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Who: Shawn Minamoto and OPEN!
What: A fellow has a project in mind and is off to gather supplies.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Here and there all throughout the city open to be accosted or approached anyplace; Locke City's Japantown after dark.

( I seen a thousand towns without an ounce of hot irony/It leaves me beggin' for aesthetics - please, offend someone sweet in front of me! )

memoryreprieved

Who: Shion/Xion and you!
What: WARKING. WARK WARK WARK. Also known as Shion doesn't have a social life lately. This needs to change badly.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Her part-time job at the ice cream shop!

( It really isn't so bad when you don't feel like you're going insane... )

kingofthetoybox

Who: Pokey, other middle schoolers
What: Picking on the little'uns
When: Morning, backdated to Friday
Where: Locke City Elementary

( Kids can be so cruel. )

controlsdesire

[When the video starts, the camera is facing down towards a particularly non-descript carpet. While the camera isn't moving around a lot, it is shaking quite a bit, and a small, high-pitched noise accompanies it. It almost sounds like a bird is in the room, though the noise is more mechanical than animal. The noise continues near the camera for another few seconds before the camera moves up and over to a patio door, not showing much of the apartment its in on the way there.

Oddly enough, when the camera reaches the patio door, there's just enough reflection to see that it's a small, red and silver mechanical bird, who begins tapping its beak against the door as if to ask to be let outside. It hovers in front of the door, continuing to make the same mechanical caw.

In the background, there's a voice that only a handful of people on the Network might recognize, speaking in Japanese.]

"Stop recording."

stealinghats

Hello? ... Hello? [There's a long pause as Victor tries to determine if anyone answered the phone or not, because obviously that big long number had to be a phone number of some sort. There's no dial tone or anything, so he decides it must be leaving a message (or the person is a creeper and just listening to him in silence, but uhhhhhh nty he'd rather not think about that as an option).]

... Yes, well. Ahem. I do believe I owe you an apology, it seems I've lost track of your order—you did order something or other, correct? This is Dubois, by the way. I hope my response isn't too dreadfully late, things have been a little, ah, hectic for me lately, to say the very least. Long story. I won't bore you with the details.

At any rate, this is likely a mistake on my part. If it is late, I suppose I'll offer you a discount for the inconvenience. Call me back when you're available and we'll sort out exactly what's going on here. My number is [actually over here not that there's really a reason to call his phone when he's already connected to the secret number club secret number network] in case you lost it.

happybirthdaytoyou

[Eugene has chosen to write his numbers in frosting on a shiny reflective worktable in the back of the main branch of MAGNIFICENT BAKERY. Mort and Rhonda are lucky he didn't do the same thing on the living room coffee table. Because of this, the first thing anyone sees is the bakery ceiling while a deep voice shouts from off to the side:]

SO! By way of these secret numbers, I have gained access to an equally secret supernatural network! MAGNIFICENT!

[And now the owner of that voice is leaning over the table. He appears to be a middle-aged Japanese-American man, wearing chef's whites, with a streak of flour on his cheek and a very manic expression covering the rest of his face. It's a face that many people in the numbers club have probably seen before on bus shelter advertisements.]

I look forward to learning more about this secret numbers club! However, there is one thing I must know first!

… when are your birthdays?

[How else is he going to know when to make the cakes?]

kingofthetoybox

[Porky lacks in discipline. When an urge pops up, self-control and rationality can usually take a hike. Reason says that there's no real purpose in typing out a number he just so happens to get stuck in his head. He does so anyway on his home computer. As a response, a page from a site he never visited pops up.

Considering all the strange things happening in town, Pokey wonders if this is a part of it. This is a network and he realizes that. He notices a bunch of other people online who likely got access into this site through the same, imperceptible means. Pokey rubs his hands into his face and gives a groan.

He begins typing.]

Okay, so which of you losers is running the show around here? I think I speak on behalf of the entire human race when I say: stop it. With all the weird things going on, you're not helping by making this weird network. Two weirds don't make a normal. Capiche?

And the rest of you are just encouraging it.

$fatherssins: (all your strength has gone | 8-\)$

fatherssins

Who: ~~Alucard~~ Adrian & ...
What: It's free sample day at Cold Marble and Adrian has been told he's needed to lure in new custom.
Where: Cold Marble (the ice cream and sweeties parlour Adrian works at)
When: Today (5th June)

( free sample?... )

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