savetheearth | Entries tagged with original: alexander varista

Excuse me -- excuse me.

[It opens with voice for once, hasty and dry, but with actual words bringing the connection in.]

I'm sorry -- I don't...

[Starts over. Coughs. A moan solidifies into an "uhmmm". Tapers off and presses out through Anthony's nose.

Takes a breath to stall, gets the message together, and... speaks up again. Actually steadily - halting but articulate.]

...This is Anthony. Janvier, and I -- just -- thought I would say, um. In case, that -- I've been hallucinating, since -- fall. I think. And it -- uhh. ...Something happened last week - 'mmh not sure what's - happening. ...Exactly, but I.

[And that's where the organization of his train of thought ends.]

In case it -- might be interesting -- to someone.

[He'll put the fact that he's legitimately scared at where this might be going out of his head as far as possible in favor of what he's just said - it might be interesting to someone! There was that suggestion before that it could be due to his brain deteriorating, on one hand, and on the other, there'd been the boy who'd brought up "monsters" going insane, and the psychologist a while before, had touched on the idea of "treating" what had sounded to be that sort of thing.]

italktofish

GUYS! GUYS! I THINK I KNOW WHERE THE OTHER ME CAME FROM!

[There is a dramatic pause, but Arthur is grinning with a giddy sort of energy and looking super excited over everything. He can't hold that dramatic pause for long.]

FROM ATLANTIS!

[Look how excited he is; it's like watching a kid on Christmas morning.]

See, I remember ALL SORTS OF THINGS about Atlantis now! Like I think I could draw a map of it if I had to!

[Not that it would be the world's best map, but hey, a map's a map.]

And it makes sense, too! Why, I even got this outrageous ATLANTEAN SPIRITUAL SONG back a while back, and I've been practicing it ever since! I wanted to make sure it was OUTRAGEOUS my first time sharing it with the network, you know?

[Speaking of sharing it with the network, that time is now. Enjoy being serenaded by Arthur's song, everyone. It sounds as though he is singing in whale ~~like Dory in Finding Nemo~~, so there's a lot of weird EEEURRRRGHHHHH-type noises.]

alilyinthemoonslight

So, let's talk a bit more specifically about something.

Vermini.

They're here in Vegas, as I've mentioned previously. We know the sorts of things this has led to in the past. Thus, it's reasonable that we work on tracking them. Seeing if there's anything about them here we can turn up. With a smaller search area than Locke City, this seems reasonable.

They weren't... handled by the aliens like everything else in Locke was, but that also may make some sense if only we are capable of seeing them. Perhaps this is something left over from what "Tiny" did, or maybe there's something else going on. Either way... Right now, this what we have to go on.

Obviously, I have friends here - we have a team. But I know there are other people around in Vegas. I want to know if anyone is willing to help us in this.

Further, I know Dr. Solus is interested in obtaining one for study. Banagher mentioned to me that no one was really able to pin one down and capture it before, but... We have a lot more abilities at our disposal now that I hope that can make up the difference. That said, with how fast they flee us upon sight, does anyone have any suggestions REGARDING capturing them? I have a few ideas, but... while our transformed speed and strength can make up for a lot, we'd also be likely to kill them with most of our attacks.

If anyone has any thoughts on them specifically, please... I'd like to hear them out.

====

( Meanwhile, action. )

centurian

[ It's been a while since Gerald has actually made a post of his own to the network. There's been a variety of reasons for this, including, but not limited to: FBI investigations into certain detectives, giant snakes attacking the city, and trying to explain to his superiors what the heck is going on.

But today. Oh, he has a very important message today. ]

Now, I know all of us are pretty confused about the aliens showing up and actually appearing to be pretty decent guys, but if you don't mind, I'm going to take a minute to share some important information that I picked up from a certain "trusted source".

[ His "trusted source", of course being himself. It hasn't gone to press yet, but as far as he knows, he isn't violating any regulations either (and that's the most important thing). ]

According to this source, earlier this morning, a group of "ruggedly handsome" FBI agents (my source's words, not mine) showed up to arrest a certain Detective Jason "Bastard" Sherman (again, the "bastard" part came from my source). I wasn't there, so I can't exactly speak as to how it all went down, but here's a dramatic reenactment, to help you along.

( image heavy post ahead )

I can't tell you what's going to happen next, since my source wasn't exactly "forthcoming" with that information, or if there's going to be a trial date any time soon, but I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief and hope that things are finally starting to look up.

goldenclothes

[ well. she's back. not everything is wrapped up- there's a lot of paperwork with the lawyers still pending. her father's house will probably be on the market for awhile.

she isn't sure if it's good to be home, because her apartment doesn't feel like home anymore. everything feels unsecured without any family to go back to.

but there are better things to worry about. things she'd rather think about now. ]

Is there anyone sticking around in Locke City willing to teach me how to shoot a gun?

Running and jumping is fine and all, but it's not much of a help to anyone else but me.

amberhearted

Who: Alexander, open!
When: March 29th through the first week of April.
Where: Various locations in Locke City.
What: Encounters with the no-longer-quite-so-mundane item monsters both on and off the clock.
Warnings: tba!

Various prompts in the comments!

A: Playing cards versus Starbucks
B: Answering a monster-related 911 call
C: Bring your own adventure

Prompts are in prose, but it doesn't matter which format you use. I'll match!

testsonseashells

Dr. Solus checking in; clinic still intact, although patient density means difficulty in keeping physical alterations quiet. Should lighten as time goes on, but until then, my own availability also limited. Several hundred civilian casualties. Wanted to confirm no network losses besides Aria Megido. EDIT: Should clarify that Megido now apparently a ghost.

Discovered formula for new substance called medi-gel - medicinal salve combining anesthetic and clotting agent, used to seal wounds against infection and blood loss. Useful, but expensive to produce. Don't like asking for donations, but if possible, can contribute to clinic at [LINK TO THE CLINIC'S WEBSITE].

Additionally, wanted to discuss farmhouse assault. Understand plan executed successfully and alien destroyed in Locke, thus triggering emergence of snake, but would like details - other defenses, contents of farmhouse, etc. Would also appreciate pictures - planning to add information for sake of FAQ.

Ray Zimmerman, if available, Lazarus Lawliet asked for you. Should contact him - concussion has impaired memory of your number.

detectivetroll

A lot of you are probably aware of this, but right now, the local police are under some pretty heavy investigation by the FBI. The ones who are close with Sherman in particular, obviously, and all of those arrests. All that means for the network is that the cops aren't monitoring or looking for anyone right now. They're keeping their heads down.

As far as the police are concerned, the alien being destroyed isn't the end of it. There are more of them coming, now that the snake was taken out.

Sherman isn't worried at all, I'm pretty sure he really believes the aliens are going to take care of everything, since we destroyed the snake for them. Chief Edwards is... really worrying. About the FBI, about the aliens, everything.

There hasn't been any communication, or any sign of activity from the aliens that are supposed to be coming. Honestly, I have no idea what that actually means.

[He pauses for a moment, then just ends it there. Nick doesn't bother using a proxy like he has before, because he's not sure how much longer it's going to matter. By now, there's enough cops on the network that he doesn't feel the need to explain himself, unless he's asked.]

[Private to Karl and Melissa]
Do you guys have any idea what the hell you're going to say?

[Private to Anthony and Alex K.]
Either of you have any interest in going on an overnight camping trip? I apparently pulsed back a pretty awesome camping trailer, and I could use a vacation.

hotshots

So, some of you might be wondering what the hell happened to all those giant robots, and just what the government is doing. Luckily, we were not just tossed into a cell with the key thrown away, but I guess let me get my introduction out of the way. Again.

Obviously, my name's not Lockon Stratos. I'd feel sorry for any kid who had to write that on their tests growing up. My actual name's Neil Dylandy. Honestly, coming on here, you all looked sort of crazy so I had good reason to try and cover myself until I figured out what was what. I kind of see that better now.

It's because I saw what a lot of you were made of that I'm trying to put in whatever good words I can. None of us asked for this crap. But I'm hoping they'll listen to at least some of what I've got to say - it might not mean a lot nowadays, but I used to be Army. It's something, right? So the Feds know things now. Understand that. Maybe there's bastards like Sherman in their ranks too, but there's a chance that has to be taken there.

I'm coming clean with you all because we're all going to have to do that a lot more of that if we're going to get anywhere. There's probably a hell of a lot more work to do. We need to make sure we've got the ability to meet it. Fighting the US Government on top of aliens isn't going to help us, obviously.

We're fine. We're not being held captive. The robots are fine. We can check in on them.

I'm not saying to not be careful around these guys, because I am - why do you think I'm writing this long-assed letter by hand? - but we've gotta find things to trust, hard as it is. I want to trust you guys, but we've gotta make sure the world trusts us too.

[And he leaves it there, because his hand is starting to cramp. Technology has made us all lazy.

Some people might not be happy with him there, but that's fine. It was things that needed to be said - painting the picture that the FBI was actually cooperating with him, which they were, seems like a necessary step. He waits for any responses that might come through, but after that will end up spending most of his day where the aforementioned giant robots are being held.]

[ooc - Anyone who's present around either the mecha pilots hotel or the Mechanical Engineering Department where the aforementioned giant robots are being held can feel free to knock him over at any point in time for this day~]

guitar_case_vagabond

[She shows up, sitting on her bed in her room this time, just lit up by the light from the laptop on her knees. She's looking slightly less beat up than she had earlier in the day, but she still looks just as tired as everyone undoubtedly feels at the moment.]

[For anyone who'd seen her with him, she's still wearing Senketsu as well.]

Hey. So... that was a thing, huh? Fucking crazy way to haze the new girl.

[She sighs, glancing away for a second and then shrugs.]

So, yeah, I don't really know you guys or anything yet but I just figured I'd check in too. Let you all know that I didn't get eaten or whatever. In case anybody was wondering about that.

[A pause as she considers where to go with that. She wasn't really wanting to talk but after all the shit today, sleep wasn't coming easily. Actually.]

Oh, yeah. It's kind of a long shot but I kind of accidentally stole this guy's phone and his jacket. Well, he lent them to me so I could call home and then kinda wandered off. He was working with the rescue teams. Like I said, pretty much a longshot but if anybody knows a guy who was working with the paramedics who got his shit stolen, let me know if I can drop it off at his place or something.

Yeah..

gh0stly

[ It takes a while to orient herself. Aria automatically goes home, perhaps seeking...what? Comfort? Warmth? Her sister and her grandparents are there, but Mara and the Megidos can neither see nor hear her, and Aria has no comfort to offer her grieving family, though something in her thinks she ought to. Her room is still there, too, and the laptop sitting on her bed opens smoothly when she focuses. Just a touch of power into her fingers, and it's almost as though she has hands again. Not that she doesn't now. Her form is the same, just...insubstantial, though it looks solid to her. Invisible. Her fingers slide through things, if Aria doesn't focus, because she's not there. Not really.

...After that, it takes a little while to decide what to say. She contacts Soren and then Dallen first, after considering it, before inputting her number to pull up the Network.

What to say? Aria settles for short and sweet. ]

hell0
this is aria megid0
regardless 0f what y0u hear 0r may have already heard
im still here
m0re 0r less
perhaps a little less c0rp0really speaking

[ She could explain further, but it seems a little pointless somehow. Still, Aria will give her answer if pressed for it. For the time being she sits on her bed, reading back through the most recent Network entries as she waits for responses to her own.

OOC: Aria is now a ghost as a result of her death; you can find the OOC post about it HERE. Due to this she can only be physically seen by those who have echoed back the ability to see spirits, and her voice can only be heard by those who have echoed back the ability to hear spirits. She will therefore only be communicating through text for the forseeable future (thanks to being a psychic who can manipulate objects without the need for physical contact). Please feel free to opt out of the color and quirk HERE, and I will drop either or both for you; Aria will drop it if asked ICly as well. If a character has the ability to see and hear her, however, she may use voice or video. I'll be doing an action/log post sometime later this month for those characters to run into her. ]

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

amberhearted

Who: Alexander & Reilanin
When: February 25th, Tuesday, late morning
Where: Reilanin's apartment
What: Alex be stressin'.
Warnings: Aaangst.

( Read more... )

theearth

Who: Characters listed under Part 2 of the IC plan.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The alien’s farmhouse.
What: After several weeks of planning, a group of reincarnates attack the alien’s farmhouse base in the hopes of destroying the alien.
Warnings: Violence.

[ OOC: This is part one of two of Season 1’s finale. The other pertinent plot post.

The following NPCs will be played by mods:
- Skullsy and Moulder.
- The alien.
- The alien's steed.

The rest of the NPCs can be played by players or mods.
- The chimeras: descriptions provided in the Underground team's first thread.
- Sniffer dogs: straight-forward. Besides their altered noses, they attack like regular dogs.
- Corrupt cops: pick one main attribute OR several minor attributes from a domesticated farm animal or an animal that might be found on a farm.
Example:
corrupt cop with one main attribute of a horse: extremely powerful legs that allow the cop to break bones with a single kick, run very quickly, and stand for long periods of time without ache.
corrupt cop with several minor attributes of a horse: teeth that continually grow, horse hearing, and night vision.

Examples of domesticated farm animals: cattle, swine, poultry, rabbits, goats, sheep, horses.
Examples of animals that might be found on a farm: cats, dogs, owls, rats.

Characters who engage the alien in battle will not escape unscathed. If you intend to have your character participate in both the farmhouse attack and Wise Snake’s rampage, please plan accordingly. We will operate on a trust system and may ask for clarification on the logistics of a character’s participation in both if we find it necessary. ]

hotshots

[It had been one hell of a strange couple weeks for Neil Dylandy. Running afoul of a few scattered members of the Blood Keys at the very beginning of the month was not necessarily that unusual in and of itself, from reports he'd heard. But those numbers, that flash of... memory? That was another matter entirely. Neither were things he could rightly get out of his head.

The past few weeks, then, had been served investigating this "Network." To say it was... suspicious would be putting it in the most mild of terms. If any of it were to be believed, it was something that could change the world. Some videos seemed almost remotely convincing - a horse? Really?! Beyond just your standard viral video crap.

There was still some skepticism, though. He could see that was frequent with newcomers. It probably wouldn't get him anywhere fast, and fast was how he wanted to get to the bottom of things here. He may have been retired from the military, but he still felt some sense of civic duty... There were most definitely some people on here that he would describe as "volatile." If these so called powers were also true - something he wouldn't have even started to buy if not for the Network itself materializing on a damned notepad when he wrote the numbers down on it one day - then... That was sure as hell worrying. So was this nonsense about the police.

Aliens.

...holy shit, there was a lot of kids on here...]

Yo!

So, let me cut to the chase. You don't want a bunch of ooh-ing and ahh-ing over this strange, new, magical network or your so-called super powers or whatever. I can see you get that a lot.

Tried the paper trick, that works, so it's clear SOMETHING weird as hell is going on. I'll buy that much.
I read the FAQ.
Watch out for the cops, I know.
Aliens might be coming to probe us anally. Or have they already started that already?

Either way - all I guess I'm interested in for a start is this stuff about memory pulses. If you knew what caused them, or anything, I'm sure that'd be up here... Well. Somewhere.

So let's try this: Fancy-assed futuristic cockpit. Way beyond anything we've got nowadays, like something out of a sci-fi movie that costs way too much money to make. Also a little too roomy to be a fighter jet's cockpit, but... Obviously I - or whoever the hell - was piloting something, just nothing to tell me what it was.

Maybe a shot in the dark, but... Hey. Work with what you've got.

If you want something to call me, lets just go with "Lockon Stratos" for now.

Yeah, yeah.

It's pretty great.

I know.

[No, seriously.

He legitimately thinks that sounds awesome.]

sayhitobianca

Even to the casual observer, there's so many fascinating bits and pieces everyone is uncovering. A magical ability here, a memory of a family member there, all mixed in with strange enemies and secret plots and missions to save the world. It's like putting together a novel by collecting puzzle pieces.

Is anyone willing to indulge a man who loves a good story and tell me what you've pieced together about your past life?

[Because he's curious. And also because he doesn't believe the majority of this, but it's at least entertaining.]

On another, more practical but far less engaging matter, it's come to my attention that a number of you are at risk of discovery by our esteemed law enforcement, presumed dead, or otherwise disinclined to call attention to your presence by using your real identity.

If any of you would be interested in procuring a new legal identity, please feel free to contact me at this number, and I can arrange something.

destinedforrock

[An image comes - not splashing, this time, but simply on, to a side-long view of Cinderella's stable. Cinderella is standing upright, herself. A portion of her water trough is visible along a wall.

A tiny white wooden table is set up in front of her topped with a little plastic lavender tea set.

Cinderella opens with a prim cough and a small shift. Softly pipes:]

Good morning, everybody! [Scrapes a hoof in the dirt.] Thought I might keep some of you posted; I think I'm getting the hang of some of this magic thing.

Ah, here! I'll see if I can get it right with an audience! But a moment...

[She shifts again, hums a quick scale, holds her head up high - and lights her horn up. Wrapped in blue light.

She inhales, and the little plastic lavender kettle lifts out of the set - wrapped in blue - off the table. Cinderella nods her head upward, and the top hinges open and holds in place. Shuts her eyes, turns her head, and swings it along a neat curve toward the wall along which the trough is laid. Dunks it in in another neat curve, and brings it around her stable flying closing the circle to her connection point.

The kettle is back over the table. She cocks her head with one eye open. After a beat the top shuts.

Pours into one of the plastic cups, then into another, and sets down between them - a tad roughly.

She leans in squinting - light spreads over both of the filled cups. Emits a squeaking grunt. They lift and not-quite "clink" together. With just the faintest splash.

And she drags out a satisfied voiced exhale. The cups drift down and the blue light around her horn snuffs out.]

And there you have it! No, it's not much, now, I know, but, I've been focusing on precision, dears, not strength, and I should think it is most certainly coming along there. [Pressed creaking:] Though perhaps I need to work on moving two objects with "precision". I sup-pose that comes next!

[And her next practice objective hardly needs network announcement - that's thin in a less-clumsy sort of trail-off.]

scramasax

[The first line is in fact written in after the second one.]

This is Anthony. Who else knows John Mitchell's number?

[He does know a few; the question is who's available to respond.]

not_good_not_wicked

I've...I've been thinking about this whole...this whole...

[There's a pause while she makes unclear arm gestures that you can't see because this isn't a video post.]

this whole THING. With Proud, and the snakes, and whatever. Because it's terrible. It's basically totally terrible. In every way, except that I guess the snakes aren't a thing anymore.

But you know, tragedy makes you stronger, right? Like, that's what happened all the time in Greece, with all those heroes who had to perform crazy tasks and would accidentally kill their dad, but then they got magical lion skins and stuff. So maybe I'll get something out of this? I hope it's not a magical lion skin, though. I like lions. They should get to keep their skin.

My point is sorry I was yelling at everyone earlier. I was kinda freaking out. I feel better now, though. It's very warm in here.

healspec

[Jan 25, shortly after the meeting and the accidental death of David Proud.]

[Ravi just feels numb, but he realizes it's important to inform the network how things turned out, so here he is. everything is still kind of sinking in, so he doesn't have much to say about it beyond the bare facts.]

Snakes are gone. Proud is dead.

[pause. he considers adding in a 'sorry,' but ultimately decides it's too much effort in his current emotional state and doesn't.]

amberhearted

Who: Alexander and Toushirou
When: Monday, February 3rd, night
Where: A sidewalk.
What: A whimsical brat pesters a serious brat.
Warnings: --

After Proud's death (specifically, how it had occurred), Alex found himself more unhappy with hiding in the apartment. He sought refuge in repairing Elian's house, but always had he to return, unwilling to encroach, especially not with his diet.

Tonight, he sought refuge of a different sort. Once the skies grew dark, Alex left the apartment in the form of a bat. By now, he had grudgingly come to accept this ability as part of supernatural repertoire and decided to use it to his advantage. The crispness of the air helped clear his mind enough to fly with little thought. Eventually, he landed on a tree branch and simply sat there -- upright, mind -- watching the heads of pedestrians walk by.

One head in particular he recognized. A sliver of mischievousness made its way to the forefront of his mind. Without thinking to question it, he hopped on the branch, disturbing the snow that had settled there. It slipped off of the branch and landed right in Toushirou's hair.

Who: Alexander, Banagher, Suzaku, and Stella
When: the first week of February?
Where: Suzaku's sweet bachelor pad
What: Snowball fights: chicken noodle soup for the soul.
Warnings: --

Despite the fact that Alex would have to fly rather than drive to Banagher's new address, the invite to bean each other with snow was positively received on Alex's end. It was as he used Google Maps to get a visual on the location that the thought to invite Stella crossed his mind.

Thus when Alex appeared at the house, it was in the air with a ferret on his back.

seabeast

( [ private; to arthur ] )

[ Hello. It is around 1 AM. What is going on in this text post. ]

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away with ye ill figger it otu

reapsthewind

[Chris is in the basement of her house. She looks like she probably hasn't slept since the snake attacks. Her hair is a mess, dark circles under her eyes... yep. Elian's visible in the background, slowly picking through the rubble.

-- hey, wait a second, Chris doesn't seem to have robot arms anymore? Also, this is probably the first time any of you have seen her with normal brown eyes. She looks totally human. Weird. It's clear, however, that she still remembers the network, because...]

Okay, so, you guys are the worst party guests ever. Never having a kegger at my house again.

[She smiles, a bit weakly. It's a joke, guys. Get it??? omg funny???]

But no, seriously... I don't think our insurance covers attacks by giant snakes, and I really don't want to have to try to explain this level of damage to our homeowner's insurance guys. So if any of you have any skill in construction, or just... money, or something, help would be appreciated. And to whoever got the damn things away from the house before they exploded, thank you.

...

[she turns around. Also, for the sake of clarity from here out, Elian's going to be in blue with Chris in red]

HEY UNCLE, DOES THE HOMEOWNER'S INSURANCE COVER SNAKES? LIKE... AT ALL?

( Cut for length )

amberhearted

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

[ ooc: editable post for attendees and volunteers here! please fill out with the appropriate information. ]

detectivetroll

I used to think it'd be easier if I just forgot all of this, but it turns out that it's really unnerving if it actually happens. Especially when there's no reason for it.

Maybe it was a 'six months on the network' anniversary.

This is Nick, for those of you who know me. I remember everything again.

[Individual texts sent out via cell phone if he has it, network number if he doesn't, to: Yuji, Kotetsu, Ray, Lyall, Karl, Melissa, Anthony, Axlex, Barnaby, John Mitchell, and vampire!Alex.]

You're all safe, I didn't do anything to put the network in danger when I didn't remember it. ...but I did think I was with Sherman legitimately, and agreed to get modified.

[Private message to Ravi.]

This is going to sound like a weird request, but whenever you have a free moment, can I use your medical expertise? I'd like to be checked out by someone on the network who I trust.

amberhearted

MEETING

WHEN: 1/25 SAT @ 5:00PM
WHERE: [ address to Elian Price's place ]
WHAT: Discussion of how to address the alien at the farmhouse.

Contact #: [ Alex's Network number ]

[ ooc:
1) planning post here! still needs plan proposals!
2) spreadsheet for attendees and volunteers here; feel free to add names/notes/etc!
3) the planning post says we'll handwave the actual meeting. however, after some mod discussion, we will be throwing a post up for the meeting. it will be forward-dated. ]

gogoghostpowers

Who: Everyone who volunteered to help Danny test his powers! (so uh, basically it's open.)
Where: Naomi Kaufman's house.
When: January 18
What: Food, intangenanigans, and possession!
Warnings: Iunno, probably stupid antics.

italktofish

Alright, I KNOW we have some Blood Keys scoundrels on here, and I have a bone to pick! One of you ROBBED MY GRANNY!

[Arthur doesn't sound nearly as happy as he normally does, that's for sure.]

How could you steal from anyone--let alone anyone on this network, let alone my GRANNY--is beyond me! You should be ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!

So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you a chance to make things right and give me Granny's things back!

[He'll add his own personal number here.]

There, that's my number. Contact me privately if you like! We can set up a meeting somewhere! You give me back everything you stole, and I'll forget the whole thing ever happened!

goldenclothes

Who: Alexander and Reilanin
Where: Alexander and Ravindra's apartment
When: 1/16, evening
What: Reilanin goes to visit, unaware Alexander is freaking out about the echo he received from Henry's power.
Warnings? tba?

( Does it feel like a trial? )

Who: Hajime and Reilanin
Where: Lyall's house :3c
When: 1/17, evening
What: It's the full moon! :D
Warnings? tba!

( A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night / May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright )

theboywiththebook

( before the video stuff )

[So, on his dresser mirror he writes with marker on the surface his number. For once he's actually smiling. He feels the need to show off just a bit.]

So I think I just got back the coolest thing ever. Look.

[He holds out a pencil to the mirror and he just thinks: "I believe it's a sword" and almost instantly the pencil shifts into a sword.]

I wonder what else I could make. Having a car would be kind of cool to have. I don't think anyone in my grade has one yet.

gogoghostpowers

Okay, so. Two things. First...was anyone making any plans to go back to the rock under the Tuning Towers? Because I don't think that's a really good idea right now, given what happened the last time people tried going down there...and also because of this post. It might be better to play it safe right now with that.

Second...I want to try and see how many people I can make intangible at once. I know I can handle at least three, but I think it would be good to find my upper limit on that. And I can't really ask just anyone to help me with this, since this isn't exactly like my math homework or anything, so...does anyone want to help me out with this?

I can try and get free cookies or something for anyone who volunteers too, if that helps.

((OOC: Also, as a note! If anyone wants to get accidentally possessed by Danny, feel free to sign up as a volunteer and let me know, because I am definitely open to shoehorning another possession into this!))

whiterabbit_dot_obj

Anyone remember the farmhouse that's supposed to be serving as an alien hide-out? Back in December a group of us headed over to check it out.

The place was rigged with some extremely high-tech security devices - sensors that would trap whoever triggered them in a force-field
The house itself has a bunch of white tiled rooms in it. There was one room the group who went inside the house said they couldn't get into, and the door was made out of something that didn't look like normal metal.
There's a bunch of things going on in the cellar:
One room has a bunch of containers - some had swarms of vermini in them and others had something we really couldn't see suspended in some kind of pink fluid.
The other is full of animal cages. There's normal animals, and these chimera-things - looked like genetically engineered combinations of ordinary animals.
There are robots in the cellar too, seem to be taking care of the animals and whatever's in the containers.

There's been a debate going on about whether or not this info should get  shared out on here or not, hence why nobody's done a post about it  until now. THAT BEING SAID, it would be appreciated if everyone remembers that running back out to the farmhouse and doing something rash is NOT the best idea, mostly because that could very well put EVERYONE in danger and not just the select few actively trying to place in the Darwin Awards. We decided to share this info because it's safer than leaving everyone in the dark, and it'll give us the best chance of making an INFORMED AND PLANNED OUT return later on, so if you want to act on any of this then for the love of all that is holy talk to us about it.

flamberge

[Hello Network! Guess who's face pops up after like a month of being MIA? Yup, it's good old Mr Locke, now wearing spiffy new glasses. Behind him, a bit of his fancypants living room can be seen. He stares at the screen momentarily, clearly hesitating, before finally opening his mouth. Boy does he have a lot to say.]

As of Monday this week, my memories of the Network and everything associated with it returned. Nearly a month of unawareness has made me realize how necessary it is to divulge certain information. Not only do you all deserve to hear it, but certain details may prevent unnecessary problems on the chance my memory fails again in the future.

( tl;dr i am cop, cops are bad, i'm now part bird and sorry. )

espigeonage

[Julien considered making another text post. In the end it's audio, his voice heavy with resignation but calm. You would not know he had a breakdown over this.]

So you know, Numbers Club, Doctor Aaron Strider's gone off-network. Again. Looks like it happened a couple days ago. Somehow, the athelas plants are still around, but none of the other stuff. I'll have to test to see if they still have their - properties.

[he sighs, careful not to let it get too deep.] I know we have this... unwritten policy of just letting people be when this happens, let them get on with normal lives. But I talked to him last time about what's going on. I talked to him again now, and honestly I'm going to keep him informed when I can. I'll swear by whatever you want that he's not going to the police with anything, and he doesn't really share information period. Well, we know that. [A tinge of bitterness showed there, just for a second.]

If you can't go to a normal hospital or wherever, you can still come here, to the LSR. Doesn't matter if he's in or not.

argents

Who: Banagher Links (

argents) & you!
When: January 8th, throughout the day.
Where: LCU hospital
What: Protagonists gonna protag. Banagher followed his destiny, chased a princess, and got shot up by a Blood Key for his trouble. Newtype hax means he's now rotting in the hospital, going stir-crazy. ~~Little does he know he's not the only one of his trope in this situation.~~

( HANDWRITTEN )

Got mixed up in something, at the hospital. Need a change of clothes / phone charger.

( open action! )

(ooc. feel free to put the time in the subject for action!)

seabeast

so here be a thought from an idle paw
from what i been told murderin another one o your kind gets you sent to the police and taken away
killin somebeasts a mark of ill breedin or summat
taint what a goodbeast does is what im understandin

now i aint sayin i likes these keys you lotve been whisperin about
but it stands to reason that they be humans like the rest o ye
or mostly anyway
and the lot o ye been killin em by the score
i dont suppose some o ye been goin huntin for em
been gettin a likin for the chase id expect
tis likely
i mightve done the same if i could follow your footpaws

so when does it all end eh
how long afore ye become badbeasts and scum and whatnot
how long til ye be a danger to all of us
is one enough
two
enough to whet an appetite for blood
enough to cause a panic in the city
how long til ye aint worth keepin around and mayhap it be best if the police take ye anyway

or mayhap there aint nothin wrong with the killin
why else would we be keepin so many of ye around
sounds handy enough to me

but like i said tis just an idle thought

amberhearted

Who: Alexander & Reilanin
When: December 19th and December 25th, respectively
Where: the Savarna-Varista apartment
What: Checking up post-grave robbing and spending Christmas together as two people who can't or won't spend it with family thanks to THE NETWORK RUINING THEIR LIIIIIIIIVES.
Warnings: References to cannibalism and a fade to black in the Christmas log.

( Dec. 19th! )

( Dec. 25th! )

von_uberwolf

Don't want to go outside too much. The last thing I need is running into someone I know and having to answer all kinds of awkward questions about why I'm not dead and hiding from the police. But on the other hand, I'm going stir crazy in here!

Anyone else having this problem? We should all, like, get disguises and do something. Go to a bar. Go ice skating. I don't care. As long as it's something OTHER than spending another day watching TV and playing video games!

...I know. I heard there was a monster truck show coming to town. Who wants to go get drunk and watch giant trucks drive over shitty compacts and leave them in shattered ruins?

amberhearted

Who: Alex and Lyall
When: Friday, January 3rd
Where: Savarna-Varista apartment
What: A werewolf visits his stir crazy vampire friend. Together, they make little pies for a murderous ferret and a fashionista unicorn.
Warnings: --

Lyall's visit came as a surprise to Alex. It showed on his face even as he opened the door, smile present, but obviously not expecting.

"Hey, Randy," was his greeting as he stood back to let him inside. He closed and locked the door behind him onehandedly, the other holding his place in the novel Ravindra had Echoed back some time before Christmas. "How've your holidays been?"

healspec

Who: Anyone who has pre-arranged a Ravi thread w/me
When/Where: Various
What: This is a catch-all for some pre-planned threads. Hit me up OOCly if you would like to arrange something.

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