savetheearth | Entries tagged with original: reilanin bainbridge

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.]

professorwolf

[Private text to Hajime, Nick:]

We're leaving on Sunday, the 13th, at eleven in the morning :) Hopefully we manage to have fun instead of actually dealing with me going crazy.

[Phone call to Reilanin:]

Rei? I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

[Text to Bakura, Karl, Julien:]

I just wanted to let you know I'll be out of town for most of spring break, next week. It seemed a good excuse for getting out of the city for the full moon. I'll be testing just how much of the wolf goes away. Don't worry, I won't be going alone, just in case.

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.

scramasax

[A good amount of time after dark when this recording comes in. It's badly lit, and even if it wasn't, nobody's onscreen.

The voice is telling, though - murmuring extra low, hoarse, and with anxious held-flat inflection. He feels rather like an idiot for even asking this - even if someone wasn't fine, what'd he even be expected to do about it? But hearing something will get his nerves humming less, at the least. Or get him thinking about something he may be able to contribute to - maybe - once his brain's not-so-violently tossing and turning.]

-- Uhh. [Assuming he's properly connected...]

It's Anthony Janvier.

Please, umm. - Who was - who was there? And, uh -- who's all right?

[Clears his throat. Cuts of a quick "Nn-?"] No one died - did they -- ...?

[That dragged off with a scraping edge - realistically, it's very likely someone did, isn't it, given how many of them were there?

At present, he's not exactly capable of reading a previous message giving a partial answer to that question.]

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... )

goldenclothes

Who: Reilanin, Robert, Nathaniel, Arlene, Nick
When: Backdated to the evening of January 30th
Where: The abandoned subways!
What: Just checkin' things out.
Warnings?: None! ...yet?

( Yay, adventure? )

goldenclothes

I'm curious to know about the state of the sewers since Proud's been out of them. If there's anything left of interest to look at.

More of a head's up than anything.

[ it doesn't sound like anything else will happen, but if anything does, well. there's some forewarning for you folks. ]

scramasax

Who: Anthony Janvier and OPEN on the 23rd; Harper Sutherland, Reilanin Bainbridge, and Angeline Strauss on the 23rd and 24th.
Where: Around Locke, rounding a park and ending at one grocery store on the 23rd; the library and Angeline's place of work on the 24th.
When: Backdated to Jan. 23rd to Jan. 24th; midday to evening.
What: The resident zombie is, courtesy of Master Nine-Lived Detective, perfectly alive again for a few days. What better way to spend them than outside a bit, running a few errands?

( 23rd - Open! )
( 23rd - For Harper )
-----

( 24th - For Reilanin )
( 24th - For Angeline )

show_my_cannons

[Okay, so Harding isn't the best with this technology stuff. But. He's trying. He doesn't want someone to know this is him.]

[Because asking for help isn't manly. And asking about this is just downright embarrassing to have to do.]

So Anyone here suddenly remember people they were close to ? Except they remember too. And they arent someone you know here. Someone you never met before. What do you do?

[How do you deal with suddenly feeling emotions and a serious connection with a relative stranger?]

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.

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 )

hawaiianheir

[Hello, network. Welcome to an ex-delinquent sitting on a couch with his webcam propped up somewhere a ways away. He seems to at least be slightly calm. This of course, is a ruse.]

Hey, yo, Numbers. How're you doing? Everything all 'olu'olu today?

[His voice betrays him, there's a very subtle shake to it. A measure of restraint as he stands up.]

You mind playing along with me for a second? There's a little skit I remember that might help me get straight to my point- [He starts to recite, from memory, as he pantomimes spinning a big wheel.]

"Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn. Tell us the lesson that we should learn."

Oh, look at that! It landed on my topic of choice! [He mock gasps at the invisible wheel, turning back around with a start to the camera. Those of you listening through headphones might be in for a shock.]

It's called MURDER IS SUPER FUCKING TERRIBLE NO MATTER WHO DOES IT.

Holy shit, guys. I get it as much as the rest of us do. The Blood Keys are seriously fucking bad news. But we can deal with them without stooping to being murderers and maniacs.

And those of you with the Blood Keys - I know you guys are on here and watching this, too. Don't think this means you get off scott free. If I see any of your pals mugging people or being shitheads, I'm not gonna hesitate to bring down the hammer on them. They won't die, but they'll probably wake up with a headache tied to a lamppost or something.

And though I might not do the same thing to the Numbers - if I see any of you pulling shit like trying to murder people, I'm not gonna stand for it either. We don't need to act like we're deserving of all the hatred the corrupted officers send our way. We should stand on the high ground while we've got a chance.

[He moves over, to lean on the side of the sofa.]

And anyone who's willing to stand with me on this issue's welcome to join, I suppose. We should probably make some counter-force for the Blood Keys that can stop them without having to turn the city into a bloodba-

[And that's the couch, practically skittering away from him as he pushes a hand against it to steady himself. It shoots to the other side of the room, about as quickly as someone had shoved it away with all their strength, which startles Mac as he starts to fall on his face.]

Ohsonuvabi-

[POOF. Mac dissipates into wisps of blue smoke. Much like the first time he displayed the ability, he reforms after a second, standing upright, somewhere between irritated and surprised. ]

...Really need to get the hang of that...

[ He shuts off the camera, ending the post. ]

[Private to Ellie]

We need to talk.

sassymaru

[Wow this is much better texting than Yuji usually uses. Clearly something must be wrong.]

To all those who know him, Nick appears to have lost his memory of the network. Which means if you know him in person... just. Brace for the worst, I suppose. More vacant stares than usual. I just thought you should know. If you know him.[Now if you'll excuse him, he has to go feel sorry for himself somewhere.]

earnedmystripes

[So Kotetsu's never actually attempted physically talking into something that lacks a microphone as a possible network usage, but he's presently lacking in better options. He's not sure he can actually touch anything without breaking it right now, and would really like to avoid needing a new phone when it likely won't be possible to go out and get one for awhile. So at the risk of looking like a complete lunatic if this doesn't work, he...tries to talk at the ground where he's managed to scratch in the numbers with a piece of broken metal that was lying around the nearby dumpster. Aside from a few minor scratches and bruises, he's more or less alright, so the most notable feature of the video is perhaps that he is glowing bright blue. It's a bit sporadic, flickering on and off at unpredictable intervals, in one of which the metal makes an odd sort of crunch before falling out of his hand, bent in half.]

...So, uh.

I kinda ran into a couple Keys earlier. I'm alright, but now I need someone to come pick me up, because I can't really be seen like this. Lyall, you--had that werewolf-proof room thing in your house, right? I hate to ask, but...could I borrow it? I don't remember feeling a pulse, but all of a sudden I'm freakishly strong. [Because his echo from the farmhouse just kicked in, whoops. `_`a]

Karl, could you--cover for me? Say, I dunno, that I got sick and can't finish off my shift, or something. You ordered me to go home, maybe.

[A pause. He glances over to the two unconscious people in the alley with him.]

If--a medical or healery person could come down here too, that'd be great. This one guy was getting mugged when I showed up, he's hurt.

[A slight beat of hesitation. This next point is something he knows people might have an objection to.]

And um, I kinda. I think I broke a couple of this one Key's ribs by accident, so.

[....]

I know they're thugs and with ThunderCorp and all, but I can't just--leave him here to suffer. They're still people.

[private to Skyler, later on; text via backyard dirt]

can we talk

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! )

sassymaru

Perhaps this question has already been answered... but. Humor me, if you will, my numbered friends.

Are there those among us who have had memories... that are similar? Or even the same? Say, perhaps, you recall the same person. Or two of you remember someone very similar -- a man with specific facial features, for example.

How... do you know if it's the same memory? Or if it's just a very close coincidence?

[He pauses. The sound of a long, heavy sigh is heard. This next question isn't easy to ask.]

And...

Are... there others... who recall being, to put it bluntly, robotic?

espigeonage

[Julien's voice is a little heavy.] So, heads up, the Reverend Emmanuel Hall has gone off-Network. Forgotten everything. I think it happened a couple days ago, I saw him on Christmas and he seemed - as usual. I know we've had people using the church for meetings and stuff. I talked to him and it sounds like that could still be done, just that needs an excuse, maybe someone watching to make sure he doesn't walk in on anything he shouldn't see. I don't think he would, but hey, caution.

Also I know he'd go on grocery runs for people and was maintaining the latest version of our FAQ. We should figure that out too - I could help with groceries, but my schedule's a little tight and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to do that kind of thing.

Emmanuel'd gone and set this thing up so if this happened he'd mail people letters about what to do about him, that kind of thing. It's a good idea - if someone here depends on you, consider it, okay?

Man. Now that I think about it - there's a lot of people who were Networked, once, and they're still around. Care to remember any with me, Numbers Club?

grimmopedia

I heard people on here have gotten back certain unwanted urges recently. I got back some memories of ways I used to handle them. If anyone is interested in hearing them or swapping techniques let me know.

healspec

[Alex was arrested on Thursday. Ravi was working that night, so he didn't notice anything amiss until he woke up Friday afternoon and realized that Alex never came home.]

( [Cue freaking out.] )

Has anybody seen Alex? This is his roommate, he hasn't been home since Thursday, I think.

He doesn't have his phone, he is not responding on the network, and work says he never showed up tonight.

[all responses text unless otherwise noted bc i'm lazy]

goldenclothes

[ latter part of the day of the earthquake. she's never really done audio before, but by the sounds of it she's too tired to bother writing it out like she normally does. she's finally got some time amidst the aftermath to sit down and take a short break from putting things into order. ]

The idiocy of some people astounds me. This is a library. Not a morgue. No you cannot use the empty shelves to put bodies on until they can be taken away.

[ there's a small pause as she reaches up to rub at her forehead. she sighs ]

Books have to go back there. The sprinkler systems went off, and a water main broke... the carpet's got to be pulled out and replaced... there was a shelving unit we knew the anchors needed fixing, but for some reason the director kept leaving it out of the budget...

We're down a reference librarian, by the way, so if you know of anyone, they can send their resumes in...

[ she sounds halfway between being extremely upset or close to laughter. ]

But you can't put bodies on the shelves. In the library. Near me. We're a communications centre in an emergency, not a... a. Well. Anyway. We're sorting books out in the parking lot right now. The books have to go back on the shelves eventually. In order. It's been almost impossible trying to convince people of that.

goldenclothes

Who: Alexander and Reilanin
What: Alexander comes over to visit Reilanin once he's back from being out of Locke City, and the two get around to hashing out some of the future's more... immediate concerns.
Where: Reilanin's apartment.
When: Dec 2nd, evening.
Warnings: References to cannibalism, self-inflicted injury, and vampire bloodsucking. S-sorry to people who are squicked by those, this is... not a good log for you ;-;

It's also long. Whoops.

( I'm sorry, this is crazy, how fast do you heal? )

shiromadoushi

Who: Everyone who expressed interest in going to check out the Subway Sculptor
Where: An abandoned subway line under Locke City
When: 6pmish, Saturday
What: Going to try and talk to the guy making the snake statues.

( The cut text is a lie, see below for sections! )

detectivetroll

Who: Reilanin Bainbridge and Nick Burkhardt
When: 11/21 (forward dated)
Where: A coffee shop near or possibly in the library
What: Rei and Nick run into each other off network. She's a werewolf, he's a hunter, and they used to date. There's nothing awkward about any of that.

( But at least no one's going to die. )

professorwolf

Who: Lyall, Reilanin, and Hajime
When: Sunday night, and Monday morning
Where: Lyall's house
What: Somebody's getting out of their cages....

The pain and broken bones had finally gone away, and the howls and whines behind Lyall's closed door had turned into snarls, bays, and the solid thuds and vicious scratchings of the wolf on the other side repeatedly throwing himself at the door, the walls, even the double-reinforced window in an attempt to get out at the prey he could smell beyond his cage. It had been at least an hour of this, now, after the couple hours of healing and hobbling uselessly around the room-- and there was still the bulk of the night left to go.

Worse, there was another werewolf here tonight, on the other end of the house, behind the door to the garage in the laundry room, who was quite likely doing the same thing or nearly the same thing.

It was going to be a long night for Hajime if nothing changed, that was for sure.

scramasax

[This is technically a video post. The visual's of nothing - just a space of ceiling. The voice that it catches is obvious enough, though - tense and restrained with some hesitance, self-consciousness, and - what might be something a little more tentatively happy.]

Uh -- ...Hello. -- This is - Anthony Janvier. Erm - please - excuse me...

[That trail-off is into a quick hoarse, thin, nervous breath - and then speech. Not in English - but halting Latin. To anyone who'll know it it boils down to "Can you tell what I am speaking? Am I using it correctly?"

He picks back up in English hastily.]

I-I think - I learned. Latin... -- In case it - may be helpful. For - anything... - E -- 'xcuse me again please.

((OOC: Any responses marked "Audio" will technically be video of nothing, as well!))

von_uberwolf

[This whole post is punctuated by the sound of Angela sniffing the air.]

Blood.

It's in the air. I can smell it. I can smell everything. Sawdust, sweat, beer, car exhaust, grease, sex, fear, spoiled food, bread, blood, meat...

Oh God it was just the butcher counter at the grocery store. Why do I feel like I just walked off the scene of a quintuple homicide?

Ugh I can still smell the old pork they threw out. I might have to go vegetarian.

You people are good at weird. Anyone have any tips for having a supercharged sense of smell?

chalicejoker

Who: Hajime Aikawa and you.
Where: Aikawa's, the mall, and later on wherever Anthony's staying.
When: November 9, throughout the day.
What: Hajime is at work, gets dragged away from work, and then

( All work and no play makes for a really stressed bugman )

sassymaru

[A few days after his little meeting with Nick, the good detective comes to the network... a lot more solemn.]

I suppose, with all the goings-on, it's rather selfish to ask for a distraction, isn't it?

[There's a quiet, rueful little laugh.]

I've received a temporary ban from my usual haunts so... well. I'm at something of a loss.

So tell me... what is it the rest of you do, to keep yourself -- ah -- preoccupied?

scramasax

[Slow and steadily handwritten text in pen:]

This is Anthony. I apologize to anyone who it bothers. However, I am going to switch to video. Excuse me, please.

[The words stay in place with no change in the transmission for between four and five seconds.

It shifts to visual with a hoarse and mumbled "Hello."

When it switches to video Anthony looks no different than he did in his last message - except, of course, rather more composed. At the least relatively - he still looks uneasy. Shoulders distinctly hunched making himself not timidly but anxiously somewhat small in the frame. Eyes don't go fully unlidded, blinking rapid, less-obviously brow slightly knitted and eyes themselves wandering one way and then the other.

His fingers are laced and hands resting from where he had them clasped in front of them before shifting method of communication - also not-so-obvious twitch in his face that'd be a little too quick to catch as some misgiving polite obligatory smile even if his face was in the state it was in April.]

-- I er...

-- thought it - may - be - good -- to mention... that I... -- know from experience that I -- cannot die. -- Normally... [This is cagier than he hopes it sounds, as it's more than he can actually claim to know for a fact.] If -- ...there's a fight -- any time soon -- ...if - we're -- ge - getting attacked, again, I, erm. ... -- Won't mind -- if I can -- ...be - there.

[Less-than-forthright way to say that he hopes to.]

Uhm. That's all -- thank - ...Thank you...

[In a moment his shoulders hunch even deeper and he cringes away from the screen before dusting the page aside and cutting the feed.]

caosgo

Hello, everyone. I want to apologize profusely for the delay in posting this, but the last month has been...well. I'm sure most of you have an idea.

( and here is the IC F.A.Q., finally )

Last but not least, several weeks ago I did some research into Locke's history. Not much stood out, but I did discover that the Native American tribe in this area worshiped a snake god as part of their religious practices. Whether this has any connection to the statues created by David Proud (who is, in fact, a descendant of that tribe) remains to be seen. I'd like to open this and more recent events up to discussion.

____________________________________________________

Updates as of 11/22/2013

Some other useful posts:

A list of safe public servants
People to go to for research purposes

A spreadsheet for tracking echoes or pulses. Be warned that this is hosted off-network, though if I understand correctly, it's hosted by our resident computer experts who have made it difficult to find. Contributions are completely voluntary.

-Raoul Light, Mikasa Bito and Candy Rodriguez are still missing.

-On October 23rd, a large area of the Dead District was bombed. The cause and perpetrators are still unknown, though we have our suspicions. To the public, the act has been blamed on terrorists, but no evidence or residue from any sort of explosive has been found.

-On Halloween, a party thrown by network members was attacked by what we believe is a "Vermedi". Further details to be added.

-a man believed to be the sculptor David Proud has been sighted in an abandoned subway tunnel.

-The source of the buzzing noise emanating from the ares around Tuning Towers appears to be a large pink rock buried far underground. Any other information is still forthcoming.

[ooc: feel free to thread with each other too, I'm going to be slow but I wanted to get this up.]

show_my_cannons

Has anyone actually gone into the blast area? Or are we all just sitting around, asking questions?

Forget the towers for now. If no one's gone in there, I am.

[Harding, do you know how fundamentally bad that idea is?]

Alone, if I have to.

doomedtheworld

[Somebody's had a rough day after being blasted awake early in the morning. Almost literally. Vanessa's apartment was close enough to the Dead District that she had felt the floors shake during the blasts and the windows rattling.

Now she's sitting a good distance away from her apartment with her emergency bug-out backpack on and finally getting around to taking a look at the network.]

Okay does anybody know what the fuck that was all about? I tried to get a closer look but there's cops all over the place. Probably going to have to stay out of the area until this cools down.

I swear none of you better be behind this one.

[Private to Banagher Links]

I'm not dead. Stop sending me text messages.

goldenclothes

[ she debates doing this for a few days because part of her doesn't want to know, but part of her does. she ran a real risk having alex keep an eye on her on friday. nothing happened, but... that's not reassuring at all.

and there's no one else to ask, really, so... ]

Sorry for the suddenness of this. It's Reilanin.

I got an echo a little while back. A week or two. I wasn't sure- I'm still not sure what it is. I know it's not the transformation yet. I haven't gotten anything or remembered anything like other times.

Do you have any ideas? I really don't know how reliable anything else is to go on.

healspec

Everyone here has been hearing the constant buzzing, yes? It is driving me crazy and I can't be the only one. It is also getting worse instead of better.

I think we need to find whatever is causing it and stop it.

Who wants to help?

amberhearted

Who: Alexander & Reilanin
When: The first week of October.
Where: A coffee shop.
What: Getting-to-know-yous.
Warnings: --

( '..yes, yes I suppose it is an interview.' )

espigeonage

[Forwards-dated to Wednesday the 9th. Have a mediocre quality cell phone picture of a running bat surrounded by legs, also blurred because nothing there was keeping still when this was taken.]

hey there';s a huge bat here is it like the mines? confirm deny red eyes its same size kids are chasing will follow.

[By "red eyes" he's meaning does it have those. (nope) He's texting on the move.]

gainingmomentum

So for my own curiosity, and for the sake of other people in this little Numbers Club, I thought it'd be a good thing for those of us in public service positions to make ourselves known so we know who we can trust on the job, and who others can trust if they need help. Strictly voluntary - if you don't want to point yourself out, that's fine too. I don't know about any of you folks, but I rather like knowing who all is on my side.

And I suppose if any civilians have questions for any of us, have at asking.

[OOC: Posting format is akin to a CR meme - characters introduce themselves and tell their position and any other information they want to share.]

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