dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (They'll be your private little fishes)
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[There is a lot going on right now. Murders in Vegas, police trials staggering to shameful conclusions, and L's own latest case- which he's technically no longer supposed to be investigating, but is- are all very distracting.

It's not like he needs sleep or anything, though; the coffee shop's construction is right on schedule. It just finished, in fact. As promised, he's taking a break from perusing Greek newspapers to make an announcement... and to remind the people who said they'd help a couple weeks ago about their commitment.]

Construction's done on the coffee shop and these are the open temporary positions I need filled immediately.

Movers: Basically just move objects from point A to point B. Some of them are heavy.
Painters: Solid colors and also a mural.
Promoters: Hang out at Urban Outfitters and craft bars to hand out posters and spread the word.

These are the permanent positions I'm taking interviews for starting this evening. Experience is a plus, but not necessary unless otherwise noted.

Manager: Experience required. Job entails scheduling workers and running the shop.
Assistant Managers: Hiring two. Need to be equally comfortable behind the counter and dealing with paperwork.
Baristas: Hiring up to 8 for now. Duties include making coffee and food, running the cash register, and keeping the bathroom really clean.
Bartenders: Hiring up to three. Must be over 21; we have a full bar that opens at 2:00 each day.
Vendors: Sell your handcrafted items and help us support our boarded employees.
A fantastic accountant: Lots of experience mandatory
A fantastic lawyer: See above.

Numbered individuals get priority, obviously. As I mentioned before, if your living situation is complicated, there is an apartment upstairs with six cots, two showers, and lockers for personal belongings. Just mention it during your interview and we can put you up as soon as the cots are upstairs.

Respond here or drop by in person. I'll be at the shop all day today, and... honestly for the next week I'll be there almost constantly.


[And, in fact, he will. He's been neglecting his sleep, though, so when you stop by the newly constructed Espresso Yourself, you're likely to find him dozing on the lone sofa in the empty expanse of the shop, practically buried in paperwork.]
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[Hai Numbers Network. Tonight you are greeted by a short haired brunette, brushing some behind her ear as she stands back, trying to straighten her phone before turning it around. In front of her is this painting she has been working on replicating from memory. It came to her in mention of 'floating lights'. So, naturally now she is playing detective and trying to figure out just what these lights are exactly. She's certain they aren't stars at least.]

Hey everyone. Look, so I kind of had another...echo thing. This painting. I think I got it replicated. I was just wondering if those....lights look familiar to anyone? What they might be? I mean, I don't think they're stars, so.....any other ideas?

And yes. That yellow seems to be a heck of a lot of hair. Or...something like that. Not what I'm too concerned about. I'm not sure if these lights have anything to do with the sun thing, but I'm going to see what I can figure online. Figured it couldn't hurt to get some ideas from you guys though.

So. Fire away.
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[ The post started off in text because it's the only way he can explain things without shoving it straight into his network friends' face, especially years long friends like Melissa and Celia. After two days of hiding himself away from everyone and finally letting the truth sinks in, he realizes there's no way the drastic change that happened to him isn't real. So with a resigned mood, he booted up his laptop. ]

So...
This might come as a surprise to those of you who knew and have seen me, Tieria, outside of the network.
Right after the broadcast, I received a pulse in the form of physical modification. Thankfully, I did not became an animal or any strange beings, however, the change is drastic enough that I no longer view keeping my appearance from the network necessary. I'm not sure how to explain it so I'm going to switch over to video to make this easier.


[ With a deep breath, he turns on the webcam. In place of his usual brown hair, amber eyes and 24 years old with a mild tan from having worked on the farm is his brand new Innovade body. He's spotting purple hair, red eyes and looks no older than 16 years old, with a skin complexion that would make any girl jealous on first sight. ]

If you have a heart attack, I'm sorry. [ He grimaces, adjusting his glasses in a nervous bout. ] To those who helped me out in my previous post, thank you. I'm no longer suffering from migraine the moment this change took place. So I supposed, there's something good about of it.

[ Sighing softly, he gives the network a weak smile. ] This is going to take some adjusting to...
skycutter: (It's driven me before and seems to)
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Okay, question.

[No wait, he pauses, before saying "aw, to hell with it," and turns on the video instead. He's done trying to be anonymous to even the other number club members.

This is someone some people from LCHS or Thunder Corp or just from somewhere may know, except... different. Aside from the deeper voice, Miles' face is more angular, his bones slightly more prominent than before. Basically, he looks like an older teen instead of someone who's just fifteen.]


Okay, now's the question.

What kind of physical changes did these echoes, pulses, whatever-you-call-them give you? As in you personally, and not what you've seen so far on the network. Hair, eye color, that kind of thing. I know some people are turning into robots and we've got a guy with feathers and wings now. It doesn't have to be as big as those changes. Even little ones, as long as they're from echoes.

... Let's just call this scientific curiosity. I'm not about to sell anyone out to some crazy lab or our so-called enemies. I just want to know.


[[ ooc: And here is a thing for context! ]]
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[The number wasn't nearly as bad as the headache that came when Solana got her first echo. The image of a haunting and somehow familiar sun emblem. She tried to ignore it. Figured it to just be some random string of numbers. Finally, she types them into her computer, frowning and staring as she reads through the result. The network.]

So this is the network. This number club thing? Maybe now I've figured it out, I won't have it in my head all the time. It's good to know I'm not the only one at least. A lot has been going on lately. I mean, I thought this stuff was all just in stories. Not. You know, actually real. The whole super powers or whatever else that we apparently get. I haven't got anything like that. Not yet anyway. I feel sorry for those who are more obvious about theirs.

Anyway, my name is Solana, and I wanted to ask something. What I got was--hang on.


[The feed changes to video as she turns on the webcam, biting her lip and brushing some short brown locks from her face as she quickly sketches this sun emblem.]

This. I was painting like I always do, in my mother's studio when I painted a sun and saw this. Like it was on some sort of flag, with purple behind it. It probably doesn't mean anything to anyone, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask? I just can't stop thinking it is important somehow. Which is....crazy right? It's just a sun. But...I don't know. I just can't shake that feeling for some reason. If it seems familiar to anyone else? Let me know. I'd appreciate it.

[OPEN]

Apr. 6th, 2014 11:44 pm
knighting: Elliot Nightray (002;)
[personal profile] knighting
Who: Nicholas [[personal profile] knighting] & you!
What: He's the LCHS football field practicing his kicking. Feel free to use this post as a open catch all for any Friday shenanigans if you want.
When: backdated to April 4th: Friday afternoon, after classes are over.
Where: LCHS football field
Warnings: Uh... he curses sometimes on accident?

It's Friday after classes have ended; the school still has a fair amount of people at it just before everyone heads out for weekend plans, even if those plans require staying away from the still not so cleaned up downtown. Since he's new in town, Nicholas doesn't have any plans for this Friday afternoon; and since it's a pretty nice day outside given the weather they'd been having recently, he decided to grab a bag of footballs from the athletics club at Bancroft Academy and haul them all the way to Locke City High School football field for a chance to practice his kicking.

The season won't be starting till August but it's never a bad thing to practice right?

Lining up the football on the stand he takes two steps back. He's got regular sneakers on as his cleats haven't been unpacked yet. A quick intake of breath then he's coming forward and kick- Please don't fall short, he pleads with himself. He doubts any one is watching but it'll kill his pride if the damn thing doesn't at least go through the goal posts.

two. video.

Apr. 6th, 2014 07:06 pm
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[ the lights are dimmed significantly in the building he's in, save for some overhead ones nearby, but it's not too important in terms of his footage. hatter is leaning down on a countertop, arms crossed, looking not-quite-stern but perhaps rather unhappy. this time, he has a hat atop his head which is hardly situated at a jaunty angle, and every few seconds he fusses with it, moving it a touch in one direction and then another. ]

So, for curiosity's sake and my own... insatiable need to hear opinions other than my own- [ that would be mild sarcasm. ] - what's the first step after you discover you're hardly who you believe yourself to be. Do you tell your friends, random people on the street you bump into? Keep it to yourself and hope for the best?

Do you paint your house a different color to match your newfound personality? Perhaps a new wardrobe- something with paisley and far too much plaid.

I'd like to know what it was you first did when you found out you weren't who your birth certificate claims you to be. And i'm not talking about the shock and awe - that's awfully boring. I mean what did you do after that.

Because i'm sure there's more than a few variables out there that I could use to my advantage. I'd love to hear my options as.. as you can see, my new wardrobe- [ he gives a small nod, his hat sliding down a touch ] -seems to be purely unavoidable instead of a lifestyle choice. One can never be too fashionable when changing who they are on the inside.