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[personal profile] italktofish
ROAD TRIP

WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS I ECHOED AN RV AND NOW IT'S TIME SCHOOL YEAR'S OVER AND EVERYTHING

SO WHO'S WITH US SO FAR IT'S JUST ME AND WHEATLEY I THINK BUT HEY IT'S OPEN TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO COME THE RV'S GREAT HAS PLENTY OF ROOM

IT WILL BE A GRAND ADVENTURE
gogoghostpowers: ([P] you feel the beat)
[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
.... . .-.. .--. / - .-. .- .--. .--. . -.. / .. -. ... .. -.. . / - .... . .-. -- --- ... --..-- / -.-. .- -. .----. - / --. . - / ..-. .-. . . / ... --- -- . -... --- -.. -.-- / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / .-.. . - / -- . / --- ..- -

((help

trapped inside thermos, can't get free

somebody please let me out))

[Video]

Apr. 30th, 2014 12:58 am
courageblooms: (Modern - Happy)
[personal profile] courageblooms
[The video feed opens on a blurry close-up of Rosa's face, for she's leaning in and messing with the camera. But everything comes nicely into focus when she sits back. She's in her pajamas and beaming.]

Hello there, everyone! There's an awful lot of you on here, wow... I've just barely started reading and watching and listening, but I wanted to say something, too!

[She laughs and gives a little wave to the camera before continuing.]

I'm Rosa Curry, and I just got to Locke City. Aah, do any of you know Granny? Granny Curry? Oh, and my uncle Arthur? Arthur Curry? He's been telling me a bit about what he's been getting up to! I had thought it was just more of his tall tales, [She gives a silly eye roll and makes air quotes] but it's true, isn't it? He even told me about writing down the number and about... [She trails off while making a twirly gesture with her index finger.] ...all of this! Fighting aliens and getting powers and remembering past lives...

[She sighs happily and turns her eyes upwards, thoughtful.]

I remembered something too, when I got here. I was looking for someone. Someone really important. I wonder who it was? I wonder if they're here?

[And down comes her gaze, right back to the camera.]

Oh... oh yeah. And there was a flying ship, too. Do any of you remember something like that?
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[personal profile] drawitagain
[Haruka's dumb, goofy face shows up on the network, his tongue slightly protruding from the very corner of his mouth. In his hand is a pencil, and he seems very focused on whatever it is he's writing.]

I hope I'm not causing too much trouble for any of you right now, but I had an idea. Things seem to be getting pretty complicated lately...All the stuff with those three aliens, and everything going on here and in Vegas, it's pretty hard to stay positive. But you know what cheers me up when I'm not feeling too hot?

Art! So, I'm gonna write my number down on this piece of paper, and then whatever I draw should come through to the network, right? Just like when we do handwritten messages. I thought maybe, if people were browsing the network and saw some nice art being drawn, it might distract them from their bad day, or calm them down. I know watching art in progress always helps me with my nerves!

So, here we go! [Haruka immediately begins drawing, each line being transferred over the network to show his work in progress slowly becoming more and more complete.] I'm drawing something I saw in one of the memories I got back. I know sometimes they can be pretty scary, but this one just makes me...hungry! [A laugh as he continues drawing. The drawing starts to become something more recognizable--a scene depicting rows and rows of festival stands containing all sorts of delicious food, gently tinted in the orange glow of the sunset overhead.]

Maybe I'll get some of it back one day, doesn't it look good? [Now putting the finishing touches, he diligently colors in each food item with colored pencil.] Bright and colorful! Happy food for happy people. I'm tempted to draw smiley faces on them, actually!

You know, if you haven't tried authentic japanese festival food before, I highly recommend it. My parents make this sort of stuff from time to time when they feel like we need a shot in the arm of tradition. Maybe I can invite some of you over sometime!

[After a few more minutes of diligent work and lots of Bob Ross inspired commentary, Haruka scribbles "all done!" into the corner of the picture and signs it.] And there you have it! I hope this doesn't bother you too much if you aren't interested in it, and...I guess I hope it can remind some of you to try to focus on the good things instead of the bad? Like takoyaki...

I'll try to draw on here as much as I can, maybe I'll try to depict my new memories as best I can? If it's not too troublesome, that is! I just want to share something nice with everyone, it's about all I can do right now since I'm stuck at home and I don't really have any cool powers that I can use to contribute. So...thanks for watching!
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[personal profile] grannyfucker
[The video feed is shaking a little--Jovan is doing his best to hold the phone still, but he is only human. The video is focusing on the live broadcast of Sherman's and Edwards's arrests. As Edwards is shown on-screen to be hauled out in handcuffs, Jovan puts on a falsetto voice--it's soft, but he's close enough to the mic for it to be audible.]

Ohhh, ohh no! They've finally caught me! My own men have turned on me! After--after all I've done for them, enhancing them with corkscrew dicks and enormous elastic poop chutes, spicing up their sex lives...bending the governor right over my desk to give a live demonstration--this is how they thank me?!

Mark my words, as soon as I get out of these bondage cuffs, I'll be coming back! I'm coming back to get my--my alien armpit fuckbuddy AND Sherman's anus with my massive rhino dick...cocked like a semi-automatic in my hand. And then--and then, I'm busting out of everything standing in my way like some Die Hard shit...or my name isn't SIMON FUCKING EDWARDS!

[Then, as the broadcast goes back to showing the news anchor discussing the fiasco, there is some soft, breathy laughter. Then the video ends.]

[text]

Apr. 4th, 2014 10:43 pm
healspec: ([02])
[personal profile] healspec
Today I had a panic attack watching Taymor's The Tempest. That is not how I wanted to find out I pulsed back a phobia of harpies.

[HARPIES. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING HIM THO.]

It is stupid, but can I request a warning in front of anything with a bird's body and a human face? If it comes up. [he's not officially calling Julien out by name, but... And anyway with all the shit going on here it's equally likely that there will be actual harpies around at some point.]

[he feels really stupid for bringing it up though, MOVING ON BEFORE HE RETHINKS IT AND DELETES IT]


But I wanted to talk about something else. How many people were caught on camera on the ninth? And have you had anyone try to find you after that?

People have recognized me, it seems. I guess a healer is big news. I am afraid they will start looking for me at my job, next.

I am not sure what to do about it. [he's trying to seem casual, but he is freaking out about all the ways people continuing to try to track him down can go wrong. like, you know, losing his job, which would leave him totally fucked.]
italktofish: (itching)
[personal profile] italktofish
[Scenario A, noon, April 1]
[So it's lunchtime. And there's a restaurant. And there's Arthur, eating at a restaurant. This should not be unusual.

But this restaurant is a Long John Silver's, and Arthur is sitting down to chow down on a fried fish basket.]

[Scenario B, 5:00 PM, April 1]
[Horror of horrors, there are TWO ARTHURS squaring off against each other in the park.]

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, YOU IMPOSTROUS VILLAIN!

No, stop! You're scaring me!

[One Arthur is loud and angry. The other looks like he might faint from terror and is barely making a sound. How very unusual.]

[Open Video to the Network, evening of April 1]
GUYS! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!

I ran into ANOTHER ME! And he was being a DASTARDLY VILLAIN! But then he GOT AWAY! So if you see me, you better make sure it's ME me, because it may be that FIEND, whatever he was!

open;

Mar. 29th, 2014 01:03 pm
orangehoodie: ((ken) 03)
[personal profile] orangehoodie
who: ken and YOU
what: ken has run-ins with a couple of those weird aliens (the toothpicks and tokidoki), and YOU, the unfortunate passerby, gets caught up!!
when: March 30th and onwards; you can specify the date if you'd like!!
where: around town (the outskirts of the business district, near the library or school)
warnings: fighting? should be nothing out of the ordinary!

toothpicks: when you hear 'heads up' don't actually look up )

tokidoki: even allergies aren't this bad )
pokebonnet: (excite)
[personal profile] pokebonnet
[Suddenly a little old lady wearing an amazingly elaborate hat is waving at you. Those of you new to the network, you might have seen her before from that interview about the police sex scandal. Behind her a buff, bearded blond man is doing some sort of interpretive dance while dressed in bee-stripes.]

Hello dears! I'm just popping in to say that the Curry family is doing all right! More than all right! The rest of the family knows we're superheroes now, but they're coming around to it. Well, most of them. I'm sure Artie's brother Sully will eventually.

Anyhow! I just thought everyone should know that when we got back to Artie's apartment after the fight we found scripts and costumes for a play! It's called The Death Rains of Swansea and I think it's by the other Ivy and Mr Tunstell and it's very lovely! In fact, Artie and I want to put it on as a show! We're going to need actors though! And people to work backstage.

It's a beautiful, touching love story about the tragic love between a vampire queen and an alpha werewolf! Artie's already playing the hero, of course, but we need the leading lady--I'm a bit too old for these ingenue parts--and a villain and of course a lot of people to play the other vampires and werewolves.

Anyhow, we'll hold auditions next weekend. That ought to be long enough time to find a theatre we can do the show in. Oh! Mr Lyall, if you can see this, why don't you ask if the school will let us use theirs.
theearth: (PRETENTIOUS STATUE TIME)
[personal profile] 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. ]
whiterabbit_dot_obj: (Sometimes you just need a good cry)
[personal profile] whiterabbit_dot_obj
oh god I never thought I'd use the fact that only numbered people can see or hear the Network like this but I need a distraction

I am basically trapped in the conference room at work for lunch while I wait for an audio conference meeting to start

alone

and someone in the office is listening to a
50 Shades audiobook very loudly

I don't know who it is but I can hear everything clearly through the air vents

H E L P

text

Feb. 25th, 2014 07:11 pm
hungryhunter: (pic#6634851)
[personal profile] hungryhunter
important survey

1. r u a robot?
☐ y
☐ n

2. if y, what kind of robot?

3. if ur a robot do u ever get like shut down or something
☐ y
☐ n

4. plz elaborate if u answered y 2 #3, or just explain ur robot sleeping habits or lack of them in general I guess. idk.

5. if u r not a robot what r u and do ur echoes affect ur sleep

6. whats ur favorite restaurant(so theres a q on here 4 every1 ok dont want any1 2 b left out)

plz and thank u this is 4 science

ps heres a checked up box thing ☑
theearth: (Take on the world!)
[personal profile] 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. ]
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[personal profile] abhero
you guys owe me a new phone and let me tell you why

let’s say your grandma wants whatsapp installed and since you’re a good grandkid you take her phone and plan to do just that. but instead you type those numbers that got stuck in your head and you find a secret message board

so you browse and it’s like everyone is in some weird reincarnation cult. then you see FAQ and the first to get your eye is red text about police killing kids and snuff films and shit

and IN THAT EXACT MOMENT granny comes looking to see if you’re done yet and you freak out, throw her phone and smash it. then you’ve got all this explaining to do and people get angry

you connect to the “network” again later when you’re alone in your room behind a closed door, trying to figure out wtf is going on in peace

only to find out you ruined gran’s phone for nothing because “observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent” and you wonder WTF NO ONE THOUGHT TO PUT IT IN BIG BOLD LETTERS INSTEAD INSIDE A WALL OF TEXT

conclusion? you owe me a phone

and hi i guess
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[personal profile] yerawizarderi
[The feed turns on, and it certainly is the resident hipster in view. He's sitting at a desk of some sort, and behind him looks like a bedroom. Probably his. Ignore the Harry Potter-like paraphernalia or whatever closest analogue to that it would be.]

So.

[Brilliant start. He rests his chin on the back of his hand, his elbow resting against the surface of the desk as he stares into the feed. There's a slight upward curl of his lips.]

In light a the grim news that seems to be happenin' recently on this network, I figured you lot needed a quick change a pace. Maybe, you need to find yourself at a do. Some right social gatherin' a sorts, you see the most important day a the year is upon us, which likely none of you knew about.

[He waves his other hand dismissively.]

Ain't no one gonna fault you for that though. Comin' the thirteenth it's my birthday, and I figure why not kill two birds with one bleedin' stone? I'm gonna be throwin' one hell of a soiree AND I would like to get myself acquainted further with my fellow numbers club members. Brill, ain't it?

You won't want to miss this shit, and I've even been so generous to celebrate it on the fifteenth for all you people who work weekday jobs or have school and suchlike. Those a your work work weekend jobs better ask off. I'm givin' you over a week to do so. Besides, the fourthteenth I'm sure we'll all be busy anyway. I know I will be.

[No he won't.]

ANY-FUCKIN'-WAY, check the text document attached below for more deets on the whole thing. As I said, you won't want to miss this, an' if you do, well you're be left regrettin' it for the rest a your miserable life. Honestly.

[A pause as he reaches to turn off the feed, his hands stopping.]

Oh, and don't forget to bring me somethin' nice.

[Aaaand with that, he cuts the feed, and attaches the text document below:]
Cut for Text )
titansno: and i don't have a waist to speak of (Default)
[personal profile] titansno
[Rachel stares down at her notebook, thinking on this before she begins to write.]

Teen Titans, seriously a damn superhero team.

Six members. Raven, Starfire, Terra, Robin, Cyborg, Beast Boy.

First three are here - me, Kara, Brooke. Are the last three ringing a bell for anyone else?

I want to try to reform the team - maybe just as the Titans.
[she writes out a couple of question marks around this, she's not 100% sure on all the details yet.] I'm 25, the old name doesn't exactly work out so well.

We'd need new members. Is anyone interested?
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[personal profile] 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 )

video;

Jan. 23rd, 2014 09:57 pm
telvanni: nobody else plays neloth anyway lbr (bleh)
[personal profile] telvanni
[ The network is being treated to a webcam view of the top of someone's head. A very bald and bearded someone who is scowling down at his keyboard while he stabs at the keys with a single finger. Book enthusiasts with a high tolerance for being snotted at might recognise Nathaniel Mithryn, of Mithryn's Books. Those who don't recognise him should count themselves lucky.

There's a telephone cradled between his face and his shoulder. While it's not possible to make out what's being said on the other end of it, it's clear that it's not pleasing Nathaniel. At all. He keeps looking back and forth between what seems to be a cable bill and the keyboard as he berates the unfortunate person on the other end of the phone.
]

--urgh, wrong number. Why do there have to be so many numbers - are they really necessary? I-- no, you idiot, that was a rhetorical question. Rhetorical. It's a big word, isn't it? Why don't you look that up while I find this ruddy customer service number you're so keen on...

[ He starts poking at his keyboard again. He still hasn't looked up at his monitor. ]

...More trouble than it's worth. All this modernisation malarkey. Interwebs and iBooks - what's the point? It's all a lot of rubbi-- it was another rhetorical question, nitwit. Is it too much to ask for someone with just a spot of intelligence?

[ He pauses to let the poor sap on the other end of the phone speak. Much eyerolling is involved. ]

'Offensive?' Your stupidity offends me, but I'm... hello? Hello?

[ He raises his eyes from the keyboard to stare indignantly at his phone. He's midway through redialling when he takes a glance at his computer screen and performs the most elegantly theatrical double-take the world has ever seen. He scoots closer to the monitor, peers at the network, and -- ]

Good lord. Pop-ups!

[ -- completely fails to comprehend what's going on. ]
amberhearted: (Default)
[personal profile] 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. ]

text

Jan. 20th, 2014 04:23 pm
[personal profile] fridayisyellow
christmas fucking sucks so if anyone wants a stupid ugly bracelet thats totally worthless it's yours.

[ooc: the bracelet looks something like this]

i have to say something i guess. it turns out that aria is not an evil seductress. my evidence was misleading.

that's it okay?

also we should totally kidnap and ransom the alien. film it and prove the police are dicks. thats what smart people would do.
italktofish: (grrrrr)
[personal profile] 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!
beforeweproceed: (Default)
[personal profile] beforeweproceed
[A new number is scrawled down. For a few minutes, that's all there is. Nothing more continues to be written down.

The next sign of the connector comes on abruptly with a huffed sigh and a gruff and weathered "Son of a
bitch." It's caught - and in a small figurative window is a man, older, mustached and bearded, solidly gray hair. Seen at several angles, as he's not actually looking at the frame. He's looking between targets somewhere off one of its corners and around its adjacent sides, stops in one place, leans in to squint at another before lifting back and swinging his focus over to another.

Somewhere in the skimming over whatever surface it is he's perusing on he looses of huff - or half that and half a grumble or a growl. Rougher and more stirred than a huff as he picks up muttering, inwardly directed, fast, and clipping soft consonants drawn and hard ones pointed:]


...Gang warfare -- [A restless blustering noise.] What do you know, so much for that!

[That last word with a trace of a growl, not even an angry one, not settled enough to be angry or hostile or anything else that warrants an actual target at anything as he continues the looking through.]
pokebonnet: (srs bizness)
[personal profile] pokebonnet
Who: Ivy and Lyall, Elian, Helene and Kara respectively
When: Multiple days over the end of December and beginning of January
Where: Expresso Yourself, later accidentally in the Dead District
What: Ivy meets other Numbers Club members face to face--mostly on purpose. (Sub-threads in the comments)

It's taken some help from Artie, but Ivy thinks she's starting to understand Locke City geography (or is it geology?) well enough to start going places on her own, without needing her little grandson--which is how she still thinks of him, no matter how big he's gotten--to give her a ride in his schoolbus.

Which is good. She does love him, but she'd feel a bit awkward if he sat in on her meeting with other Numbers Club members.
grannyfucker: (GIRL LOOK AT THAT BODY!)
[personal profile] grannyfucker
[The network number that brought you such hits as Impersonating Simon Edwards is back, broadcasting a video this time. The video shows a kitchen--one that a few characters, if they've been there, may recognize as being the kitchen of one Alan Hunter's home.

In the foreground, however, is a notecard propped up by some salt and pepper shakers. The notecard seems to have some writing on it, too!]


How is it all of you chumps have a bunch of ~*magical superpowers*~ and I don't? I've been here a while, and all I've gotten is [he wrote something here, but then blacked it out with the marker] a bunch of shitty memory bullshit! All this retarded cop alien conspiracy earthquake crap would actually be worth it if I ever actually got anything cool out of it!

Seriously. What's a guy gotta do to get some decent superpowers around this place?

[All responses will be in a similar format--text written on notecards in the foreground with various scenes of Alan's house in the background.]

audio;

Jan. 4th, 2014 05:40 pm
sassymaru: (h | Let me steal this moment)
[personal profile] 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?
beyondrebirthday: (Isn't this just fate and nothing more?)
[personal profile] beyondrebirthday
[Unlike many who may wish for a tough year to end, a certain young man with an obsession with 13s is lamenting each approaching minutes. No more will he get a nice 13/13 each month, which made him smile just like his nickname. If 2014 is to take that away, then he is determined to strike back by leaving another numerical mark on it.

And so, as he crafts it for the paper and writes down the answers for submission, the first thing the network sees is an elaborate sudoku puzzle. Somewhere in there, his personal number has been hidden. It is the first time he's found a use for it since it popped into his head - it's a bit long and not as snappy, not as good as 13 even though it is more unique. Still, if there was any a time to use it, it was now. He looks down at his handiwork, fairly pleased, and as he stares the network can look in on his face. Finally, he lets out a sigh.]


Well, now it's ready. Take that, new year! Heh heh hehn.
searchforpeace: ([24] While our reflections)
[personal profile] searchforpeace
Now that the holidays are almost finished...

[And with that, Audrey offers a long sigh. An absolutely exhausted one.]

It seems my father is becoming increasingly more agitated with me remaining here. I can't blame him, with the earthquakes and bombings. The reports of violence aren't really endearing the town to him either.

[She pauses there and offers softly.]

I do wonder though if perhaps leaving wouldn't be the best solution for most of us. Sometimes.

[That's enough of that.]

More to the point though... it seems some of you have found things, yes?

[She flips on camera on her phone now and the first thing one sees is red, red, a whole lot of red fabric with gold trimmings. The cape is laid out neatly atop Audrey's bed.]

I admit, it is striking.
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[personal profile] seabeast
[ A video feed of a ferret sitting very primly in a pet bed, surrounded by a variety of snacks. There's a scrap of what appears to be silk right on her paws. She stares into the camera down her nose, her head held high, then she snakes forward to turn the feed off.

(She is expecting everyone to be so jealous of her Christmas haul. It has not quite struck her that this gesture might have made ZERO SENSE.

A text message is right below the video window:]


christmas gets a pass this year
praps i judjed it too quick

anyone heard of an island called sampetra
warm sandy lots o green
full to the brim with lizards and other filth


[ ... at least she gets to the point? ]
italktofish: (Holidays!)
[personal profile] italktofish
[The video feed opens to reveal Arthur in his mall Santa suit and Granny Curry in her new hat, a canary yellow felt toque trimmed with black currants, black velvet ribbon, and a pair of green feathers that looked like antenna off to one side. In other words, she's got a fancy old lady hat going.

You're in for a musical treat tonight, network, because the Currys have chosen to regale you with a Curry family tradition--the singing of Christmas carols! They're actually pretty good, seeing as how Arthur used to be an entertainer on a cruise ship, and Granny used to perform on vaudeville.

They'll move through a selection of classics: "Jingle Bells," "Silent Night," "Joy to the World," "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." Unfortunately, Arthur being Arthur, he suddenly gets distracted in the middle of that last one.]

Hey, Granny, what IS figgy pudding, anyways?

I think it's pudding with figs in it?

[Granny Curry sounds very thoughtful here.]

Unless the figs are a cunning ruse.

Great Scott, but why would you want to pull a cunning ruse over on someone who was nice enough to go caroling for you?

Perhaps they're engaging in a little Christmas espanol, if that's the word I want.

[No, Granny, that's not the word you want. Espionage, maybe...]

So figgy pudding's really MEXICAN FOOD?

(This is a joint post with [personal profile] pokebonnet, so expect replies from her or Arthur! Italics are Granny, bold is Arthur.)
pokebonnet: (oh dear)
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[A series of numbers is written on the top of the paper in loopy old-lady handwriting. It's followed by a sketch of an old-fashioned ruffled parasol and a few jotted down phases, some of which are written sideways.]

“I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.”

“May the blood of the souless keep your own soul safe.”

Puff Bonnet? Ruffled Parasol?

What is the Parasol Protectorate???


[Whoever is writing this doesn't seem to have figured out about the whole network thing yet.]