savetheearth | Entries tagged with pretear: sasame

( tl;dr Julien finds out that Aaron has forgotten, gets an Echo, and is profoundly dismayed )

[Thank god text lets him draft and edit, and strips away tone.]

Bad news, numbers club. Aaron Strider is normal again. That is, he's forgotten all the more unusual things that have happened since April, he could probably figure out where all his possessions are from, all that stuff. I'm not sure how long he's been like this. He was fine a couple days ago. Okay, this isn't as bad for us as it sounds. LSR can still take you if you need it. Dr. Solus still works here, and even if Strider's forgotten I've known him for more than a year now. If something comes up and you have to go in when Solus isn't on shift, Strider's not going to turn anyone in to the police, or spread anything around. Some normies can be trusted! He's still a good guy. I'll see about breaking the news that some of his patients are pretty unusual.

shouldertheburden

Hm..that should do it.

[There are sounds of movement in the room: someone walking, sitting, then scooting their chair forward; followed by a single note played on piano.

After a momentary pause, that someone begins to play a piece on that piano, quite skillfully. He makes a contented sigh after he finishes.]

To whoever receives this message, I am honored to be among this group of elect, whatever its purpose is. My name is Kaworu, Kaworu Nagisa. Maybe we can be friends...Thank you for your time.

[A little awkward, yes, but at least he's polite.]

somesayinfire

What's up, numbers club?

[Brooke definitely looks all dressed up and nowhere to go. she's wearing a blue dress, strapless, but is keeping her right arm out of the webcam feed. her background shows a neat-looking apartment, but the angle's a little too high to see much beyond the white wall with a Le Chat Noir poster hanging on it.]

It's that time of year again. Christmas in August. My birthday, I'm talking about my birthday. For the past couple years I've gone out bar-crawling with some friends, but I've been feeling a little under the weather lately. My bad. I miss anything huge? Probably, with my luck. I'll catch up later.

Anyway. [she lifts her left hand to reveal a table-glass filled roughly halfway with a clear liquid.] Here's to you guys, numbers club. My life has been weirder, but mostly better, since I found out you exist.

[she drinks jovially, downing the entire glass and placing it off camera, with only a hint of a grimace.]

Oh, and totally unrelated, but does anyone know the name of that bone disease that Mötley Crüe's guitarist has, and slash or how localized it can be? Asking for a friend.

seriallylucky

[After a couple of abortive attempts - as in, connect-disconnect - at posting this with other methods, Fred resorts to text.]

Do we have any therapists or counselors or whatever?

If I need to talk to someone anyway I don't want to have to worry about mentioning pulses or Gardeners or anything.

talktothedoll

Who: Mort Yokugawa and whoever might need to talk to a professional about anything that's going on.
What: Therapy, talking about feelings, possibly getting creeped out by Mort's doll.
Where: Mort's office.
When: All week.
Warnings: Well, if his creepy doll's just sitting on the shelf instead of in a drawer where it belongs, that's kind of freaky.

( But how does this make you feel? )

((Feel free to handwave your character having made arrangements to come in, or just stop by out of nowhere, it's your call! I'm not putting his initial network post up just for the sake of avoiding clutter.))

formermagicalgirl

Who: Everyone who is interested in delicious information about Thunder Corp.
Where: A meeting room in Emmanuel's church, same spot self-defense lessons are held
When: Thursday August 15th, around 5PM
What: A gathering of folks from the network to make plans and disperse information.

( Assume this is something witty )

soulsborderline

Music theory is the dumbest class. I only keep showing up for the hot music majors honestly. Although "Asian dude with bleached hair" has gotten a lot less exotic-seeming since I got on this network. Seriously is everyone on here from Japantown? Anyway I'm bored and this network doesn't require a wifi connection. ... *sigh* This is so stupid. I'd rather be playing violin. Or electrocuting something for science. Physics is the best. Although with all the weird crap that's going on here I'm thinking of taking more biology classes if I can fit them in. I got my first pulse echo whatever on a bio lab trip, so maybe if I go on more that'll happen again. ... Is anyone else on this thing this morning?

formermagicalgirl

So apparently being a bigwig for some large company up to no good doesn't mean one cannot enjoy video games and make up stories that sound like one.

Though I think they exhausted their creativity in making that story up.

Anyway, I got some really good info digging into some computers that happen to belong to some bigwigs. I'm really thinking this is best shared face to face and we need to get some organization because they know we are disorganized and lacking in resources. I suspect they had access to that forum as well.

Someone come up with a good location and time for people to meet up and I'll run with that and bring copies of the emails I got a hold of. Just don't ask me to share how I got them, because I plead the fifth on that one outside of the fact that they are legit.

[Because yeah, what she did was quite illegal. And yes, that first part is implying that the story about the gems is indeed fake and she has evidence of who made it up.

Later she adds in the following once she's spoken with Emmanuel:]

The meeting will take place at the same church self-defense lessons were at. We'll meet at around 5PM on Thursday (8/15). If someone cannot make it, stop by at some point and the information will be relayed in another manner.

espigeonage

Okay, so we've established that there's something in the water. No Brooke Fraser jokes please. I can actually see the contamination, or whatever this is. It's kind of shouted down by the fluoride, but if I take some out into the sunlight in a clear glass, there's definitely a different color to it. Sticks around if it's boiled, but it doesn't get concentrated down. Are we a reservoir city or is it something else? I don't know a thing about how this works, but someone's tampered with the water supply for the whole city. Anyone else think it's worth going and finding the source?

cava

[a voice comes through, clearly being run through a filter.]

Ça va, ça va, ça va?

I've already examined the FAQ, after doing a bit of digging. I would dismiss this all as nonsense, were it not that I attempted using the numbers on a piece of paper. From there, I'm sure you can guess at the result.

Très intéressant.

I'll spare the usual questions, and leave you to whatever it is you hope to accomplish. Frankly, all this talk of heroism hurts to hear! I don't have the time to spare for such nonsense. But, once more, don't mind me. I look forward to seeing how this plays out regardless.

I bid you bonne chance, Numbers Club.

wordsgate

Who: Tamara (

formermagicalgirl) and Sam (

wordsgate)
What: Sam and Tamara are having a nice picnic together. Obviously we can't have that, so the gigglewater causes all sorts of echoes to happen. Hilarity ensues?
Where: A park near Sam's apartment.
When: Backdated to August 2nd!

( I just realized the time we spent )

Current Music: This is Not the End - The Bravery

angelskills

[ The voice on the other end of the feed is shaky and weak. It's difficult to make out the words because of the hum of other noises -- clicks of cash registers and the squeak of sneakers, the shuffle of plastic bags. ]

Please... I....

[ There's more static and muffled noises - she's talking but it's not clear what she's saying, there are noticeably a lot of pauses and sharp inhales. ]

I can't -- it hurts -- please, help... some...

[ There's a crashing noise and the feed continues to run, all the noises that were there before sans Colette, who has gone silent. ]

[ ooc: Long story short, Colette has passed out in an alley beside a popular super market. Her bags are dropped on the floor and she's on the ground. I'd like for one person to find her!! If you'd like to just throw up that you're doing so in the subject line. Otherwise, Colette will be responding once she's come-to and probably been dragged to a clinic or hospital. ♥ ]

unwakingwaters

[Maya looks... strained.]

If any of you work in a morgue, or in law enforcement, if you'd be so kind as to send me a private message, I'd appreciate a great deal.

... the rest of you, if you have loved ones who are not part of this, I... give them a big hug. Or call them. Write them. They... they're targeting our families, now.

[ she pauses, looking out of a window. In the background, one of her cats jumps on a windowsill.]

Right um, first things first. I think a few of you actually responded to the ad I put out for a photoshoot. If I could have your phone numbers, please, that'd be helpful. Also, if you could all write me up invoices for payment... I can provide templates if you need.

And...

...

Finally, as you can see, I have a very spacious house, lots of rooms. If... if any of you need a place to stay, for whatever reason, my home is open to you. I've cleaned up the spare rooms and even cleared out a few that I was just using for storage... you'll need to take care of chores and help out around the house, that'd be lovely. I think all told if we count what used to be the first floor storage room I've got seven rooms free, and if you all don't mind being room-mates I have room for more. Bathroom space will probably be at a premium though, as there's only three of those...

It's a large, empty house, is what I'm saying. My ex husband wanted a big family. I... did not.

[A grim smile]

But I won that divorce settlement.

... that's all.

hawaiianheir

[So howdy, network, just another day, right? Well. Except for what looks like a new person accessing the super secret numbers network.

For a moment or two, there seems to be pretty much nothing but silence. Then, a piano tune creeps up. Slow, steady, almost as if he's rehearsed this. Weird. At least it sounds pretty, right?

It goes on for a minute or two, before wrapping up. After that there's nothing again, until text starts appearing, rapid-fire as if from an IM or IRC client.]

okay so
what the fuck is this, seriously
i mean the number is obviously some sort of weird coded gibberish (who the fuck heard of an address starting with '413' i mean really)
is that dumb piano piece i remembered from who knows where some sort of signal or key or something who the fuck knows
assuming i didn't just craft it up in some weird half-baked dream anyway
what the hell am i even typing there's probably nothing even here
just, you know, me
typing into the infinite idiot void
wondering if i get something better than the dumb bullshit i usually put up with
yaaaaay
ace choices in how to waste your time today self
real pro of you
ugh, whatever.

not_good_not_wicked

[The view is from Marisa's laptop webcam, and is pointed at a medium sized corkboard in her room. It has which has a number of pictures gathered up from the network stuck to it, along with a few articles from the news, and pictures of various people, some of which have notes scribbled on them in red pen. All of them are connected together but lines of red thread tied to push pins. The whole thing looks very haphazard and cluttered.

Marisa herself comes into view and adjusts the camera slightly before stepping back to address the network.]

Okay so...a lot of us have been collecting information, but I haven't heard anyone trying to actually put it all together. So I took a shot at it.

[She starts talking quickly, while occasionally pointing to things on her conspiracy collage. If she got any details wrong, she's not giving anyone a chance to interrupt until she's done.]

I'll start with the mine incident. There was a guy down there who told us to collect a gem and rebuild a magic seal, but there was also a bunch of evil bats and chupacabras or whatever those hairy things are. So the obvious question is was he there to lure us in there in the first place? I don't think he was because if so why bother giving a speech before setting off the ambush. That mine, by the way, was where the rocks that were turned into those weird snake statues came from. Whatever is going on, it has to do with that mine. And maybe also with Thunder Corp, since they were the ones who donated those statues to the museum.

Next up is all this weird animal activity. I haven't been able to find any news stories about mutated animals or strange animal activity, so that means one of two things. One: They are only showing up near people in the network. Two: Someone is covering up any word about it. I guess it could also mean that we're all going crazy, but if we go down that train of thought we're not going to get anywhere. We've got swarms of bugs and animals, giant scorpions with gigglevenom, some kind of creepy fungus, and I don't even know what else.

Finally there's us. We're remembering things that have never happened to us, and some of us are mutating in fairly dramatic ways or learning how to do impossible things. It's super cool, for sure, but it's also really creepy for some people who are getting so mutated they can't go out in public without freaking random people on the street out.

My theory, then, is that there's something in that mine that is driving everyone crazy, and that Thunder Corp. wants to exploit it. The same thing that's happening to all those animals is happening to us. Maybe there's like an alien meteorite or something down there. It's starting to take a toll on us.

As much as I hate to say it, I think we need to go back down there and find out what's causing everything. Then we need to stop it, because as cool as it is that some of us can summon spirit monsters or teleport, other people are falling apart like rotten fruit, and that won't do at all. Just for example, I haven't seen or heard from Bakura for ages. I'm starting to get worried.

[Deep breath]

So I'm going to go back down there. Who's going to buck up and go with me?

wordsgate

[It's a little embarrassing to be gone for this long (which is why he's been lurking around the network for the last few days) buuut he had to show his face sometime, right?]

Hello everyone. Sorry for my absence. I've been, ah, recovering since the...incident in the mines. But I'm fine, don't worry. [And then his voice gets a bit warmer in tone.] Tamara's been taking good care of me.

I've tried to keep up with the Network the last few days. Seems like things have been busy. And that we have a lot of new "members" in the club. I hope everyone's been trying to stay safe. [He takes a deep breath.] I'm still a little banged up but if I can do anything to help, let me know. We're all in this together, after all.

chalicejoker

Who: Hajime Aikawa and whoever needs a giant bug in their life.
What: Hajime goes a little stir-crazy and now there's a roaming giant bug on the loose.
When: Late Wednesday evening/early Thursday morning, between 2 and 4 AM.
Where: Anywhere between Lyall's house in the suburbs and Japantown. He'll be heading for his family's restaurant, deciding against going, and turning back.

( RAAAAAAAAIIIIID )

somesayinfire

Damn it. Ever since I ran into that scorpion (I have a picture of it, if anyone's interested), I've been feeling... weird. That's the best way to put it. It's stupid and I can't shake it, because I know I wasn't always like this. But it's like... I woke up earlier in the week and I wasn't even sure if I could go into work today. If I could do my job. The one I've been doing for three years.

I have a feeling it's one of those... are we calling them echoes? Or lurches? One of those things. And so far it's been so strong that I've basically been fighting it back down just to get myself to do regular things. Hell, it took me two days to work up the nerve to make this post.

Sorry, I know I shouldn't be using this network as a blog. Like I said, I have a hand-drawn picture of the scorpion that attacked us (courtesy of Alan). To the person I said I'd give it to, I just did, so be sure to check that.

Oh, if anybody had one of these echo things that left them hungry for bodily fluids afterwards, which is easily the weirdest sentence I've ever typed, let me know and I'll see if I can do something about it. Same goes if you're looking for some kind of cosmetic touch-up. I'm a pretty skilled makeup artist when this lousy space depression thing isn't holding me back.

[the picture she keeps mentioning isn't attached to the post, but she has it on hand if anyone's curious.]

formermagicalgirl

Who: Tamara (

formermagicalgirl) and Sam (

wordsgate)
What: A nice chat... about stuff. Yeah, we'll leave it at that for now. At minimum Tamara will be confessing to having used her nasty little virus on Sam in the past.
Where: Sam's house
When: June 9th

( Insert some witty cut text here )

wordsgate

Who: Sam and Tamara
What: Tamara wants to confess to Sam something about her past, but is interrupted by the appearance of a Vermedi.
Where: A secluded area of the LCU campus.
When: Backdated to May 23rd.

( A wild Vermedi appears! )

fatherssins

Does anyone know of a way to suppress memories (like self-hypnosis)?

Thanks,

A.

Current Mood: cold
Current Location: Adrian's apartment

seriallylucky

Oops.

Anyone know a good place to eat? Nothing too fancy, but I've got a date tonight, and the place I was thinking of taking her is closed. The sign doesn't say why. Looks like the tables all got moved to one side of the room.

I don't have a huge budget, and she doesn't like seafood, but apart from that we should be fine with whatever. Any ideas?

espigeonage

Who: Julien and OPEN
What: Jules returns to Locke and meanders around trying to get his head together.
Where: Pretty much anywhere reasonably quiet and not dangerous.
When: Backdated to May 30, latter half of the day.

( Being good isn't tough/but it's also not enough/what's the point enduring birth/if I can't find out what I'm worth? )

wordsgate

[Sam doesn't look very good. Actually, he looks downright exhausted. He's sitting in his room with a desk lamp giving just enough light to make the video clear and is propping up his chin with his hand. He clearly hasn't slept all night, between his bloodshot eyes and the dark circles underneath them. It could be that he's been visited by that "ghost" that seems to be following people around...

But if it is, he's not going to say anything. That's not how he rolls. Of course, after staying up for this long he's frankly bored, so he's turning to the Network for entertainment.

He speaks in a slightly hushed tone, probably trying to avoid waking up his mother.]

Hey, so. I've mentioned this to a few people, but I haven't really shown it off yet. Thought it might interest you guys. It's good for a laugh anyway.

[He holds up to the camera a wooden cup-and-ball sort of toy. The ball is painted purple, and it looks a little worn.]

This is a kendama. It's a toy that's popular in Japan. My grandfather got this for me as a kid--said it would be good for me to learn concentration. [He snorts and shakes his head.] I guess I was too energetic for his tastes.

I've never been very good at it. I mean, I can catch the ball in one of the cups...sometimes. Maybe one out of ten tries. But the pin here? [He lifts the ball up to show a wooden pin at the top.] I've never been able to catch the ball here in my LIFE.

But...

[He stands up and moves far enough back from the camera so that his movements can be seen. To warm up, he first drops the ball and then catches it in one of the bigger cups. He does this a few times and succeeds every time, before switching to alternating the ball between the two cups on the side. After a few rounds of that, he tosses the ball up in the air--and catches it on the pin. He bends down to look at the camera and points at the ball with a look of disbelief.]

Isn't that strange? But this gets better...

[He straightens back up again, then starts to juggle the ball between the big cup on the side and the smaller cup on the bottom, humming a song softly to himself as he does. He keeps it up for about two minutes, never losing the beat or missing the ball. At that point he seems to get bored, so he tosses the toy up in the air, catches it by the handle, and once again catches the ball on the pin. He walks back over to his computer chair, points at the ball on the pin with a look of amusement, and then sets the toy aside.]

I think I'm in the running for "most impressive unimpressive Extra ever." Maybe I should start training to be certified. I bet my grandfather would be pleased.

spideyfanone

So I know I'm new, but these statues are pretty much a bad thing, right? I went to the thing with my parents and it was super freaky. They usually have taste and an instinctive knee-jerk hatred for corporate anything. And also, y'know, evil. But getting rid of stuff that's in the middle of a gallery is pretty hard.

So does anyone know how they, y'know, work? Because if it's electronic... there are ways to mess with that. They're kinda jaily ways, but ways. And even if it didn't make the statues stop working, screwing up the electronic stuff at the building they're in would probably keep people away from them, right?

icy_heavens

[It’s about midnight when this comes up on the network, a time when a kid his age should be asleep. But is he sleeping right now? Hell no. Not after the night he’s had . . . still having, really.]

How long has it taken for the rest of you to stop feeling like you’re being watched? And this might sound stupid, but . . . Does anyone think it might be ghosts following us around?

[He’ll just conveniently ignore the fact that the sensation of being watched hasn’t been the only thing happening to him tonight. Why give more details than he has to? They’ll just worry more.]

Current Mood: tired

formermagicalgirl

So let's say you picked up something from those statues or whatever and you're having some trouble controlling it. Also, it's not exactly something easy to hide and very limited how often you can use it, but obviously not something a normal person can do. Please don't ask me what it is because I prefer not to discuss that.

What I am looking for is how any others who have gained strange abilities have learned how to control them, especially how to turn them on and off at will. I need ideas to try.

( Private to Sam )

reapsthewind

Okay, with that out of the way, thoughts on those jackasses on the forums? And heyyy how are you all holding up, everyone doing okay, nobody's turned into a giant monster yet?

[Private to Mordin Solus and also Aaron Strider]

Hey, you two, I was wondering if I could make an actual appointment at the clinic? I have cybernetic eyes I've had for a month and I want to know how the hell they're actually allowing me to see. Also, I've had this really annoying buzzing noise in my chest that gets worse when I have one of those flashbacks, or when I get body dysphoria. Worried that I've grown more robot bits, but I can't be sure. Either one of you free? [/private]

professorwolf

[Lyall's been meaning to get on the network again for a while, and now that he's finally got a few things to say, it takes him a minute to actually get started. He does finally, though, after a couple false tries.]

Lyall here. I've been in the gallery, and I think a lot of the rest of us have, too. I've even been by that forum, though I didn't post anything. I find it a little disconcerting that whoever was replying kept referring to people as "humans", as if he or she was not one. Given what we've seen thus far, I do not think that is impossible.

Also, I know at least one other person has heard howling sometime at night. I heard it, too, Wednesday night. It wasn't those mutant dogs, the smell was entirely different, and no one else around me seemed to have heard it or even noticed something was wrong.

[He isn't sure whether or not to mention the dream, but he does say:]

I keep thinking it's something connected to all this. That howl, and the feeling of being watched a few others have mentioned, and that wolf statue, with all these visions and changes we're all going through.

Has anyone else heard it or felt anything strange?

[Private text to students, pre-students, and former students:]

I know a certain one of my students has been joking about a club. I was thinking of making it official, if you really wanted to have an after-school club of some sort for those of us on this network. All age ranges, so long as you're still in school of some sort?

theearth

[The webforum is in all ways ordinary, aside from its users. Using a free, public system in its default state with no embellishments, it is titled only 'Let's Negotiate' and contains only one post with those two words repeated.

Anonymous posting is disabled, but there's the sign up button.

What's the worst that could happen?]

(( Remember; viewing the website will not cause an Echo, but replying will.

Also remember that this is not on the network and operates exactly like an actual, generic webforum and does require sign-up. Therefore, please note what details were entered (mandatory is an e-mail address, a username and a date of birth) and if they are accurate. Player accounts cannot make new posts, but they can reply to Topic: Let's Negotiate with whatever they like.))

solfage

[The visual is foggy, at first - it's hard to make out anything, just blurs of color. Dark, light - moving, and eventually something cuts through - just a single line being drawn, looping in nonsensical patterns, its trail remaining as a small area of sharper focus.

And there's a voice, that of someone singing to herself, quietly, under her breath, in words that don't sound like they come from any earthly language.]

Rrha ki ra echcrra jouee, rrha ki ra chs hymmnos mea...

[The line continues, sometimes doubling back on itself, bringing more and more of the image into focus; eventually, if one looks closely, they might be able to tell that someone is idly drawing on her fogged bathroom mirror, not really thinking about it.

(Someone is also, as logically follows, still wearing just a towel.)]

Fayra en kapa, weak en sheak-

[And then she stops for a moment, staring into the mirror - or maybe staring through it. Her eyes narrow for a moment.

And then widen.]

Oh my god, what the-

[If you're very quick, you might notice her face turning bright red as she ducks below line of sight.]

(ooc: the Japanese in the song as linked is not, ICly, actually Japanese. It's just more Hymmnos and thus as incomprehensible as the rest of the song. :|b )

seriallylucky

[Fred's got his phone propped up on something so that it points at his drum set, where he's sitting.]

I could use a break.

Anyone wanna join in?

[He then begins drumming, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up. He, or members of his audience, might or might not realize he's playing the rhythm line of the Imperial March.]

theearth

( a guilty conscience needs to confess; a work of art is a confession. )

dorkytracksuit

[Davin is actually doing a video post, instead of a text post for once, surprise surprise. The normal yellow tinge of his skin is, for the moment, held at bay thanks to the careful use of some concealer. Yes, he is wearing makeup, not that it's very obvious, he's well practiced at this point. He looks extremely uncomfortable to be doing this, but hey, Euphemia isn't the only one that gets to look cool.]

[He stares at something on the desk before him, a pencil, yellow and chewed at one end, the eraser is worn down to nothing. He reaches out to it with his hands, but doesn't touch it, he just concentrates. For a moment, nothing happens, and then in a flash of red and blue sparks the pencil suddenly moves, slowly and shakily sure, but it moves, as though all on its own. After a pause, it drops. He finally looks up to his audience, giving a weak smile to you all. It seems he's using skype to share the video with you all, before the image is gone. Computer text quickly appears in it's place.]

I don't know how much longer I can keep this hidden.

It feels like it's time for something drastic.

protectress

[via computer; she has yet to realize the more otherworldly properties of this network.]

Well, this isn't anything like anything I've worked with before. What is this, some kind of private program? Doesn't really explain those numbers any, but at least it's something I get.

Well. Sort of.

Though I could really have done without whatever was doing that thing with the numbers in my head at 6am. I had JUST fallen asleep. Anyway, can anyone explain to me what exactly is going on? Is it one of those... I don't know, subliminal things? I'm pretty sure those aren't exactly possible, but then again, I'm no psychologist. Just your average minimum wage worker with a Bachelor's. This economy, am I right?

Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if someone would just tell me what's up with this thing. Otherwise, it's just gonna annoy me all night.

Uh, and if it could be a quick thing, I'd appreciate it. I have a shift at the bar in about an hour.

earnedmystripes

[Hello, reincarnates. You all have a treat in store for you this morning: the special gift of...schadenfreude. Courtesy of one certain police derp who just so happens to be dressed in an incredibly embarrassing outfit.

Kotetsu himself looks rather displeased, giving the network the sort of expression reserved for having found a bug in your favorite dessert, or something to that effect. The sound of the shower running can be heard in the background, and there's a bar of soap in his hand, which is probably what he used to write the number on the mirror.]

...Really does work on everything....

[It's grumbled, and he sort of stares at his reflection in the mirror a bit, still obviously discontented but expression growing more distinctly uncomfortable as the seconds go past and he still hasn't been able to find the words to explain his predicament.]

...Uh.

If, er, someone's...not busy...

This is so stupid, the hell am I--rrrgh. I uh, could use some help.

...

Er. I mean, last night I had one of those--things. Heartbeat weird--y'know, the stuff that keeps happening to everybody!

[He clears his throat, speeding up his speech because the sooner he can get this stupid awkward request out of the way, the better.]

--Anyway. I got another one of those things, and now I can't get this off.

[He tugs at the belt by way of explanation, but there's an unfortunate coincidence in that now that he's speaking faster, the sound of the shower happens to drown out some of what he says. To someone not paying careful attention, it sounds rather like he just said "I can't get off". Oops?]

[ooc note: the suit isn't magically affixed to him or anything, the belt is just stuck. :'D]

wordsgate

Who: Sam and Tamara
What: Tamara has some questions she needs to ask Sam. Then an echo happens and confusion will probably ensue!
When: Saturday, noon-ish
Where: The Dish and the Spoon, a trendy cafe near LCU.

( My whole life could flash before your eyes )

chalicejoker

So has anyone actually gotten anything useful out of all of this? Or has it all been just one big, confusing mess that's more trouble than it's worth? It's not like this is making life better for anyone...

[Yeah, someone doesn't sound happy. And he'll say something else in some incomprehensible language. It's rather discordant, and it's full of sharp, short syllables. Definitely not a friendly language. If anyone were to understand the language of the immortals called Undead on Hajime's original world, they'd know he's just admitted to the network that his blood is green...but it's just going to sound like a garbled mess.]

Figured I'd throw mine out there since everyone else is. Not like it's going to do any good to anyone.

destinedforrock

[A rippling image shows on the network. Someone has connected on the surface of water. The connector's voice comes across clearly - it's a lilting voice like a young woman's - but if you try and try to make out what the image is, you'll find it most recognizable as the face of a white horse, leaning into the water, head slightly turned to get a good look with those wide-set eyes - mouth moving with the words.]

Hello?

I think I'm still not quite clear on a few things... What was all of that about "were-wolves" in the so-called Dead District of town? ...What a name.

I do hope that problem has been contained! It has, hasn't it? I'm a bit - confined - where I live, you see, and if there is any reason that I should have to keep watch for any... wild beasts, stalking around my master's home, well, I'd certainly like to know -- especially what with there being two foals living here!

[There's a scratching sound, the horse pawing at the ground before it turns its head to look into the water out of the corner of its other eye.]

...This is how this works, isn't it? Tell me, tell me that someone can hear me. Any part of it!

Anyone!

reapsthewind

Okay, first, the serious stuff: that snake statue in the Dead District. It has to go. It's bad news. I have some plans and ideas, though if any of you are hackers (of the lifehacking variety, not the computer kind, nerrrds) or engineers, I could use your input. Current plan? Ropes and winches and lots of manpower to pull it down, then sledgehammers to take care of what's left after it shatters.

Suggestion: Wear loose fitting nondescript clothing bought from thrift stores and masks. No identifying stuff. This is vandalism, kids! And we do NOT wanna get arrested. In, out, gone. People who know the District well, if any of you have good maps for escape routes and ways to evade the police, let me know.

Second: More serious stuff. Flight last Friday (sorry about the delay in reporting findings, school this week was hell) revealed some weird security at some farms outside the city. More than a farm should had. Suggest investigating from the ground, but be careful.

Third: AND NOW, GOOFY STUFF. Because christ this stuff has been heavy and I think some of us could use a silly break. So I run Dungeons and Dragons games sometimes, and if you fucking laugh I'll cut you. Anyway, I'm thinking of running a n00b game in a study room at the school library, because man I'm technically a professor and I'm allowed to check out rooms ALL DAY if I want.

The dungeon will be the Keep on the Borderlands. I've got room for up to 7 players, though my friend Bakura gets first dibs on a slot. I'll be using the Advanced Labyrinth Lord ruleset, so use that to roll up a character, it's a free PDF. Your stats are Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma; roll 3d6 -- that's 3 six sided dice -- for each stat to figure out what it is, then figure out your race and class. Races allowed are humans, dwarves, elves, halflings (Hobbits), gnomes, half-elves, and half-orcs. Classes are fighters, thieves, wizards, clerics (healer guys), paladins (holy warriors), monks (martial arts dudes), druids (hippies), assassins, and rangers. If you need help making a character, just ask.

I'll list the players here as you guys reply. Also gimmie your email so I can tell you guys where we're meeting. I figure we can play on Saturday or Sunday?

PLAYERS:

* Bakura

((OOC: You guys do NOT have to actually make characters if you're interested in the DnD thing; just pick a race, a class, and what that character is generally like. I'm going to actually USE the real dungeon, sort of, but I'm going to play fast and loose and probably not bother with actual rolls and stuff because that's tedious. Players who asked for dibs in the OOC post earlier were Robb Stark, Bakura, Aragorn, Yuuya, Sasame, Anthony, and the Psionic, so they have dibs. ))

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