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[ Alexander Mercure is staring at his phone as if it were an unwanted kitten in his living room, coughing up hairballs made of pure gold. ]

Ah… Haha….

[ An instant later, his lips are parted in a dazzling smile, revealing his whitened teeth, which show even brighter against his made-up face. He’s clad in a top hat, white tie and tails, every inch covered in sequins. From the silver dust on his cheekbones to the gold fringe on his sleeves, he glitters. ]

Goodness, what a surpriiiiise! Why, here I’ve been reading about all of you amazing people, only to find myself one of your number. The “numbers club,” how adorable. That means something a little different here in Las Vegas, haha! Anyway, anyway! I suppose I ought to introduce myself. I’m Alexander Mercure. But my friends call me…

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Alexander… the Great!

[ A beat, wherein he looks very very serious — and then collapses all over in giggles. ]

Ahahhaha, forgive me. That’s the name of my show. It’s at the Flamingo. Nightly at nine and twice on Sundays. I’ve heard that some of you are coming to visit our fair city, so I’d like to extend an invitation to each and every one of you. Be sure to stop backstage afterwards, I’d loooove to meet all of you wonderful heroes!

[ Everything about this screams setup, from the "superpowered" girl in his show (ordinary parlour tricks), to the numbers in his head (third-rate mentalism), to this bizarre network. It's elaborate, but it's obviously just a marketing ploy, if one wants to be generous; or a confidence scheme, if one doesn't.

Well! If anybody thinks they're going to fool Alexander the Great, they've got another thing coming. Already he's turning the tables on these people — whoever they are — and using their fancy network to pimp his show.

He starts to wave goodbye — but hesitates, putting his (sequined) white-gloved fingers to his lips. ]

Aaaaaah, but I’ve noted that some of you are rather young. No kiddies at the evening shows, sorry about that. Twenty-one and older, if you please. [ wink wink ] Little angels can come to the Sunday matinee.

[ Wiggling his sparkling fingers: ]

Bye byeeeeeeeee!

alilyinthemoonslight

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

Vermini.

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

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

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

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

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

====

( Meanwhile, action. )

skycutter

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! ]]

alilyinthemoonslight

As anyone's noticed from Winter's update, we arrived in one piece. With our pulses/echoes intact, but there's some caveats to that. So... a quick rundown, for anyone interested:

Upon leaving Locke City's barrier, our pulses were not entirely LOST - rather, they were weakened severely. Memories of the Network and regained memories of other lives became fuzzier. I didn't try to transform, but I imagine it wouldn't have worked, although my transformation device remained. But there was still some remnant, or trace of things - but it was like trying to pull back thoughts veiled through static. Just not... QUITE there, but I knew they SHOULD have been. It's a weird sensation, but... it's important. One can hypothesize that the more of these light there are, the wider WE can reach. At the very least, it's enough to keep you on track if you travel outside.

Everything returns in full at a certain point when hitting the Las Vegas barrier. There's a difference, however: This barrier is much smaller. A cursory walkabout leads me to believe it doesn't go terribly far away from the Vegas strip.

The hotel offer is entirely legitimate. If you have super powers.

Unfortunately, that walkabout also turned up one disturbing thing - I spotted a creature that most definitely should not have been there. A hairy little creature. No one else seemed to notice it, and it took off before I could get close enough. It was before my time on the Network, but based on what I know... I think it was a Vermini.

As an side: You can smell CLOUDS cigarette smoke from casinos without even being relatively close to them. I practically feel the need to walk around this place with an air freshener as a necklace.

[OOC - Small note to roommates: By the time of posting this, Lily would have informed any of them of all this. Anyone in that vicinity is free to harass her via action for the evening time, as well.]

part_time_overlord

So here's something I just found out that I think you all have the right to know but that I would greatly appreciate not getting leaked to the press or anything like that.

How to put this delicately...

I am literally Satan, the King of all Demons. Presumably the lord of Hell and adversary of Heaven too.

For what it's worth don't feel any desire to damn anyone's souls?

sugarslice

Who: Angeline & Louis
When: Sunday, March 30th, evening-ish.
Where: Louis' mansion
What: Angeline goes to show off her stuff and possibly induce an Echo or two in Louis. Louis does get his Echo, but not from her.
Warnings: tba!

( woop woop woop woop )

partyqueen

ok so those of u who recognize my number, address me as

idk

"vuitton" instead of the other name I gave u unless we're like in person or something, I'm trying 2 do some fucking damage control from my stupid ass.

tbh I was trying 2 stay away from this place but everyone at school is talking about it 2 the point where I've been skipping a lot, and my mom's freaking out esp since so many ppl died and keeps trying 2 convince her husband to move w/ her to CA .....

also hey what do u guys think about the Vegas stuff? are any of u going??

[ooc: related plotting! sorry for my tardiness. if there's anything you'd like to hash out and discuss, you can PP me at

poisonparfait!]

sugarslice

[ network, video (shitty webcam), Thursday morning (3/20) ]
[ Angeline is sitting on her bed, a bit hunched over to get her face in view. Behind her and off to the side is a cork board with various print outs and magazine cut outs pinned onto it hanging on a pale lilac wall. With her low quality webcam, it's impossible to discern what the decorations are.

Angeline herself looks mildly vexed. ]

Can I crash at someone's place for a few? My parents have been flipping their respective shits at me since that huge snake monster trashed the city. In fact, that's how they wanted to start the day today! Bitch, bitch, bitch. It's ridiculous.

( Action prompts! )

struckout

[ It's not often Kallie makes an initial, non-private post to the network, but - true to the same form as her previous attempts, she jumps right into things, her tone quiet but tense. ]

Yeah, I don't think for a second that this is over. In less than a couple weeks, it'll have been a year since the numbers first started working for us. This network.

... We still don't know where it came from, but. It's still here. People are still feeling pulses.

[ She takes another quick breath, but then... that's all. Suddenly, she's a lot angrier than she was a few moments earlier- half because just look at the state of the damn city now, and half because... none of this still makes any sense to her. Of course, she herself recognizes it's possible she's out of the loop even more than newer folk, given her almost stubborn at times detachment... though that's definitely not something that makes her feel any better.

To be honest, she's not entirely certain where she was even going with this. She just felt it needed to be vented anyway.

After all, today's the one year anniversary of her very first Echo. Somehow, she doesn't feel like celebrating. ]

scramasax

[Video comes in not even anchored-down - the paper's being held with a shifting and badly-lit view when it starts transmitting. Identifiable voice is coming in from offscreen, a bit wound-up just above an exactly-low point. Pressurized filler breath, and - ]

Excuse me - hello - sorry, if I may...?

May I please, uhmm. Ask someone -- what this says...?

Or what's on it...! I - suppose. [Drop-down and quick and forceful throat-clear...

The paper flips around to face downward at a brown parchment something-or-other on a tabletop. A rather green-gray hand runs onto and along one of its edges, and the frame aligns more properly.]

( Image cut. )

[The thing on the tabletop is a scroll, like that above, except that the sigil in the top right actually looks as if it belongs there.

There's a note neatly attached in one of the empty corners, with readable letters, enough to be picked and pronounced, if not necessarily understood, as the text's in medieval Latin. To anyone who can understand it, it reads "That which is broken, shall be fixed. That which is dull, shall be sharp. Thus is the nature of the Enchant Item magick."]

duette

Who: Harper Sutherland & RELATED PARTIES
When: Saturday, March 15th
Where: The very posh Sutherland residence.
What: SLEEPOVER. GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL.
Why: Post Snakeocalypse dose of fun and normalcy. Kinda.

( we just met, yeah, we just met )

(ooc. invites were sent to A☆P, but if you have reasonable age-bracket cr (or cr-of-cr) with her for a sleepover, you're more than welcome to hop in!)

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. ]

guitar_case_vagabond

[Well, here she is, popping up on the network with a bored look on her face. She’s drinking from an oversized cup through a straw. It’s hard to tell where she is but it’s dark and there’s a big light source coming from ahead of her and some loud voices talking and--

Wait, is she? She is! She’s totally using her phone in a movie theater! How rude! At least she's considerate enough to stick to texting though, so she isn't blabbing away.]

This movie is bullshit so guess I'll see what the hell's going on here. yeah yeah i already did all the reading and crap aliens blah blah i got it

[Somebody nearby clears their throat, obviously trying to get the attention of the rude girl texting away during the movie. He just gets a dirty look in return.]

probably would have thought it was just some roleplaying crap but i got this thing

[And she holds up a small letter-opener sized half of a pair of scissors.]

so i guess its legit. so what do we do? go blow up the cops or something?

[Cause that's what these guys are, right? The guys behind all that crazy shit going on in town? To her side, the other theater patron makes another valiant plea for quiet and she turns her attention on him.]

Shut up, this movie sucks anyway.

keywarding

[It's Holly again, she's sitting in her room, the camera showing her sitting on her bed with a window behind her that's shut but the curtains are pulled open. She smiles quickly in greeting.] I have a question for any magic users on here.

How do you use it? Do you use spells? Wave a wand? I'm pretty sure I was a witch or a sorceress or something, and I have some things that could be used for it but- I'm stuck on the how.

Any help would be great!

stavros

I must ask you something, network.

Do you remember anybody with... very strange names? Or who looked incredibly odd? Or aliens who dressed like frilly strippers?

Surely someone's Echoes must reveal such people.

charcoalfeather

[Of all the places Locke city had to offer, a church wasn't a place Rakka really expected to find herself in following the disaster that befell all the reincarnates the last few weeks. While she wasn't overtly religious either, she still had her beliefs and such. Maybe coming here was a good idea?

There certainly couldn't be a downside. St. John's Episcopal Church was large and spacious, even if it might have been dwarfed by some of the other buildings around it. It made a perfect place for Rakka to think about everything that had happened around the city, and to her.

She stopped at the entrance, looking in through the doors at the interior. Then, the girl quietly made her way over to the rows of pews and took a seat in one off to the side.

Her eyes fell on the stained glass windows. Maybe now was the time to pray? If not for her, then maybe for the guy that died in the meeting, the creator of the stone snakes. He had tried to help them, right?

Sitting in silence, Rakka found herself growing increasingly frustrated for reasons she couldn't fully explain. Not that she would want to explain some of the reasons anyways. Everything was getting to her, and now...

She pulled out her phone and started typing. She needed to talk to people.]

Okay, so I think the reincarnation thing people talked about earlier might hold some weight after all.

[Another text was sent out a few minutes later.]

Also, does anyone have any memories involving angels?

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 )

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. ]

needsmorezippers

[It's been about a week since Neku's almost fatal run-in with Skyler, and he's still hella suspicious. He's been looking into what information is available on the Blood Keys, and while the idea that Skyler's just a robot in his past life is plausible.... yeaaaah he's not sure he's buying that. But that might be some wishful thinking on his part. Plus, he pretty much has no proof unless he wants to tell someone what happened. Which he doesn't.

Instead, now he's focusing on the only other bit of information he's gotten off the teen, in hopes it'll explain some things. It should, considering how obsessive the guy was over it. Neku, however, is smart enough to realize that he doesn't want to get into that situation again. Luckily, he's an artist, and artists can sometimes approximate other people's handwriting. So, in order to throw the trail as far from him as possible, he posts to the network anonymously, not with his usually typed text but with a flowing, rather girly handwriting.]

Does anyone know a girl named Ari?

two_stones

[Japanese]

Verily, the powers that be have granted me a mighty boon once more!

[English]

I am hardcore getting the stupid end of the powers stick. At the least this means I can BS my way through a few Japanese classes for easy credit next semester, but I don't think it's going to help me vanquish the forces of evil.

Seriously, who wants to just do powers at me until I recognize one of them? I know I've got more interesting things I could be echoing here.

[For those who speak it: In Japanese, Sara talks like an old lady from a samurai drama.]

dominateartimus

If anyone is keeping track of those who have temporarily lost their memories of this place, you can add me to the list. It wasn't as horrible as I thought it was going to be, to remember everything that happened.

[There's a moment of silence before it is broken by a grunt. Then a quick and quiet mutter to his cat to stop what he was doing, who meows in return. A sigh escapes Xander before he continues speaking.]

...Dr. Fell, I wish to speak you. I apologize for not getting in contact with you sooner, but there were some unforeseen circumstances that delayed this.

That is all.

duette

[ Good eve, Earthlings. There's a new voice on the network, and it's just on this side of pissed. Despite the irritated edge, the (young) speaker is trying to keep it prim and pretty. ]

You know. If it's some initiation right to throw disembodied arms at new people, you can keep this whole "network" to yourselves!

[ Someone is connecting for the first time, and already wants precisely zero to do with it. ]

Whether or not it had anything to do with it — but look here, I honestly can't imagine that it doesn't — I don't have time to be playing around with shady eco-terrorists, or whoever you guys are. Especially if you have the time to mess around with innocent peoples' heads, with these numbers!

[ Saying nothing of how terrified she was of a real live possible zombie apocalypse.

If not a rather timid and disorganized one, lalala♪ ]

I want out.

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.]

sugarslice

Who: Angeline, open!
When: Saturday, December 28th, ~5PM (sunset, or thereabouts)
Where: Locke City
What: Anthony's video post gave Angeline an Echo in which she, too, became a zombie, albeit temporarily.
Warnings: Zombieness, possible cannibalism (probs just nibbles.)

[ after anthony had pointed out her newest echo, angeline ran out of the coffee shop she'd been chilling in like hell was on her heels. she kept her head low and hooded, and her hands gloved, such that it wouldn't be terribly obvious that she was, in fact, a zombie at first glance.

she may:
- literally run into someone
- be waiting at a bus stop
- ??? i have no idea, i'm playing this by ear ]

( OOC: SOME USEFUL INFO )

scramasax

[A visual transmission of Anthony comes on - head ducked, shoulders tense, undead as ever. Bit of a smile, but a twitchy one, all the same looking in distinctly-enough better spirits than in his last transmission. Definitely got more attention in things, at least, more relaxed - evidently a certain amount of pep-talking among other things was good for that, as is the fact that the coat he's wearing is visibly enough rather nicer than any he's been wearing in the past, certainly makes for a less scraggly look.

Twitchy smile twitches a notch more visible and more politely awkward as his eyes center on the paper - occasional flick off as he talks, a little hoarsely - ]

-- Thank you - Blaine; it was uhh - ... -- unexpected.

[The halting and definite conclusive punctuation of the second phrase aside, it's rather hastily-said with a little of a breathy breaking-off on the name, as for heaven's sake it's got to be less than ideal saying it over the network, and specifying a name no less (in addition he's taking perhaps not a leap but some jump of faith on exactly who Blaine is, if he's right he was never formally given her name), but this is technically belated and the reason that it is is the reason that she'd be the only one he's not actually thanked for Christmas by now.

Picks up from something like a thick cough.] -- Also -- uhmm - ...

[And breaks off again. Chokes it in another cough He did not actually start that with any kind of thought - simply trying to add another thought to this for the same reason that he spoke quickly.

He's given up the ghost on the smile. His face is more strandedly neutral.

Picks up a little too absently high, though it flattens out quickly.]

... -- is ermm... [He's still got nothing.

- And never mind, no, there, he does - works and works for some way to start it as something worth asking - forces it out also too quickly to give it much voice, comes out cowed.]

-- anyone writing... anything - about -- this... - yet -- ? [A badly-worded question, and not one quite with the clear inflection of a question - if anything it wavered lower and dragged out. In case the justification's needed:]

-- Someone uhmm... - Suggested. -- That I write. [Picked up throatier. Still abashedly tapered off and thinned.]

sugarslice

[ working at a grocery store means working christmas day. working at a bed and breakfast means working christmas night. working, in this case, means being sociable with a pleasant-enough elderly couple who lost their condo in the earthquake and are rolling in enough dough to stay at a b&b for now.

after everything is cleaned up and put away, angeline squirrels away to her room, only to experience the hollowing sensation of an echo before she gets inside. perplexed and just the slightest bit concerned, she continues to her bedroom, only to find a set of clothes lying haphazardly on her bed. given that her room is locked in her absence, their appearance strikes her as doubly odd.

was it... blood keys? the only other time she had experienced that hollowing sensation had been in their presence. she nervously creeps to the window, as if she could detect an intruder if there were one, but comes up with nothing. she searches the room, but finds nothing missing.

finally, she glances at her notebook.

grabbing it and a pen, she leans against the headrest of her bed and writes her network number down.

in slanted script: ]

Someone left some clothes on my bed. They must have done it within the last hour because the clothes weren't there the last time. Is this the work of Blood Keys?

Are any of you Blood Keys?

Sorry, I'm new.

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Entries tagged with psg: stocking anarchy

First trick: Video

text + action

video; computer

Text; Evening 4/8

Text

[closed] cue sticks and toothpicks

2ND ♛ text

[network/action]

[ phone audio ]

Twenty-Fourth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]

[semi-open] LA, ask me for the truth about it

PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

[Video+Text]

[Video] calling all magic users

(no subject)

Fourth feather [Text/Action]

(no subject)

town meeting, alien breaking hoa rules

[anon text; handwritten (but not identifible as Neku's)]

[Voice]

❧ 007 ❧ Digital voice recorder

1st score ♯ voice.

[video] look ma it's not a textpost!

[closed now!] zombie season has been extended

Eighteenth Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]

[text, handwritten]