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Hi, it's Rakka.

[Indeed it is, sitting on a couch, wearing a very comfy looking sweater. Steam rose softly from the cup she held in both hands The scattered bits of torn up wrapping paper around her were a clear sign that presents had been opened. She was in much better shape then a few weeks ago.]

I hope everyone's doing okay today. It's been really busy here in Locke, there's been a lot of change going on. Some of it's been dangerous.

[It's almost more trouble then before, but they were a lot safer now. This, in Rakka's opinion, was a good thing.]

Anyway, [Getting past any depressing things, Rakka put on a smile.] happy holidays. I still have some presents I need to give out, so I should go. [Her expression flickered suddenly.] And, uh, if anyone's seen Raye. Tell her that one of them's for her.

[...] Yeah, bye.

[And she logs off.]

onecream_fivesugar

Who: Harry and Robyn (Open to others staying at the Lyre household or who want to pop in as well)
What: Christmas stuff
When: Morning of the 25th
Where: Harry's Apartment
Why: Because dorks

( Duel of Fates )

purestambition

[Saretha sits, staring with as little emotion as possible at the screen. In addition to dealing with numerous revelations of late, she is... well, more than a little displeased at what's happened to Locke City since that entire ordeal.

But she also knows that admonishing and belittling anyone won't get her anywhere. So she refrains.]

Greetings.

I will keep this short. [But not sweet.]

In addition to keeping in contact with the media of late, I have some news for you all.

I have received a message from the Secretary of Defense, requesting audience on the 28th of this month. I will require two more of our number to accompany me.

[A pause.] And I will not mince words, I have an idea of the sort of person I would like to join in on this. This is important, and we must treat it with great care.

This is a delicate situation right now, and I should not have to tell you that the military oversight in Locke City now is... disturbing, to say the least.

[OOC - In direct reference to this over here on the OOC comm! More than likely, she'll be picking from the folks who have chimed in there.]

ghostly_heiress

I participated in the run the other day. It was pretty fun. I've always liked the run, but this was the first year I really had an opportunity to take part.

It was amazing, getting to see it in person.

Hopefully Dad thought so. We used to only watch it at home. I suppose he thought he should make a public appearance since he didn't have to stay with me.

I always liked this time of year. It was one of the few times he'd slow down and be around a while. It was nice, except for last year. It was pretty bad last year. Some problems came up, but then again, those problems are also why I got back my first echo. It's actually kind of funny.

Anniversary of my birth today. In a few weeks, anniversary of my first echo. Beginning of my two lives right next to each other.

grannyfucker

[Jovan's face is lit only by the light from his phone. The background is mostly pitch black, but it's clear that he's sitting in a pile of something shiny.]

Alright, not being funny here, I need a rescue mission right the fuck now before a dragon comes out of here somewhere and eats me! SOS, SOS, send down those rescuers who got the Chilean miners out! I'm inside that new mountain that popped up in Vegas!

[He swings the phone around to give the network a view of his surroundings. Not much is visible, but Jovan clicks on his flashlight and illuminates at least a small portion of the area--he is sitting on a giant pile of golden coins, trinkets, jewels, and the like. The full scale is not really visible from the flashlight's view, but one thing is clear: it's BIG.]

Send your best cave dwellers before I die down here!

espigeonage

Network! Happy holidays, or if you don't celebrate 'em, I hope your winter's going well. A few things.

First, how many of us are living in the Germany-Austria area? Or visiting very regularly? Are here for more than a day in a given week, like.

Second, the mayor of Fussen talked to me about rumors of ghosts in that one castle you can see not far from the teleporting site, Neuschwanstein. She wants some Numbered to look into it, and good news is she's willing to pay. I don't know if these are the same as the Locke ghosts or more dangerous, but we really should check it out.

Finally, if you don't mind: what is the most pointless, silly pulse you've ever had? I thought bonfire cult rites was mine, but then it turned into how my feathers smell when they're burning.

ghostly_heiress

Who: Danielle, Robyn, and anyone who may want to get in on the fun.
What: Winter fun
When: December 15th
Where: Some park somewhere near where Robyn lives.
( Read more... )

ghostly_heiress

[Backdated to the 9th]

[Her writing is a bit messier today, but still perfectly legible.]

Has anyone seen Danny today? At all?

I think he's going to leave Locke.

goldenflames

Hey, what's up?

[The is clearly Yelena's but it's obviously sounding a bit more subdued than usual. It's in audio only, and isn't all that long.]

Okay, with people back here in Locke being out for our blood and all, I figure that maybe some of you could stand to learn how to fight, since I'm pretty good at MMA. Y'know, assuming you haven't gotten back fighting skills already.

I got a place in Locke big enough. Plus, I'm not a known Numbered, so... Any takers?

prismaticdestruction

[It's been a while since this voice has been heard. Dani sounds nervous and worried..but is trying to hide it..badly.]

Um...I guess I found out what those eyes are for. I don't think I like them at all now.

It's really bad...Honest! And so are those bad people we ran into. We didn't do anything wrong and they...They..

[She trails off and is silent.]

A-anyways...be careful because people are not being nice anymore...

theearth

Who: Badri and YOU.
What: Impromptu halloween masquerade
When: Halloween night, 10pm onwards
Where: A wedding chapel in Vegas. Y-yeah.
Warnings: None - shoot me a PM if anything needs adding!

( It was a graveyard smash )

scarlet_devil

[Today, the vampire looks both upset and angry, both at the situation in Locke and at her parents. She's fresh out of an argument with them after being told the news. They are planning on moving away from Locke City... Emi has no choice but to go with them.]

...My family's moving out of Locke, including Dani. [She doesn't have to mention she'll have to go with them too, right?]

We made a home for ourselves here! I made a home for myself. And now, to have to leave...

I'll still be Numbered, at least. We're heading to Las Vegas.

gogoghostpowers

Who: Danny and YOU!
When: October 22nd to 25th, roughly?
Where: Locke City University Hospital
What: Danny's just survived a mafia attack. His family....not so much.
Warnings: uhhh, more angst than I typically go for?

( READIES THE LINKIN PARK )

professorwolf

Who: Randall/Randolph Lyall and Robyn Lyre
When: Backdated to October 15, evening
Where: The park in Locke
What: A wolf runs into a very large dog (and his keeper)

With his sleep schedule somewhat uncomfortably flip-flopped, and without an actual job to get him out of the house, Lyall is often a bit restless. Given the press are often watching his house, however, getting out in human form is troublesome. He does it, of course, but some nights, he just wants peace and privacy. It didn't take much work to rig a loose board in the backyard fence, that he could nose aside as a wolf, and it's become one of his favorite things in the past few weeks.

Tonight he's out-- with a collar on, just in case anyone gets any ideas-- and mostly keeping to the park, chasing thrown sticks, raccoons, and cats and basically acting like a large, shaggy, and yet rather well-behaved dog might. It's not terribly dignified, but he's to the point where he doesn't care: he's out, he's moving, and he's free for a couple hours, at least.

The smell of a friend catches him before he sees her, and he perks up with curiosity and concern, and pads in that direction. If Robyn is out and about after dark, he wants to check in with her. Never can be too careful.

dominateartimus

What do you do when you can't sleep and medication won't help?

knights_king

Hey, all.

[Arthur sat on a couch in his old family home, going through a number of papers, including a few travel guides. He was wearing a familiar suit, the loud sound of a clock permeating through the room. It was, after all, a fairly rustic house and with that came a lot of easily shifted silence. He went quiet just as soon as he talked, putting down the papers he was handling as if he seemed to entirely forgot what he wanted to say.]

I gotta talk about dividing estate with my brother. Anyone know how to do this?

[Private; Emilia]

[Interrupting that, Arthur loosens his tie a little and reached for a tall-neck he had on the coffee table by his phone, which was playing that message.]

Hey, uh. I'm applying for a big job--kinda big. I might be gone a day or two, alright?

gogoghostpowers

[Danny's number is hastily scrawled across some paper--even just from seeing it you can tell how thin and crappy it is. More importantly, though, it has the following printed on it.]

[To the side, the handwriting is messy and frantic.]

quick, somebody tell me the answer to this question I only have 2 minutes left for it and I have no idea what any of these mean!

drama8om8

Who: Any teenagerly types enticed by Octavia's post
What: Searching for clues/giant pink birds during the day, camping out and being idiot teenagers at night. Also truth or dare and consumption of german beer. Oh em gee.
When: October 10th
Where: Around Füssen
Warnings: Alcohol? Will update if necessary!

[ If there's any better way of dealing with hard times than escapist shenaniganry, Octavia certainly doesn't know about it. Let's be real - the real motivation for this trip is the partying. And the lack of responsibility. And the drinks and snacks.

Still - finding the mystery bird monster ahead of time would be rad. In pursuit of this, anyone who meets up with octavia at the start of the day will be given an Awesome Adventurer's Kit (tm) - a small package consisting of a shitty two dollar compass, a notepad, a pen and a poorly-made swiss army knife.

Those things could be useful, okay. God. ]

drama8om8

[ Octavia is, as usual, sitting on her huge-ass pile of treasure. She's also sporting fangs and a pair of glasses with one lens blacked out like an eyepatch, thanks to her losing an eye during CRAB BATTLE. Arr, mateys. ]

First person to make jokes about my depth perception, call me cyclops or otherwise mock my heroic war wound gets mind controlled into licking the floor of the nearest public bathroom, just eff why eye. I am talking business! So I am cutting that shit off before it starts.

[ SO THERE. ]

So. The unpronounceable German place is oooooooobviously going to come with its own hugeass pink bad guy. A duck or whatever, I guess. And we are going to spend forever twiddling our collective thumbs until it pops out one day and surprises us like some kind of asshole! Right?

WRONG.

[ And she slides dramatically down the treasure pile. But leaves her laptop behind and has to fly back up and grab it. NOBODY SAW THAT OKAY ]

I recently got back memories of being really super great at finding enormous bad guys with very little to go on. The best at it! So tomorrow I am heading for Germany to go find the giant goose monster and kick the shit out of it. And then I will spend the evening being fucking awesome. Anybody whose age ends in -teen should totally join me! Because. Like I said. Awesome. It'll be like a camping party, only way less lame.

[ There's a tiny thoughtful pause before she adds: ]

Say, did you know the legal drinking age in Germany is just sixteen?

onecream_fivesugar

[When the feed starts. The camera is focused on the ceiling. A second later Robyn pokes her head into the frame, her eyes wide with excitement. Oddly enough she looks a touch different compared to normal, her black hair now seems have some red highlights to it.]

Guys! This is so cool, you'll never guess what my dad echoed back last night!

[She'll adjust the webcam so there's a view of her living room floor where a behemoth of a dog is lazing around.]

Come on boy! Come say hi to everyone!

[The dog wont get up, he'll open his mouse and give the camera a doggy grin.]

Okay, never mind. Just stay there.

[She'll move over toward the dog and scratch behind his ears. He'll wag his tail which will thump against the floor with surprising force.]

So his name is Mouse and he belonged to my dads past self or whatever. Isn't he just the coolest?

ghostly_heiress

[A post early in the morning, and sounding so tired.]

So, I can't go home. I suppose I should have expected something like this.

Everyone who went to Robyn's party, you may have investigators visiting you. I did make sure the security cameras were off for the party areas, I didn't really want Dad snooping into it, but the servants may still be able to give a description or a name depending.

I'm somewhere safe currently, but it's a short term solution with the whole money issue and I don't have the skills to actually forage for my own food.

If there's any police on here who would be looking for missing kids...I'm really, really sorry.

no_love_potions

[The video feed comes up on Harry's office in his home. He's spent some time since discovering what the Number in his head is for looking over this network thing and it's probably about time to let the other people know.]

Okay, now the whole "Number" thing makes sense.

[He takes a breath, scrubbing a hand over the day or so of stubble growth on his face.]

Well, I did want to be in the loop but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Some of you already know me, but for everyone who doesn't, my name's Harry Lyre.

[Another breath.]

I'll just drop this bomb now, I'm with the press and I've been following this whole situation since March and I'm not a fan of the rep you guys have been getting lately. So... if anybody wants to get their story out, consider this an offer to help you do just that. Anonymous or otherwise.

So, now that that's out of the way. [He claps his hands together, leaning forward slightly.]

Who's Danny?

Later On, Private to Melissa's Number Courtesy of Robyn

You and I are going to need to have a talk soon.

waltharius

[ Have a view of Walter's impeccably clean bedroom, network. Except today, it has a little addition. Several, actually -- the room is infested with what appears to be dozens of lizards. They're on the walls. They're on the furniture. One is even on Walter, who is looking bug-eyed and frantic. He gestures wildly at the mess, as if there's anyone who could have possibly missed this blizzard of lizards. ]

Lizards!

buildyourworld

[ Good day, network. It's yet another peaceful day in Las Vegas, or as peaceful as it can be while people are adjusting to the new landscape, weather and economy shifts. Life is okay to Eugen, that's it, until he broke into an argument with Karl over what to do with his sorry excuse of a knight uniform.

Or rather, for everyone's eyes to see, a seriously malfunctioned belt fetish piece of junk masquerading in the name of knight uniform.

Why Karl wouldn't let him use the industry scissors (and the shredder after) on it is beyond his comprehension. So, after a good twenty minutes of battling against the horrible uniform, Eugen turns on his laptop webcam and connects to the network for some much needed help, before he decides to get rid of Karl along with his fetish gear. ]

Will you stop fiddling with it? You'll just messed up what I've already undid.

[ So network, takes a good look at the uniform, which has become about fifteen percent undone from the shoulders (because that's the only part that can be easily taken off) and help the two guys out. ] It looks a lot easier than it actually is. If any of you can help me take this damn thing out, I'll send you a picture of him in whatever underwear he's wearing beneath or any picture of your choice. Cutting or damaging it any way is not an acceptable solution.

[ OOC: Expect reply from both Eugen and Karl! ]

theearth

Who: Open!
What: Crustacean commotion. CRAB BATTLE.
When: 26th September, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, flooded area and surroundings
Warnings: Violence. If your thread requires more warnings, please note them in your comment header!

( Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? )

prismaticdestruction

[There is a song playing in the background but all that can be seen is a row of rainbow colored lights. Someone has been doing some thinking and been listening to music. After a bit a voice starts singing along, chaning some of the lyrics to fit what she felt was happening.]

( Not a IC cut- )

evowhisperer

Text:

I need places to drink coffee and read for a few hours at a time. I imagine our college student population will be the best to ask, but this question is for everyone: what are your top five favorite coffee shops? Alternate location suggestions are also welcome.

On that note, has anyone's echoes included any information about nanites? If so, please contact me. I have questions.

-----

Action:

Who: Cesar and YOU
What: Cesar's burying himself in science as a means of coping with life. It's getting excessive. Poke him about it?
Where: Espresso Yourself, a local series of hardware stores, and anywhere he can pull out a kindle and read.
When: He'll be in and out of these places all week, starting Sept 21. If you'd like to specify a date, mention it in the subject!

( Option A: Espresso yourself )

( Option B: Hardware Stores )

( Option C: Wild card. )

mistakesmakeuswhoweare

Today is "Talk Like a Pirate Day." I feel like I ought to do something for that. On the other hand, all those "pirate" trappings are completely ridiculous. Hook hands make for very poor penmanship, for instance.

ghostly_heiress

Who: Robyn, Danielle, PEOPLE
What: Robyn is rescued and in need of cheering up, so there's gonna be a bit party for her.
When: Backdated to September 13
Where: The home of company heiress Danielle Masters. So a huge mansion befitting the obscenely wealthy in a on the rich side of town.
Warnings: Shenanigans, cat videos, giant sized life jackets made of pool noodles? And whole aftermath of kidnappings maybe.

[Filtered to Personal Friends of Robyn, Danielle, and those who expressed concern on the Network during the kidnapping plot]

You are cordially invited to a party this Saturday at [address goes here.] Simply tell the guard at the gate for that address that you are here for the party for Robyn in the effort to cheer her up after her ordeal.

There will be food, music, cat videos, a pool, and if you believe Robyn will want you stay the night and are under the age of eighteen, a sleepover.

The staff are aware Seedlings may be in attendance. They do not, however, know this is a Seedling gathering, that I am one, or what Robyn needs cheering up for, just that the party is for her. Please do not inform them.

Sincerely, Danielle.

( Party stuff under here )

goldenflames

[Another day, another newbie, but this one is a lot more friendly than the last one. Yelena is new to the network, after an incident some weeks ago involving some goons and a cornered Numbered just happened to result in the revelation that she herself is Numbered. All she has to go on is some weird memory and some numbers she can recall perfectly.]

So... Ever get the feeling life's going to get a lot more interesting? [She's not sure if she can call it a 'good' interesting or a 'bad' interesting.]

Name's Yelena. Yelena Lyre. I hear my cousin's one of you guys, huh? [Those Mafia goons have made it personal when they went after Robyn. Sure, she doesn't see her much, but still, nobody pushes Robyn around if she can help it!]

charcoalfeather

[What shows up on the network seems to be a mass of scribbles on a sheet of paper. It seems, by all counts, to be a letter of some sort.

There's a single word in the middle of the paper, circled several times:]

Haibane

[From there, it branches off into several lines, each line leading to another circle, and maybe another circle after that. Each one has a question or observation scribbled in them.]

~~Is it Latin?~~ not Latin
Is this some kind of angel that can't fly?
why did we have wings and others didn't?
Toga??
~~any angel powers?~~ can't fly. ~~Probably~~ maybe no powers
am I an angel at all?
what am I

[Rakka has had some time to think about all this, it seems. And, directly below this mess, Rakka wrote in something to address the Network.]

Why does being a Numbered have to be so confusing?

onecream_fivesugar

[It's been well over a week since Robyn last made an appearance on the network. She had needed some time to recover and sort herself out after the ordeal she had been through, she wasn't anywhere near one hundred percent but she was at least ready to make an attempt to show up in front of her friends again.

She was incredibly nervous about doing this, she knew there were a fair number of people that thought it would be best to wait for the mafia to release her... But that wasn't exactly how things had worked out. She knew there had been a lot of arguing over the situation. She had only seen a little of it during the short time she had access to the network, but it was enough to make her nervous of how people might be reacting to the fact that her rescuers had probably made the mafia really angry. She certainly couldn't bring herself to be mad at them, they had saved her plain and simple.]

[So the feed opens up with Robyn staring at the screen, chewing on her lower lip nervously. After a moment she'll raise her hand and wave nervously. She certainly looks to be a lot better than when she was being held by Albero, but there are dark bags under her eyes. It's pretty obvious she hasn't been sleeping well lately.]

Uhmm... Hey! Uh-Long time, no see?

I just wanted everyone to know I'm here and uhm-I'm fine.

So... You all don't have to worry anymore.

I-uh... Haven't really been checking here over the last little while and I kind of, sorta lost my cellphone during the-

[She frowns and decides against talking about what had happened and moves on.]

-The thing... But I just got a new one a couple days ago, so getting a hold of me shouldn't be a problem.

[She stares at the screen for a moment, completely unsure of what to say next. She feels like this may not have been the best idea.]

Well-I'm gonna go now. I just wanted to say well... Thank you and I-I'm sorry for everything that happened.
[She let's out a deep breath and shuts down the feed for now. She'll give herself a few minutes before she starts responding.]

[OOC: Hey! I know there are people that mentioned wanting to visit Robyn after the plot. If anyone still wants to do that feel free to start something here or let me know and I can get things going.]

theearth

Who: The Robyn Rescue Squad, the Rescue-Squad-Stop-That-Right-Now Squad, potentially Robyn and the mafia
What: Albero has Robyn. Several reincarnates want to take her back by force.
When: September 02
Where: Robyn is located in another warehouse. Boy, the mafia love those things. Rescuers will very likely be intercepted en route by the anti-rescue team!
Warnings: Potential violence, hostage situations, unpleasantness in general. (If anyone wants further CWs added, shoot us a PM!)

( Hoooo boy. )

onecream_fivesugar

[Robyn had just wanted to go spend some time with her aunt, they were going to get ice cream and have a grand old time. The last thing she expected or wanted to have was a group of mafia goons suddenly swarm her on the street and pull her into a black van that had just swerved up to the curb. The thugs had come, swept Robyn up and had disappeared just as fast as they come. She tried her best to fend them off but well... She was a sixteen year old girl with the power to summon rose petals randomly and run kind of fast. She wasn't prepared or capable or defending herself from something like this.

Over twenty four hours had passed since that happened. Of course, Robyn had no idea what time it was, she had completely lost track of time a few hours in. She hadn't even heard much from the thugs after they brought to god knows where. When they arrived they had sat her down in a chair, tied, gagged and blindfolded her only to back off and leave her without another or word or an explanation as to why they were doing this. She could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but none of them would answer her muffled cries.

So she did the only things she could: she squirmed and tried to break free to no avail, she screamed, she cried, she slept a little but not much. She was too terrified to do that for very long.

Eventually Someone did approach her. Told her that they'd let her go if she helped them deliver a message. ...Robyn agreed. They untied her hands, removed the gag and blindfold and shortly after they gave her a laptop. It didn't take her long after that to connect to the network.

[ As soon as he's sure that Robyn seems to have connected to the mystery numbers network, a man steps forward. Anyone who has ever Googled him should recognise him, since he's pretty distinctive-looking, but he's going to introduce himself for the benefit of people who haven't. What a lovely man. ]

Well, hello. Assuming my friend here is telling the truth and you can all see me - and she better be -

[ He places a hand on Robyn's head. It's an unmistakably threatening gesture. Robyn flinches at the touch, but she's not in a position to stop him. ]

- then I assume you all know who I am. Albero. Mr. Albero. And I have a proposal for your, ah... collective.

[ He grins, lowering his shades just enough to peer over the top of them. ]

Get out of my city. You're in the way. Pack your freak bags and get the hell out. You do that, and I won't come after you. The unpleasantness will stop. You stay here? Me and the family keep having our fun. And believe me, my unsavoury friends, we have been having a lot of fun with this. You're great entertainment! Bravo. But all good things must come to an end, huh?

[ He ruffles Robyn's hair, still grinning in an incredibly unpleasant manner. Fresh tears well up in her eyes. ]

To prove I can keep my promises, I'll be letting my new friend here go home by the end of the day. As long as nobody tries anything stupid, anyhow. Sounds good, right, princess?

[Robyn whimpers and looks away, her eyes fixed on the ground as tears stream down her cheeks.]

[ He crouches so that he's at Robyn's level, still smiling into the camera as he takes is hand from her head and instead grips her shoulder. Rather too hard, unfortunately - hopefully she doesn't bruise easily. ]

[Robyn bit her lip and shook her head frantically. She tried to stop herself from making a sound, but despite her efforts she let out a pained groan.]

I suggest you all consider my offer. [And to Robyn:] End it.

[Robyn's arms shook and she slowly raised trembling hands to the laptop again, her fingers fumbled on the keyboard but she didn't actually shut down her connection to the network. Albero stepped away from the computer to speak to a few of the men that had been holding Robyn over the last day, leaving her alone with the network open for now. Does anyone want to say hi?]

[OOC: Used red for Robyn bits!]

ghostly_heiress

I'm sorry if no one could contact me for the last two weeks.

And I have a question for the Network.

How common is it for people to temporarily lose all their echoes?

[For anyone who knows her in real life and might have paid attention, she was in the hospital for a good chunk of that time. Nothing like relapsing illnesses.]

abhero

So, about the aliens.

You know the perky one? He was handing out ice cream last week, and then came to the shell freaks’ meeting-- I think his name’s Badri. We talked at the ice cream thing, and I asked him if he had cool alien powers. He said he can’t used them on me, but he can show me how it works on a pigeon.

[There’s a pause. Emil looks uncomfortable, and not because Badri made him pinky-swear not to tell.]

He looked at it and it just-- I don’t know what he did, but the pigeon freaked out. It couldn’t move but you could tell it’s suffering. Then he let go and it just died. Keeled over. Badri said it’s because, and I quote, “the severe mental trauma”. He also said that usually it only happens to more intelligent creatures. [Another pause, and he gives the camera a meaningful look.] More intelligent. He can literally scare people to death with his mind.

And It’s not just him having creepy powers. You should’ve seen the way he acted-- he kept smiling like it’s a game. When the pigeon died he was all like [Emil does a rather convincing impression of Badri’s voice] “Oops! Didn’t mean to kill it, must be the severe mental trauma, tee-hee-hee!”

I know they’ve been okay so far, but it was fucked up. What kind of person tortures an animal just to demonstrate something and smiles while he’s doing it?

grannyfucker

[HEY LOOK, isn't that the number of that one douchebag who died a few weeks ago?? I hope you guys are ready for your daily dose of creepy audio posts, because this one starts with the sound of scratching on wood and some heavy breathing. Soon enough, though, the scratching becomes more erratic and the breathing heavier and louder--and then it's just full blown wheezing.]

Somebody...somebody get me the fuck out of here!

[Then a series of loud 'thud's as the voice becomes more frantic.]

Right now!

nowi_wins

So.... I was just wondering....

[After this incident, Nora figures her best bet is to reach out to her fellow numbered. Maybe someone can shed a little light on what she should do. Better be subtle though.]

Does anybody know anything about, like, dragons maybe?

[Very subtle.

A couple of months ago, this would have been the coolest thing ever. But now? With the numbered being target by the mafia and cultists and monsters, a big showy echo like this seems... dangerous.]

italktofish

[So the video feed opens, and there's...Elvis. The biggest, most muscular Elvis anyone's ever seen. He's stretching the seams of the rented white sequined jumpsuit. He's got a black pompadour that's quite obviously a wig, giant Elvis sunglasses...and a bright blonde beard. No points for guessing who THIS is. He looks a bit dejected.]

Those cultists didn't fall for my disguise so I could SNEAK IN to their NEFARIOUS CONFERENCE! Can you BELIEVE that?

I had a FAKE ID and everything!

[And he flashes the Network a somewhat crappy fake drivers' license with a picture of him in this getup and the name 'Nick Papageorgio.']

...not that I had much TIME to get a DECENT fake together...I think I should get my MONEY back from that guy!

theearth

Who: Cultists, an alien, and YOU, the (un-)invited numbered!
What: Gossipping. Weird lobster worship. Speeches. Fingerfood and other snacks. Dealing with cultists in general. The beginning of the geographical changes in Las Vegas and appropriate PANIC.
When: 22nd
Where: Thomas & Mack Center; The University of Nevada, Las Vegas
Warnings: People from the ranks of the cultists have committed murder and other crimes in the past; those deeds will, if mentioned, be treated in a glorifying manner or at least be condoned.

( But don't put water in your dessert, that's gross. )

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