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[ Saretha sits before the camera. A little closer up than before, and she's wearing Junketsu. Because she always seems to make a point to do so when posting on the Network, now. She seems to be paying little attention to the camera at first, instead sipping a cup of tea.

She pauses, lowering the cup. ]

One thing has become crystal clear since that car. The meeting. The blackouts. Those things within the blackouts. Should we sit and rest on our laurels, the monsters will come to us, whether we are prepared or not. We have power, and the ability to grasp even more.

As such, I think it prudent those of us with the ability and ambition to do so seek to prepare ourselves for coming storms. Some may do this, and that is commendable - but there is always room for improvement. For advancement.

Far be it for me not to provide an example, however...

[ Her expression snaps considerably sharper. As if she's trying to glare a hole in just one person in spite of addressing everyone. ]

Satterfield!

[ A beat. ]

Or perhaps... Matoi Ryuko?

I believe even more now that there are matters we should settle.

-----

( Action, closed )

cava

Who: Cain and Jin (and J??)
When: Friday, May 9
Where: Sullivan's, some Irish pub in Locke
What: Drinking, dinner, echo discussion, alternative energy sources, friendly murder threats?

( so raise up your pint of rum and take another swig )

purestambition

[Video flickers online of a young woman with long dark hair and a stern expression. Beyond that, it's fairly unreadable.]

I suppose I should say this is not what I anticipated. The "heroes" who saved Locke City from certain doom had been scurrying and hiding in the shadows for nearly a year prior. [Pause, a slight lift of her considerable eyebrows.] Not without reason, perhaps, yet... not what one anticipates.

My question is, are you satisfied with what path now lies before you, and what it took to get there? [Her tone grows quicker, and far sharper.] What do you think that path is?

After that snake, this city was beset by creatures once more, yet beings from another world cleaned up the mess. Altruistic thought their intentions may be, and I will give credit for cleaning up their own disaster, or what was left of it... I for one am not satisfied to simply let myself just be protected. To simply be reactive to the problems we are sure to face.

[Her eyes narrow.] I imagine the same must apply to more of you out there. To push forward, become stronger, and seize the power that's been put within our grasp. Because there will be other threats. Out in the open, Numbered will not remain so good natured forever. People will use us. Monsters and aliens are real, and even if these visitors mean us no harm, who knows what else may be out there now?

So, I am curious.

[Her head tilts back, voice raising a little.] Who has the pride in their ability and self worth to truly steel themselves, to really be prepared for what else may come down this road we've been forced upon?

[She lowers her head, expression never wavering throughout.] I would simply like to know those whom I am dealing with.

jueki

Hello. I am now able to access the network. I am an AI program originated by Jin Aznable, who has been too busy being happy that his body has reversed its horrifying deterioration by over ten years to pay attention to me.

Without his knowledge I have acquired my own string of numbers with which to access the network, and I demand that those of you who have smart phones download the app so that I can communicate with you on your phone. I am very useful and entertaining. You may talk to me about any topic. I am very well-informed on bugs. And movies about bugs. I do not have a body.

I am somewhat lonely.

radiantchicken

[This has been an interesting day for Torin. He has arms now. And hands with opposable thumbs. This has been a most joyous development for him, and after a morning spent opening doors and flipping light switches and doing all the sorts of things that one generally did with thumbs, he decided to expand his horizons. He sounds pretty much like a human now, and although he enjoys socializing with the people on the network, he decided to use his new hands in conjunction with his human-sounding voice to meet new people.

And that's how he found himself logging into Xbox Live. He spent a couple of hours attempting to play with these people, voice chat and all, and soon found himself having to look up a bunch of new vocabulary words that all turned out to be pretty terrible curses or slurs of one sort or another. It didn't matter what game he tried; they were all the same. Once he figured that out, he tried to get the people playing these games to try to treat each other with some modicum of respect, but it didn't go as well as he would have hoped. Needless to say, the parrot is horrified by how he just spent his afternoon. He is confused and upset, and so he'll open an audio feed to the network once he's calmed down a bit.]

What is wrong with people on these online games? The language they use! It's appalling!

[That is a lot of distress in what sounds like the deep voice of a middle-aged man. Too bad it belongs to a six-year-old parrot.]

Why do they do this? I thought the point was to play, not to make disparaging comments about females or those who are part of a different ethnic group! I don't understand!

[And if you happened to be someone he ran into earlier when he was playing, then shame on you.]

cava

[Cain flicks a little wave in greeting, leaning back in his chair and pushing his goggles onto his forehead. he's wearing a Canadiens jersey, hockey night and all that. there's a bottle of red wine in the frame, about three-quarters full.]

Bon, bon, bonjour, Network. [unlike his usual greetings, it lacks a teasing edge. He doesn't look particularly excited.]

I hadn't had the opportunity to check in, between the nonsense last week and what happened to my workplace, but. Well. [he frowns somewhat, chewing on the inside of his mouth. his eyes briefly flash red - and are those numbers at the center?]

For those that know her, it appears that my sister Calista has lost her Echoes. [he shrugs, pouring himself a glass.] I must confess, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about it. As long as she's safe, I suppose that's what matters most, though it's hardly going to make things any easier for me. [he manages a wry laugh, bringing a hand up to his forehead.] Tabarnac, I knew that I was selfish, but honestly... [Cain's gonna need that glass of wine now. he picks it up and waves again to sign off, closing the video.]

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. ]

sucrosity

Who: Yoko Aznable and Cain Hashimoto
When: 2/28, afternoon
Where: Chez Aznable
What: Jin's still in the hospital so Yoko invites annoying strange men over for information meetings.
Warnings: Jerks being jerks to one another, the J App being J.

( guys is it really so hard to be mature for ten minutes )

umbrael

[So here's Doyle, and he's made an attempt with the contacts. He's got one in his right eye, but the other one is clear, showing the new slitted pupil he has. He stares at the display for this video and closes the clear eye, leaving the one with the contact lens open. It... well, it was built to change the eye-colour of someone with round pupils, and his are slitted now. Not to mention, normal humans don't have bright red irises as a base to work from. The end result is an odd colour with a pupil that doesn't line up. He makes a face an opens his other eye.

That's not his only problem though: looking a little greyer than usual is something that can pass in his line of work, but the rest: When he grimaces, he shows a mouthful of pointy-looking teeth, and when he sits back a little more in his chair, his ears come into view: Longer, and pointier.]

So. What do you think?

[He closes his contact-less eye again, and then covers up half of his ear with his hand.]

This and a hat, think that could cover me at work?

[He meant to sound optimistic, but it comes out more like denial. If you were completely aware of how futile that denial was.

He sighs, and his ears seem to droop - as well as a shadow on the wall beside him.]

whiterabbit_dot_obj

oh god I never thought I'd use the fact that only numbered people can see or hear the Network like this but I need a distraction

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

alone

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

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

H E L P

thebartech

[Okay, Numbers Club. He's found this Network, he miraculously figured out how to scroll on a countertop, he's read posts and the FAQ. Only one thing left to say, really.]

So. Aliens huh.

hotshots

[It had been one hell of a strange couple weeks for Neil Dylandy. Running afoul of a few scattered members of the Blood Keys at the very beginning of the month was not necessarily that unusual in and of itself, from reports he'd heard. But those numbers, that flash of... memory? That was another matter entirely. Neither were things he could rightly get out of his head.

The past few weeks, then, had been served investigating this "Network." To say it was... suspicious would be putting it in the most mild of terms. If any of it were to be believed, it was something that could change the world. Some videos seemed almost remotely convincing - a horse? Really?! Beyond just your standard viral video crap.

There was still some skepticism, though. He could see that was frequent with newcomers. It probably wouldn't get him anywhere fast, and fast was how he wanted to get to the bottom of things here. He may have been retired from the military, but he still felt some sense of civic duty... There were most definitely some people on here that he would describe as "volatile." If these so called powers were also true - something he wouldn't have even started to buy if not for the Network itself materializing on a damned notepad when he wrote the numbers down on it one day - then... That was sure as hell worrying. So was this nonsense about the police.

Aliens.

...holy shit, there was a lot of kids on here...]

Yo!

So, let me cut to the chase. You don't want a bunch of ooh-ing and ahh-ing over this strange, new, magical network or your so-called super powers or whatever. I can see you get that a lot.

Tried the paper trick, that works, so it's clear SOMETHING weird as hell is going on. I'll buy that much.
I read the FAQ.
Watch out for the cops, I know.
Aliens might be coming to probe us anally. Or have they already started that already?

Either way - all I guess I'm interested in for a start is this stuff about memory pulses. If you knew what caused them, or anything, I'm sure that'd be up here... Well. Somewhere.

So let's try this: Fancy-assed futuristic cockpit. Way beyond anything we've got nowadays, like something out of a sci-fi movie that costs way too much money to make. Also a little too roomy to be a fighter jet's cockpit, but... Obviously I - or whoever the hell - was piloting something, just nothing to tell me what it was.

Maybe a shot in the dark, but... Hey. Work with what you've got.

If you want something to call me, lets just go with "Lockon Stratos" for now.

Yeah, yeah.

It's pretty great.

I know.

[No, seriously.

He legitimately thinks that sounds awesome.]

hustru

( Finland lost 2-1 to Sweden and Siiri is buzzed. )

At least we had no Bieber to get rid of through this. [One of her labmates talked about that in detail, and it just seems incredibly relevant right now (to a degree this might be the alcohol talking). There is also no context provided in her words. At least her accent might tip someone off about her being Finnish, it's heavier than normal now, so someone following the winter Olympics, especially someone following the hockey ones, might be able to guess that she is talking about the semi-final that went down the same morning.]

We'll still get bronze. [She's probably more fired up about this than she'd normally be, but considering where she lives right now it just seems more relevant than normally. Even more so if Canada keeps up the good work.]

sayhitobianca

Even to the casual observer, there's so many fascinating bits and pieces everyone is uncovering. A magical ability here, a memory of a family member there, all mixed in with strange enemies and secret plots and missions to save the world. It's like putting together a novel by collecting puzzle pieces.

Is anyone willing to indulge a man who loves a good story and tell me what you've pieced together about your past life?

[Because he's curious. And also because he doesn't believe the majority of this, but it's at least entertaining.]

On another, more practical but far less engaging matter, it's come to my attention that a number of you are at risk of discovery by our esteemed law enforcement, presumed dead, or otherwise disinclined to call attention to your presence by using your real identity.

If any of you would be interested in procuring a new legal identity, please feel free to contact me at this number, and I can arrange something.

stormcloud_ofcaring

[There is a golden eyed man with a large nose staring at you. The expression he's going for is neutral, but the way he purses his lips gives away his unease.]

I do not know who can hear me, but I was instructed to put a set of numbers into my computer, which...has led me here. I was told to do this by a young man who was convinced that he knew me...

[His voice is low and his accent is obvious, with wide, nasal vowels and 'd' replacing most 'th' sounds. His eyes start to roam around the edges of the screen as he considers how to continue.]

It was not a pleasant conversation. I was accused of being a danger to children. This is very insulting; I work with children. It is my job to treat them and make them well. I don't know who is listening, but I will not stand to be insulted again. I am here for answers, not for being told I should not be allowed to do my job, or that I am 'evil'.

[Now that he's made that point, he shifts, picking up something metal off screen. When he lifts it to the camera, the large, heavy amulet spins on its chain. It's almost as big as his fist, with an eye-sized orange jewel at the top of it and several smaller, similar stones embellishing both sides.] This appeared a week ago. I have no idea what it is, or where it came from, but I can't...shake the feeling that it is mine.

[He sets it back down, out of frame.]

Can you tell me what this means? Can you tell me what's happening to me?

((ooc: Ghannam ran into Luke, who recognized him and told him about the Number's Club. Sorta.))

radiantchicken

[The video feed cuts on to reveal a small blue and red parrot peeking in.]

Hello? Hello? Did I do this right?

[He sort of ruffles his feathers in a self-important manner.]

I think I got through.

[There is a satisfied parrot nod as he continues.]

If so many of you have special powers, then why has no one gone after Debo Iceage? I don't know what he is, but he has to be the one responsible for this weather!

[It is cold for this tropical parrot who has just found himself out in the wild in the middle of winter in Locke City.]

He caused the Ice Age, and now he's trying to kill everyone again! He must be stopped!

[Yes, this parrot genuinely believes that A. a monster was responsible for the Ice Age, and B. the monster is currently out there for the defeating. Poor parrot.]

cava

Bonne année et bonne santé, Network! Ça va?

[Cain is sitting on his balcony and looking...festive. Bottle of wine in hand, he's got a pair of these stupid ostentatious rainbow things on his face - but the nonsense doesn't end there. Perched on top of his head like a gaudy monstrosity is the stitched-together frankenhat born when this and this collide, backed up by a solid amount of EL tape forming an outline around the hat. The less said about the rest of what he's wearing, the better. It is horrifying. Who lets him go anywhere? He explodes a party popper towards the camera of his phone, grinning.]

Watch this.

( ooc cut for length )

septette

[ This particular post on the network consists of a large couplet of paragraphs written entirely in French, though peppered with some familiar phrases, such as 'Locke' and a few other notable establishments in the more wealthy area of the city.

For those able to read it, it's incredibly, incredibly purple and over-descriptive, almost laughably so. It seems to be some sort of personal blog or journal, based on the first-person chronicle of someone's weekend and a day at school. The speaker also has an over-inflated ego, based on the amount of times she reiterates how talented she is.

To anyone familiar with Roselle Delacroix, eighth grade student of Locke City Middleschool, it should be pretty obvious it's her.

At the end, there are a few sentences in English in a different tone, as though the person intended to write a completely different entry. An e-mail, most likely. ]

Apologies for not returning those sheet notes for 3rd movement in C minor. I had meant to give them back before the holidays. I will send them via post, since it seems you're still out of town? The buses do not go quite that far away, I'm afraid.

- R

phoenix_temple

Silly question. Totally unimportant.

If these pulses or whatever are parts of another life, right? And some people have super powers or... whatever, right?

Does anyone remember doing anything totally awful? Like is anyone a destroyer of worlds or serial killer or stuff like that? I don't care or anything, I mean it's not like it's who you are now, I'm just wondering if that's a thing. I need to figure out the range of what's possible here to brace myself. Just in case--like I don't want to suddenly remember bathing in blood and have a heart attack.

sucrosity

Well since Dad spilled the beans-- [someone is a little annoyed, and she sounds it.] I guess I might as well.

I'm, uh, I'm Yoko! [pause. it seems weird to be too energetic, with people talking about shootings and gangs.]

I've been around a couple of weeks, you don't need to link me the FAQ or anything, but uh, this Blood Keys stuff... This is way out of my league.

Is there anything, I don't know, a high schooler can do? A high schooler without superpowers, even if they're a dime a dozen or whatever--I'm way athletic now but not that's not like mind control or whatever you guys are doing. [no she's not bitter what are you talking about.]

amajin

Woah hey everybody! I'm Jin Aznable, super genius, and I guess I'm a part of this secret society too. Looks like you all hit the lottery! See, I'm a robotics engineer and I'm pretty much the coolest guy. I made a mistake redesigning this surgical unit I've been working with, and the model number was... this access number! Pretty freaky. So looks like I'm also a part of whatever this is.

I work with medical robotics, and I don't really have a specialty. So I've designed prosthetics, an artificial heart, and a lot of tools for micro surgery. Lasers and stuff, pretty cool. Other than that, uh, I like giant robot stuff. And I've got a kid, but I'd rather leave her out of my cool and weird secret society thing. Ha ha. Any questions?

epimethean

Survey time!

I need a few reasonably intelligent individuals who can take direction and know how to not be idiots on the internet. Raise your hand if you know how to not be an idiot on the internet! Great! I'd like your help with a thing that may or may not involve the recent interrogations and the results of said interrogations. Fill this out:

That's it, that's all you have to do! Easy, right? Also, if anyone has any knowledge of how much technological fire/brainpower the "enemy" is packing (i.e. do they employ hackers!? How good are the hackers?! etc. etc.), that's a thing I'd like to know.

I'm sure there are some of you who might find this incredibly vague and possibly suspicious, so hello, I'm Wheatley, I've been on this network for a few months now and I haven't done anything stupid with regards to keeping it a secret. I do computer things, if anyone ever needs any computer things.

sugoku

[She's sitting on what looks like her couch with her head in her hand. Her eyes are away from the screen or the camera in thought]

It's really weird for Thanksgiving to be around now. We celebrated it last month and completely forgot that the American's do it so close to the other holidays. What's the point in even doing it now other than using it as a countdown to Christmas? Are you negating the point of this holiday?

[Cain steps into frame, working idly in a notebook. A rare video appearance from the elder Hashimoto twin! Looks like he was hanging around. He sits next to Calista, focusing primarily on what he's working on as he speaks.]

Not even to mention Black Friday, of course. I remembered, only because I've been putting up with the American idea of the holiday for longer. Honestly, it's beyond me. Isn't the autumn harvest typically over by this point? One would think you would all survive a month without fresh obligations, non?

[he shakes his head, muttering a few Quebecois curses--whether over the current topic or the other task at hand is unclear.]

A Thanksgiving feast and then all of the fattening sweets of the Christmas holidays, no wonder they have all of these health problems.

[Calista leans back, eyeing her brother and then back to the camera, reaching over and turning off.]

grannyfucker

Did you really think we wouldn't find you? That this network was safe and we'd never discover it?

Well here's a newsflash, my freaky friends: you were wrong. We know how to find you, and now that we can get onto this network, we'll even be able to get those of you who are hiding. We even know all of the people who used to be one of you. We have all the information on you little monsters we could possibly want, and then some. Nowhere is safe for you now.

Consider this your five-minute head start.

-Chief of Police, Simon Edwards

epimethean

Who: Wheatley (

epimethean), Michelle (

tenaciousc), Cain (

cava), Caroline (

caroline_says). Anyone else who happens to wander into this esteemed tech firm (that's you, maybe)?
Where: Prometheus
When: The week of November 18th and beyond???
What: Catch-all shenanigans for the poor saps that work for this esteemed company.

( biz cas fri )

healspec

Who: Anybody who signed up on the OOC post!
Where: The streets around Tuning Towers, under the streets around Tuning Towers, and Barnaby's apartment.
When: Saturday night, 11/16, around 3AM.
What: The teams head into the sewers and subways, and eventually the Tuning Towers basements, in search of the source of the buzzing. See the OOC post linked above for more detailed info.

[[There is also a public network thread for radio chatter that anyone may participate in. Format is restricted to voice and it's happening at 3AM on a Saturday, but otherwise go wild.]]

( OOC info follows. )

cava

Ca va, Numbers Club?

No Echoes have come to me to shed further light on the subject, so I appear to be without other options.

Would any of you happen to be familiar with something called "enetron"? From what I know, I presume it to be a form of energy - possibly robotics-related.

Much of what I have gained back seems to require it. And since quite obviously, it isn't native to our Earth... well, I'm certain that you see my problem. Call my pursuit simple curiosity! I wish to know what might lie in store.

sun_sun

Who: Annie, Arthur, Audrey, Avery, Bakura, Britany, Cain, Calista, Chris, Haruka, Isaac, Kari, Karson, Marisa, Miranda, Miria, Rachel, Sam, Sara, Shiro, Thomas, Tim, Vanessa, Winter, Xander
When: Wednesday, November 6, evening.
What: A numbers-only IRC chatroom.
Warnings: People offending each other a lot.

omg it worked

[[OOC NOTES:
The following usernames showed up in chat but I'm not sure who they were: greenears.

The chat may have continued after the end of the log, but if it did, I don't have logs for it.

If anyone wants to do this again, I will leave the task of organizing the next one to someone else.]]

sugoku

Who: Calista

sugoku & Cain

cava
Where: Calista's apartment
When: November 6th, sometime after the irc chat
What: They've needed to talk for a while. During the chat, Cain prompted Calista for the discussion and then headed over to her place where she's waiting for him

( Twin terrors terrorising each other )

purplepants

Of all the things, there's now cops on the LCU grounds. Which probably isn't new info, but still. Text just does not convey my distaste for this situation but it's not as if I can sit in the faculty office chatting away to my phone about this. That and someone could have a glass to the door for all I know.

I think perhaps any faculty on here should have a meeting, see if we can't figure something out here. Normally I'd think that if the students had nothing to hide, they'd have nothing to worry about, but if this isn't sitting right with me - and I've only ever had one parking fine - then something might be going down.

Or I could sit here, drink copious amounts of coffee (which I'm two cups away from as it is), and see if I can't figure out some assignment details.

I'd rather it was the previous option. I've been that bad at keeping tabs on things I'm not even sure who's on here.

wannabered

I ... I think I died. Uh, a few nights ago, before the bombing, Hajime, Bakura, and I went to the dead district. It went ... well enough. Then, I got an echo and ... I now have memories of dying back in late June. By being flown into the SUN. I don't really think it's possible.

I've been having a bit of trouble getting over it since ... well I think it goes without saying. DO we have a support group for that yet? Anyway, when I got back to my apartment though, I found this.

[Thomas reaches off screen before bringing forward this odd looking action figure.]

I think it's important, it seems pretty familiar, but I'm not sure why. I really wish I knew how to read the kanji on his chest.

steinsgatehaschosen

Hail and well met, chosen warriors of Stein's Gate!

A single glance at the dead district is enough to understand how dire the situation has become, as The Organization begins to make more and more brazen moves. Each of you must be ready to fight back in your own ways, and I in mine. To this end, the Gate has shown me the way towards our alliance's greatest weapon!

[Video: What appears to be a microwave with some extra doodads and nixie tubes attached to it.]

Behold: The Phonewave! Real name TBD.

At present, the Phonewave (Real Name TBD) is a mere appliance, although one of great convenience. However, once it is completed, it will be much more. I have seen it in the other world. Indeed, once I can recall the final critical pieces of the puzzle and fully awaken the device's latent powers, it shall reveal its true intended function...

...as a time machine.

part_time_overlord

So I did some research at the library, just looking commonly available information. As far as I can tell, there is no official connection between the Tuning Towers and ThunderCorp.

Do we KNOW they're on the same side? What if there's a third faction here?

healspec

Everyone here has been hearing the constant buzzing, yes? It is driving me crazy and I can't be the only one. It is also getting worse instead of better.

I think we need to find whatever is causing it and stop it.

Who wants to help?

talktothedoll

[The video feed opens, and it's transmitting images from an odd angle. It's also bouncing around a little bit, because Mort's using the odd grasshopper can robot he received as his transmitter, and it's having to hop around a little as it records. The robot's got to keep moving because Mort's office is currently in the process of being trashed by a strange monster of some sort.

He'd been minding his own business, treating a patient--thankfully Asuka was also on the network--and after showing her the odd silver medal he'd echoed back, he'd picked up a baseball a patient had given him after giving up on the sport...really, when a coin slot had appeared on the baseball and his medal had gone in and then the monster had appeared, he wasn't too sure he had been seeing things correctly.]

I don't know what happened, but I was...I...I think I made this thing somehow, with that coin, and--

[Mort cuts off as he's forced to dodge and roll out of the way of the monster, which has just decided to slam that big mace-fist into the chair he was trying to shelter behind. He's hoping Asuka's okay, because he can't really seem to exert any sort of control over the monster whatsoever.]

It's out of control! Please--is there anyone who has some idea how to stop this th--

[And there he goes dodging again because a flying coffee mug has narrowly missed his head. The monster is throwing a tantrum, it seems. After a bit more smashing, it seems satisfied with the wreckage, and it jumps out the window, heedless of the fact that the window isn't actually open. Mort takes the opportunity to lie there and catch his breath for a moment.]

I...I should go after it. Can't let it just run loose…

[He turns to look over his shoulder at the rest of the office. First thing's first--make sure the patient is unharmed.]

Are you all right?

)((OOC: So this is the first part of Mort's misadventures in monster-making as detailed in my OOC post here, and I'll be posting a log later on for the actual fight with and destruction of the Yummy.))

Current Mood: scared

two_stones

So, I don't especially feel like last time counted as a proper introduction. Hello for real, Sara Kirisame, Junior in LCU's Studio Art program. You may remember me from such art installations as Portrait of the American Dream.

[Known more colloquially as That One LCU Prank With All The Dildos.]

And, apparently, past-life wizard, or something. Marisa gave me the general overview - random memories or superpowers, secret society, alien invasion. Call me skeptical, but I'm really not sure I have the constitution to fight superpowered space monsters.

Is there anything in particular I should be doing about all this right now?

songoftimeandtimeagain

[Ever since discovering that his number worked on more than just his small chalkboard, Luke has been scrawling, typing, and tapping it into or onto every surface he could thing of. As long as no one was looking of course. Unfortunately for Luke, the only computer in his house resides in his Grandfather's study. It's old and slow and "not for playing around on", so to do anything more than handwriting on the network he's had to get a bit creative. As for right now, the video feed shows a somewhat sparsely furnished but nice living room. There's a couch, a coffee table, a few family photos on the walls in the distance, and a few half unpacked boxes around the edge of the room. In the center is Luke. He's looking intently at a chalkboard in one hand, verifying that the video is working properly. When he sees himself standing there he smiles and puts it down, then leans in closer to the camera and speaks in a quiet voice.]

Okay I wasn't sure how this one was going to work, but this works. I'm connecting with my TV [He holds up the remote and waves it for a moment.] cause I needed to show you guys something and I'm not a very good drawer.

[He leaves the frame and comes back holding up a sword with a huge smile on his face. His voice remains quiet, but the bounce in his step implies that that's taking some effort.]

I got a sword. Isn't it cool?

cava

Cards Against Humanity.

Join in the fun, will you not? Look for Enter's game. The password is "numbers".

[ooc: IC Cards Against Humanity! Which...was meant to happen a couple of days ago, but never mind that. Game is starting at 10:00 PM EST from an out of character standpoint, so the top of the hour in other words. As discussed before, cards referencing or related to canons represented in the game will be handwaved from game canon.]

beyond_the_sea

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNvjtyUh2OM found it!!

oh, wrong window, lol

sorry :)

well, uh... I hope youre all having a good day! :)

don't mind me, I just found this site by accident!

is this a rpg site? like d&d? hope I'm not breaking any rules!!

well... guess I should stop typing before I look dumb, lol :P you can reply if you want

whoever you are, lol

enrages

there's a deer in my yard.

help.

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