savetheearth | Entries tagged with supernatural: castiel

In light of recent events, I'd like to know if anyone has any ideas for what should be done next. With the information about Sherman and the police we have, I believe the next step would be to figure out where Sherman's orders are coming from. We know an "enemy" exists, but not what they look like, where they are, or anything else. I understand there are also security concerns, so private messages might be the best method for this.

As always, if you have anything you'd like to add to the informational FAQ, please let me know.

( Private messages to Aaron and Julien )

youngestone

[The video isn't focused on Killian's face right away, just his lap. There's a bow (like the ones you shoot) sitting in it, and he's playing with it for a few minutes before he finally turns the video up to his face. It's only focusing on his profile but he still looks like shit.

About like he's been crying, actually. When he speaks he sounds like he's been crying, too]

There...um. The clinic--

[It's really hard to speak. He tries again]

My...mom and I were in the DD earlier and she...she got shot by the Blood Keys. I got her to LSR but she...

[He can't say it, clenching his eyes shut and taking a few moments to recover before continuing]

Um. Yeah. So if...if I'm not, uh, around then...that's. That's why. To help pay...you know, all that stuff, I'm--I got a pulse a bit ago and I can make really fancy jewelery now. [He reaches over and grabs a sample, holding it up to the camera while not looking at it. It's made from the stuff you get at a craft store but it's pretty intricate.] If...anyone wants one, or a bracelet or something, I can make one.

[He hesitates a little longer before reaching over to cut the video]

earnedmystripes

This has been a little while coming, but we have some information from Detective Sherman and the corrupt police about the enemy and what they know about the Network.

Yes, this is legit, which I guess I have to specify now that we've got people who think it's funny to impersonate law enforcement.
( Info behind the cut! )
Most of this is from Sherman and the Sheriff, so - feel free to take it all with a grain of salt.

[ooc: Replies will mostly be coming from

detectivetroll! He'll be using Kotetsu's open connection to answer questions and such.]

reapsthewind

[The following characters receive a communication from Chris via various channels: email, private network posts directed ONLY at them, or other private channels.

shiro

hollowleg
mordin

testsonseashells
vanessa

doomedtheworld
shou

ursoreckless
lyall

professorwolf
emmanuel

caosgo
aaron

elfstoned
kotestu

earnedmystripes
elian

wastingtime
ratchet

neonnerd

Elian actually gets a letter, sealed and written in a cipher that he and Chris made up together when she was in high school. Classy.

( CUT FOR LENGTH )

*edit* Characters added since this post was made
toshirou

icy_heavens
mamoru

15minuteslate
hajime

chalicejoker
aaron harding

show_my_cannons
"Surya"

healspec

synonymouswithdookie

HEY so some of you probably don't remember me which is GREAT because I kind of ignore most of you assholes anyway. I don't know if this is like common knowledge yet since LIKE I SAID I basically try to ignore you for the most part and pretend that none of this shit EXISTS, but I guess the police have magic dogs that can pick us out from people who aren't walking freak shows? WHICH IS AWESOME, RIGHT? I bet it was all over the network at some point, but I'm 100% a giant moron and pretty much never look, so long story short A MAGIC DOG GOT ME and some shitty dickhead cop motherfucker with an ugly face and a big butt arrested me. Did I mention he's an asshole because he is absolutely the biggest asshole fuck him.

Good news is I'm not in jail anymore, hooray for me, right? "BUT RAY HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF JAIL WHEN THEY KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF US :( ?" you may be wondering. Or maybe you don't give a fuck. Well listen up motherfuckers because you're ABOUT to give SUCH a fuck.

I may or may not have completely agreed to act as an informant for the people that want us dead soooooooo that's a thing that's happening now. Detective Slenderman or whatever wants NAMES and I don't want to be DEAD so he's getting his goddamn names.

Now don't worry, I'm not a complete asshole. I'm not going to charge right up to the fucker and sell all of you out, but I can only give the guy fake names and bullshit for so long before he starts catching on and sends the murder patrol to my front door. SO HERE'S HOW THIS IS GOING TO WORK (it probably won't work but I like to pretend to be optimistic): I need volunteers. I need actual REAL LEGIT NAMES to give this dude. Yes that would make life harder for you and YES it would be a giant pain in the ass but maybe we can think of a way to make this work to our advantage somehow? OR you can all just tell me to fuck off and worst case scenario only I have to become dead because I'd rather do that than get anyone else killed. Still though I'd prefer to be ALIVE.

PS: As a general rule, if you're not old enough to drink you're not old enough to volunteer for something this goddamn stupid so you dumbass teenagers can just fuck right off. At the very least nobody's going to be able to accuse me of getting kids mixed up in this.

PPS: I KNOW, I'M A MORON, I GET IT, I'M SORRY, ETC. SHIT HAPPENS, DEAL WITH IT.

caosgo

I'm assuming the breakout was...a success. Thankfully. We don't need any more casualties.

I figured it would be a good idea to notify everyone about this, in light of recent events. The incident that left me out of commission for a while was a new ability, and I believe I've found a way for it to be useful. I'm not sure how else to put this, but

[there's a bit of a pause here.]

I can hear the radio. In my head, I mean. [it looks so ridiculous as he types it, but he pushes on.] I've managed to pinpoint a specific frequency, but with practice I might be able to connect to other ones. I'm not entirely sure how this works, but I guess that goes for plenty of people's experiences here.

I admit I'm not exactly a scientist, so I'm not sure how to go about testing the limits of this. But any suggestions would be welcome. And if there's any situation where it might be useful, don't hesitate to let me know.

toobig

[At the beginning of the message, there's an image. Bertholdt's still far too shy to make a video post or something, but the gear is there as well as the straps and his Scouting Legion cloak wrap.]

I hadn't looked in my storage closet for a few weeks... and this was inside when I went to get my good winter jacket ...not that I really need it with how... warm my body is now, but Ellie is still insisting on it for some reason?

Uh, anyway. I definitely can't use this stuff, even if my past self did. My skin is... too tight, it's hard to move normally let alone... uh-- do that sort of stuff.

So, uhm... if anyone... wants to take it... really far away from me... that'd be great...

I put it back... in the closet, but uh, now I can't stop thinking about it being there s-so... someone should just uh-- take it off my hands, please.

[Please. Ryan doesn't need to get excited about it either...!!!]

elfstoned

[PUBLIC]

Dr. Strider here. I'm back. I apologize -- personal business took me away from the city shortly before the Dead District bombing, and I've only just been able to return.

Has anyone discovered the culprits behind the explosion? I mean, we all suspect ThunderCorp and its allies, but has anyone been able to PROVE it? What about the bombs themselves -- have we been able to discern what the bombs were? Not an easy task, I'm sure, since of course the police will be keeping everyone out, but it's worth asking.

And what about the Tuning Towers buzzing?

Has anyone located the source?

[FILTERED TO EMMANUEL]

I'd like to talk to you about those legends you mentioned a few weeks ago.

[FILTERED TO SOPHIE]

[voice:]

You were the one who could see the shape of things underground. Am I right?

[Action, clinic, Wednesday the 13th, locked to Ravi]

[Aaron came back two days ago, looking -- well, looking not quite so bad as he did when he left. His first night here was sleepless, though; he has just as much on his mind as he did when he left.

He needs to speak with somebody about this, though. Somebody he knows won't spread this information around, someone who understands the dangers of panic. There had already been an ill-advised attack on Tuning Towers, for god's sake. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he told the whole host of numbered about what he knew.

Ravi was going to be that person, and when he came in, Aaron was busy with a patient. As soon as Aaron was free, though, as soon as all information had been exchanged and payment secured and the young woman was on her way, he went into the small, windowless room that served as an office, filed her information, then stuck his head out the door.]

Ravi? I need to talk to you for a minute.

caosgo

Hello, everyone. I want to apologize profusely for the delay in posting this, but the last month has been...well. I'm sure most of you have an idea.

( and here is the IC F.A.Q., finally )

Last but not least, several weeks ago I did some research into Locke's history. Not much stood out, but I did discover that the Native American tribe in this area worshiped a snake god as part of their religious practices. Whether this has any connection to the statues created by David Proud (who is, in fact, a descendant of that tribe) remains to be seen. I'd like to open this and more recent events up to discussion.

____________________________________________________

Updates as of 11/22/2013

Some other useful posts:

A list of safe public servants
People to go to for research purposes

A spreadsheet for tracking echoes or pulses. Be warned that this is hosted off-network, though if I understand correctly, it's hosted by our resident computer experts who have made it difficult to find. Contributions are completely voluntary.

-Raoul Light, Mikasa Bito and Candy Rodriguez are still missing.

-On October 23rd, a large area of the Dead District was bombed. The cause and perpetrators are still unknown, though we have our suspicions. To the public, the act has been blamed on terrorists, but no evidence or residue from any sort of explosive has been found.

-On Halloween, a party thrown by network members was attacked by what we believe is a "Vermedi". Further details to be added.

-a man believed to be the sculptor David Proud has been sighted in an abandoned subway tunnel.

-The source of the buzzing noise emanating from the ares around Tuning Towers appears to be a large pink rock buried far underground. Any other information is still forthcoming.

[ooc: feel free to thread with each other too, I'm going to be slow but I wanted to get this up.]

caosgo

i almost have all the information compiled im very sorry for the delay

long week and earplugs dont work

i thought maybe a clue iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

[there's a nearly half-minute pause here before it continues, for those watching in real time.]

cant turn it off but the statues. maybe a clue maybe nothing

[Well, that was...informative. This message only decipherable thanks to autocorrect. Hooray for technology.]

julien its good to hear you and everyone are alright

[yeah, it's even hard for him to concentrate enough to remember how to send that privately. Ah, well.]

reapsthewind

Who: Christobel Starsky, Mordin Solus, Elian Price, Emmanuel Hall, Jason Rand
What: Earlier Chris (in a handwaved post because this all kinda got planned in the OOC thread?) said "hey guys let's get up in a rental plane so we can look around!" only this time shit goes horribly wrong instead! Yay!
Where: THE AIR on the outskirts of town
When: Probably Saturday afternoon

See posts below for threads to respond to.

amberhearted

[ there's a subtle difference in alex's tone -- a little less casual, a little more steeled. it's likely to go unnoticed by those who aren't familiar with him. ]

Hey. So.

Julien thinks he got some kind of flu from 'other' him that wiped out a lot of people. We're in an enclosed space right now. We don't want to risk spreading whatever this is, but unless someone's got a quarantine station, I think leaving Locke is our best bet. Until we can get this sorted, I mean.

I'm hoping one of you clever guys and gals have a better idea.

[ man, you know shit's real when alex is volunteering to cross the 'border'.

he risks a glance at the person in the passenger's seat. ]

Banagher and Alex, high schooler Alex, are with us, too.

[ ooc: you may get replies from alex, ax-alex, banagher, and/or julien! ]

theearth

Who: Any and all!
Where: The site of Tuning Towers (and/or en route accordingly), at the heart of the business district in Locke City's downtown.
When: September 22nd and onward.
What: Following that mysterious buzzing sound to its strongest point! Perhaps you made plans with numbered associates for a trip downtown, or perhaps you went a-wandering alone to follow the noise yourself - surely you'll hardly be the only one.

( THE BUZZING INTENSIFIES. )

doomedtheworld

Who: Vanessa and Anybody who replied here who is still interested.
Where: The homes of Juno Young and Steven Reagan.
When: In the late hours of September 22nd
What: Vanessa has discovered the addresses of the Thunder Corp. executives mentioned in Tamara's intercepted emails. She's going in.

I guess everybody saw those lights last night so there's no point in asking about that.

More importantly I found out where those executives from that email exchange live (thanks for the help, you know who you are) and I'm heading there tonight to see if they bring any of their work home with them. I dont know what there is to find but it's probably easier to get into their houses than it is to get into their offices. I could use a hand if anybody wants to help out even if it's just somebody who can keep an eye out for the cops. Bring a mask and gloves if you decide to come along.

Otherwise I'll let you all know how it went tomorrow.

elfstoned

I had an idea yesterday for a code the numbers club could use to indicate that a place was safe, or a person could help them.

Hear me out. For places, it would work like chalk signs -- small, innocuous symbols that would mean a house would offer shelter, or protection, or medical help. And for people...well, I'm not sure whether a spoken phrase or a visual sign would be best. Perhaps even a card or badge, or badges that varied from person to person for security's sake, but all containing a common theme or element that someone from the network would recognize. If we did decide to go that route, I was thinking that element might be a thorn, borrowing from our enemy's garden metaphor, but I'm still not entirely convinced that carrying something that will identify us as affiliated with the network is a good idea.

It will be dangerous, if the secret gets out to the police or ThunderCorp. We can't be sure that everyone on the network can be trusted. But for those of us who have already put our names and faces on the network, well, it wouldn't put us in any additional danger.

What do the rest of you think? Who else would be willing to do this?

lightsoflife

As anyone reading this may know by now, the issue of the tainted water has been dealt with. Thanks to everyone involved in the tipoffs. Some notes about the water, now that it's over:

According to the work we did in the lab, the substance added to the water supply can be detected but cannot be filtered out through any known means.

When either the substance or the substance/water solution came in contact of a sample of my own DNA, a strange reaction occurred. I can't say much more about that since this part of the testing was conducted quickly, informally and off the record. But it corroborates what I've heard from Dr. Solus, who's also suggested that it only affects those of us who can access this network.

That may say a few interesting things on its own. I've had suspicions to this effect since I first read about the water, but the fact that there exists a drug that affects only us implies that something is different about our physiology that was targeted in the past month - and it's a good bet that those who were putting it into the water know that. The hows and whys and even the whens, however, are still unknown.

Unfortunately, further analysis hasn't yielded any more useful information. Whatever they put in the water, it's not common.

needsmorezippers

So. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I got mind-reading powers from one of the Pulse things and I went around listening to people after we blew up everything to do with the water. Including around ThunderCorp.

We definitely made them nervous with this whole thing and they were forced to stop the dumping. Plus they're worried about having to watch their steps for a while, which if we could keep up the public watch on them that would help us.

Unfortunately, not that this is a surprise, they kind of have it out for whoever started the rumors in the first place. I hope everyone was careful with how they leaked stuff.

Also, I heard something about finding a 'Target One'? Did we know about that already and I just missed it, or is that new?

angelskills

Hello! I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I've been getting used to this ... um, well, this new weird power, I guess I should call it!

I was wondering, how have you all been managing with your new powers? Or memories? It's made daily things pretty difficult, huh?

There's... also something else. A while back quite a few of us went to the old jail during a patrol and... what we found was [ scary ] very strange. Have you guys heard about it from anyone else who went yet? I just... I don't like thinking about it, but I'd just like to make sure, since it's something relevant to all of us.

If you don't want to know that's all right. But if you do, please just let me know.

Take care, everyone.

caosgo

[Emmanuel's sitting at his desk at home, in casual clothes, looking a little bit apprehensive. Despite having a job that technically requires public speaking, he's never really addressed the network like this before. But since he hosted the last meeting, there doesn't seem to be a point in hiding his face anymore. There's a rustle of paper, and he looks down. He actually wrote down a few things to say to make sure he'd cover them.]

Hello, everyone. If we haven't met yet, I'm Reverend Hall. [he reaches up to scratch the back of his head.] I'm the minister at St. John's downtown, which is where we had the last meeting. Also, for anyone new, self-defense lessons are held there every Wednesday night.

We discussed a lot of important things the other week, but I noticed something we missed. It seems like the F.A.Q. that gets passed around hasn't updated in a while. I'm not sure if the person who wrote it is still with us...

[he trails off here, frowning, then holds up a hand.]

I mean--not in the morbid sense. Just that they may have forgotten everything. Been...disconnected? I'm not sure we have a term for that yet. Anyway, uh--

[okay, he's rambling. Time to check the list.] I just meant to say that it should probably be updated with a few things, especially since we seem to be getting more new people every day. If necessary, I can take over recording anything important that happens so other people can have the information. This is pretty critical now, I think, because things have been getting steadily more dangerous.

[he sobers here, visually, sitting back and straightening his shoulders.]

I just want to impress it upon everyone, even if you've just connected and you think this is all a joke--there's no harm in being cautious. Please. I don't think any of us want to see anyone else get hurt, or worse. I know someone was trying to gather information on what all of us have to offer, but I'm not sure how far that's gotten. I get that some people still want to be cautious about letting people know who they are here, but if you have any sort of medical expertise, connections, that kind of thing, and you feel brave enough to offer, please do. At the meeting I proposed a mutual fund for anyone that needs it, as well. I can keep track of it, though ideally someone who knows more about making bank accounts untraceable might want to handle that...it could be for anything from emergency food to contact lenses for people who can't really hide their changes.

[as Emmanuel keeps speaking, he gets less hesitant and more focused. He finishes with his hands clasped on the desk in front of him.]

Other than that, I was wondering if anyone had an update on the water situation. I know there was talk about dropping the information to the media, but did that pan out?

[he also writes in a link to said FAQ after his post.]

espigeonage

Who: Emmanuel and Julien
Where Starting at the LSR clinic
When: Backdated to the 25th of August, some time after this

( You can run but you can't hide/Because no one here gets out alive/Find a friend on whom you can rely )

dorkytracksuit

i was wondering... is anyone on here religious? or i dunno "spiritual" i guess?

i've been thinking a lot about souls lately. like, can souls be connected to other people across lifetimes? can past life actions effect current outcomes? i know at least from a christian standpoint, that's not true. souls are supposed to be eternal yeah, but not getting reborn all the time! then there's some people who say we don't even really have "souls" at all. i used to believe in souls, but souls should be made by god, but if.. if past lives are real, and if your past life was less than human does that mean you don't have a soul? or does the "alien threat" we're facing right now somehow prove if god exists then he's not all powerful? or was this all part of some ultimate powers plan from the very start???

i know it doesn't matter to a lot of people, but it's just something that's been going through my mind.

were we always just here to save a spot for someone else, to host the people we remember? i don't want to think of it like that, but there's no other way i can conceive of it.

----

if we leave the city, we forget, sometimes people here forget, for no reason we can discern. i think that we should try and figure out this reason. there are some people here, i think, especially the younger people here, that shouldn't have to be put through something like this. i think, maybe if there was a way we could make it a choice.. that would be better.

i'm not a scientist i can't begin to think of how to figure out why people forget and why they don't, but if someone had an idea, i would try to help however i could so, let me know i guess.

shiromadoushi

So, show of hands. Who here remembers a name of the person they're getting flashbacks from?

dorkytracksuit

wow holy shit i need doctor. one to come here because clearly i can never leave my house ever again. fuck.

shit okay. in other news; i bought a house. it has three rooms and a pull out couch so we can probably fit like i don't know, 8 people in here if some folks are willing to share. this is going to be a safe house okay. i bolded it to make sure you notice that part. i'll even type it again huge.

this is going to be a safe house.

if you need a place to go, and you can't go home, or you don't have a home, or something happens and you need help. come here

okay done, annoying font use is over.

in addition paying for this house is going to get a lot fucking harder now that i can NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE. so if anyone wants to help with upkeep, rent, food, etc that would certainly be appreciated. thanks.

rota

[Well, Toni never expected her first post on the network to be something like this. But it seems like Nick and Kotetsu aren't outing her, so she can still maintain a degree of anonymity here.]

On the case of Ms. Candy: I regret to inform everyone that there are no official records of her arrest, and the last sign of her had been muted security footage of her being transferred from the station to a police vehicle. Unfortunately, there was no way to tell where this car was headed, or where it is now.

No people have been identified from the footage, save for Chief Simon Edward and Det. Jason Sherman, the former of which I believe we should all know from the murder of Mr. Paul Ben.

Should there be more information in the future, I will not hesitate to share it here.

My condolences to Ms. Candy's family and friends.

Please be careful everyone.
Nat Grey

ETA (08/19, 1400hrs): It has come to my attention that Det. Sherman is not human. His race or species is unknown as of this time but I will attempt to look further into this.

[Welp, there goes her monicker. Hopefully it wont point to her.]

reapsthewind

[doop doop chris is on video. For you newcomers, she looks like this, and yes, the robot arms and eyes are real. Also, she has a very annoying voice.

She takes a cold drink of tap water before she starts talking]

I have some important info I've discovered... that's part of why I've been MIA lately. Turns out having a for real full time job is hard. I... actually quit teaching. Sorry I didn't let you college kids know, but, eh, knowing my reputation that's probably a relief. In any case, the pay at this tech firm is way better, so even if I drop down to part time so I can finish classes I'll be making a lot more money.

That's not the point, though. The point is that the company I work for now, Integrated Avionic Solutions, has a contract with Thunder Corp. I hadn't known about it till recently, but I applied to get transferred to that team since they were working on avionics systems, and that's my specialty. Which... was weird. And kind of upsetting since they first put me under an NDA, which, whatever, fuck you guys, I don't think the NSA can crack THIS network. ...

[She looks around briefly, then pops the battery out of her phone.]

Wow I hope the government hasn't bugged my shitty apartment. ANYWAY. The point is, the software they were having me work on was more for military aircraft. And not just drones, either, we were talking about pilot control inputs.

So I did some more investigation and eventually managed to figure out that... Thunder Corporation is manufacturing military aircraft. Like, serious business military aircraft. They're nice machines, too...

[for a moment, she sounds a little wistful]

But no no, the point here is that these things are war machines. Killing machines. Look, I snagged a few photos.

[pause]

Also wow hey having money is super nice because I can rig up shit like this!

[She actually just pulls the photos up on the screen with a gesture -- she's rigged up some very simple gesture sensing-device that works automatically with whatever software she's using for streaming. In fact, it's probably a heavily modified Kinekt.

That's cool! But what she pulls up is not. It's a heavily fortified manufacturing facility with, just as she said, REALLY nice military aircraft.]

I did my best to sabotage them. I didn't want to get caught, so there wasn't much I could do, but for the moment I've introduced some problems into the software that will cause the machines to fail to take off, and the weapons to fail to fire. I did a little physical tinkering too, mostly just putting in the wrong wires. Mainly I was making sure the things can't get into the air and can't fire their weapons, since I have no idea if they're going to put civilian pilots in these or not.

[big sigh]

This shit is crazy. Military aircraft. Anyway, does anyone else have any intel on this, any idea what's going ha ha ffff fff tee hee

What the haa hoo ha ha ffffffffffffffffff

[Whoops, drank the tap water. She's giggling like crazy now.]

Shitting jesus, is there ha ahfasjdj something in the pfffft water? Oh my god they've haha drugged...

[her eyes go really wide suddenly -- the pupils and irises expand way, way, way past what a human's should do, turning them almost totally bright red. She's still laughing, but it's pretty clear she's totally checked out]

I told... I told that fool not to go any closer! That slagging glitchhead, why didn't he listen to me!

[She blinks a few times, but she's visibly very upset and shaking -- all the while also still laughing. ha ha wow giggle water sure is funny]

I uh. I'm swi--fff oh god I'm upset about flashbacks about space robots, christ -- I'm ffff SWITCHING TO TEXT NOW.

[She cuts the video and will be replying in text, because gigglewater & upsetting memories = not really conducive to verbal communication]

formermagicalgirl

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

( Assume this is something witty )

enrages

[ It's a voice post because RYAN BROKE KARSON'S FUCKING IPHONE SCREEN YOU PUNK ]

Hey... Do you guys remember the girl who worked at the cupcake store? Candy. She was on the network with us. Have you seen her lately? I...

[ There's a long pause then a sigh. ]

I talked to her girlfriend; she's gone missing. Said the police were snooping around too. I... yeah. Just. Please tell me someone here has taken her in or is hiding her or---

Candy, please respond.

formermagicalgirl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

espigeonage

Who: Julien and whoever decided to come with him! See the plot post.
Where: The Locke City Reservoir, maybe an hour's drive west of the city center. It's a fair-sized lake surrounded by forest, with a shoreline that is mostly inclined gravel. It's not suited to canoeing or camping and isn't a recreation site, but the area isn't exactly off limits either.
When: Sunday the 11th! Forwards-dated slightly.
What: Finding the source of the contaminated water.

( What she wears, what she wears, what she wears )

darkhourdear

[So like everything Phillip does on the network, this is handwritten, but it looks like he's trying very hard to make it look nice.]

Hi everybody! I know it's been kind of strange here lately with the water and everything, but I wanted to tell you all about the community theater play that's playing next week! We're doing 'Samuel Satyr' and I'm playing a Lost Kid! It's really good and I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with the numbers except I'm in it, so that's nice right?

[There's a moment of pause before Phillip kind of... pastes a flyer with all the relevant information in his notebook for you all to see.]

[ooc: Yes, it is a Peter Pan expy. If anyone wants me to put up a general log for the community theater/mingling I will do so!]

ursoreckless

[he's been posting on the network mostly in video so he wasn't going to start to change it. the bright blondness of his hair was fading to more natural reddish-blond, the mass of curls trimmed to a more manageable mess but despite the make over, he looks tired, withdrawn and a little sad.]

What kind of messed up life would have a couple guys using live ammo on each other and laugh about it?

[his accent has gotten thicker and rougher. there's still some care to make sure he's understandable, though far less attempts at refined pronunciation.]

Almost acting like a bunch of kids, running around shooting toy guns but the blood and guns're real and I know I was bleeding all over.

We both were.

[a sighs and he shuffles around a little, the phone moving with him. it seems he was laying on that big comfy white couch of his.]

Anybody else getting weird fighting dreams too? [because it might help to hear other people having similar dreams.]

unwakingwaters

[Maya looks... strained.]

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

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

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

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

And...

...

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

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

[A grim smile]

But I won that divorce settlement.

... that's all.

teuton

[ It's a bit later at night, and Julia's looking like a mess. Hair on the left side of her face is caked with drying blood, and she's got a rapidly reddening once-white washcloth that she's pressing against an area above her eyebrow. God knows where she is-- there's a brick wall behind her and it looks like she's sitting on a sidewalk. She smiles a bit harmlessly and gives a little sloppy wave before speaking. ]

Do not have the alarms; I am fine. Okay, okay. Th-This is okay. [ She moves the cloth away from her head for a moment to indicate it, but that only prompts a bit of blood to run down her face. The cloth goes back. ]

But I am thinking, think, I think... that I must have those... Ah, um, ah, it's... um. Wie sagt man Nähte? like sewing? Stitches? Skin stitchies? I, ah, forget all the easy words, sorry. [ siigh ]

Aber... know you where I can find peoples to help.... Um, without asking questions? Or to, um, drive me to my house? It's. I find difficulties in the think now and knew not who that I can call? Just knew the numbers, hah. Um... Sorry, ah.

[ Her smile drops for the most briefest of moments before she ends the video. ]

unwakingwaters

[this is written in dark blue fountain pen on nice paper with a close cursive hand]

7/19/2013

Right, so, starting out in my usual way of warmups with too much exposition as to my exact circumstances at current -- trying to remind myself of the dream I had when I was thirteen exactly by exactly copying out the contents of the journal I made that night.

So...

#2027952

February 7, 1966

Dear Diary: Last night I had the strangest dream, the most wonderfully clear dream, about a golden room with great stained glass windows, and a test I had to take to--

[there's a great big ink stain here and then actually some significant time passes as Maya reads all the text suddenly in her nice new notebook. At least an hour.]

Well.

If it weren't for the fact that this fully navigable website appeared in a perfectly ordinary leather-bound notebook, I would dismiss it as a particularly inspired ARG. But as it stands, this appeared in a notebook. I normally consider myself quite a skeptic but well. This, I believe, qualifies as extraordinary proof.

I think I met some of you at the convention the other day. My name is Maya Aaronson. I've at least gathered from your entries that this is a secret network of some sort, that some of you are experiencing physical and mental changes that seem impossible (but again, you've provided extremely compelling evidence) and that there's... something out there.

Could someone provide me with a little more detail?

pitch_slap

[The handwriting is fine, neat, and flowing, a practiced hand, remarkably consistent. Someone used to writing a lot. It seems as if the post is written on blank music sheets, the letters following the lines of the staff. The numbers are written first, then the same numbers translated into musical notes. Then the writing begins.]

It seems like everyone on the network has got these numbers in their heads, right? And there's all these strange things in the news but what I want to know is

Has anybody had, well, voices? In their heads?

I know it sounds crazy, but I guess if it is we've got good reason for it, huh?

[There's a smudge where someone wrote something, and then erased it to a smear.] _sorry

Let me know?

searchforpeace

[Audrey gets down to business to begin with.]

I've booked a party room at a local arcade near the pizzeria at [address and street does here] for Sunday. We're booked under the guise of a gaming club so if you have trouble finding the reserved room towards the back of the arcade, the attendants there ought to know it as simply an as-yet unnamed gaming club meeting.

A webcam feed over the network should be available for those who wish to view the meeting but are unable or unwilling to attend.

Likewise given this guise, I would like to learn more about gaming in general. I have planned for this to be my primary 'reason' for having set up this 'club' if asked by others. Anyone who attends is welcome to likewise say they are attending for such purposes, as well as recreational ones.

[Following this bit of surefooted and confident talk, the teen clears her throat and looks aside. The mood fades from that confidence to something more reticent.]

If I may address something more personal...

[She shifts in her seat now.]

I've remembered something that doesn't place me in the best of lights, I'm afraid. Or... ah, the other me. Or the me I was before. I'm not certain how to address her yet. Someone told me to accept that was who I was and isn't who I am now. The feelings however...

[And Audrey sort of trails off lamely there, lips pressing together.]

Unpleasant memories are different when they involve someone other than yourself as well.

birdinthehand

Who: Takayuki Izumi and you? Yes, you!
What: He hasn't given up his day job yet, so this fledgling criminal is actually doing some real work.
Where: The Telco Mobile booth at the Shady Oaks Mall
When: July 13th, during regular mall business hours.

( Cellphone contracts aren't terribly honest... )

espigeonage

[You're treated to an unsteady, sort of skewed moving view of the inside of the apartment Julien shares with his sister. Visible mostly are the floor, the lower edges of walls and furnishings, and his legs and bare feet as he walks nervously through, but it's decent enough. Not entirely neat but clean, at least. To human eyes. He sounds... well, he's gotten so good at sounding normal, but right now Julien's talking with two nearly-identical harmonizing voices and a sort of flange, and doesn't sound good.]

Is this even working? Shit. I don't - it looks sort of like home but this doesn't make any sense, why is - what - dyes? Ugh, god, look at this. I don't... look, what is even with that! [It's a laundry basket full of haphazardly stacked clothes. Looks totally normal.] Even my hands, that's so gross. [There's a flash of one of them. Clean, with trimmed fingernails.]

That's her handwriting. [A note in blue pen on the kitchen table, saying did the headache pass? he might be sick if he's sleeping in this late and don't you dare try to tough it out, saying she took Valerie to the daycare, and go the other way if he meets sootballs again.] Pens don't come in that... color. Nothing is that color. Shit. Am I even... in Kansas anymore?

[The view starts to turn but stops on a shot that includes the window. Blue midmorning sky, barely a cloud in sight, but his phone trembles and he sounds even worse.]

Oh my god.

Oh god.

- I can't stay here.

[So yeah! Bird vision: not like ours. If the game was a series and people RPed him, this would be used as proof that he doesn't react well stuck in jamjars.]

struckout

Who: Kallie + whoever else who might be at St. John's Episcopal Church after the service is over.
What: Empty church things.
Where: The aforementioned church.
When: Sunday afternoon, June 16th.

( It's Lightning 2.0 in a church, alright. )

moarnomsplz

OK so like all these vision things are kind of coming together and I

[unintelligible scribble; if you're watching in real time, you could see 'don't know what to do' and 'don't think I like it.']

know I'm not the only one who's looking at maybe not [writing more slowly now] being who I thought I was?

Or even what I thought I was.

I kind of feel like I'm whining because I know a lot of you guys are dealing with this kind of thing too and have it worse. Like it's not obvious yet for me. But if this keeps going and I'm going to be some I don't even know. Some probably-alien that's blue and can't talk right. I won't be able to hide it for long.

So what the hell are we going to do? I feel like we should have a safe house or something, but there's not much I can do to make that happen.

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