savetheearth | Entries tagged with tales of symphonia: lloyd irving

Who: Karl Aurion, Lloyd Irving
When: FATHER'S DAY
Where: Karl's apartment
What: A son gives his dad something for father's day.

( between a son and his long lost dad )

squicksilver

[ Alex is holding his phone in a selfie video shot. He’s in his street clothes, hence no glitter or sequins, but there is… something perched on his shoulder. ]

Hello, hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I see you’ve all been terribly busy, what with traffic problems and power outages and echoing back pastry and —

HEADS STRAIGHT UP THEIR ASSES!

[ The something just talked. It’s a doll: a creepy, horrible doll that just now seemed to come alive. Alex shifts the camera angle, so her maniacal grin is more clearly visible. ]

Ha! Ha! Ha! Goodness, Emily. You naughty girl! Nobody likes to be reminded how short-sighted and parochial they are. So, without further ado…

There’s been another murder, ho-hum for Vegas, right? A Thomas Lowry from Colorado here for a convention. Sound familiar to anybody? I never saw him on the network, so I don’t believe he was part of our little club, but who knows? Anywaaaay! Shot in the heart and found in a gondola in the Venetian.

In other news, the pink light came back, and this time it seems to be here to stay. Unfortunately it’s been encouraging our latest batch of —

SICK MORONS!

— eccentrics, who were already abnormally excited by the murders. And finally… hm well. I suppose I might as well show you this, cos I was there.

[ He scrolls through his video clips, finally clicking on one of them. He speaks in a voice-over, above the muted sounds of shrieking: ]

The local shellfish decided getting boiled in a pot wasn’t quite what they wanted out of life, and… well…. as you can see…

[ The Bellagio fountain is roiling with crustaceans: crabs pour over the sides of the fountain, and scuttle sideways away. Lobsters wave their great claws, balefully. One of them manages to clamber up a railing, jump down and pinch an eager acolyte of “Children of the Shell” in the ass. ]

Ha! Ha! Ha! It’s very amusing, isn’t it Emily? But nothing particularly out of the ordinary for Vegas, right? And certainly not worth a trip down here, to sort out what’s going on.

[ His voice is sounding increasingly strained. ]

Right, well. Carry on! And I just wanted to say —

[ Emily hurls herself at the phone, filling the frame with her fixed, awful grin, whilst screaming: ]

GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE, YOU SUPERHERO IDIOTS!

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion, Lloyd Irving, Melissa Lyre
Where: Police station and then Karl's place
When: 06/16 after one of the blackouts
What: Two good Samaritans nurse a newly immortal idiot back to health and finally meet.

( and rooms always spin! always!! )

boredallready

Guys guys guys! I just got the best Echo-Pulse-Thingy ever!

[The camera pans to one side to show a large white and green canine standing next to him. You may not that he didn't really have to tip the image down to get its face in the shot. In fact, he may have gone up just a little bit It really does look like it's standing on all fours, too.

The picture goes back to Lloyd.]

I got a dog! I guess he was mine before and his name is Noishe!

[His excitement morphs into something closer to a nervous smile.]

So...what am I supposed to tell my dad? I sorta haven't told him about any of this yet...

abhero

[Imagine Emil’s surprise when he checked the network and realized his favorite teacher - and by “favorite” I mean god damn annoying is 1) on the network 2) an undercover cop. Soon enough though, the surprise turned into pure devilish joy. He found some very interesting videos a while ago, and the only downside of “Mr. Locke’s” departure from school was that Emil missed the chance of sharing them. Well, now he has his chance, on the network no less! What a great turn of events.]

this week one of our members returned after losing his echoes some of us only know him through the network. others know him through school or through the police force but whether we know him as richard locke karl aurion or both there are many things about him we don’t know for example not many people know that before his glorious career as a cop and his stint as a fake school teacher karl aurion tried something completely different - a short lived music career! i’m happy to tell you that i’ve managed to put my hands on some rare footage that i’m about to share with everyone (consider this a welcome back gift mr aurion everyone should enjoy your angelic voice)

[There are a few videos embedded in the post. The first features a 15 year old Karl and band performing this song. Young Karl is wearing long 80s hair and pants so tight they look drawn on. If anyone has any doubts about his identity, the AURION on the back of his tasseled leather jacket should make it clear. It’s written in rhinestones and sparkles quite nicely. Karl is giving a very poor impression of David Lee Roth - he was clearly going for sexy, but mostly he looks drunk. The video ends when Karl trips over the mic cord.

The other videos are pretty much the same, with different songs. Sometimes instead of a jacket, Karl is wearing a terrible 80s t-shirt. Sometime he has a bandana. Sadly, his movements don’t grow more graceful.]

nice right??? shame he gave it up there’s more here [A link to a youtube channel] but i collected the best ones here if you still wanna take a look i recommend the oldest ones

[Because the later videos are actually good.]

EDIT!! i've been informed by a trusted source that mr aurion still has the jacket: Keeps it carefully dusted and cleaned and everything. He counts all the rhinestones in that "AURION" every morning to make sure none of them have fallen off. Paid $580 for it to be costum made. The inside is lined with rainbow paisley. that's precious isn't it??

[Thank you Danny.]

onecream_fivesugar

( Private to Melissa Lyre )

[Voice]

Oh-uh. Hey there everybody.

So I was supposed to go to the mall with my aunt but she kind of ditched me, I guess?

Anyways I'm already here so I was wondering if anyone would like to join me for a bit to eat slash shopping. It'll be really fun, I promise!

...Pretty please?

...Did that sound to desperate? I really hope it didn't.

[Action]

[Or for anyone who's just at the mall and not checking the network. There's a fifteen year old girl sitting at the food court looking down at her phone, kicking her feet and just looking all around a little miserable.

...What do?]

flamberge

Loss of echoes is by far one of the most irksome experiences, as is the sudden recollection of them. [The timing of this one had been super bad too.] However, as of yesterday, mine have returned. Given that no odd occurrences have been in the news or in the reports I've seen, the colorful vigilantism aside, I take it nothing of notice has occurred during this time?

[Damn that vigilantism and the pain in the ass paperwork that comes with it. Nice that happens, not nice that it takes hours to write up.]

I also ought to mention, though it should be obvious due my prolonged absence, that I will no longer be undercover at Locke City High School as Richard Locke. Not only is my present workload far too large to permit for it, but my superiors deemed it no longer necessary. Under our new 'management', if you were, the department is attempting something unheard of, namely being a police force without gratuitous levels of corruption among its ranks.

[Karl sounds both amused and, though difficult to tell, hopeful while saying that last line. Will the force change? Will it just go back to what it was? Who knows. The connection is almost cut before he remembers something. Between the trial and loss of echoes, he hadn't had the time to really address this.]

One final matter, does the following have any meaning to anyone here?

[A breath gets taken before he speaks once more.]

Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana.
A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero’s life was sacrificed in order to take its place.
Grieving over the loss, the goddess disappeared unto the heavens.
The goddess left the angels with this edict: “You must wake me, for if I should sleep, the world shall be destroyed.”
The angels bore the Chosen One, who headed towards the tower that reached up unto the heavens.
And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the world.

[And, following an uncertain pause at the almost fairy tale like little story, the connection ends.]

featherduster

[ Given how much FBI and police blood, sweat, and (mostly) tears went into quelling the vermini outbreak in Locke City, similarly suspicious occurrences in Las Vegas are bound to inflame a few fears, even all the way in New Jersey.

It's how this YouTube video ends up sliding across the FBI's desks this Tuesday morning, not 12 hours after it was filmed and put up. It will probably be going viral shortly. ]

Two very important public service announcements this morning. The first, for those of you in Vegas, is this video.

CW: bunny violence.

[ The following is a shaky phone cam video of a blonde man in a top hat and a glittering, sequined tuxedo. He’s mid-patter, about to set up a card trick, when he suddenly starts to sneeze. He apologizes and tries to blow his nose, except his handkerchiefs keep turning into doves and flying away. Finally, with a look of dawning realization, he sweeps off his top hat (first tipping it to the audience, demonstrating that it’s empty) and theatrically reaches into it.

“Why, it’s as I suspected! You see, I’m terrrrrribly allergic to — AAAAAAAA!”

He yanks his hand out of the hat, hurling it to the ground. Something white flies out of it and attaches itself to the man’s throat, bowling him over. There’s blood everywhere, the man is still shrieking, and at this point the video gets too shaky to see clearly, one hopes because the particular audience member doing the filming is too horrified to continue, but actually it’s because he (along with the rest of the crowd) is laughing too hard. ]

I know the cops aren't exactly our favorites around here, but if you end up running into something you don't think you can handle, call the police. Or animal control or... I dunno, somebody with a net. Personal safety first, secure your own mask before helping others with theirs, etc. etc.

Second public service announcement: be kind to our fluffy animal friends, because they have feelings, too. And also teeth.

[ THAT ONE'S FOR YOU, ALEX I-DON'T-NEED-FLUFFY-DUCKS MERCURE. ]

Oh, and our good friend Mr. Mercure is mostly fine, before you ask. Turns out everything's more dramatic in Vegas.

boredallready

[It looks like Lloyd is using his phone and standing outside of Locke City High near a section of wall that is otherwise abandoned. The quick glances from side to side before he speaks confirm that much.]

Okay, Dad wouldn't answer me on the way to school and you guys are usually pretty good at knowing stuff. What all are you allowed to do when you're 18?

[He grins.]

'Cause guess how old I am today~

drawitagain

[Haruka's dumb, goofy face shows up on the network, his tongue slightly protruding from the very corner of his mouth. In his hand is a pencil, and he seems very focused on whatever it is he's writing.]

I hope I'm not causing too much trouble for any of you right now, but I had an idea. Things seem to be getting pretty complicated lately...All the stuff with those three aliens, and everything going on here and in Vegas, it's pretty hard to stay positive. But you know what cheers me up when I'm not feeling too hot?

Art! So, I'm gonna write my number down on this piece of paper, and then whatever I draw should come through to the network, right? Just like when we do handwritten messages. I thought maybe, if people were browsing the network and saw some nice art being drawn, it might distract them from their bad day, or calm them down. I know watching art in progress always helps me with my nerves!

So, here we go! [Haruka immediately begins drawing, each line being transferred over the network to show his work in progress slowly becoming more and more complete.] I'm drawing something I saw in one of the memories I got back. I know sometimes they can be pretty scary, but this one just makes me...hungry! [A laugh as he continues drawing. The drawing starts to become something more recognizable--a scene depicting rows and rows of festival stands containing all sorts of delicious food, gently tinted in the orange glow of the sunset overhead.]

Maybe I'll get some of it back one day, doesn't it look good? [Now putting the finishing touches, he diligently colors in each food item with colored pencil.] Bright and colorful! Happy food for happy people. I'm tempted to draw smiley faces on them, actually!

You know, if you haven't tried authentic japanese festival food before, I highly recommend it. My parents make this sort of stuff from time to time when they feel like we need a shot in the arm of tradition. Maybe I can invite some of you over sometime!

[After a few more minutes of diligent work and lots of Bob Ross inspired commentary, Haruka scribbles "all done!" into the corner of the picture and signs it.] And there you have it! I hope this doesn't bother you too much if you aren't interested in it, and...I guess I hope it can remind some of you to try to focus on the good things instead of the bad? Like takoyaki...

I'll try to draw on here as much as I can, maybe I'll try to depict my new memories as best I can? If it's not too troublesome, that is! I just want to share something nice with everyone, it's about all I can do right now since I'm stuck at home and I don't really have any cool powers that I can use to contribute. So...thanks for watching!

mimicery

[It had been a few weeks since her last encounter with the snake attack in downtown but she never could have thought that everything would end up like this. Nevertheless, now that she was on the network?

Looks like she didn't have a choice. With a heavy sigh, she finally responded.]

So I got a quick question. Is there anyone here who doesn't want to be a part of this?

No offense but this isn't the type of thing I would go for. If you want to, then go ahead but I'm not suited for this. Between that snake attack and those aliens, there's got to be something else for those who can't handle it. Yeah, yeah, I can go help at the hospital but who wants to deal with seeing that everyday? That's a lot for an adult or even a kid to handle don't you think? What can a 10 year old do here?

[And not die in the process? However, there was some tapping noises coming from her other end.]

Whatever, I just want someone to get the numbers out of my head! I don't need another snake attack destroying the city or killing me!

[But she did have to admit, she was a little curious about whoever that person was that saved her.]

notspecial

[The video opens with a teenage boy waving wildly. While he talks, his arms are almost constantly in motion - folding, unfolding, getting thrown up in the air, pointing at the screen, and so on.]

Hey, everyone! My name's Evan and I guess I'm new? I've been wondering what these numbers meant for a while! Then I wrote them down the other day, and whoa! Check out all of this! How long has this been going on? All you guys are the ones, right? The heroes from the snake fight a while back? This explains a lot, I bet a lot's been going down around here along with the snake and the aliens and everything else normal people already know about.

[Evan starts bouncing on his feet at that, looking thrilled.]

All right! I'm ready to help out! Just tell me where to sign up and I'll do it. Except...

[He scratches his head.]

How do you figure out what kind of powers you have? I don't really remember mine.

believing_heart

[Written in a neat, bubbly print with a bright red gel pen.]

Hi there! I actually had a question that I was hoping someone could answer. A couple of questions, actually!

☆ How common is it for relatives to be Numbered?
☆ If you have a relative that's a Numbered too, how are you related?
☆ Did you both have your first Echoes around the same time?
☆ Were you related in your pasts, too?

Thanks a lot for answering my questions! I've been thinking about this a lot ever since I found out my brother was a Numbered. But I'm sure that if it happened to us, it definitely had to have happened to others also!

italktofish

GUYS! GUYS! I THINK I KNOW WHERE THE OTHER ME CAME FROM!

[There is a dramatic pause, but Arthur is grinning with a giddy sort of energy and looking super excited over everything. He can't hold that dramatic pause for long.]

FROM ATLANTIS!

[Look how excited he is; it's like watching a kid on Christmas morning.]

See, I remember ALL SORTS OF THINGS about Atlantis now! Like I think I could draw a map of it if I had to!

[Not that it would be the world's best map, but hey, a map's a map.]

And it makes sense, too! Why, I even got this outrageous ATLANTEAN SPIRITUAL SONG back a while back, and I've been practicing it ever since! I wanted to make sure it was OUTRAGEOUS my first time sharing it with the network, you know?

[Speaking of sharing it with the network, that time is now. Enjoy being serenaded by Arthur's song, everyone. It sounds as though he is singing in whale ~~like Dory in Finding Nemo~~, so there's a lot of weird EEEURRRRGHHHHH-type noises.]

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion, Lloyd Irving.
When: 4/10
Where: Cemetery, Karl's apartment
What: Grave visiting and family bonding.

( and say hello and goodbye to mom )

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa is so, so done with all this, and she sounds like it.]

Just a heads up: Karl is going to be unavailable for a little while. I don’t know how long exactly, but he wanted me to let you all know he’s not going to be around. He also added that since he won’t be at school, if you’re in his class whatever you had assigned is now cancelled.

[There is a slightly irritated and exasperated sigh on her end.]

Don’t worry, he’s fine. He just being stupid. He’ll be back soon. [he better fucking be back soon.]

farewellmyshadow

[Michael has had his number for weeks and he's been testing it every now and then. Watching the Network had been something of a new past time because these were the guys that saved the city. Who wouldn't want to watch them talk? He just hadn't fully come to realize that he was actually part of it yet.

But, he was in need of their help now so he put on the feed. The fourteen year old looks into the camera not sure what to say at first. But deciding it was better to ask outright than to draw things out he'd ask.]

Excuse me! You're all the heroes that saved Locke City, right? Well I was wondering if I could ask for your help since your heroes and all.

[Aheming, he continues:]

You see my name's Michael and I'm looking for a man named Karl Aurion. Do any of you know who that is?

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. ]

boredallready

Who: Lloyd Irving and ~~Karl Aurion~~ ~~Richard Locke~~ Karl Aurion
When: February 19th, after school
Where: Chemistry classroom
What: Lloyd takes it upon himself to finish subverting a trope.

( if they ever make a fourth one dammit )

titansno

[hello, network! Rachel's got her laptop off to the side and a camera mounted in front of her and that is...certainly a deck of tarot cards being weave-shuffled on their own. just because no one else is in the room, she's got a cigarette dangling out of her mouth.]

Thanks to some people, and they know who they are... [she takes a drag on the cig, dropping off some ash into the tray.] I feel like doing readings. Who wants one? It's fun.

[well. that's simple enough.]

boredallready

[Lloyd's been a bit sparse lately, but he's had a lot on his mind. ~~A lot for him, at least.~~ He doesn't look nearly as cheerful or as confident as he usual does.]

I have a weird question and I figured this would be the best place to ask it cause there are always lots of weird questions here.

I don't think any of you know my dad cause he doesn't have this number, but a lot of people think it's pretty obvious that he's not my "real" dad. We both thought my other dad was dead, but...now I dunno anymore. I think he's alive and that I've talked to him, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't know who I am.

Does...anybody know what you're supposed to do when that happens?

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion, Lloyd Irving
When: 2/3/14
Where: Near Bullets shooting range
What: A son finds out that the reason his dad hasn't told him he's his dad? Is because said dad has no idea.

( he just doesn't know there's a son to love )

twelfthspark

[At first, Arlene thought the number belonged to that guy from the party. Alex or whateverhisface. Perhaps it's lucky the network popped up before she wrote the message she was going to; asking the numbered at large on a date would have been awkward.]

Wow you guys really believe this stuff, don't you.

[Totally sincere and not backhanded at all. Really. What, can't you tell her tone from her typing?]

Okay. So how do I get my own superpowers?

[That actually is asked out of genuine interest, although if she'd bothered to read just a bit more, she'd have an answer to that question.]

flamberge

[Hello Network! Guess who's face pops up after like a month of being MIA? Yup, it's good old Mr Locke, now wearing spiffy new glasses. Behind him, a bit of his fancypants living room can be seen. He stares at the screen momentarily, clearly hesitating, before finally opening his mouth. Boy does he have a lot to say.]

As of Monday this week, my memories of the Network and everything associated with it returned. Nearly a month of unawareness has made me realize how necessary it is to divulge certain information. Not only do you all deserve to hear it, but certain details may prevent unnecessary problems on the chance my memory fails again in the future.

( tl;dr i am cop, cops are bad, i'm now part bird and sorry. )

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion, Lloyd Irving
When: 01/06/14
Where: Locke City High
What: 'Mr. Locke' drops his wallet, his long lost son finds it, DRAMA.

( except i don't even know it yet. )

boredallready

[Here's a face that hasn't been on the network for a few weeks. ~~Anyone who got texts from him must have been so relieved.~~ Not much seems different with him at least, especially the look of confusion.]

So, uh, has anybody else gone out of town and then completely forgotten this number? Cause now that I remember it, I think the last time I checked here was right before Dad and I went to Thanksgiving. It's kind of a weird thing to forget, too.

All that weird stuff that's been going on, too. Like the gangs and the earthquake and the stuff at school. Did that have anything to do with...whatever this is? Has anybody figured that out yet? Uhh, [He attempts to grin, though it seems nervous and forced.] how is everybody, anyway?

gogoghostpowers

Who: Danny Fenton and Lloyd Irving
Where: Lunchtime at Locke High!
When: we're timewarping this shit to before Thanksgiving.
What: Awkward teenagers having awkward lunch at awkward high school talking about awkward stuff.
Warnings: we're going straight into soap opera territory here, GIRD YOUR LOINS PEOPLE

( hormones and soap opera plot lines, oh lawd )

horsesaround

[The first thing that comes into view is a pretty messy, standard teenager's room, coupled with a pretty standard teenager face staring at the screen. Double the standard value right here!

Jason gives the computer a skeptical look. Okay, he could talk to horses. Everything he'd read on this whatever it is? Can be completely real, too, right? Right.]

Alright. So, let's do a quick review for those us who took a nap during class. This thing, the [cue air quotations] Numbers Club, is the supposed terrorist group in town but it's actually not, everyone here seems like a normal person but they're actually not, the police are the supposed good guys but they're actually not.

[Nice long pause right here. Saying all that out loud just made him feel the urge to go call those nice people in white who would put him in that nice, tight jacket and take him away to the loony hotel. He suddenly sighs and rubs the back of his neck.]

Nice as it is to know my horse whispering career actually has a chance of getting up off the ground, I have to say the trade off of serving as target practice for the doughnut boys doesn't seem all that fair. Though I do have one question: [somewhat extended, dramatic pause] anyone here good at geometry? Cause there's around 2 pages worth of the stuff giving me the evil eye right now and winter break kinda destroyed any hope of me remembering how to do this stuff. Suspected terrorists should know something about rhomboids and parasols, right?

[That's parallelograms, Jason.

Hmm... he's forgetting something here. Think think think... OH names! Those are kinda important. He flashes a small, if uncertain grin at the screen.]

Ah right, my name's Jason. Here's to not becoming swiss cheese with you guys.

angelskills

WHO: Colette and YOU! And you, and you. And why not, you too.
WHAT: Open tea parlor log! Come and get some delicious tea and glorious CR.
WHEN: Anytime within the past two weeks? If you'd like a specific date just throw it in the subject line.
WHERE: Posies Tea Parlor! Located near LCU, about 5-10 minutes walking distance.
WHY: Let's make some FRIENDS or something.

( once you've met someone, you're always connected )

moarnomsplz

So I kind of told my parents. Like everything.

They took it about as well as could be expected I guess? But thats why I haven't been around much lately. I had to deal with the fallout and I was trying to like reassure them I'm not going to run off and get myself killed or in big trouble or anything like that.

I'm still grounded, can you believe it?! Just for new reasons.

But I did go w my dad to get another look at Tuning Towers. He definately can't hear the buzzing even that close. [This next part is messier, written much more quickly.] And I sort of wanted to see if it would make me remember something else and it did!

I still don't know what other-me's species is called so I guess fuzzybluetaurs wins by default. For now. ;)

But his name is

DRUMROLL

Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill

No I'm not going to try and say it for your amusement.

whiterabbit_dot_obj

[Greetings numbers club! Barnaby's sitting on the couch in his living room, and there's a rather distressed grunting and thumping coming from somewhere off-camera. He doesn't look too good - he's pretty edgy, and doesn't seem to have gotten much sleep yet.

Oh yes, and his eyes and body are glowing bright blue.]

Can anyone else see this? It's not just sleep dep messing with me?

[He's shaking bad now, either from nerves, exhaustion, or both. It's bad enough he can't trust his memories, but can he even trust his own eyes right now?]

flamberge

Who: Lloyd Irving, Richard Locke
When: 11/18, evening
Where: Bullets shooting range and surrounding area.
What: Mr. Locke showing his true colors!!! a.k.a. that he's as soft as a marshmallow.

( just mostly a jerk )

italktofish

[Arthur opens the video feed, and it's clear he's more excited than a little kid on Christmas morning. He's wearing this, which is a little unusual. Just a little.]

Guys! Guys, look what I just got! It's a SUPERHERO SUIT! It's GOT to be!

[What is also unusual is that before now, Arthur needed to lose some weight and wasn't in anything anyone might call "good shape." Now? It's a bit different. The man is absolutely ripped and now has the physique to pull off the spandex look. He'd make any number of bodybuilders jealous...but he's not at all worried about that. He's too worried about showing off his new duds.]

And look at the belt! The A on the belt!

[He's excitedly pointing at said A on said belt as though anyone could miss it.]

It's GOT to be mine--the A must be for Arthur!

gogoghostpowers

Okay, so I've been kind of collecting my parents' latest conspiracy theories as they've been coming up, because I figure they might be on to something else, after they predicted the water being poisoned a month before it happened.

Here's what I've got so far:

some of the people on the Locke conspiracy forum started noticing that the TV was skipping seconds or even minutes of footage of whatever they were watching, regardless of channel. They think the cable company's trying to brainwash them.

The pigeons are either being mind controlled by an elusive organization or have gained sentience. Either way, they're planning a hostile takeover of city hall. (I really doubt it, I think my parents might've finally gone crazy on this one.)

A Thunder Corp rival secretly sanctioned the bombing of the Dead District to clear it out and lower its value even more so that they could buy it, fence it off, and rebuild it as a segregated elite city that would then turn the rest of Locke into a no man's land.

Thunder Corp bombed its own land to try and scare the mole people who live in the abandoned houses and the sewers there into submitting to them. There aren't any big ideas yet on what they would want with the mole people, though.

The heightened police presence lately is so that they can try and find someone suspicious looking to be the scapegoat for the bombings, sentence them for life, and instead of taking them to jail, hauling them away for human experimentation instead.

Russians.

Also, this isn't a conspiracy theory but I was wondering...for anyone else at the Halloween party, did any of you guys recognize the monster thing that showed up? I remembered meeting something a lot like it before a few days later. Maybe it's actually be related to us (or some of us?) in some way other than just "wanting to kill us"?

glorifiedtrash

Who: Zelos Wilder (

thewinningside) and you!
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: 11/12 All day
What: Zelos has the day off so we are getting shenanigans, what better way to spend it than tracking down Numbers!

ABOUT THIS POST
Zelos is trying to find people based off what he's read on the network. He just wants to meet people! This is because he's not sure yet if he should turn everyone in to the police to try and cut himself a good deal out of this crazy situation or if he should actually have a spine and stick it out on the side of the Numbered. So he wants to meet as many people as possible before he makes his decision! If anyone asks about why he's tracking people down he'll just play it off like he's a famous idiot with a lot of time on his hands doing all this for laughs.

HOW THIS POST WORKS
Zelos is going to be all over! He will be hitting up the schools in particular, but he could conceivably be anywhere. He doesn't have to have talked to your character on the network either! If you're interested in running into him please do one of the following:

→Reply to this post with a comment detailing what he might have learned about your character from looking over the network. Things like obvious personality traits, names, what they look like, any abilities they've talked about/shown and any clues they've left that could have led him to their location and where you'd like him to find them is what I'm looking for. Just a general synopsis is good, no need for links to anything unless you have something you want him to reference in particular. We'll work out a scenario for him to run into your character from there!

→Throw up a comment of your character somewhere doing something and they can either recognize him from the network or he can recognize them (please specify which you want since I'm still not sure which characters are active/open about themselves on the network and which are lurkers/super careful about letting identifying information get out). The location/scenario can be as ridiculous as you want! He's famous, he will just walk right into your class/job/knock on your door and chat up your parents with some legit sounding lie for why he's come to see you.

flamberge

[Hello Network! It's your favorite not!teacher, Mr. Locke, here with a very, very pressing inquiry.]

How might plastic protect against magic?

[No really. He wants to know. Someone please explain how this works because he has no idea.]

sun_sun

so like
magical girls are real right???
its stupid but apparently its true like I know at least one
maybe more
so here is a question
for everyone
E V E R Y O N E

what would you be like as a magical girl?
like whats your secret magical codename
and stupid talking animal friend
and shit
like you never know maybe were all magical girls
might as well be ready

boys too lets go

ex_elude798

[After no small amount of reluctance and waffling, ultimately Suzaku commits to a video post.

At first he's too close to the mirror for anybody to see much, apparently checking something, and then he takes a step back. That action allows for a clear view of the strange outfit he's just tried on.

He doesn't look entirely too comfortable in it, looking down at himself, over his shoulder, and tugging at what must be related to spandex]

Has anyone seen something like this?

[Suzaku is quick to amend that]

...Outside of an anime?

[He continues to shift about as though he's either uneasy or believes that eventually he'll stop feeling uncomfortable in the clothes. It's not long before he huffs out a sigh and gives up on that]

I can't imagine what the functional utility of this would be. Who designs something like this?

vanisland

[There is a faint lapping of water and a soft voice. It's singing.]

faura yerwe murfan anw sol ciel

faura sonwe murfan anw sol ciel ee

faura yerwe murfan anw sol ciel

faura sonwe murfan anw sol ciel ee

ridalnae sol ciel yanyaue manaf

presia yasra lusye enclone anw omnis...

[The singing continues for about three minutes ~~and is not transcribed because the original form of this song doesn't exist~~, then stops. It's a calm, hopeful song full of love and adoration, but the words might be familiar-sounding, if you happened to be around for one of the most awkward intro posts ever.

This is a very bitter counterpoint to what she just got done doing.

The singer takes a few moments to think.]

...I guess nothing happened.

[She figures she might as well ask about her stuff, at least.]

Has anyone ever heard of "Pastalia", or have any special definitions for the word "hibernation"?

[[ooc: the lyrics are written in special text! if you can't see it the font is here]]

songoftimeandtimeagain

[Luke got himself a little hand mirror this time around. The picture it shows is mostly filled with a worried sort of frown, although around the edges of the boy's face a reasonably sized, fairly unkempt room can be seen.

Initially, Luke's wearing a tight fitting blue knit cap, tied securely under his chin. His bangs stick out awkwardly, and he keeps adjusting the sides gingerly. He sits back against his bed, and clears his throat a little.]

So um. After Halloween I had these- [He tugs out the bow under his chin, and takes the hat off. As soon as he does the points of his now significantly elongated ears spring forward, resuming their natural 45 degree angle with his face.] I can wear the hat over them an stuff, but it kind of hurts when I do it for too long, and it's weird that I wear it on inside all the time. Does anyone know what else to do?

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