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[personal profile] labrador
Who: Keith and Holly
What: Keith is getting good at chance meetings
When: April 1st
Where: At the park
Warnings: None!

some stars shine brighter )
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[personal profile] youngestone
[Those sounds you hear are him unpacking stuff.]

So, uh, anyone wanna bet on Vegas being the next Town of Crazy Numbered Hijinks? I mean, that light looked pretty similar to the stuff that shot up from here a few months ago. Does this mean it's less of a "Locke City" thing and more of a--what the hell.

[More rustling and then he flips the feed to video to show off a sword]

I am getting really tired of finding stuff in places when it wasn't there a week ago. Pulses I can handle. Finding swords in my suitcase or boots under the bed or bows in the closet, not so much. Next it'll be axes in the freezer or something, I swear to God.

[Siiiiigh]

Anyone, d'you think the pink light means it's an Earth thing and not just a Locke City thing?
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[personal profile] labrador
Who: Karl Aurion, Keith Goodman
What: Something of a chance meeting
When: March 17th
Where: Outside the police station
Warnings: None!

that Keith Goodman must be in the company of a labrador at all times )
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[personal profile] hotshots
So, some of you might be wondering what the hell happened to all those giant robots, and just what the government is doing. Luckily, we were not just tossed into a cell with the key thrown away, but I guess let me get my introduction out of the way. Again.

Obviously, my name's not Lockon Stratos. I'd feel sorry for any kid who had to write that on their tests growing up. My actual name's Neil Dylandy. Honestly, coming on here, you all looked sort of crazy so I had good reason to try and cover myself until I figured out what was what. I kind of see that better now.

It's because I saw what a lot of you were made of that I'm trying to put in whatever good words I can. None of us asked for this crap. But I'm hoping they'll listen to at least some of what I've got to say - it might not mean a lot nowadays, but I used to be Army. It's something, right? So the Feds know things now. Understand that. Maybe there's bastards like Sherman in their ranks too, but there's a chance that has to be taken there.

I'm coming clean with you all because we're all going to have to do that a lot more of that if we're going to get anywhere. There's probably a hell of a lot more work to do. We need to make sure we've got the ability to meet it. Fighting the US Government on top of aliens isn't going to help us, obviously.

We're fine. We're not being held captive. The robots are fine. We can check in on them.

I'm not saying to not be careful around these guys, because I am - why do you think I'm writing this long-assed letter by hand? - but we've gotta find things to trust, hard as it is. I want to trust you guys, but we've gotta make sure the world trusts us too.


[And he leaves it there, because his hand is starting to cramp. Technology has made us all lazy.

Some people might not be happy with him there, but that's fine. It was things that needed to be said - painting the picture that the FBI was actually cooperating with him, which they were, seems like a necessary step. He waits for any responses that might come through, but after that will end up spending most of his day where the aforementioned giant robots are being held.]


[ooc - Anyone who's present around either the mecha pilots hotel or the Mechanical Engineering Department where the aforementioned giant robots are being held can feel free to knock him over at any point in time for this day~]
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[personal profile] buildyourworld
[ Several days have passed since the snake rampage in the Business District. Eugen is finally well enough to do things without having his body screams back at him in pain. The toll of piloting a Gundam is certainly not a small matter and he's already regretting the lack of physical regime in his life. One round in the Gundam is enough to have him experienced several months worth of exercise and that is not something he's keen on repeating.

But today there's something else more important than checking out gym membership. ]


If anyone of you encountered a grey and white giant robot during the snake attack, that was me.
I apologize if I gave you a fright or injured you in any way.
Let me know if you're safe.
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[personal profile] chalicejoker
I only slept two hours after yesterday. Two hours, after spending the whole day fighting. It's the tenth, right? I didn't just sleep through Monday without realizing it?

[Hajime sounds pretty worn out. The Lord of the Bugmen had a very long day after fighting Wise Snake, and he is blissfully unaware that his TV interview has been airing all over the place.]

Everyone's in one piece? Let me know if you need a good meal after everything that happened; I can work something out.

[He gives a long sigh. It would be even longer if he realized that the interview had actually aired.]

And if anyone's got any advice on dealing with your family suddenly finding out about this, that would be helpful. I think I'd rather fight snakes again…

[Private text to Jackson Isaka]
Mitsuko knows.

I don't know what to do.
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[personal profile] scramasax
[A good amount of time after dark when this recording comes in. It's badly lit, and even if it wasn't, nobody's onscreen.

The voice is telling, though - murmuring extra low, hoarse, and with anxious held-flat inflection. He feels rather like an idiot for even asking this - even if someone wasn't fine, what'd he even be expected to do about it? But hearing something will get his nerves humming less, at the least. Or get him thinking about something he may be able to contribute to - maybe - once his brain's not-so-violently tossing and turning.]


-- Uhh. [Assuming he's properly connected...]

It's Anthony Janvier.

Please, umm. - Who was - who was there? And, uh -- who's all right?

[Clears his throat. Cuts of a quick "Nn-?"] No one died - did they -- ...?

[That dragged off with a scraping edge - realistically, it's very likely someone did, isn't it, given how many of them were there?

At present, he's not exactly capable of reading a previous message giving a partial answer to that question.]
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[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond
[She shows up, sitting on her bed in her room this time, just lit up by the light from the laptop on her knees. She's looking slightly less beat up than she had earlier in the day, but she still looks just as tired as everyone undoubtedly feels at the moment.]

[For anyone who'd seen her with him, she's still wearing Senketsu as well.]


Hey. So... that was a thing, huh? Fucking crazy way to haze the new girl.

[She sighs, glancing away for a second and then shrugs.]

So, yeah, I don't really know you guys or anything yet but I just figured I'd check in too. Let you all know that I didn't get eaten or whatever. In case anybody was wondering about that.

[A pause as she considers where to go with that. She wasn't really wanting to talk but after all the shit today, sleep wasn't coming easily. Actually.]

Oh, yeah. It's kind of a long shot but I kind of accidentally stole this guy's phone and his jacket. Well, he lent them to me so I could call home and then kinda wandered off. He was working with the rescue teams. Like I said, pretty much a longshot but if anybody knows a guy who was working with the paramedics who got his shit stolen, let me know if I can drop it off at his place or something.

Yeah..
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[personal profile] disenchant
[ he really should be asleep by now, and it's obvious he needs it by how exhausted he sounds, but he has to get rid of this particular urge first. it's been bothering him since the adrenaline (and chaos) finally died down. ]

... Can anyone else summarize their day in two words. I'll start.

[ a meaningful pause. ]

Giant robots.
theearth: (PRETENTIOUS STATUE TIME)
[personal profile] 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. ]
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[personal profile] nowi_wins
[When she put those numbers into a search engine this is not what Nora was expecting.
It is so much better.]


So cool!!!
Is this a secret spy forum?
Am I a spy now?


[Sure Nora, you're a spy now.]

text;

Mar. 1st, 2014 09:49 am
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[personal profile] pumpkinbutt
Alright so it's official. you can access this thing with gummi bears if you just spell it out right. you're welcome, scienceguy.

Other than that if you guys see someone actually using this network in real life what do you do, exactly? I keep reading "number club members" on a lot of these.
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[personal profile] labrador
[ The man shown on the feed looks anxious and rather frazzled; while he holds his phone in one hand fairly steadily, the other can’t seem to stop messing with his hair, his fingers smoothing through it as though it will somehow help. It doesn’t. Keith can’t understand just what it is that’s happened in regards to this strange network; this is the only way he can think of to find out. ]

Ah, hello! I realise that you all likely have to put up with a lot of confused messages such as this. I apologise for adding to them. But, you see… I arrived in Locke City a few weeks ago, and have just started out as a police officer. But as I'm sure you can understand, things are rather…

[ Just before he gets to finish that sentence, he’s interrupted by a rather large golden labrador jumping up into his lap, and suddenly Keith drops the phone so that he can deal with the sudden addition to this broadcast. Eventually he speaks again, though his phone is now face down on the floor. ]

S-steady, John, steady!

[ A few seconds longer and a rather loud bark later: ] What I meant to say is that if someone could explain this current state of affairs to me, as well, I would be in your debt. I've never seen anything like this before.

Despite my confusion over this network and suddenly being able to connect in this kind of way, please allow me to help you, as well! I will do my best to serve you all in any way that I can. After all, as a police officer, it is my duty to assist the people of Locke City!

[ And perhaps someone can dispel him of some of his oblivious enthusiasm...? ]