wastingtime: (from a council of one)
[personal profile] wastingtime
WHO; Elian Price and YOU!
WHAT; Elian is making full use of his own teleporty-ish powers, as well as trying to just push himself in general to explore newer places. Come travel with him, and/or come across an old man?
WHEN; BACKDATED ALL OVER THIS MONTH BECAUSE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP LIKE THREE WEEKS AGO but then RL happened. As usual.
WHERE; All over!

and i would walk five hundred more )

[Voice]

Mar. 15th, 2015 09:08 am
espigeonage: (☍But I've got nothing to say)
[personal profile] espigeonage
[before the Santarem lights]

Christmas Island is so humid. It's nice though, not too hot...

Anyway. Guys, you know stuff's going on here, right? People've been going into sort of fits and wrecking their stuff. It's got so bad the military's come in to start locking them up. And I keep seeing mushrooms everywhere. I'm told they're new. They're bigger the farther I go over the jungle, I've seen them as big as my head.

The sigil to get here on the teleporter is a mushroom. Think this could be bad?
wastingtime: (so clearly on the wall)
[personal profile] wastingtime
This has been a long time coming, but change can be difficult at times, as you all know. While things may be thrust upon us, out of our consent and control, there are still things only we can choose to do.

I discovered, some time ago, that the sword I carried is more of a tool than a weapon; most of us rely on those teleporter devices. I no longer have to. A quick walk through what I can only describe as a strange landscape, and I am a hundred miles away- albeit not just anywhere. My range appears to be dedicated to our already-known boundaries, though I am experimenting with them.

I'll be focusing on such for the next while. [he hesitates here, not quite sure how to continue, then goes on anyway] Should anyone need assistance with transport, I would be pleased to test myself with them as I explore just what this old body is capable of.

And before anyone asks, no, I don't believe that this is another me. I haven't even seen one of the sort, but I'll gladly take any information if someone's seen me beside myself.


((OOC; no, Elian doesn't have a dopple. but he's aware of them, hence the comments. c: doubles are welcome, though!))
elfstoned: (it seems like one of those nights)
[personal profile] elfstoned
[VOICE]

This is Dr. Aaron Strider. I'd like to formally announce that LSR Clinic will be closing for good as soon as I can get the paperwork in. It shouldn't take more than a month or so, and the other doctor there will see you if you have any emergencies.

[The eyeroll is audible. Also, his voice sounds...younger. Definitely younger.]

I'm also withdrawing from Number-related activities. It's been very nice working with all of you, but Locke City isn't where I need to be. I'm reenlisting as soon as I can.



[ACTION]

Who: DouchebagDouble!Aaron and you in either Neuschwanstein or Locke | bonus: prompt for Aaron himself
What: D!Aaron is trying to enlist but having a hard time getting them to believe his identification isn't fake. He's also less than pleased about having to go back through the teleporter every night. Original!Aaron is just going running.
Where: Locke City army recruitment center OR Neuschwanstein Castle for the copy; all over Locke for Aaron himself
When: Over the course of this week! Any time of day for D!Aaron, morning for original-flavor.
Warnings: He's going to be a real jerk. There's a very real risk of classism and macho pro-Army propaganda. Also, thanks to a recent Echo the real Aaron hasn't told anyone about, he's been de-aged to about 25. So there's that. Also, prose and action are both fine! Specify which Aaron and which location you want in your subject line.

D!Aaron -- Locke City )

D!Aaron -- Neuschwanstein )

Original!Aaron -- Locke City )
icy_heavens: (Captain of the Tenth)
[personal profile] icy_heavens
[What's up, Numbered? Have a little news from Lapland. As those who are investigating the child disappearances should be aware of, Toushirou and Dani wound up going missing. Well, here they are. Safe and sound . . . okay well. They're not hurt, anyway. And they have some information.]

Okay, first of all, we're fine; we got caught on purpose to find the kids.

[Toushirou, predictably, doesn't sound very apologetic. But when Dani speaks up? Yeah she kind of does.]

We also knew no one would let us but...

It was the quickest way to find them and it's done. We don't need any grief over it.

Yeah. We found the kids and other things. The kids say that this place is Mt Korvatunturi. Look it up or ask the other people.

There's also a giant block of ice they're trying really hard to melt, but I can take care of that. We can hold things until you get here.

[Dani nods firmly.] Don't worry, we have this covered! Don't worry about it too much until you get here.

[Aren't the children reassuring, folks?]
arrowpoint: (➹ tiria)
[personal profile] arrowpoint
[Today Liam is sporting an organic, knit green point hat with a bell at the end.]

Okay guys, I leave to head home in a few hours, so I'll be losing the ears. Go ahead and get the Elf jokes out of your system.

[Liam gestures with open arms, and feigns bracing himself for the impact with a deep breath.]

...Lay it on me.
detectivetroll: (stabbity stabbity)
[personal profile] detectivetroll
Who: Everyone joining the mafia attack
What: Attack on the mafia meeting
When: Monday night, December 8th
Where: mafia building


An hour before the meeting, everyone who wants to make a stand against the mafia - violent and potentially ill advised though it might be - gathers in a nearby location to make final plans. Nick’s original idea of Xander moving a small number of people through shadows into the meeting to take out Albero is still technically in effect, but only for those who are planning on gunning straight for the mafia boss himself. Or those who want to help take him out specifically, even if not to deliver the final blow themselves.

Thorir’s provided weapons from his shop, for any network members who know how to use them. L’d agreed to handle the coordination of getting everyone in the building to take out as many of the mafia members as they could, and to hopefully confine the chaos inside.

Because once they’re in and fighting, it’s… probably going to be at least a little chaos.

But hopefully, by the end of the night, it’ll at least be done.


[OOC: Linking one more time to the plotting post in case anyone needs it as the log goes on! I’ll post up a thread for those gunning for Albero so the mods can NPC him as needed, otherwise feel free to start your own threads to battle mafia goons!]
dead_black_eyes: "Try Again" (I'm not a stone I'm just a man)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[The man appearing onscreen this morning is haggard, somber, and distracted. Clearly, he's been awake all night, something he's been doing far too often lately, sitting curled in the middle of what appears to be a cleaned up but ancient school gymnasium's basketball court with his chin on his knees. A few feet away is a blue tarp hiding something sizable and lumpy.]

I know Albero's people are striking Espresso Yourself, early on the morning of Sunday, November 23, at 3:15 AM. They will be there to raze the building to the ground and they do not intend to take prisoners.

[He bites his lip, glancing away from the camera. The calmness he's affected since Anthony's death slips for a second, revealing something like fear. He swallows.]

I've been waiting for a pulse. I was hoping that maybe my other's experience and knowledge could help me, in this regard, but up to this point... it's been all quiet on that front.

[He rises slowly, moving towards the tarp and drawing it away from what it conceals. There are many pounds of dynamite stacked in the middle of his gym, along with several ominous looking canisters.]

I have dynamite and nitroglycerin. I think...

[He takes a deep, shuddering breath.]

I know we can kill a lot of them. Part of me really wants to, and I can't be the only one. But I know... I know that's not what we're fighting for, a criminal record of our own and another reason to be driven out of this city. So...

[He sits again, hard, on the floor, eyes and posture conveying a distinctly dazed quality.]

I think maybe it would be better to use this information to get the FBI on this and catch them in the act, with no blood shed. I'm prepared for both of these scenarios, but honestly... I don't know what's right. I'm so tired. I trust all of you, so... please help me make the right decision.

EDIT: I've been informed that Nick knows about another upcoming opportunity, a chance to hit the Mafia where it hurts. There's to be a meeting of higher-ups in the near future; further details are forthcoming.

[Video]

Nov. 10th, 2014 09:53 am
mistakesmakeuswhoweare: (Default)
[personal profile] mistakesmakeuswhoweare
It's the second week of November. Who wants to help me come up with a good excuse to tell my mother why I won't be at Thanksgiving this year? Preferably one that sounds plausible and not like she should expect to see me on the nightly news.
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (He waits in the wings)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
WHO; Elian & Lazarus
WHEN; November 9, Midday
WHERE; Formerly the Willow Ridge Boarding Academy, currently L's Latest Insanely Ambitious Project.
WHAT; Elian drops by to offer some much-needed assistance to a man with a concerning work ethic.
WARNINGS; Nothing; will update if necessary

The electricity and wires dictating everything you do )
wastingtime: (the writing stands out on the wall)
[personal profile] wastingtime
WHO; Elian & Julian (& anyone else who stumbles across them)
WHEN; Leeeeeeet's set it as the 7th
WHERE; The teleporter in the Neuschwanstein area.
WHAT; Elian tries the teleporter for the first time, with interesting results. Contains glorious spam psuedosololog at first.
WARNINGS; (Mild?) body horror due to shifting of insides.

well, more interesting than what's already a given )
dominateartimus: (I have no regrets)
[personal profile] dominateartimus
[The video starts with a shot of an apartment kitchen, with its counters filled with several containers of sweet and savory baked goods. Someone had gone on another baking spree after recent events, but chose to remain out of the picture. A black tail is seen at the bottom of the frame, swishing slightly as it brushes up against a lower cupboard before a meow is heard and the cat walks away.]

If you were around the last time I made a post like this, then you know what I'm about to offer. For those who don't, I've made a bit too much and I'm willing to share this to the network. I already gave a large portion of what I made to the people working on rebuilding Las Vegas a few days ago. But, I'm unable to leave Locke for the time being since the 'teleporter' is presently inaccessible. Sorry.
professorwolf: (uncertain)
[personal profile] professorwolf
[Usually when Lyall's number shows up on the network, it's either an audio post, or from his laptop-- neatly typed in Arial in a Word document. This afternoon, though, it's paired with his small, neat handwriting on lined paper, appearing slowly as he's making an effort to keep it tidy and not shaky. Apparently his circumstances have changed a bit.]

In case anyone needs me, check at the police station. I've been brought into holding "for my own safety" after Anthony's well-publicized death, but it's a fairly thinly veiled excuse to get me off the streets because they think I'm behind the vandalism and attack at the school. Besides, "my own safety" could be seen to somewhere other than a cell.

I'm just glad they left me a pen and a notebook.

Once I'm out again, I'm afraid I may have to put aside my usual penchant for pacifism and suggest we do something about the imposter wolf. One of the students was actually bitten last night! I'm sure I could sniff him out, if someone would be willing to come actually help me deal with him.

[He's pretty sure he won't lack for volunteers. Now he just has to worry about getting out, and not getting out too soon, since he has a plan for tomorrow night, at least....]
wonk: <user name=antibiotical> (not what i heard)
[personal profile] wonk
[Late at night, starting at around nine, most local Locke news channels turn to the same story. It occupies the media's interest well into the next morning.]

"...reports of a fire on Cherry Street, started somewhere in the middle of the building. Firemen currently believe that it began on the fourth floor..."

"...evacuations proceeding smoothly. Residents at the top are saying they were notified by the building's sole teenage occupant, Roxy Kurosawa. Ms. Kurosawa has not been accounted for among the evacuees..."

"...traces of blood found near Ms. Kurosawa's room, theorized to be hers. She still has not been found, and is the only casualty whose status is unknown. Suggestions are coming in that the fire may have been started by her, although..."

"...found a corpse of a woman in the lobby with sharp claws on her hands. Despite the burns, LCPD forensics is reporting that she shows signs of having been suffocated by the smoke. This makes one casualty who is not known to be a resident of the building, ten injured, six dead, and one missing, with Ms. Roxy Kurosawa still nowhere to be found three hours later."


burn baby burn )
wastingtime: (from a council of one)
[personal profile] wastingtime
[the number here may or may not be familiar to some, but its pen taps the paper for some time, as if trying to decide how to start. finally;]

How best do you convince the taximan (and whatever police he threatens to summon) that you did not, in fact, pack a greatsword with your luggage and the fact that there is one in there now is completely out of your hands?

And for that matter, am I allowed to keep said greatsword if I insist it was some sort of prank? It was my luggage, and if something saw fit to give it back to me I believe I should very well keep the damn thing. (Especially after it ruined my best shirts.)

Lyall, I hope you'll read this before you reach our meeting place. I believe I may be delayed for some time.

To the rest of you- if we've already met, I do apologize for these months of forgetfulness but I consider this headache my due punishment. If we haven't - my name is Elian, and I will be pleased to meet you once I am done convincing this poor man I'm as much a victim in this little debacle as he.
testsonseashells: (Default)
[personal profile] testsonseashells
Hello, all! Dr. Solus, reporting in from Vegas.

Firstly - thanks to efforts of Ms. Tsukuyomi and company, have managed to capture Vermini for study. Unfortunately, organisms died in captivity - [he displays the corpses, trapped in a glass jar] - but was still able to glean useful information.

Spent most of the day examining samples, and have determined so far that Vermini completely foreign to Earth - no known genetic structure, cellular mechanisms all subtly different - suggests entirely different evolutionary history compared to our own. Can still process our food, however.

Secondly - FAQ updated with trials of police officers, alien arrival, and recent murder in Locke. Offered assistance to Detective Strutz, but was refused. May change with time - suspect this murder connected to supernatural events. Should advise me if you feel anything lacking - will add anything else important I missed.

Wish you all luck in your own investigations. Dr. Solus out.

[He waves and cuts the feed.]
gunhearted: (Worry | "Fuck it all")
[personal profile] gunhearted
theres somebdoy here from my past
and not just anybdoy somebody i was really close to back then
really really close
shesin most of my memories
alost all fo them
but something terrible happened to her in the things i eremember
and its why i have thet attoo on my face
why he hsd it on his anyway
shes really nice and i dont want her to get hurt
if shes sees that tattoo what if she echoes aobut the other stuff

its really selfish to wish i cuold talk to her right
even though she could echo aful stuff back rihgt?
they coudl actually urt her.
really hurt her

idont know what to do
wastingtime: (how it ends and begins)
[personal profile] wastingtime
For those of you who thought your stay would only be a visit; how are you managing your life outside of the city? Or...not, as it were.

It seems that I forgot to mention that I had to take a trip outside to do just that. My apologies to anyone I've worried.

Text;

Mar. 14th, 2014 05:24 pm
vetala: ([Anxiety] it's gonna get a hold of me)
[personal profile] vetala
I figure that I should at least play check in, but I am pretty sure if I was dead, you would have heard about it by now. It's been a while. But for clarification, I am not. My parents are very cross though.

[She is not going to elaborate on the weeping and screaming that went on in her house prior to this. It is just too much to deal with and she does not want to have to share how weirdly proud of her her father is, and how suspicious and worried about her her mother is. She's just glad that she's mostly avoided the onslaught of media.]

But primarily I am here to ask one thing.

Has anyone seen Karson? Or Avery?

He sent me a concerning text message on the ninth and I went to his house and her house and found neither of them. I tried to look that day but... everything happened and then I was injured and I couldn't look myself.

He said something about the mafia in the last text he sent me. Then he told me not to text him back.


[Which she did anyway, obviously.]
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. ]
saiyanscholar: (Who me??)
[personal profile] saiyanscholar
[So Jeffrey was finally an adult and did something network-related all by himself yesterday. Be proud of him. It wasn’t easy. Go Jeffrey. And it’s given him something very important to ask you all. Something he absolutely hasn't been stressing over for the whole day.]

So, if somebody on here were to find out that they were descended from a species of aliens that wiped out the civilizations of whole planets, exactly how badly would that go over?

[Yeah, nobody will guess his most recent Echo from this. Smooth.]
drama8om8: (WELCOME TO THE PENISDOME)
[personal profile] drama8om8
[ It is a very tired Octavia that turns on her webcam tonight. An Octavia that is too tired to care that she's showing herself on the network sporting her dorky orange sun jammies and a giant tangle of bed hair. ]

So, uh. Lately I'm not sleeping so - [YAWWWWWWWWN] - great or whatever. Because, um.

[ She rubs at her eyes under her glasses briefly. ]

Nightmares! Yeah. I am having super terrible nightmares. Like. The worst. So I was hoping somebody would know how to stop somebody having dreams and stuff? Google isn't hel--

[ Then she's cut off by an exceedingly shouty voice that some might recognise as Alan's coming from somewhere offscreen. ]

I'LL KILL YOU ALL!


[ And she slams her laptop shut with a shriek. Busteeeeeeeed. ]
reapsthewind: (36)
[personal profile] reapsthewind
[Chris is in the basement of her house. She looks like she probably hasn't slept since the snake attacks. Her hair is a mess, dark circles under her eyes... yep. Elian's visible in the background, slowly picking through the rubble.

-- hey, wait a second, Chris doesn't seem to have robot arms anymore? Also, this is probably the first time any of you have seen her with normal brown eyes. She looks totally human. Weird. It's clear, however, that she still remembers the network, because...
]

Okay, so, you guys are the worst party guests ever. Never having a kegger at my house again.

[She smiles, a bit weakly. It's a joke, guys. Get it??? omg funny???]

But no, seriously... I don't think our insurance covers attacks by giant snakes, and I really don't want to have to try to explain this level of damage to our homeowner's insurance guys. So if any of you have any skill in construction, or just... money, or something, help would be appreciated. And to whoever got the damn things away from the house before they exploded, thank you.

...

[she turns around. Also, for the sake of clarity from here out, Elian's going to be in blue with Chris in red]

HEY UNCLE, DOES THE HOMEOWNER'S INSURANCE COVER SNAKES? LIKE... AT ALL?

Cut for length )
disdainfully: (Default)
[personal profile] disdainfully
Who: Thorir and YOU!
When: 28.1 or any other time this week

A. A charity gala - OTA

Read more... )


B. The park - OTA

Read more... )


C. The family's apartment - Open to everyone with suitable Pre-CR, including friends of his kids

Read more... )


D. Job applications in the company's main office - OTA

Read more... )


E. "Wild Card" - OTA

Read more... )
talkshitgetsis: (39)
[personal profile] talkshitgetsis
It's starting to aggravate me a little.

For a "network" we don't really communicate with each other very well as far as the information most pertinent to our situation goes. Do I have to wait for another earthquake to bury a bunch of people alive before I know what's going on? We're all a part of this, so maybe if some of you thought about speaking up and publicly sharing what you know outside your close friends, other people wouldn't have to get hurt.

This network is a very important tool that I see predominately used for "Check out this thing I got back." or "Let me tell you about x memory about y." Every bit of information should be readily available for everyone to see. You all laughed at me for asking for donations for Wikipedia, but having an open space for important, possibly life saving information is of the utmost importance. When you don't share such information freely, all you're doing is stepping on others and keeping them down whether you admit it or not. Keeping a low profile about anything is only going to get innocent people killed.

I should know whether or not I'm going to have to worry about being killed tomorrow.

I'll close this by stating that I'm anticipated your chorus of boos, and recognize someone like myself doesn't have quite the "clout" for making such a brash statement. That's exactly my point, and I don't really care. I'm just like all of you, just exactly the same. If we're supposed to save the world, we're already setting ourselves up for failure, if you ask me. I urge you to reconsider the way you've been conducting business.

video;

Jan. 23rd, 2014 09:57 pm
telvanni: nobody else plays neloth anyway lbr (bleh)
[personal profile] telvanni
[ The network is being treated to a webcam view of the top of someone's head. A very bald and bearded someone who is scowling down at his keyboard while he stabs at the keys with a single finger. Book enthusiasts with a high tolerance for being snotted at might recognise Nathaniel Mithryn, of Mithryn's Books. Those who don't recognise him should count themselves lucky.

There's a telephone cradled between his face and his shoulder. While it's not possible to make out what's being said on the other end of it, it's clear that it's not pleasing Nathaniel. At all. He keeps looking back and forth between what seems to be a cable bill and the keyboard as he berates the unfortunate person on the other end of the phone.
]

--urgh, wrong number. Why do there have to be so many numbers - are they really necessary? I-- no, you idiot, that was a rhetorical question. Rhetorical. It's a big word, isn't it? Why don't you look that up while I find this ruddy customer service number you're so keen on...

[ He starts poking at his keyboard again. He still hasn't looked up at his monitor. ]

...More trouble than it's worth. All this modernisation malarkey. Interwebs and iBooks - what's the point? It's all a lot of rubbi-- it was another rhetorical question, nitwit. Is it too much to ask for someone with just a spot of intelligence?

[ He pauses to let the poor sap on the other end of the phone speak. Much eyerolling is involved. ]

'Offensive?' Your stupidity offends me, but I'm... hello? Hello?

[ He raises his eyes from the keyboard to stare indignantly at his phone. He's midway through redialling when he takes a glance at his computer screen and performs the most elegantly theatrical double-take the world has ever seen. He scoots closer to the monitor, peers at the network, and -- ]

Good lord. Pop-ups!

[ -- completely fails to comprehend what's going on. ]
amberhearted: (Default)
[personal profile] amberhearted
Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

[ ooc: editable post for attendees and volunteers here! please fill out with the appropriate information. ]
detectivetroll: (contemplation)
[personal profile] detectivetroll
I used to think it'd be easier if I just forgot all of this, but it turns out that it's really unnerving if it actually happens. Especially when there's no reason for it.

Maybe it was a 'six months on the network' anniversary.

This is Nick, for those of you who know me. I remember everything again.


[Individual texts sent out via cell phone if he has it, network number if he doesn't, to: Yuji, Kotetsu, Ray, Lyall, Karl, Melissa, Anthony, Axlex, Barnaby, John Mitchell, and vampire!Alex.]

You're all safe, I didn't do anything to put the network in danger when I didn't remember it. ...but I did think I was with Sherman legitimately, and agreed to get modified.


[Private message to Ravi.]

This is going to sound like a weird request, but whenever you have a free moment, can I use your medical expertise? I'd like to be checked out by someone on the network who I trust.
beforeweproceed: (Hyenas in the Pridelands?)
[personal profile] beforeweproceed
[A new number is scrawled down. For a few minutes, that's all there is. Nothing more continues to be written down.

The next sign of the connector comes on abruptly with a huffed sigh and a gruff and weathered "Son of a
bitch." It's caught - and in a small figurative window is a man, older, mustached and bearded, solidly gray hair. Seen at several angles, as he's not actually looking at the frame. He's looking between targets somewhere off one of its corners and around its adjacent sides, stops in one place, leans in to squint at another before lifting back and swinging his focus over to another.

Somewhere in the skimming over whatever surface it is he's perusing on he looses of huff - or half that and half a grumble or a growl. Rougher and more stirred than a huff as he picks up muttering, inwardly directed, fast, and clipping soft consonants drawn and hard ones pointed:]


...Gang warfare -- [A restless blustering noise.] What do you know, so much for that!

[That last word with a trace of a growl, not even an angry one, not settled enough to be angry or hostile or anything else that warrants an actual target at anything as he continues the looking through.]
parkourbot: (○ I AM NOT READY FOR LIFE)
[personal profile] parkourbot
Who: Elian Price + Robert Holloway
What: Awkward metal spine conversations and maybe fixes
When: 01/13
Where: Elian's living room

woah let's not get ahead of ourselves here )
pokebonnet: (srs bizness)
[personal profile] pokebonnet
Who: Ivy and Lyall, Elian, Helene and Kara respectively
When: Multiple days over the end of December and beginning of January
Where: Expresso Yourself, later accidentally in the Dead District
What: Ivy meets other Numbers Club members face to face--mostly on purpose. (Sub-threads in the comments)

It's taken some help from Artie, but Ivy thinks she's starting to understand Locke City geography (or is it geology?) well enough to start going places on her own, without needing her little grandson--which is how she still thinks of him, no matter how big he's gotten--to give her a ride in his schoolbus.

Which is good. She does love him, but she'd feel a bit awkward if he sat in on her meeting with other Numbers Club members.
stopinthenameofawe: (Melissa [Bitch plz])
[personal profile] stopinthenameofawe
[Melissa isn’t going into this post blind. She’s read the recent posts, found herself the FAQ, and figured out just how much these network people think they know. And she is not happy about it.]

Listen up, kids. I have half a mind to make a beeline for Sherman’s office when I get into work tomorrow. But for right now, I’m off duty, and I have a headache, so I’m feeling generous.

You all have one comment to explain to me why I shouldn’t give every scrap of information you’ve put up here to him. Start talking.


[ooc: Replies will be slow until tomorrow, but have fun!]
adorabastard: (o: hm. not what I thought you'd say)
[personal profile] adorabastard
[The man that speaks sounds very British. (It's actually a Ferelden accent, but it sounds British.)]

I've been on the phone all day to ... a lot of different people. Holiday and all. But it turns out that the only ones I can ask about this are all of you.

[Which he doesn't sound very happy about. DEEP BREATH:]

Demonic possession. Does anyone know anything about it?

[A pause.]

... Since I'm asking for information.... I got some antipsychotics the other day. But this network is still here, so I don't think they work. Just in case anyone else was considering that route.

[video]

Dec. 24th, 2013 02:20 pm
reapsthewind: (64)
[personal profile] reapsthewind
[Chris is wearing a yellow hard hat, a shirt that says BAH, HUMBUG! and green shutter shades with plastic holly glued to them]

Happy day before Atheist Children Get Presents Day, or whatever the hell you celebrate. If you're Jewish, happy Chinese Food and Movie Night. If you don't celebrate anything, uh...

[shrug]

Happy Tuesday.

I dunno what's up with the hat, guess it's just one of those weird random things we got unconnected to anything else. Also, sorry I haven't been around, dealing with stuff

[read: ignoring her problems and all this shit in her head and comforting her boyfriend and all that]

And one of the freelance programming projects I'm on just went into QA testing so I'm stuck doing the same damn action repeatedly and recording bugs. Fuuun.

Also, there's a sculptor hiding in my basement, who I've been avoiding because I did break his shit a while back. Hi Dave. I'm the person you occasionally see in the kitchen long enough to grab food and then disappear to my room. I have no idea if he celebrates a holiday at this time of year. Shit, I don't even know if we have a tree? Hey, Uncle, do we have a tree? Should I set up a plane to fly around the tree, because it's way cooler than a train?

Everyone who bought me gifts: I'm really sorry that I totally forgot to buy you all gifts and um. I guess I'll try for New Years? But seriously thank you all.
scramasax: (5. Re: Alas.)
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[The number 3813367419 is written onto a sheet of paper, visual connection establishes with a small vocal sound, and Anthony is there in the frame - not this time around, it seems, taking care to be especially shy about having his handsomely rotted-out face in the frame. He looks, in fact, faintly exhausted, and it's reflective of his brain being in enough of a state of restlessness that nor does he this time about preface a start in on speaking - ] I have to know what, uhm.

-- Someone who can't go - anywhere. Can do. I -- [Cough into a "Hmm".] - keep trying to... think of things. I don't uh -- I don't think there's anything - no one else can.

[He's feeling rather defeated and doesn't even like what he's saying - not the admission, even the implicit one, that, within the realm of remote convenience, he cannot and probably should not go anywhere, not anywhere insecure. Similarly his voice is, all throughout, tired and restless. There's a little of a distracted, anxious shake to it, it's let hang at a lower, hoarse pitch. His eyes lower off the frame for a moment, and then sets the connection aside.]
pokebonnet: (oh dear)
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[A series of numbers is written on the top of the paper in loopy old-lady handwriting. It's followed by a sketch of an old-fashioned ruffled parasol and a few jotted down phases, some of which are written sideways.]

“I shield in the name of fashion. I accessorize for one and all. Pursuit of truth is my passion. This I vow by the great parasol.”

“May the blood of the souless keep your own soul safe.”

Puff Bonnet? Ruffled Parasol?

What is the Parasol Protectorate???


[Whoever is writing this doesn't seem to have figured out about the whole network thing yet.]
italktofish: cap from wf.toonzone.net (Ohnoes)
[personal profile] italktofish
GUYS! GUYS!

MY GRANNY JUST SHOWED UP IN TOWN TODAY! JUST SHOWED RIGHT UP OUT OF NOWHERE!

[Arthur is not sure how to deal with this.He's torn between excited and REALLY ALARMED.]

I mean, I love my granny, but she can't stay here! It's too DANGEROUS! And now she's trying to get ME to leave to go back home with her BECAUSE it's dangerous! And she doesn't even know the HALF of it!

[WHAT DOES HE DO]

It's already gotten kind of hard explaining my OUTRAGEOUS physique to her, but I think we're going to be okay! She thinks I've really been working out!