savetheearth | Entries tagged with transformers live action: ratchet

[This is the first time Chuck has ever shown his face on the network, so he's looking a little nervous when the video starts up. It doesn't help that, in the worst case scenario, he's about to open himself to potential murder here. Still, he forces a more or less casual expression as the video starts.]

So. I know you, but you don't me. I'm Chuck--moved into town about a year ago, and been on this network since January.

...I'm also a Blood Key. [Chuck grabs the neckline of his shirt and pulls it down to show the keyhole tattoo on camera.] Now, before any of you start sharpening your axes, I'm saying that to try and help--trust me, I think what's going on here is just as messed up as you do, and I have information I bet you guys could use.

So instead of trying to kill me, just...think of me as your man on the inside. [He puts on a confident grin, almost leaning into a smirk.] Deal?

goldenbrother

Who: Geoff Benwick and OPEN (to Locke City characters in the main log; phone-in thread is open to all).
When: June 1st-4th, afternoons.
Where: By Locke's City Hall.
What: One of Locke's visitors from beyond the atmosphere would like to make acquaintances of some of the city's other less-mundane occupants.

( Spend your busy days with monsters and your quiet ones with aliens. )

[OOC: If your character cannot, would refuse to, or just plain wouldn't meet with Geoff in person but you'd still like him to speak with them, you may have them call in if you like.

Remember that speaking with Geoff directly 1. leaves a person under the influence of a supernatural "charm" effect which makes him seem trustworthy by default, and 2. grants eligibility for a plot Echo.

show_my_cannons

[There's a brief shot of Harding's face as the thing turns on. He was probably about to send a message to a select few people, but, from the brief look on his face, the one of sudden surprise, he's been diverted from it.]

[He swears, and the phone actually falls out of his hand, landing heavily on the floor, on its side.]

[It's enough for the video feed to capture a tiny toothpick monster, brandishing a slightly bloodied toothpick sword. It's only about ankle-high, but it looks angry. There's a snarl from off-screen.]

[And... the sound of shifting metal.]

[Out of nowhere, a foot stamps down on top of it. A very metal, very nonhuman foot. The toothpick monster doesn't have a chance. The foot withdraws.]

[Silence.]

[After a moment, the man picks his phone back up.]

I was going to say. [He frowns, scowling down at his feet.] Something... I cannot remember, now.

Damn it.

[CLICK goes the feed.]

soulsborderline

[Lest anyone forget she's still on the Network, Asuka has an observation for everyone coming from a sparsely lit dorm room covered in an explosion of notebooks and printouts. Finals season, you know. Nothing to do with hiding from monsters.]

In case anyone was curious, seeing that light in Vegas made me remember something interesting. Apparently the people I piloted a giant robot and fought aliens for before or alternately or whatever had bases in Nevada and the US East Coast.

[For some reason, she chooses to look smug about this.]

If my expert pattern analysis is correct, we should keep a look out for weird stuff happening in Germany and Japan, because that's where I remember the other bases being.

transcender

[There's a brunette almost glaring at the screen when it flips on, but you just get a quick flash of the person before he's flipping the camera to a blue and navy flight suit complete with a matching helmet which is laid out on his very messy bed.]

I was going to ignore this but I guess I can't now considering this damn thing showed up on me while outside- in public... does it mean anything to anyone on here?

[He holds the phone on the suit for a moment longer before he's flipping it around to face him again. Deren has his hand up in his hair, resting heavily on it from his somewhat hunched position at his desk. The wall behind him is covered in posters and IKEA style shelving and the room he's in is pretty tiny.]

Also- anyone on here know anything about space and giant robots? I remember a few from when the snake attacked but I have no idea who they are on here and god I have a migraine- just help? [He both looks and sounds exhausted, and a little irritable.]

[[ooc: edited to add in the link to the flight suit.]]

epimethean

1. I'm starting to think it might be a good idea to see what is or isn't going on in Las Vegas, if anyone wants to come. I'm not flying, so probably we'll drive, or go by train, or something. It's going to be terrible but I don't want to kick up a fuss at the airport. If you want to come, eighteen years old or with parental permission, please, let's all have some common sense.

2. Is there anyone at all good at...I don't know. Electrical rigging. Wiring. Plugs and adapters and things. Making plugs and adapters and things fit into sockets they wouldn't ordinarily fit into, I suppose.

3. Vaguely related to #2. What happens when you're starting to think you weren't exactly human? I mean. At least, not entirely. Jury's still out on that one.

hollowleg

[Shiro clears his throat. When he speaks, it's clear his voice has... uh... changed. It has a weird flange to it. Something like this! Or exactly like that. Whatever]

So, I figured I'd let you guys know that Chris has voluntarily left town to take a good job out in San Francisco with her buddy Matt. This happened... like, a week ago. But I'm just now getting around to saying anything about it.

Anyway so she's gone. Don't blame her. This city is a mess. I've relegated myself to the kitchen of the bakery where I don't have to talk much. On account of the fact that I sound like a cheap halloween voice effect all the time.

What was I going to say... oh.

I got some shit from the farmhouse on me. You tech-heads out there might want to take a look at it. I got one of the robots' heads and its legs, too. It's... really fuckin' complex lookin'. Anyway they ain't doin' me any good, so I'll give 'em to whoever wants them. Maybe you can ferret out some information about our alien friends.

[EDIT; TEXT]
Ok since there's several people who want to mess with the goods, im just gonna be at the magnificent bakery downtown.... tomorrow night after hours? 10 pm. I'll have the stuff and everyone who wants to look can come look.

[[ooc: WORD OF MODS is that no useful information will be gleaned from the robot parts since they're so complex it's like a rodent looking at a nuclear bomb]]

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~]

swissarmyjesus

[He's been holding off on making a post here for a while now. He's mainly lurked since he first connected in January and saw people plotting Blood Key murders, but after Wise Snake he has too many questions and not enough people to talk to about this stuff.]

I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say you guys weren't the ones who unleashed that giant snake thing on the city. It doesn't look like it based on what you're all saying on the news, anyway. (Nice costumes, by the way.) I guess I should just feel lucky my house is still standing, even though there are rescue teams camping out here and shutting down half the roads.

Just two questions: Anyone got any idea what caused all this in the first place? There's no way some giant snake monster went all Godzilla on everything out of nowhere.

Second, I know we're all getting these 'echoes' that are dropping giant robots on people left and right, but this is different. This isn't something I own, this is something I can do.

[to better illustrate his point, he switches to video. He makes sure his face is out of frame first (he doesn't trust you THAT much, guys) and backs up several steps, so that only his arm is in view against the wall behind him. Then, with a whining noise, metal erupts out of his arm to form one of these. After flexing the fingers for a few seconds, the machine folds back into his perfectly fleshy, human arm. He walks back over to the screen and shuts off the video.]

Is this all still normal 'echo' stuff or should I be getting checked out at the magical superpower hospital?

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

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. ]

disdainfully

Who: Thorir T. Thorsson & his NPC!wife Mardís, John Smith, Hajime Aikawa, Shou Chinen, Henry Cassidy, Gabriel, maybe more
When: 27th, 3-4pm.
Where: most likely John Smith's apartment.
What: Thorir's wife needs to be told about the network, and having no powers of physical alterations yet, he needs help with that.

[Please refer to the posts within for what is actually going on.]

neonnerd

I've seen a number of people asking about echoes and collecting information on what people have received, but as far as I'm aware, there hasn't been much talk on what echoes have revealed about the differences in who you are now, and who you once were.

I don't mean physical differences, of course, but... have any of you seen enough in your echoes to have an idea of what your other self was like? Their family, occupation, personality? Choices they made that you don't understand, or seem to be very different from what you would do?

You don't have to answer in specifics if you're not comfortable, though I would like to have as much data on this as possible. Both out of curiosity, and because I believe the being in my echoes is... quite different from me. And not merely because of the alien robot part.

To put it simply: I am a doctor, and a professor, and he was quite clearly a soldier.

[There's a pause, as he considers saying more on the matter, and then decides to leave it there.

Well, aside from one more thing.]

And a more light-hearted additional question, if I may - have any of you told a non-network member about what's going on, and had them react with... a little more enthusiasm than anticipated?

neonnerd

Who: Benjamin Ratchet and Aaron Harding
When: January 9th, night
Where: Dead District
What: Benjamin attempts to pick Harding up from work, and ends up jumped by Blood Key members

( Read more... )

skycutter

[Okay so Miles was supposed to announce recent findings to everyone but now that someone's sorta-maybe said he's a member of the Keys? Uh yeah fuck no.

Time to be choosy as to whom he gives info to.]

i need an adult. several adults really. i've got information on something and i think talking to adults are the way to go right now.

scientists, doctors, military, ex-military, holding high positions, adults like that. and didn't we have someone in the police or something? responsible, reasonable ones, that's what i'm saying.

but if someone tries to impersonate a cop AGAIN i'm ending the transmission right there. i'm being pretty serious right now.

[Because there's a dude stuck to the wall by metal pieces and chains in his old industrial building and he wants said dude out. Like yesterday.]

show_my_cannons

Someone asked once if anyone else got a weapon back from... these memory things.

[He looks down.]

[There's... a gun laying across his table. It's pretty much as big as he is. Honestly, it looks like a goddamn futuristic alien cannon.]

... I guess that's my answer.

[And then, awkwardly, a text appears.]

[PRIVATE TO: BEN RATCHET]
you're working new years right?

adorabastard

[The handwriting that appears is dark, as though someone's pressing very hard with their pen. It's hastily written, making it barely legible at points.]

robots and aliens????

ROBOTS and ALIENS

That's the last time I listen to anything that man says. "Write it down," he said. "It'll make you feel better," he said.

that WORTHLESS piece of

[There's just. A bunch of scribbles here. They probably tried to be words, but they're just ... not.

[A minute or so passes before more words appear. The handwriting isn't so dark anymore, and it's definitely neater. Looks as though someone calmed down.]

All I want to know is this: why did the buzzing suddenly stop?

[Why not ask? It's not like the rest of these people are sane.]

amajin

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

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

healspec

Who: If you have even the flimsiest of excuses to be at LCUH, you are more than welcome here.
When: The week of the 12/3 earthquake
Where: Locke City University Hospital
What: This is a catch-all post for threads at LCUH. Hospital staff, volunteers, patients, visitors, whatever--if you want to do a thread at the hospital, here you go. NOTE: this is party-style, I'm more interested in giving people a place to thread than in threading w/everyone at the hospital myself.

( Current state of affairs at LCUH: )

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

show_my_cannons

Got to love how in the midst of a holiday supposed to be about... giving and togetherness and crap... All we're doing is drawing lines in the sand. If it's Us against Them, quit making trouble between each other already.

stagnantair

Well, it has been an eventful few weeks.

[Like before, Gavin looks a little tired. He's also wearing a pair of glasses, that's new.]

Things are starting to get harder at work for me, there's been a lot of awkward questions. I may have to quit.

[He sighs.]

Maybe I shouldn't do this here but.. Anyone know someone who'll hire a guy with a Master's in Biomedical Engineering?

I assume that if I were to get a job through someone on the Network I wouldn't be asked about anymore strange physical changes... At least, until they're really bad.

[There's a pause, and he looks away.]

I hope not.

reapsthewind

not that anyone noticed but raoul light's missing, as in totally missing, as in, after i hadn't heard from him in a while i went so far as to check up on his usual piano playing haunts and he's not been seen in a long while

given that he was an ex-cop with some pretty obvious mutations who was already on a hit-list for being a socialist i

yeah

i feel like we need a list of the dead

and for every name on it, we'll torture one of theirs. slowly. and leave them alive, to twist in the wind. bastards.

other news: not dead. giant thing at rachel's house -- anyone get samples of the pink stuff, and have you started doing some good old fashioned science yet?

( Email to Benjamin Ratchet )

( Email to Mordin Solus )

honestopinion

[Jamie’s getting older now, because his middle school is in a safe part of town and because his mother’s apartment isn’t either he’s welcome to ride public from school to home on certain days. Those days being the ones his mother had to work late…

Ever since it happened all he could think about is the echo, no matter how badly Jamie tired to push it out of his mind the memory just wouldn’t leave. It terrified him, what if this time he doesn’t have his mom to rescue him? There’s also the whole thing around these numbers.. and the tiny memories he’s been reliving almost through eyes that feel so much like his own.. The world he sees isn’t the same, however, and neither is the person, there are no glass frames or breathing issues behind those similar eyes.

A promise was also unforgotten, one concerning this number he couldn’t forget… to write it down on a piece of paper to prove some kind of point.. would it? What would it prove..? Jamie only has homework with him paper wise, and a notebook for humanities. However, he always has his 3DS on him. It seems stupid at the time and it’ll seem stupid tomorrow but Jamie writes his number over the touchpad of his three dimensional duel screen in the application swapnote.. the worlds read--

( Read more... )

--As if that will make them stop or as if anyone can hear him from his quiet set on the bus. What he doesn’t know is that others can hear him and soon replies will be coming in through his 3DS screen. You never know in Locke City if the person next to you is part of the network either. Hey, he added a bunch of people on his game, is ‘Your Friend Jamie Near By!’?]

scramasax

[Slow and steadily handwritten text in pen:]

This is Anthony. I apologize to anyone who it bothers. However, I am going to switch to video. Excuse me, please.

[The words stay in place with no change in the transmission for between four and five seconds.

It shifts to visual with a hoarse and mumbled "Hello."

When it switches to video Anthony looks no different than he did in his last message - except, of course, rather more composed. At the least relatively - he still looks uneasy. Shoulders distinctly hunched making himself not timidly but anxiously somewhat small in the frame. Eyes don't go fully unlidded, blinking rapid, less-obviously brow slightly knitted and eyes themselves wandering one way and then the other.

His fingers are laced and hands resting from where he had them clasped in front of them before shifting method of communication - also not-so-obvious twitch in his face that'd be a little too quick to catch as some misgiving polite obligatory smile even if his face was in the state it was in April.]

-- I er...

-- thought it - may - be - good -- to mention... that I... -- know from experience that I -- cannot die. -- Normally... [This is cagier than he hopes it sounds, as it's more than he can actually claim to know for a fact.] If -- ...there's a fight -- any time soon -- ...if - we're -- ge - getting attacked, again, I, erm. ... -- Won't mind -- if I can -- ...be - there.

[Less-than-forthright way to say that he hopes to.]

Uhm. That's all -- thank - ...Thank you...

[In a moment his shoulders hunch even deeper and he cringes away from the screen before dusting the page aside and cutting the feed.]

neonnerd

If anyone's looking to add a haunted house to their Halloween itinerary, or another place to stop for free food and drinks, I'll be having a Halloween themed event at my place starting around 5 pm, and going - well, until people stop showing up.

It won't be Numbers only, as a warning, there's been fliers up around Locke University and my neighborhood for about a week now, but anyone and everyone is welcome. If any arrangements need be made, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

[He writes down his address, for anyone who wishes to stop by.]

And I suppose now's as good of a time as any to add that I'm a doctor at the university hospital. Should anyone find themselves there because of a numbers related incident, ask for Doctor Ratchet. I can guarantee very few questions asked. In addition, my house is always open to anyone in need.

( action below )

reapsthewind

i forgot things for a while

sorry i dont' know what happened

it was kind of nice actually for about a month I just did my fucking job and I felt like I was missing some people but other than that I didn't have any robot bullshit and I even thought robots were cool again

ha

after the plane crash

did i mention that

i went on a plane flight with some folks and it was sabotaged

we managed to land it, barely, but

it left us all changed and some fucker was good enough to know where i rent my fucking planes

i need somewhere to stay and i need someone to pick me up

please don't ask what's wrong

i quit my new job too and i went to lsu and asked for a leave of absence. if you're a doctor i'd be much obliged if you could forge some medical documentation saying i can't go to school for a while.

i need to figure out how to freelance program from my house

i'm rambling? I'm not okay

I'm not

okay

purplepants

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

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

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

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

show_my_cannons

Has anyone actually gone into the blast area? Or are we all just sitting around, asking questions?

Forget the towers for now. If no one's gone in there, I am.

[Harding, do you know how fundamentally bad that idea is?]

Alone, if I have to.

wastingtime

I know there's quite a lot going on right now, but...that just affirms my latest impulse.

I'd like to buy a house in the area. In my name, but, ultimately, I think we could all use another safe haven. ~~That, and I'm growing tired of this renting business.~~

Does anyone have any advice?

--

[PRIVATE; CHRISTOBEL]
No parties.

honestopinion

You people talk about some of the most dull stuff, you know that? Obviously this is some kinda online message board, right? Ugh, it’s like those personal lifejournals that no one actually cares about or reads but literally this place is a hub for old people to talk about each other’s lives. (；￢_￢) Gross, why care about real life? Real life blows. I’ve never heard of an entire city with an internet chat board but whatever (sounds like you're a bunch of pedophiles to be honest.) Gotta keep those mean, judgmental, normal people out, right? Ha— Enough boring life garbage, talk about something entertaining… like anime. Yeah, anime, let’s talk about anime. Not fucking cartoons either I mean Japanese animation, it’s 110% superior in every way. It’s mature and for adults, obviously a good way to suck up your time since you all seems so lost about your lives. Better than all that American TV shit that goes to waste by the 3ed season, how do people watch that stuff? It’s so laaammmmeeee.. Anyway, currently, I’m re-watching a classic k-OFF! by KyoAni and playing the new Tiny Monsters on my 3DS. We can exchange friend codes if you want, more safari friends for me. (^-^*)/ If anyone wants to talk about mecha or moe anime it's my life, I've watched just about every single anime about giant robots there is!

[Look at all that rude sass, wouldn’t you know it’s coming from a newly transferred thirteen year-old boy. He’s a smart kid, after poking around and lurking a bit he’s figured out mostly how this network things works (people don’t give kids these days any credit for just how tech savvy they are.) Jamie feels most confident behind his computer so most of his venting happens over his bully of an internet personal, far too shy to speak so vividly in real life…

Unless it’s of course about anime, he knows everything about anime, video games, and glorious Japan so don’t even think you got one over him on that, no sir.]

lightsoflife

For anybody new to this network, my name is Naomi Kaufman. I work down at the city forensics lab, and I'm here to gauge interest in an idea I've been considering lately.

For the scientifically minded among us and/or other parties interested in finding more about what's going on here, what would you say to the idea of collaboration? I suspect - or at the least, I hope - that research and experimentation may bring to light new information about our situation.

For example: previously it was found that the chemical they added to the water in August seems to react specifically to those on this network, which implies (but doesn't confirm) that there may be a physiological difference between us and people outside this conspiracy. But if that difference exists, is that an inherent difference or somehow imposed? If the latter, what about us has changed?

And that's only from the matter of the water. There's bound to be more to be found from previous events and findings, although I'm not well experienced with anything else. Still, it may be that by pooling resources or specific areas of expertise and looking more closely at evidence we have already, we may be able to discover new information about this whole business.

I can't promise that this will go anywhere, but if it does then it would also require that people volunteer avenues of investigations - potential experiments, results of past echoes, suspicious items or samples from previous incidents like the water in August. Someone brought up the matter of trying to find out more about those who have experienced changes transforming them into something other than human, but that would require the cooperation of those who already exhibit nonhuman traits. All of this is strictly voluntary, of course.

If you're interested in this idea and/or in contributing something - ideas, resources, anything - please speak up.

scramasax

[This time Anthony is calling in out of hesitance, not in spite of it - it was just a thought, tentatively-presented, and any form of text would make it seem a bit more formal - also hence the lack of a greeting or other courtesy phrase when he starts to speak, though the removed pressure in indeed going into it tentatively seems to be getting his words moving a tad more quickly and easily than usual, still in a reserved and hoarse tone.]

Would it -- uhm.

...Does anyone -- think we should, perhaps, erm -- ...compile - advice on -- managing types of changes that we've -- seen... more than once? And - situations... Not only changes.

[Catches up and stumbles out:] -- This is Anthony - by the way. Excuse me.

I -- wondered this because we've had two people - now -- that I'm aware asked - ...what to do for a blood craving. [That was mumbled; no very graceful, strictly-courteous way to put that, probably.] Maybe we could list - possible solutions to -- ...things that happen often... -- Or that are not that uncommon.

Excuse me.

gainingmomentum

So for my own curiosity, and for the sake of other people in this little Numbers Club, I thought it'd be a good thing for those of us in public service positions to make ourselves known so we know who we can trust on the job, and who others can trust if they need help. Strictly voluntary - if you don't want to point yourself out, that's fine too. I don't know about any of you folks, but I rather like knowing who all is on my side.

And I suppose if any civilians have questions for any of us, have at asking.

[OOC: Posting format is akin to a CR meme - characters introduce themselves and tell their position and any other information they want to share.]

show_my_cannons

[This memory bullshit is out of control. But memories, at least, he can pretend to ignore every once in a while.]

[The things suddenly tattooed on his face are another story entirely.]

...

Anyone know anything about tattoo removal? Quick removal.

Tired of all this. I can get fired over this shit.

[Probably not, but that's just the cranky ex-soldier getting even crankier.]

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. )

wastingtime

I'd comment on the lights, but I do believe the rest of you already have that covered.

Instead, how many of you happen work at the local college? There's some equipment I'd like to use, but I'd much rather have the assistance of someone already with access than to try and figure out some sort of excuse.

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?

reapsthewind

Who: Dr. Benjamin T. Ratchet | Ratchet, Christobel Starsky | Starscream
What: ACCIDENTAL BUMPING INTOS and "oh hey you're also in on the crazy bullshit?"
Where: Locke University
When: weekday, during class hours

( haha I'm not witty um ROBUTTS IN DISGUISE )

dominateartimus

I don't know if this has been asked on here before, but... [There's a momentary pause, as if he was trying to assemble his words. A shaky exhale is heard before he continues.] Has anyone else experienced war 'pulses'?

[He could have ended it there, keep it short and simple. But there was a another thing on his mind, despite being rather reluctant to share it.]

...There's a possibility that I might not be human anymore.

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