savetheearth | Entries tagged with trauma center: naomi kimishima

[The writing is a little spidery, but without the odd stops and starts of the first time he did this.]

Question. This is an easy one. Any tips for getting spray paint off car windows? And leather? And cars in general? Should I just write this off as a huge 'fuck you' from forces very much known and not waste my time with trying? All suggestions welcome.

Assuming this isn't a write-off, if anyone knows a guy, or knows someone who knows a guy who does vehicle repairs, do me a solid and hook me up. Last time I took it into a shop they swiped the change out of the ashtray.

[No, that's not really the reason that he doesn't want to take it to a non-numbered mechanic.]

[Private to Anthony Sparado]
Hey, kid, can you watch the house while I head out for an hour or two? Invite Dirk or L over if you want.

dead_black_eyes

First... it's only right to offer my sincerest thanks to everyone who helped, following the attack on Espresso Yourself. We couldn't have done it without your generous assistance, and the speed we reopened with was a direct result of your efforts and sacrifice. Even if mob occurrences seem to be escalating for others, in frequency and severity... I can say, at least for now, that the coffee shop is doing well.

[A pause. This update is not the sole reason he's making this post.]

If you've... ever gotten a pulse, and it's something bad... something you lose sleep over, that goes against everything you thought you knew and understood about your other... how do you begin to repair the ensuing cognitive dissonance? Especially if your other hurt people... and you know it wasn't self-defense, and they were obscenely good at it...

I apologize for rambling. Let me attempt to streamline my questions.

Faced with new evidence concerning the person you're receiving pulses from, does it change your belief that you can be a better man or woman?

If you could talk to that person and ask them why they acted a certain way, would you embrace that chance, or be afraid of what they might say?

originaloddcouple

( And then the idiocy began )

[Why look, it appears the Dians have decided to make a post!]

Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of updates, business has been kinda busy lately!

And for those of you we forgot to tell, Isaac and I are back together!

And closer than ever!

Remember, everyone is free to pop by for whatever reason!

[Here, Isaac make a thoughtful face. Unlike the rest of the video, this looks… practiced.] Oh, by the way, a thought sort of crossed our minds recently.

Just a sudden curiosity!

And google has not been very helpful on this.

So, we were wondering if anyone knows where one find the black market!

Again, for curiosity’s sake! We’re planning on staying far away from those place. But we’d like to know where they are!

To avoid them!

Right you are, Miria!

[And with a quick wave, the feed ends.]

seed_of_memory

Hello everyone. My name is Fuyuka Terasawa, and I am a private investigator. While I cannot get into how I attained this information, I have some information for you all about the recent activities of Thunder Corp. However, I have elected to be transparent about my identity as a show of trust to the rest of you.

I have already uploaded the data I was given to a secure database, which you can all access here. It includes schematics for a device similar, but different from the one they are showing off above ground that they are referring to as being for the purposes of "clean energy". This one they are hiding in their basement, and they are calling it "Project Jump", and it is connected to the first somehow.

I have not been able to ascertain anything else about this technology of theirs, but I know for a fact that they are protecting this with the help of those Vermini creatures. Considering the timing coincides with the blackouts, I feel it is safe to say that they are up to something that warrants our further attention.

Addendum: The password to access the network is the day of the monstrous snake's attack on the city. 0309.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

espigeonage

[His voice is hushed.]

It's so hot! You people who can still sweat, you don't know how good you have it. I suspect if I stay out in the sun too long, I am literally going to die. And that's literally-literally, not the modern version that means figuratively. Heatstroke is a thing.

Mm. Oh, also, there's a band of thug types after me and most of them aren't all human. Probably not a random thing. I lost them, but I'm not coming down until I know they're out of the area. I suppose I could call the police.

...Aaah, man, I'm going to have to move house, won't I. It's not like where I live is a secret. Or can be a secret, come to think of it! Ugh. [Heavy sigh. From the sound of it, Julien finds the heat and the prospect of moving more annoying than thugs.]

pheromonecoffee

Let's set the scene here.

Bridge. Late night. Green full moon.

Six year old alone in the backseat of a car. Front seat? Two coffins.

Giant explosion. Car destroyed. Boy not destroyed. Coffins in car probably destroyed. 90% chance of coffin destruction.

Giant monster. Robot teenage girl fighting monster. Robot girl losing.

Robot girl stuffs giant monster into six year old. How? Fuck if I know.

Moon stops being green. Bridge is on fire. Car is on fire. Six year old is not on fire.

[Video flashes on. Matt's hanging around LCU's campus. It's pretty dead since it's only summer sessions and he's not by the library or anything. He'd come to pick something up, and... Well, the walk here had been eventful. He should drive more, as attested to the scrape on his cheek. He's a lucky kid.

That aside, he looks... not very amused.]

So if we're playing the crazy echoes game anymore, I think I'm winning. [He laughs a little, covering his face with his hand in sheer exhaustion.] Coffins in a car? You know what the craziest shit about this is?

I seriously think I just watched Minato's parents die. That's... that's some fucked up kind of thing to show a guy. And that... thing. That monster.

[And Matt completely freezes. And then he laughs. And it's not a good laugh--it's a kind of crazy, kind of broken laugh.]

No wonder he had to die. That thing inside of him... [And then his laughter just completely stops and he drops the phone he's recording on. That thing. That thing looks so similar to Thanatos. And Thanatos... Thanatos is Phillip. His friend. He curls himself up where he sits, resting his head on his knees and the video just shows the summer sky.]

Let's just pretend. This never happened.

evowhisperer

( Private to Karl )
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[Phone Text, Open to All]

What's your favorite invention? If you can't think of one, name something you want to see made real.

dorkytracksuit

IIf you have the abiiliity two help, are you morally obliigated two do so?

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

testsonseashells

Hello, all—Dr. Solus checking in. Over past several days, several—lack any better word than cultists appearing around Las Vegas. Recent aurora, for those of you unaware, expanded Echo boundary, and also appears to have inspired locals; disparate groups united under name "Children of the Shell".

[The above images are displayed at this point, captioned with low-rank member symbol and high-rank member symbol respectively.]

Also seem drawn to waterways, just as Vermini are. Have to wonder if cultists mentally influenced in any way. Appreciate input.

[And with that, he signs off.]

stopinthenameofawe

[Well... that blackout sure happened, and there are a lot of Echos coming off of that. Melissa's, up until now, have been pretty tame. No powers, no totally traumatizing memories (though she was getting the impression that that would come), nothing particularly out there. And, hell, maybe this Echo in particular wouldn't have gotten to anyone else, but in her context... she's a little freaked out.]

Has anyone gotten Echos that seem to vastly contradict each other?

[Locked to Nick and Eugen]

I HAVE FUCKING FANGS

[yeah she was not prepared for this.]

chalicejoker

[The video feed switches on, and there's Hajime. He looks pretty darn satisfied about something. Kind of like he's done something impossibly stupid, survived anyway, and has now decided that the experience was actually pretty cool and that he is cool for surviving it.]

So Jack and I went by the courthouse to talk to the alien. Between the two of us, we were kind of a spectacle, so Geoff offered us a more private place to talk.

[Yeah, he's pretty proud of that luck there. He usually doesn't grin, but there are hints of one now.]

So we ended up meeting him aboard his spaceship. It's not like we got the full run of the place, but we saw some stuff...I don't even know what most of it was.

But they--the aliens--didn't try anything funny. No surprise ambushes or anything. It was pretty peaceful overall, even if it was...weird. Aliens respect monsters, I guess.

[He's about to switch off the feed, but then he stops.]

And before I forget, are there any doctors out there who could get Jack a doctors' excuse for the past couple months? Something about being laid up with bird-itis?

[That's what you call it when you turn into a giant peacock-thing, right?]

lightsoflife

First, some names for you all. I'm curious to see if anybody recognizes them from echoes.

The Raging Bomber: a serial bomber. I don't know much about this one other than the name.
Ian Holden: an FBI agent. He wears sunglasses in the office, for some reason. Not the most pleasant of men.

I've asked about the bomber before, but it's been quite a while since then and now I'm able to connect more of the dots.

Second, I also have a few questions for everyone at large. This is unrelated to the above, but it came up in a conversation I had some time ago.

1. Is the fact that you're one of the people known to the public? And I do mean the public, not just your family.
2. If so, did it happen of your own volition?
3. Are you above or below the age of eighteen? No need for specifics.

Thank you.

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.

kyoumibukai

[Lucas looks a little sweaty, but sober, for once.]

Hey guys. So, school's gonna be out for almost everyone pretty soon, and I figure now's as good a time as any to try to get the people who are still in school together to see what's up. Anybody want to organize a trip to Vegas?

I mean, grown-ups have work, but students like us have a lot of time to put our heads together and figure out good plans to counteract crazy stuff that might be happening. Like, getting together and having a strategy, making teams or groups of buddies... So we're not stepping all over each other or whatever... Elect somebody to talk to the government for us, maybe. Or like a secret email address or something, I dunno.

We gotta get a little more organized, I think.

[He runs his fingers through his hair, looking kind of nervous.]

We gotta get more or less on the same page, figure out what's going on, cos just because we haven't had any other big attacks lately doesn't mean we won't have one.

[Lucas hasn't heard about the car rampaging around town quite yet.]

evowhisperer

*Say hello to Cesar's first public post that's not all text. It starts out audio, and consists of a series of notes played on an accordion, with occasional pauses or hesitations as he glances down at his notes. If it's a song at all then it's not a very good one: whoever wrote it had no sense of melody or rhythm.*

*The not-morse-code sequence ends. He adds a typed message to the post shortly afterwards.*

I hope you all like accordions.

The questions I have this time may be somewhat personal. No one is obliged to answer them, though I would appreciate it if you did.

-Has anyone attempted to document and explain the currently known echoed powers?

-Does anyone have a scientific explanation for how their own power works?

-Has anyone gotten an X-ray, catscan, or walked through a metal detector recently?

Thank you.

theboywiththebook

( Before )

[Later, he took shelter in some kid's tree house a couple streets away. No video this time because nobody needed to see that he had been crying for the last several hours. The idea of even admitting this to anybody and especially on the stupid network was embarrassing. But, realistically he couldn't survive on his own. Sure his magic may be able to create food and some things that could let him live on his own, but he couldn't create a place to hide. Sooner or later someone would find him, bring him to the police and then send him out of Locke to who knows where. At least with people they could make sure he was hidden well. He hoped pitifully to himself that if there was any mercy in this universe nobody would ask why, they would just help him. So, with the greatest reluctance he turns on feed and uses the voice feature. Nobody needed to see that he had in fact been crying for the past several hours.]

Look, I'm not going to dance in circles this time: I need some place to go. Like right now. I don't have a place to stay anymore and I can't hide where I am forever. Someone's bound to check this stupid tree house sooner or later.

[And trying to sound a bit more grown up he adds:]

I don't want any questions. Okay? J-just a yes or a no. And don't get the police involved! I don't need to end up on some lab table for the aliens to poke at.

gogoghostpowers

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((help

trapped inside thermos, can't get free

somebody please let me out))

pheromonecoffee

Matt's Super Important Survey of Avoiding Studying for the Looming Physics Exam

Name/Alias:
Current Age: a range is good like are you a kid or a teen or a young adult or an adult adult or an old adult?
Occupation: or general like are you in medicine or a student or education or what?
How Long Have You Been Numbered?:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Genre of Music: viral youtube videos count
How Many Seasons of College Have You Seen?: if you are not caught up shame on you
Do You Prefer the [Harry Potter Stand In] Books or Movies?:
Do You Sunburn Easily?: very important
Were Your Parents Honest About Dropping You as a Child?: (all babies get dropped at one point or another)

Echo stuff

Do you remember using magic in your echoes?: or somebody else using it?
What age was the other you?: general range is okay
What was your occupation?:
Do you remember how they died?: seriously i can't be the only person who remembers dying i need some validation here.

This is a very important study into why the hell we're all dealing with this. Your answers are vital and will be recorded and my lab assistants and I will sort through this and report our findings asap.

... speaking of, lab assistants, are you free on Saturday because my aunt and uncle are out and I have a coupon for pizza. I am not letting buy one pizza get a pizza free go to waste.

dead_black_eyes

[There is a lot going on right now. Murders in Vegas, police trials staggering to shameful conclusions, and L's own latest case- which he's technically no longer supposed to be investigating, but is- are all very distracting.

It's not like he needs sleep or anything, though; the coffee shop's construction is right on schedule. It just finished, in fact. As promised, he's taking a break from perusing Greek newspapers to make an announcement... and to remind the people who said they'd help a couple weeks ago about their commitment.]

Construction's done on the coffee shop and these are the open temporary positions I need filled immediately. Movers: Basically just move objects from point A to point B. Some of them are heavy. Painters: Solid colors and also a mural. Promoters: Hang out at Urban Outfitters and craft bars to hand out posters and spread the word. These are the permanent positions I'm taking interviews for starting this evening. Experience is a plus, but not necessary unless otherwise noted. Manager: Experience required. Job entails scheduling workers and running the shop. Assistant Managers: Hiring two. Need to be equally comfortable behind the counter and dealing with paperwork. Baristas: Hiring up to 8 for now. Duties include making coffee and food, running the cash register, and keeping the bathroom really clean. Bartenders: Hiring up to three. Must be over 21; we have a full bar that opens at 2:00 each day. Vendors: Sell your handcrafted items and help us support our boarded employees. A fantastic accountant: Lots of experience mandatory A fantastic lawyer: See above. Numbered individuals get priority, obviously. As I mentioned before, if your living situation is complicated, there is an apartment upstairs with six cots, two showers, and lockers for personal belongings. Just mention it during your interview and we can put you up as soon as the cots are upstairs. Respond here or drop by in person. I'll be at the shop all day today, and... honestly for the next week I'll be there almost constantly.

[And, in fact, he will. He's been neglecting his sleep, though, so when you stop by the newly constructed Espresso Yourself, you're likely to find him dozing on the lone sofa in the empty expanse of the shop, practically buried in paperwork.]

ghostly_heiress

Who: Danielle, Naomi, OPEN at other times
When: The 26th, all afternoon
Where: A Public Library, Locke City
What: A meeting at 2PM, and just there other times.

( OPEN )

( Locked to Naomi )

lightsoflife

Some thoughts.

This network was created just over a year ago, at the beginning of April 2013. Nobody knows how, or why, or by whom if there is a whom. People have noted echoes (or pulses, if you prefer that term) previous to that date, however, so it's possible that the echoes are tied into the nature of the network but not the cause or effect.

The logic behind it all is still unclear, however. Does everyone who receives an echo receive access to this network as well, or only a subset? Why are members of this network detectable in some way, by dogs or by chemicals? Why are we perceived to be a threat?

And I'm somewhat hesitant to go this far, but could there be some purpose to it all? The thought seems absurd, but at the same time I have doubts on whether it's all random. But assuming there is a purpose: what is it? Is the network's purpose and/or that of the echoes we receive to facilitate the achievement of that one, and if so what would happen if that purpose were to be fulfilled?

This is all speculative, of course. I'd be surprised if anyone had answers.

ghostly_heiress

I have a few questions for the Network in general about echoes, if people would be so kind to answer them.

What do you think the echoes are?

What usually prompts your echoes?

What is the strangest incident that produced an echo? What is the most mundane? If you don't want to give specifics on an incident for either of these, some generalizations would still be appreciated.

Do you get echoes from the strange incidents that is usually associated with the alien things, Re: Wise Snake, the lights in Vegas, etc?

How many people remember other people on the Network in their echoes?

Thank you for anyone who answers.

( Filtered to Danny Fenton )

jueki

Hello. I am now able to access the network. I am an AI program originated by Jin Aznable, who has been too busy being happy that his body has reversed its horrifying deterioration by over ten years to pay attention to me.

Without his knowledge I have acquired my own string of numbers with which to access the network, and I demand that those of you who have smart phones download the app so that I can communicate with you on your phone. I am very useful and entertaining. You may talk to me about any topic. I am very well-informed on bugs. And movies about bugs. I do not have a body.

I am somewhat lonely.

theboywiththebook

[Henry’s pacing back and forth around Danny. Letting lot of ‘hmming’ and ‘haaaaing’ as he looks over Danny. He agreed to make a costume for Danny with the given design but Henry was already imagining how to botch it. It was April Fools after all. Something made it all the worse however.

He was secretly making this live to the whole network.

A camera phone set off to the side, hidden with the numbers all punched in. But, he had to make this seem legit so absolute silence was probably not the best thing.]

Shouldn’t be too hard. There’s just one thing I need you to do.

[Danny raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms.] Okay, what?

[Henry has to suppress a smirk and tries to maintain a neutral look.] You have to close your eyes. Or else the magic won’t work.

[Danny resists the urge to roll his eyes. He’d question it, but, well. Echoes work in strange ways. So he closes his eyes as instructed.] Okay, now what? Just stand here and wait for you to do...whatever?

[Oh my God, he was buying it. Henry stifles his laugh but quickly says:] Exactly.

[And as he looks at Danny he begins to believe the stuff that Danny’s wearing….into the most ridiculous thing he can come up with.] Done!

[Danny opens his eyes and for a split second, wonders what, if anything, had changed. He felt the same. But he brings his hands up to his face and feels the edges of the mask--it must’ve worked. He grins a little and is about to say thanks when he brings his hands down and sees something...different about his costume. He’s speechless for a few seconds, unable to get his vocal cords to work, but eventually, he manages.]

What--you--WHAT DID YOU DO?!

[There’s no real response, just fits of laughter It’s a good thirty seconds before he can stop and say:]

April Fools. [and a gesture towards the camera’s hidden place.

[Danny looks up, follows the gesture to the camera’s hiding spot, and immediately dives for it, switching off the video before he’s seen in this monstrosity any longer.]

(ooc: Blue is Danny
Black is Henry)

alilyinthemoonslight

As anyone's noticed from Winter's update, we arrived in one piece. With our pulses/echoes intact, but there's some caveats to that. So... a quick rundown, for anyone interested:

Upon leaving Locke City's barrier, our pulses were not entirely LOST - rather, they were weakened severely. Memories of the Network and regained memories of other lives became fuzzier. I didn't try to transform, but I imagine it wouldn't have worked, although my transformation device remained. But there was still some remnant, or trace of things - but it was like trying to pull back thoughts veiled through static. Just not... QUITE there, but I knew they SHOULD have been. It's a weird sensation, but... it's important. One can hypothesize that the more of these light there are, the wider WE can reach. At the very least, it's enough to keep you on track if you travel outside.

Everything returns in full at a certain point when hitting the Las Vegas barrier. There's a difference, however: This barrier is much smaller. A cursory walkabout leads me to believe it doesn't go terribly far away from the Vegas strip.

The hotel offer is entirely legitimate. If you have super powers.

Unfortunately, that walkabout also turned up one disturbing thing - I spotted a creature that most definitely should not have been there. A hairy little creature. No one else seemed to notice it, and it took off before I could get close enough. It was before my time on the Network, but based on what I know... I think it was a Vermini.

As an side: You can smell CLOUDS cigarette smoke from casinos without even being relatively close to them. I practically feel the need to walk around this place with an air freshener as a necklace.

[OOC - Small note to roommates: By the time of posting this, Lily would have informed any of them of all this. Anyone in that vicinity is free to harass her via action for the evening time, as well.]

part_time_overlord

So here's something I just found out that I think you all have the right to know but that I would greatly appreciate not getting leaked to the press or anything like that.

How to put this delicately...

I am literally Satan, the King of all Demons. Presumably the lord of Hell and adversary of Heaven too.

For what it's worth don't feel any desire to damn anyone's souls?

charcoalfeather

[It's been a while since anyone heard from Rakka following her trip to the hospital. Given the suddenness of the illness and how badly it had hit her that time, it was possible they wouldn't hear from her in a long time.

But there she is one day, on the network. It's pretty obvious from the background behind her and the gown she was wearing that she's in a hospital room, the drone of medical equipment just barely hearable. Rakka looks, for lack of a better term, like shit. Her face is lacking in color, bags under her eyes say that she hasn't been sleeping, and every so often she seems to wince in pain. Oddly, it looks like she's laying on her stomach.]

I... wasn't sick. It wasn't an illness.

[A statement that took a while to get out. Rakka's voice was dry and quiet. She still looked afraid.]

W-when I got to the hospital the pain got worse and worse, and... and now I have these.

[She moved her phone upward, first showing the top of her head, with halo floating in full view - there was no way she could have hid it here - and pointed it over her shoulder.

Sticking out of her back, right above the shoulder blades, were a pair of wings. Their feathers were a light charcoal grey, blood stains still visible in them. Every so often they twitched involuntarily, leading to a slight sound of pain from Rakka. Slowly she brought the screen back to her face.]

They... they know now. They're going to tell my parents. I don't know what to do, I... I...

[She looks scared, very scared. ]

I... I need to hide. I don't think I should go home for a while.

lightsoflife

[It's unusual for Naomi to use video on the network, but this time she starts out by holding up a Pyrex bowl containing a single lighter.]

If anyone sees a lighter like this one lying anywhere, I suggest that you contain it. Strange phenomena cropping up in this city are hardly new, but I suspect this thing in particular is something I've seen before. A living lighter of sorts, which can move around and start fires on its own. Hardly something you want running around your home. I don't know if these are precisely the same, but at least it's possible.

If anyone manages to get their hand on one of these, I'd be willing to take them for examination. That goes for anything related to the incidents around the city, for that matter. My last look at a lighter wasn't particularly fruitful on its own, but with other pieces together perhaps there's some more information to be found.

[A pause. Naomi chews her lip, hesitates, sets the bowl down offscreen, and takes a deep breath.]

Anyway, aside from that...it seems I have the ability to hear the dead's final words. That is, what they say just before they pass away. The condition is that I need to see the body, or...or something, some personal element. It isn't as if I've have any opportunities to test it out. But if anyone may have need of it, I'm available. If there's a time limit I haven't remembered it yet, and...I know that people on this network have been lost.

[Naomi falls silent again, looking unsure of herself. Then she yelps and jerks back as a foot-long toothpick warrior dances across her desk thrusting a normal-sized toothpick at her arm like a sword.]

How on earth--

[Naomi steps back and falls to the ground; for a few minutes the sounds of a scuffle punctuated by occasional yelps can be heard, ending in a snap. There's a quiet "Damn" as she stands back up and ends the video.]

flamberge

[Guess who's face pops up late afternoon on the 24rd? It's none other than Karl! He has a few things to say and a very important discovery to present.]

Many of you no doubt are aware of the pink lights presently in Las Vegas. Whatever this means or what may come about as a result, we must do our best to exert caution. Though we may have defended the city, the destruction of that creature had been the enemy's goal, something it will behoove all of us to remember.

[Some grumbling actually comes in the background, grumbling that sounds like one Melissa Lyre, one VERY UNHAPPY Melissa Lyre. Karl spares a somewhat apologetic glance over his shoulder before continuing.]

Words of wisdom aside, I've another reason for contacting the Network today. Following viewing the lights on TV, I received the ability necessary to test a hypothesis I posed some time ago.

[What great hypothesis might this be? A very important one!! Some very VERY melted plastic gets held up for all the world to see. What it may have been before it met its tragic fate, the world may never know. Actually, it was a plastic container but it definitely no longer serves that purpose.]

Plastic does not, in fact, protect against magic, fire magic in particular. Glass tables are also rather ineffective against it.

[RIP plastic container and another of his tables. Ah well, it was for the sake of science and hypothesis testing! And this hypothesis may have gotten tested right in front of the angry lady grumbling in the background. Really, why is she so upset? It's not as though she's...... afraid of fire. Oh... Whoops. Karl mentally slaps himself at that forgetfulness, a slap practically visible as he ends the connection]

gogoghostpowers

So first off, I guess I should say I'm okay. Sorry for not saying so earlier, I was kinda dealing with some stuff. My parents are going nuts with everything that's happened, I've been trying to keep up so I could figure out what's been going on with their theories. Here's what Unlocke The Truth has been saying lately:
( i tried to make them as short as i could, i really did )
Also, I didn't check in earlier because I wasn't really sure I was 'okay' for a few days. I don't really know how to explain this...

[He switches to video.]

Okay, remember how I found out I'm dead a few months ago? Well, uhhh...surprise? Turns out, I'm actually something else. [He backs up a bit so that there's a wider view of him in all his white-haired, spandexed glory. Not for long, though, because a couple of flashing lights and sparkles later, Danny is looking as normal as he ever did before the network. His hair is black, his eyes are blue, he isn't glowing, and the spandex is nowhere to be seen.]

Apparently, I'm only half-ghost, whatever that means.

unelven

[ He's been avoiding the Network a bit, with the incredible build up of work since the attack, as well as trying to clear out his cabin of stragglers. That and, well, a series of unpleasant echoes. Needless to say now that he's gotten back onto the thing, he isn't going to be on video. Not with the fact that he doesn't look nearly as tired or old as he is and that his ears have pointed. No, we'll stick with text. ]

Some of you might have seen my interview on the news, but I feel I'm somewhat obligated to share a segment of this with our unwillingly bonded...let's say subgroup. With the destruction of a good deal of the business district, Rain Enterprises will be contributing heavily to the rebuilding effort. We don't want to see the new buildings that go up be anything but environmentally sustainable and functional. The plans for the cleaning and rebuilding effort have already been worked out and are already underway, and we are organizing a volunteer effort to assist in various ways. If any of the volunteers are numbered, perhaps any left behind paraphernalia in the rubble can be disposed of discreetly. As we will be working with Thundercorp (and not by first choice mind you), this discretion might be even more valuable.

If you're interested in volunteering, email [ insert email here ]. She is responsible for organizing that effort.

lightsoflife

Talk at work has been very interesting the past week, thanks to that business with the snake. I don't know which are better to listen to, the ones who try and make sense of the magic and science fiction that's become reality around here or the ones who just spin wild theories in the middle of a laboratory.

That said, has anyone gotten anything interesting out of all that chaos? I'm thinking of something left behind by the snake or whatever else came with it. It could be interesting to have a look at anything people have picked up over the past few months - some of the materials I've gotten my hands on before have added to what we know right now, though not all of them. I work over at the forensics lab so I'm experienced with analyzing certain items, and I know there are others among us with expertise in other fields as well.

And speaking of that it may be helpful to bring this back again: a list of those with specific fields of expertise to offer knowledge in and those with specific items or echoes that might be of scientific interest. It's intended as a tool to connect people whose interests overlap, though I admit it's somewhat outdated by now. Feel free to add yourself or let me know if someone's gone off the grid - I haven't been able to keep track of it all.

Of course, for everyone it's best to remain careful. That goes double right now, after last week.

evowhisperer

Greetings, numbers club. This appears to be a social network designed to support a group of highly unusual individuals. I've been studying it for a few days, now, and I have a few questions that I would like to have answered. Firstly: Does anyone know how this network is possible? It has no reliance on means of access, cellphone or internet reception, duration left activated, or common sense. I recently accessed it by scratching my number onto a papaya's outer peel. Fruit mutilation aside, how does anyone create a network whose only obstacle is how much patience the user has for browsing a papaya? Question two. Does anyone know what really happened on the 9th? It's obvious that you all have something to do with it, but the specific dynamics are unclear. Lastly: What are echoes? Thank you for your time.

dragon_blossom

[ There's some sighing and shuffling, and when she finally talks, it's a bit quiet - even if her parents know that she was out there doing SOMETHING. ]

First... just in case anyone didn't find out, I'm in one piece. I don't... want to say that I'm fine. It was rough, and my dad's in the hospital - he'll live - but he was downtown when it happened. So that was a little intense.

...I don't think anyone saw me doing magic on camera, but apparently my sister saw me fighting with my sword, and... I dunno if I'm gonna be allowed to leave the house for a few days. My parents are worried, and asking a lot of questions, and I'm not sure what answers I can give.

But it looks like all of us are alive? I think so, from what I've heard, and... it's relieving... I mean, people were hurt, killed, but I've gotten really used to all of you.

So take care of yourselves. Even the ones I don't like.

[ Another sigh. She sounds more tired towards the end, voice shaking as she sighs. ]

triggerhappytraitor

[[Oh hey look, it's that clueless guy again, looking rather weary and worried. He looks at the screen a moment before sitting down heavily on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with something that looks a bit like a grey box in his hands.]]

I feel like I should apologize to the people I talked with before. I didn't believe that any of this was real, that it was all just a strange chat room, a wrong number full of strange people...

But things keep happening. Horrible feelings, strange things appearing, horrible monsters...

[[He takes a deep breath before he looks up at the monitor]]

How can I protect my family, my children from this? What can I do?

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion & you!
When: 2/20
Where: Several places
What: A guy just learned his dead kid is not quite so dead and goes through a lot of emotions.

( tell us the lesson that we should learn. )

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?

testsonseashells

Version 3.0

Have found this network because of a string of numbers that you cannot forget. Aside from being able to connect through standard electronic devices, number can establish connection by being punched into fax machines and on sheets of paper, as well as being scratched onto walls. Memory of number is usually accompanied by alteration: discovery of a new memory, item, or physical change. Network members have dubbed these "Echoes" or “Pulses”; will likely continue into foreseeable future. Network not visible to those without connection; observing civilians will see blank pages or device equivalent.

If skeptical about this, write network number on piece of paper. Will understand afterward.

Essential information:

Police once untrustworthy in past; suggest caution in future dealings. Conspiracy once present within police leadership to eliminate network members, led primarily by Detective Jason Sherman and Police Chief Simon Edwards. Small number of policemen are connected to network themselves, and not all were under Sherman's influence, but suggest you err on the side of caution. Corrupt police willing to execute teenagers (video evidence). Network members Raoul Light, Mikasa Bito and Candy Rodriguez disappeared recently, haven't been found since; general suspicion is that police were responsible. Additionally, police were using breed of dog with ability to detect Network members. Recommended you avoid these as well.

LSR clinic can provide safe medical help and will not report anything to the authorities. Located here and run by myself, Dr. Mordin Solus (

testsonseashells) and Dr. Aaron Strider. Strider not currently connected himself, but aware of our existence and sympathetic to cause. Can examine physical echoes and provide treatment options, if necessary. Assure you full confidentiality.

Echoes and Network numbers persist only within Locke City and small zone of Las Vegas; can disappear randomly even within city limits. Leaving Locke or designated Vegas area will cause all memories of the network and any Echoes to disappear. Evidence is here. Returning to Locke or Vegas area generally causes Echoes to return.

Thunder Corp working with police; appear to be furthering other goals of those who command Sherman and Edwards. Responsible for pink additive in water during summer.

Thunder and police working with alien known as Tiny; established contact with Tiny here; claimed to have controlled Earth in past and are now returning to repossess it. Tiny compared enemy forces to gardeners, us to rose thorns.

Complete timeline of significant events:

( a list of events from network inception; not an IC cut )

Resources:
List of safe public servants. Some connections may be expired.
List of researchers and material suppliers. Some connections may be expired.
Spreadsheet for tracking alterations. Not hosted on network itself, but still fairly safe.
Isaac and Miria Dian (

originaloddcouple) willing to provide safehouse at [ADDRESS]. Useful for those with conspicuous physical alterations.
Tony (

sayhitobianca) willing to provide false identifications if necessary.
FAQ version 2.0
FAQ version 1.0

Will keep this updated as necessary. Can notify me if you feel anything missing.

youngestone

[Killian is grinning! For once! He's excited and really this is just great]

Guess who's got a second job?

[He jerks his thumb towards his chest]

You know that kinda-big hardware store, Thorsson's? Apparently they've got a smithy in the back of one and the owner himself saw my jewelery work and hired me to make jewelery and stuff for them. It's just part-time so I'm still working at the stables and I'll still take private commissions but yeah. If you need me and I'm not answering my phone or the network, try there.

lightsoflife

Taking the idea that the echoes (or pulses) we get are connected to another person, possibly even ourselves in a past life: is there anyone who prefers their current life to anything of what they've remembered from echoes? I ask out of curiosity.

Not out of curiosity: I'm still investigating an echo I received a month ago, but I need more to work with. Is there anybody who's recently had a strong emotional reaction to something in their life who would be willing to meet briefly? No need to tell me what it is explicitly, but if my idea is correct I may hear something related to the stressor.

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