savetheearth | Entries tagged with tsubasa chronicle: fai d flourite

Who: Fai/Fenn and Kurogane/Youou
What: Goddamn mirror monster encounter.
Where: Yard outside Youou's apartment.
Warnings: Swearing, southern-isms ~~erratic tagging since one mun doesn't have very reliable internet in Japan atm~~

( Jag �r n�stan som honom, han �r n�stan som jag )

comparative_insanity

WHO: Fai D Flourite/Fenn Forster and Kurogane/Youou Harrison Suwa
WHEN: Valentine's day
WHERE: Their flat, probably a restaurant
WHAT: Gross romance
WARNINGS: Teeth rotting, Fay's nonexistent brain-to-mouth filter, nudity, kitchen sex ~~that escalated quickly~~

***

( I'll do anything you ask me to )

unelven

[ The feed starts and Teagan looks a bit bedraggled. It's merely in his expression though, and anyone particularly observant and familiar with his face might notice that his skin looks great. Almost as if he were wearing makeup to cover natural blemishes of age, even if his skin is clean and uncovered.

Anyway this is the look of a man concerned. ]

A few days ago, a wolf attacked my dogs and I. I managed to get away, but my dogs are still missing. They have gotten out before and come back in a few days, so I waited this long to bother putting out a word. They are two greyhounds, and they respond to Rhys and Freya. If anyone sees or hears of them, please contact me immediately.

somesayinfire

You know what the most fun part about space depression and a brand new job at the city morgue is? It doesn't leave you a whole lot of free time to hang out with some of your biggest, best, and/or only friends.

For everybody new to the numbers club, I'm Brooke. I'm a mortician, and I guess on the side I try to provide services for the undead in our little community. Mostly vampires, some zombies, you know, that kind of thing. I used to be a girl named Terra, a superhero who could move the earth. So if you're looking to break ground on a new house or something, I'd be your woman for that, too.

For everyone else: Any new developments that we're keeping quiet about? Mostly I just see people complaining about Valentine's Day. Did anybody kill anybody else recently? Imagine I'm saying that with the flattest voice possible. Here, I'll use an emoticon. :|

stormcloud_ofcaring

[There is a golden eyed man with a large nose staring at you. The expression he's going for is neutral, but the way he purses his lips gives away his unease.]

I do not know who can hear me, but I was instructed to put a set of numbers into my computer, which...has led me here. I was told to do this by a young man who was convinced that he knew me...

[His voice is low and his accent is obvious, with wide, nasal vowels and 'd' replacing most 'th' sounds. His eyes start to roam around the edges of the screen as he considers how to continue.]

It was not a pleasant conversation. I was accused of being a danger to children. This is very insulting; I work with children. It is my job to treat them and make them well. I don't know who is listening, but I will not stand to be insulted again. I am here for answers, not for being told I should not be allowed to do my job, or that I am 'evil'.

[Now that he's made that point, he shifts, picking up something metal off screen. When he lifts it to the camera, the large, heavy amulet spins on its chain. It's almost as big as his fist, with an eye-sized orange jewel at the top of it and several smaller, similar stones embellishing both sides.] This appeared a week ago. I have no idea what it is, or where it came from, but I can't...shake the feeling that it is mine.

[He sets it back down, out of frame.]

Can you tell me what this means? Can you tell me what's happening to me?

((ooc: Ghannam ran into Luke, who recognized him and told him about the Number's Club. Sorta.))

jasminebloominginshadow

( >Action set on the 26th, after the battle with the snake )

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Oh joy. I'm back on the "echos suck" train again.

Why can't they all be cool powers?

[private to Lily]

We need to talk

sun_sun

uuuuuugh
got in a big stupid fight with my dad
I dont even really know what it was about
just... like
I can handle being a numbers person
and I can handle being a Precure
but having to do all that and still having to deal with like real life and schol and shit
I dunno man it stresses me out
and its not like I can just take a break from either one

bluhhhh im gonna go listen to some Ke$ha and lie down for a while
tell me about what kind of sweet loot you got from the numbers fairy or something

comparative_insanity

[At first the camera doesn't show Fay, since he hovers out of view for a moment, to the left judging by his voice.]

Ah, so... Something a bit unpleasant happened a while ago while I was helping out a friend here on the network. That is to say, not in the actual helping out - though it got a bit dramatic there for a moment - but I got another of those pulse-thingies back.

[An off-screen sigh, and then Fay sits down in front of the camera. Notice anything different? Well, probably if you've ever seen him before. He's wearing some cloth over his left eye.]

Or rather, one of those pulse-thingies took something from me. My eye, to be precise.

[He's still smiling, but it's clearly more a reflex than anything, because he certainly doesn't look happy.]

The vampire thing seems to compensate a bit for the loss, but I'm still not jumping for joy, you know? I should've expected it, considering I remember someone eating it, but... well, it's not the sort of thing you can prepare for.

So I'm just wondering... I mean, the whole point with these things has seemed to me that we're still supposed to get things we didn't have before, not... lose things that are kind of useful to have, right? So has this happened to anyone else?

earnedmystripes

Who: Kotetsu and Fay
Where: The club where Fay works
When: Backdated all the way to December 23rd
What: Kotetsu is in for an interesting surprise when he finds the address Fay gave him :')
Warnings: There may be some allusions to nudity/etc.? So potentially nsfw but probably not.

( everything is hilarious and everything hurts )

shut_up_idiot

Who: Youou and Fay
What: Echoed items leads to interesting conversations
When: Early this month
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Bad language, accents and sloppy make-outs? Will add more if needed.

~*~*~

( And here is your love for all things )

greenisthenewblack

[Sheila's in a bathrobe, looking rather more disheveled and irate than... most people on the network have seen her before. If they've seen her at all. This is, after all, her first video.]

[She'd be more concerned about her appearance if both hands weren't, y'know. Glowing. Glowing green, in fact, with a few black flecks. She gives a deep, exasperated sigh.]

Great. Now I glow.

Other people blast things, or get cyborg implants, or super-strength.

I fucking glow.

siesinddasessen

Listen up.

Especially you, Sho, because this is entirely your fault. [Yup, she's saying this here because of reasons. Just wait a moment.] Remember telling those kids about your Karate Bugman superhero guy on Halloween?

Guess whom they went to catch now. [If this was voice, she would just sound really tired now. Not because she has slept so much, because this is a whole different kind of stress than what she handles normally, even more when she thinks of what will have to happen the next day...] They have been missing since around three. Police and cohorts are useless as usual, but I've been able to track those little pests down. Sometimes you just need to ask the right people the right questions. [Even when that is expensive. She will never admit to how she has actually not only put time but also money into locating those little brats. ...and is going to put in even more. If anyone asks, it is because she fears that she'll get in trouble if they vanish, since it was her who encouraged their speculations about this superhero. It's what she's telling herself.]

Anyway. They seem to have concluded that bugs live in the sewers, and have last been seen entering and inside sewers and subway tunnels and similar exciting places. The last localization that I have is an hour old and in one of the less-used subway tunnels. We know what that means. They need to be gotten out of there quickly, and civilians are hardly the best choice for that. [Not only because she doesn't want to get into any contact with police, or answer questions. Also because she heavily doubts that they would be as effective or even be inclined to do something, if it interferes with plans... after all none of the children have parents, or parents of power, behind them.]

Me and Sho, who will obviously take responsibility and go down there, will meet up at William Street Station tomorrow at seven. Look for a van blasting the Tinymon theme. Everyone who wants to see those little pests not being eaten by moving snake statues on their watch, report there, and as quickly as possible.

Because there's no space for useless people here, and the numbers should make sense and such. We need fighters. Then people who can handle and calm down kids, and also carry at least one. And also someone who can heal. Lastly, someone who can drive the van [just don't ask her why she has one and how it got there if she needs a driver] and will wait with it at the surface for us in case we end up somewhere where we have to get away from quickly. Everyone who comes down there with us needs to be prepared to the best of their abilities, even if they are assigned to handling the kids.

[OOC: Please, if your character participates, have them check in here so they can figure out ICly what their task will be and such.

~~While the rescue mission has enough participants to work now, ~~up to two~~ one fighter can still be added if someone wants their character in, so don't feel shy, they're welcome!~~ All slots are now full. The information post for this player-plot is here.

And The log is up!]

hustru

[It's a hand written message, in a neat, adult style.]

Siiri Pulkkinen

You're always welcome to message me.

[...and that is the complete post that shows up on the network.

Siiri had only meant to give a cutie her phone number! But then she happened to write down her network number instead. Not that either of the women is aware of this...]

[ooc: Answers will come from both Siiri and Åsa, as they are both close to the paper that the number is on, so this will be both their introduction to the network.]

moonlitblade

What is all this? I don't understand... Nothing I'm seeing here makes much sense. Either my notebook is filled with crazy people, or something weird's going on, and I'm getting the feeling it's the second one.

It seems like there are different people in here, so would any of you be okay with explaining what's going on?

Oh, I should probably give you my name. This is Ethan. I probably shouldn't say any more than that right now, if all the conspiracy stuff in here is true, and especially if the police are looking for people. But that's probably enough for now.

enrages

[ The post starts with Karson staring blankly, maybe even drooling a little bit. It's obvious he's not all there-- this conclusion is only furthered when he speaks: ]

Testing, testing... One, two three. Fuck, fuck, fuck... Is this thing on--- hahah, I'm just joking! Of course he's on! I mean, he'd have to be dead if he weren't o--

[ quite suddenly, he punches himself in the face. Multiple times. ]

KARSON, STOP FIGHTING ME!!!!!!!! THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR DIGNITY!!!!!!!! I ain't got time to deal with your shit!

[ Crab is now barking in the background. ]

Ugh, fine, okay! I get it! I'll get to the point, but only because that cutie snookums snugdoug millionaire is asking so politely. Sweet baby Crab... So cute...

[ Karson punches himself in the face again before face-smashing against the screen. ]

Me and Alan are in trouble! We were kiiiiiiiinda involved with something like attackingThunderCorpandnowthecopsgotus and... Help? Not that we need help-- we just don't want to have to kill every police officer in the city, you know.

[ Karson then promptly topples out of his chair. The video ends. ]

youngestone

[When the feed cuts in, Killian is....not in the apartment he was in last time. He's in Shou's apartment, which is a million times nicer than where he was living and a trillion times fancier.

Also slightly weirder, style wise. At least for Killian]

So, uh. Good news--Mom found a decent one bedroom away from the DD and moved in a few days ago. I'm rooming with Shou for a while, which is why it looks like I'm in the freaking Ritz right now. Like, seriously, I didn't know they made beds like the ones he has here.

[To say nothing of the bathroom]

And I finally have a cellphone. My, uh, birthday present from Mom. [He holds up a phone and lists off the number] It's one of those pay-as-you-go things but hey. It's a phone, in case, I don't know, in case someone needs to get a hold of me faster than the network allows. Anything els--oh. Um. Anyone recognize the name Rivendell? It, uh, it's from one of those pulse things. All I know is it's a fancy house with lots of, like, movie start level attractive people who might've been giants.

[Wow, he sounds...about normal for the network, actually. He wonders why all his echos are mental, though, and not physical or anything. He's not complaining, of course, especially since that memory involved a lot of things at eye level that were close to the ground and he is praying those pretty people were giants.]

tenaciousc

[Curiosity drove Michelle to plug her mystery number into a search. She's less sure what drove her to keep reading after the first couple posts about monsters and magic powers, instead of just writing it off as a game or a conspiracy nut thing. Boredom, maybe. Maybe that thing the other day was just weird enough to open her mind a little.

In any case, she found the FAQ; and though she felt silly giving it that much credit, she tried putting the number down on paper as suggested. She's not so ready to dismiss it as a hoax now.]

Hi everyone.

Let me get this straight. Everybody here has a magic number that connects them to an internet forum(?) The police (and maybe Thunder Co.?) are part of some kind of conspiracy. People are getting magic powers?? No offense but you guys sound kind of crazy.

But I tried the paper thing so either I'm going crazy too or this is real.

Can anyone explain why?

ninthmelody

[Hello, network. Your newest newb is sitting here, poking at the camera with a frown. Anyone who frequents Locke City High School might recognize him as the band teacher... and those who frequent the city’s alternative music scene might recognize him as the guitarist from some local band.]

Um... anyone want to tell me why there’s a webcam in my gradebook? ‘Cause, uh. This is actually kind of freaky. If this is what those numbers do then I’d like to erase them from my head now, please. Glad I didn’t write them on my hand... how would that even work?

waltharius

[ The person taking the video is holding it a little too close. It's clear he doesn't have much experience with video-shooting, but to his credit he does back it up after a few awkward seconds of extreme close-up. ]

Okay, I, uh. I tried to see if practicing with the sword I got would trigger some sort of competence with it. I thought it might be useful, given what we've been dealing with recently, and...

[ He turns his cell phone a bit and the backyard he's standing in comes into focus. It's a very well-manicured lawn, but one of the trees is marred by what appears to be a... hilt? And a few inches of steel protruding from the trunk.

Yes, Walter has somehow managed to get his sword jammed in a tree. ]

...I think it's safe to say the old me wasn't actually good with this sort of thing. And the sword was a lot sharper than I was expecting, so I'm having some trouble...

[ Deep exhale. Might as well just admit it. ]

....it's completely stuck.

comparative_insanity

So, pretty sure people have probably discussed this before, but I'm curious.

[Fenn is playing absentmindedly with his nails, which... admittedly looks a bit messed-up, with them growing and shrinking over and over. But he's looking chirpy enough, even with perhaps a little bit more edge in his smile than before.]

I'm sure I ain't the only one by now who has met someone that they remember knowing.... you know, before. In those memories, or whatever they are. [He grimaces faintly, because thinking of them as memories feels a bit too personal for comfort.]

So, how many knew these people before these strange things started happening to them? Do you actually remember knowing them, or have you just got memories that are scarily alike?

Or maybe you're like me, and just kind of... bumped into a stranger and you both suddenly knew that you knew each other somehow, and even though you didn't actually know who they were, they were important....

[He blushes faintly.] Sounds pretty sappy when you say it like that, but there it is. And I'm interested in knowing, 'cause to me it seems like we're all connected somehow, and it'd be interesting to know just how much. I ain't saying everyone is from the same place, obviously, but... well. [A one-shoulder shrug.] I'm just wondering, is all.

comparative_insanity

[Fay is looking equal parts annoyed and amused, a strange mix, leaning against what looks like a kitchen counter. In the background, a party seems to be going on. Fay himself is dolled up in skintight leopard spots, a tail and a pair of ears that have slipped slightly askew.]

I appreciate that people've been getting some pretty fucking weird memories and abilities and what not, but I ain't sure anyone's gotten anything as stupid as what I think just happened to me.

[He grabs a bottle from the counter, which appears to have a fair share of alcohol in it. Upending it, he completely drains it, making a faint grimace at the sharp taste but otherwise not seeming to react very much at all. He stands still as if waiting for something for a short while, and then shakes his head.]

Nothing. I don't feel a single goddamn thing. And this ain't even the first I've had, you know?

[He sighs a bit mournfully, putting the bottle down.] I ain't sure if this is some kinda vampire thing that just happened or what, but alcohol doesn't seem to do very much at all. I think I'm getting a faint buzz, but by now I should probably be unconscious in a puddle of rather recycled food. I ain't complaining about that part, but seriously?

And if this ain't more useless than a screen door on a submarine, then I really don't know what. [Yep, that's pretty much it folks.]

shut_up_idiot

Hello everyone. Since I've already offered this to someone here, I thought I should extend the offer to the entire network. If any of you run into some car trouble of anything similar, now or in the future, I'll be able to help out without any awkward questions. And with a Numbers discount, of course. I might be able to help out with other mechanical troubles as well, but I can't make the same guarantee there.

[ While he talks viewers will be able to see how his eye colour keep shifting from the usual maroon to a more vivid red, complete with a slit pupil for extra awkward. At least it's the season for it. ]

Also, I know I'm not the only one with this particular eye problem and from what I've gathered from looking around here contact lenses seem to be the best choice when it comes to hiding it. Now, I've never really had contacts before so I'm not really sure how to go about finding a good pair, and to complicate things a bit more I'm going to need one that at least closely resembles my previous eye colour. Because I assure you, my family is the kind that would notice if there's too much change, and I'd rather avoid trying to explain this to them. So if anyone have any advice about that, I would appreciate it.

titansno

Who: Rachel and any and all guests and trick-or-treaters
What: HALLOWEEN PARTY
Where: Rachel's brownstone
When: Starting in the evening on Thursday, October 31.
Warnings: Halloween things. Power flareups. Drinking. Probably people misbehaving.

( spooks come out for a swingin' wake )

siesinddasessen

[This might be her first post to the network, but Blaine won't introduce herself. Why would she? It's not like anyone would actually be interested in her, she assumes from experience, and since she has no interest in helping with the whole world saving thing, she intends to only use the network for practical matters and entertainment, anyway. Hopefully she won't get echoes that give her trouble interacting with people outside of this.

The feed, slightly grainy and obviously shot with a smartphone with low quality, comes on to the sight of a couple of excited trick-and-treating kids. They seem to have a theme going on, all of them dressed up as some MCO character. There is a little thunder god, and his dad, and various other Revenger characters and gods. Seven kids all in all, all with bags or baskets for their spoils.

It will only last long enough to get a good view of them, and then Blaine comes on, dressed up as well. Someone needed to dress up as the villain, right? She seems mostly annoyed, though, despite the costume looking good on her.]

Everyone, if those little pests show up at your door, shower them in treats and let us be on our merry way quickly. I have to take them around tonight, and do not want any complications with that. The faster they go back to the RTC, the faster I can go home as well and get ready for actual work. And if one of them starts to cry, that will just prolong the process and I'll have to deal with that. So. Shower them in candy. [Or she will find a way to get back to you for making her life harder, implied but not said.

Blaine over and out. Really, nobody is less excited about her having to take care of these kids than herself. But it's not like she could pick.]

Action A

[The kids and Blaine will be out trick and treating all evening, and she'll march them all over town to tire them out quickly. Expect them to drop by the house that your character lives in and ring the bell.]

Action B

[Later on that night Blaine will be working at one of the clubs in town, her costume still the same with the only addition of a sign on front and back reading "security". She can either be found at the entrance, doing her main job of a bouncer, or helping out inside with watching the crowd for trouble. At least the funny hat is off for now.]

hollowleg

[the post opens with voice only]

I'm totally playing it close to the vest, but I finished my Halloween costume just in time! Chris helped with the lights and wiring, it's pretty awesome!

CHRIS! Hit the music!

[Here's a song you should all know. And since we don't have any characters from it, I don't have to use an expy! When the music starts in earnest, the video comes on to reveal Shiro in his living room, in a full Ghostbuster outfit, complete with glowing lights on his proton pack and a pair of wonderfully oversized goggles on his face. He proceeds to do a pretty goofy dance to the song. Chris, sitting on the couch behind him, laughs, and he laughs himself. She turns off the song and Shiro gives the camera a big grin, pulling the goggles on to his forehead. With his face close to the camera, it's easy to see his fangs... and the fact that the inside of his mouth is now blue. Really, really blue. Like someone took all the red and made it blue. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED.]

Yeah, I know, the network is supposed to be for important stuff… but I made most of this costume myself! That's pretty important! Hehahaha! Anyway, we'll see you all at the party tomorrow. I'm gonna be bringing a big tray of treats. Ask Chris, I have so much shit to do tomorrow. I'm even going to try and make some home made candy!

… It should be interesting. Messy, if nothing else!

blind_devotion

Hi, I'm having a small problem I'm hoping some of you might have some advice for. It's, well, these.

[Alexa leans forward towards the camera and holds her eyelids wide open so they can get a good look. Her eyes are of an otherworldly color (although unlike that image they're not shaped any differently from normal eyes)]

It's not just the color, although, uh, that's a problem too. But ever since I got them, people keep staring at me. I mean...just stop-what-you're-doing-and-openly-staring. It's weird! And it's going to get me noticed for sure!

It doesn't happen if I wear sunglasses, but I can't wear sunglasses all the time. Especially not to work.

So. Um. Help? Anybody have a solution for me?

comparative_insanity

[Fay is looking a little bit uncomfortable, to say the least, like someone who has just received the biggest scare of their life and is still just a bundle of over-tense nerves. Which is exactly what's wrong with him.]

Okay, so... I just remembered something really freaky in one of those weird flash-things that happen.

You know how everyone completely forgets about everything that's happened to us if we up and leave town? And how some people - like my own sister - just randomly forget their numbers and everything else?

[He chews his lower lip for a while, pushing his shoulders up as if he's cold.]

Well, uhm... I've got this memory. About this girl. I remember her face and her name - Sakura, by the way - but the only other thing I know about her is how she kinda used her memories of a person to pay for something important. She gave them all away, and every time she started to remember about him... she'd just sort of space out and forget again.

[He hesitates, as if what comes next is the worst part, but then decides to push on.]

And the reason I remembered was 'cause I was meeting up with my sister, and we were talking and then- then something happened. She just went all... I can't even explain it, except maybe like she'd had so much weed that she wouldn't know whether to check her ass or scratch her watch.

And trust me, my sister ain't the kind of person who'd so much as touch drugs, okay?

So that made me wonder... maybe there's a reason for people forgetting. And maybe there's something that keeps 'em from remembering again.

[A brief pause, and he seems to forcibly shake off his discomfort with a small shrug-like motion.]

In other news, if anyone, uh... happened to interact with my great big dummy of a boyfriend while he was drunk off his ass? If he managed to say... you know, something that came off pretty bad, it ain't as horrible as it sounds. He ain't some kind of boyfriend-beating monster no matter what dumb shit might've said, alright?

throughtears

[ Despite being connected to the network, it’s clear from the first sentence that the conversation participants are still having a talk of their own. ]

I take it that you don’t want to investigate who our fellow network users are then?

We’ve already looked over the back-dated entries, it’s a network mostly filled with teenagers.

You say that like it’s a some sort of terrible tragedy.

I simply think it’s a waste of advanced technology. Regardless of why we all have access to it in the first place.

[ There’s a slight pause, a moment of complete silence. ]

You’re already connected, aren’t you?

First impressions are everything, my dear sister. Would you like to try again?

No. You seem to forget that while impressions are important, actions speak louder than words. I intend to investigate those lights.

I’ve read that the little light show has happened before. I don’t suppose that anyone would be willing to give a few details about the initial incident, would they?

comparative_insanity

Who: Fenn Forster and Youou Suwa (Fai D Flourite and Kurogane)
Where: Youou's flat
When: 23rd September, sometime in the evening
What: Youou gets Kurogane's temper back in an Echo. It's quite a lot of temper. A shame that a lot of that anger used to be focused on Fai...

( I'm selling people things they don't want when I'm not sure what you need )

comparative_insanity

[Hello network, have a rather tired and bedraggled-looking Fenn with a blanket around his shoulders, clearly shirtless underneath, a cup of tea curled in one hand.]

You know what can really put a crimp in your sex life?

[Yes, that is definitely a valid question to ask the network early in the morning. The kids can just... not listen, okay.]

Any takers? I mean, apart from these- [He effortlessly extends his foot-long claws and then retracts them again] -which I think can cut through metal and really were a problem for a while there?

I'm pretty sure none of you's gonna be able to guess, seeing as it's pretty specific, so I'll go ahead and tell you, how about that? And no, it ain't personal or dirty as such, just gross as shit.

[A pause, and he grimaces, one hand darting up to massage his left eye.]

It's when your lover kisses your eye in a kind of romantic gesture - bless his heart - and you end up with this... really damn vivid memory of having it gouged out and eaten. Like, the feeling of having your eye still partly attached and chewed loose? [A shudder.] Seriously, I ain't sure how much more messed-up shit I can take "remembering", or whatever it is we do.

[A loose shrug, teacup wobbling a bit.] Sorry to put y'all off your breakfasts, I just wanted to whine a bit. Carry on, I guess.

goodboybestshot

[Thad was originally just scribbling a bunch of notes onto a piece of paper. He's just gotten back into Locke City and of course, like every time, those numbers are back, tormenting him at the edge of his mind. So, this time he sits down and writes them out, and went on to write a bunch of notes about Babylonian Numerology or some such- but then the network happens.]

[And he about jumps clean out his seat. There are probably still some half written notes left on the page and it's several minutes before he comes back. When he does, there is a bit more writing.]

What the hell is all this? Either my notebook is possessed by the computer or that milk was a little more sour than i thought.

Good lord im going mad. Can anybody read this?

shut_up_idiot

[ It's been quite a long time since Youou last showed his face on the network like this, but at the moment he has a bit of a problem and finding help here seems like a less awkward choice than looking for it anywhere else so he's going to start here. Besides, he also wants to know if this particular problem has been experienced by anyone else. So here he is, trying his best not to look as sheepish as he's feeling. It isn't working. ]

Hello. I'm Youou for the majority of you people who doesn't know me. I have a question... [ A sigh. ] And a bit of a problem.

Has anyone else been experiencing being able to create some kind of- [ He pauses, clearly trying to find the right words. ] energy blast thing?

[ He moves the camera, which has so far been zoomed in on his face, so that it shows the rest of the room he's in. With a bit of imagination you could probably guess that it used to be a kitchen, probably being the operative word. More noticeable however is the fact that the room is almost completely and chaotically demolished.

He moves the feed back to focus on his face again, a light flush of embarrassment having crept over his cheeks as he showed of the room. ]

I swear, I was just trying to make a salad. I'm not quite sure how all of this happened really, but I think chopping is out of the question for me at the moment. I don't suppose this rings a bell to anyone else? [ He doesn't have a great hope for it, but it's worth a try right? ]

Also, as you can see, I'm in a bit of a need of a contractor. So if anyone of you happen to be one, or think you can do the job, it would save the embarrassment of having to think of an excuse for all this.

[ He moves to turn off the video feed but halts himself when a sudden thought hits him. ]

Oh, and if anyone of you happen to talk to Fay in the foreseeable future, would you mind not mentioning any of this to him? I think I need some time to regroup before I handle that particular conversation. [ He starts at the sound of the front door opening and closing in the background and makes a small face at the implication of it. ] Right. Well, I hope the rest of you are having a better day than me. Goodbye and... wish me luck will you. [ He manages a small, but genuine smile before he turns off the video. ]

comparative_insanity

So, now that I ain't as freaked out about things anymore, I just wanna ask...

I've got the claws and the changing eyes and the bizarro vampire thing, but I think I'm also faster, stronger and generally harder to kill than before, right? Basically I've been busier than a cat burying shit on a marble floor trying to figure all of this out, so far... well, I can jump like anything. And you know, I've been able to hang upside down on a pole for quite some time, but now I don't even break a sweat doing it. Almost broke the pole with the nails once, though.

[He seems to realize he's babbling, and laughs.]

Anyway, anyone who's been changing in weird ways up for sharing? Especially people who've... you know, gotten weird boosts or super powers or whatever? I kinda grew up with comics, so it's kinda fascinating to me, you know?

Or don't, that's fine with me too. Not everyone's into the sharing, right?

Also, uh... I know people got hurt and all what with that mine and everything, but... everyone's alright by now, right? I think I woulda heard if anyone died, just wanted to ask, 'cause... well, just 'cause. [Because he's claustrophobic and thinking about mines collapsing has given him nightmares.]

Oh, and to anyone new here... Fay's the name, hope y'all ain't too freaked out about all the weirdness yet, 'cause I bet it's gonna get worse.

[And with that cheerful message, he rubs out the numbers from his mirror for now.]

sweetas

[She starts out with a text post.]

We're having a sale at the shop where I work. I figured I'd invite people on the network. It's the Sugar and Spice Bakery; I don't know if anyone's heard of it? Anyway, I'd like the opportunity to actually talk to some of you. But I also figure if that's going to happen, it should be a public place.

We're giving out free samples of our homemade lemonade since it's been so hot lately, too.

( ACTION )

odd_jobs

Who: ALL ARE WELCOME
What: WATER BALLOONS
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Outside of a small sidewalk cafe

Graduation has come and gone, leaving one last summer before a person really runs out of excuses and has to decide college or work. Many of his peers, and quite a few who likely managed a far better GPA are probably placing applications and writing essays.

There are those of the Numbers Club busily working out strategy, tracking movements and setting up things like safehouses and tracking resources.

Someone, however, is not quite so ready for either form of responsibility.

It's probably why, today, there's someone sitting up on top of the artifice on the busy walkway, an apron from Joe's Pizza Palace wadded up beside him.

More importantly, it's probably why a water balloon is dropping towards your head from above.

((OOC: Feel free to dodge, get hit, catch and retaliate or what have you. Or just enjoy it because it's a hot day. He's non-discriminatory about targets so ALL ARE WELCOME.))

dorkytracksuit

[Making a video post is pretty rare for Davin, but rather than risk looking like an idiot by typing weird, he's decided to just be his extremely awkward self on video instead. Have I mentioned he's yellow? Because he's yellow, very Jaundiced looking.]

So last time I got a bunch of people together from here, we all got attacked by those animals. I guess that doesn't make sense to all of you, but.. With the fourth coming up I figured that.. I should at least remind people, it's not always safe to go out in large groups.

That being said, if you've got any kind of weird physical defect going on because of whats happened, or. I dunno if you're a stray animal without a home or something, there's a space at my place?

Having to be alone on holidays kind of sucks, so I thought it might be nice if you don't want to be by yourself for whatever reason.

[And then he has to look away, cause he really does hate being recorded in anyway. There's only a short second before he mumbles again, while still looking away.]

And before someone mentioned pooling money to buy a safehouse or something. I think I found a cheap place, a kind of warehouse loft place, if anyone is still interested in helping with that.

Let me know.

[And then after a few more moments of silence, the recording ends.]

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coulrage

this is motha-fuckin-tight, yo. this network thing.
wassup with all the damn numbers tho? cant get them out of my head.
fuckin mIrAcLe, ain't it? guess these numbers are connectin people to each other n shit. spreadin the love.

damn tho i hope ther aint no police
kinda blazin like a motherfucker over here
yall adults r all cool, m i rite?

professorwolf

[Lyall sounds exhausted and a little pained when he comes onto the network, this afternoon.]

Well. Whoever guessed "werewolf" got it right.

Does anyone know anything about installing sturdier windows? I believe I may have broken one last night, and I'd prefer not to do that again in the future. Or indoor solid oak doors perhaps?

[And by "believe he may", he means "most defintiely did even though I don't remember it clearly". Not enough to get out, thank heavens, but even then he's not entirely sure he could have gotten very far. He doesn't remember much, just that he spent the whole time angry and in pain.

The latter part is still hanging around, obviously.]

sacrifice_everything

[Hello, citizens of Locke City. Have a very happy, exhausted-sounded cat.]

Everyone, I'd like you to know that I know how to get to the network outside now! I don't have to be a house cat anymore! [She's so proud of herself.]

I mean... well, Mary didn't want to come with me, but it's so cool! I'm completely free, I can live wherever I want now!

...I'm really hungry though.

[Guess she didn't think of that.]

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