savetheearth | Entries tagged with umineko: belphegor of sloth

[The video feed opens, and it's clearly underwater. There's a shot of a tunnel, one that looks like it's partially blocked by rock and sand, but then it quickly turns to face Arthur.]

Ahoy there! I'm sure you've seen on the news how Las Vegas FLOODED, and since I'VE been in Vegas, You know I had to check it out! And I found something OUTRAGEOUS!

[Arthur looks like he's about to burst with outrageous excitement. The video feed pans again, and that sure is a lobster. Or a crab. Some mix between the two. Whatever it is, it's on the ground there at the bottom of wherever the flooded area he's investigating is. It's also enormous, and it's about 300 meters long.]

I FOUND it! I FOUND THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT!

[Really, he's looking way more excited than any man should look while underwater next to a giant crustacean. He's close enough to touch it now, and he turns the camera back to face both him and the lobster-thing behind him, like he's takling a selfie, giving himself a chance to smile and wave. He then turns it back to face the creature.]

AHOY THERE! YOU MUST BE THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT! I'M AQUAMAN, BUT MY FRIENDS CALL ME ARTHUR! YOU CAN CALL ME ARTHUR!

[The creature actually stirs slightly at that yelling, though it does not wake. The camera feed shakes from the movement, as though the creature stirring is making the water a little choppy for Arthur. Anyone in Vegas in the vicinity of the flooded area may be aware that there was just a very slight tremor at that exact moment.

Someone should probably tell him not to do that again.]

starlightheart

[ Appearing before you is a young woman someone may have seen a few times here and there replying to people, or perhaps running into on the street - but she's never posted her own entry before. She gives a small smile. ]

Hello, there. My name's Natalie - I've been... Numbered for quite awhile. Since the snake, really... and this whole time I've been sort of a coward. I've been afraid to come here, to... put myself out there at all.

With the mafia, and everything... you'd almost think that would be a good idea to keep up. However, I just... can't do that anymore.

[ She gives a long sigh, leaning back. ] The other night, I was attacked, but it wasn't by the mafia. It was... a monster, I guess is the only way I can think of to describe it? A friend of mine is also numbered, and she's encountered them before too... She told me its name.

A "Vermedi."

I was just waiting for a bus. They're... out there. I don't know if I was just unlucky, or if they're after us too, but... I thought people should know.

[ She frowns, looking down. ]

The other-me, the one who I'm getting memories and powers from. She was a lot stronger than I am. She knew what to do under pressure.

I'm just a teacher. I work with children. All I can think about then is... wondering if I should even be there, now. If I'm just a danger to them. I don't know what to do, and I don't expect anyone else to have the answers there, but... I know I can't run away from this anymore.

dead_black_eyes

Who: L, Tony, Belle and OPEN to anyone who might want to come visit them.
Where: One of Locke City's bigger hospitals.
When: August 18- 19
What: Two idiots get in a fight. Belle is a good listener for Tony and talks L out of a rash decision. Also a catch-all for visitors on the 19th.
Warnings: Profanity, violence, feels, two guys displaying some
symptoms of PTSD.

( Hurry up, they'll be here soon, sleeping in the afternoon while the rain's trying to prove a point outside )

belphe

To the employees of Espresso Yourself:

The owner and manager, Lazarus Lawliet, has been hospitalized, along with your coworker Tony, and it is uncertain when they will be returning to work. While they are both alive, they are far from well at the moment. This will, in no way, effect your employment, paychecks, or living arrangements if you are currently residing in the lodging area. Deliveries will be made as scheduled this Friday evening, and business is expected to continue as usual.

If you have any questions about the weekly schedule or would like to request time off, I will be handling the management duties until L returns. For those who are concerned, I will keep you updated on L's and Tony's conditions as best as I can.

Thank you for your time.

brotimaeus

L is missing.
If you're not familiar with his name, he currently runs Espresso Yourself.
If anyone heard from him in the last 24 hours, let me know.

dead_black_eyes

[It's been a very interesting few days at Espresso Yourself. Project Jump is in the basement, many people have been in and out due to its presence, and today, they are desperately understaffed.

Used to a punishing routine, L wouldn't say anything about this under ordinary circumstances. Unfortunately, today of all days is a terrible time to be understaffed, because the coffee shop is not L's only pressing obligation. His voice on the network is terse and impatient.]

Tony is missing his shift. I've called him eighteen times and have yet to receive an answer. I'm sure his excuse is compelling, so if someone knows it, absolutely forward it to his employer.

[For anyone at the shop unlucky enough to encounter the overwhelmed owner around this time, whether they're on either side of the counter or there about Thundercorp's stolen machine, they'll notice that despite the crackling energy of his negative mood, he's looking uncharacteristically... nice. A new suit has been tailored to fit his thin frame precisely, his shoes are shined, and he looks unusually well-groomed. He glances at the clock frequently, because you'd better believe he has somewhere else to be.]

umbrael

hey kids, you like dinosaurs right?

well for those of you out there who don't have cameras to dodge or shady companies to watch or alleys to get beat up in or w/e you do w/ your time or if you've on a break from that then i have some fun dinosaur themed puzzles for you!

first is a riddle or long word puzzle w/e ok

say you have a several ton dinosaur hiding in a garage. he makes the raptors in jurassic park look like babies. now, hes pretty cramped in there and it smells bad and maybe it's rubbing off on him, who can say, but most important he's getting serious cabin fever and would like to stretch his legs.

how do you move this dinosaur without causing alarm or getting too much attention?

also this dinosaur may/may not have been involved in a few 1000s in car damages

ok riddle two

why would an ancient dinosaur have a silver earring? magic may or may not be involved i guess

riddle three
is there a better way for something w/out hands to write on a laptop other than a stick in the mouth

hyper_rain

If your past self did something, was part of something, that is hurting people now [that hurt your friends] does that mean you are a bad person? or going to be?

[This is obviously the best birthday present he could get--learning he was Mafia after the Mafia has started attacking his friends.]

siesinddasessen

I'm bored, so I have questions for you.

What is the largest item, being or whatever else that you've ever pulsed back? Was it large from the beginning, or did it only grow to its current size later on?

[She's of course asking completely out of boredom and nothing else, and her question is meant to be this broad - not because she's trying to draw out a very specific type of answers (the biggest living being that you have ever pulsed back, but that would be too obvious perhaps). ...And her claim to boredom is partly true at least. Too many long-distance flights with long waits in taxi as of late.

See, she even adds another question. Super not actually interested.]

And what is the longest that you've ever gone without pulses?

[Anonymous; locked to Alan]

You can shift. How?

youngestone

so if someone wanted to look into a name change in New Jersey, how would they go about that?

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.

belphe

Who:   Belle Goldman / Lazarus Lawliet
What:    Belle REALLY doesn't handle having control over her life taken away from her very well and Lazarus has very poor timing.
Where:   Their apartment
When:    Late evening, July 3rd

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dorkytracksuit

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

Just somethiing II've been thiinkiing about lately.

seriallylucky

[Masked men are an unusual sight on a public beach, but if you're going to be playing with superpowers what good alternatives are there? Fred's attracting some attention, but he's found a reasonably remote area and most people seem to get that they shouldn't bother him.

The connection is propped up on something a little way back from Fred himself, so as to show him and the ground he's standing on.]

Hey, guys. I think I just figured out what one of those last pulses was. It's... a power, I guess.

[He shrugs; not much else to say before he demonstrates. By which we mean crumbles; in a moment he's replaced by a small pile of sand, pretty much indistinguishable from the sandy ground. The pile wiggles a little and lurches to the side, and then un-crumbles back into Fred.]

And that's about it. I'm pretty sure I should be able to move around like that, if I can figure out how. [He sighs.] It just feels lame, you know? I can make rocks show up, and heal, and... turn into a pile of sand.

lowres

Is it very hard to get used to wearing contacts?

I do not want to upset anyone with my eyes, but I am not sure contact lenses would even work... Does anyone have experience with them?

jasminebloominginshadow

So... um.

I kinda fucked up. I failed four of my classes this semester... I was already pretty terrible at Algebra, but I also flunked Spanish II, World History, and Biology...

Ugh. What's the next step after this? I said I could handle all the superhero and Vegas stuff and school and I clearly couldn't...

belphe

[Had it not been for the public text post on the network that morning announcing the affair in the park today, it might have gone unnoticed entirely.]

My place of employment will be holding a Memorial Day picnic in the park today, open to the public. People are welcome to come by for a free meal. If anyone feels they are in need of counseling due to recent events, please come and find me. I would be glad to arrange it off-the-clock for numbered individuals. I will be at the table with the lemonade cooler.

[She had nearly gotten out of it...it had been debated among the mental health wing whether Belle counted as proper staff or not when the event was still a few weeks away. As of two nights ago, however, a phone call from Dr. Korai informed her she would, most certainly, be welcome to attend the yearly Memorial Day outreach. In other words, she was expected to be there.

To her left, the cardiology staff was hosting a walk-a-thon around the perimeter of the park, and to her right, the OB-GYN staff handed out pamphlets and small pink and blue teddy bears to those who were interested.

As for her department...so far Belle had sat in the sun for two hours at a table that offered a cooler of lemonade and a bucket of free pens to fill out an anxiety/depression questionnaire with...something that, if anyone had been interested in taking, she was meant to evaluate for them. So far, the only questionnaires that had been used had been by a group of kids that had promptly folded them into fans and continued on their way.

At least the lemonade had been popular so far...]

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.]

notspecial

[The video opens with a teenage boy waving wildly. While he talks, his arms are almost constantly in motion - folding, unfolding, getting thrown up in the air, pointing at the screen, and so on.]

Hey, everyone! My name's Evan and I guess I'm new? I've been wondering what these numbers meant for a while! Then I wrote them down the other day, and whoa! Check out all of this! How long has this been going on? All you guys are the ones, right? The heroes from the snake fight a while back? This explains a lot, I bet a lot's been going down around here along with the snake and the aliens and everything else normal people already know about.

[Evan starts bouncing on his feet at that, looking thrilled.]

All right! I'm ready to help out! Just tell me where to sign up and I'll do it. Except...

[He scratches his head.]

How do you figure out what kind of powers you have? I don't really remember mine.

onecream_fivesugar

[Robyn should probably be paying attention in class, but she really can't be bothered with math or anything math related. She's just jotting things down in her notebook to make it look like she's learning something.]

To do list:

1. Find out out what [Insert her number here.] is all about. - Did I have ICQ at some point? I don't remember making an account for it. Are ICQ numbers that long? What the heck would I have used for a password when I made it?

2. Do homework. ...Bleh... D:

2.5. Find something better to do than homework. ...Good idea!

3. Convince dad to buy me a guitar. (If I ask him every day, he'll crack and do it. I know he will)

4. ~~Pick up sunglasses so I don't have to explain the whole eyes changing color thing to dad.~~ No, too obvious. Maybe there's a place in town that sells colored contacts?

5. Ice Cream? This should really be higher up on the list, me. You know better.

6. AUTOGRAPHS! NEED TO GET ALL OF THEM!!!! - TOP PRIORITY This is now number one on the list.
...Maybe number 2, I could really go for some ice cream right about now.

7. Mmmmm.. Cookie Dough... :)

8. Does anyone even use ICQ anymore!?

[The note ends with a doodle of an ice cream cone. It actually looks pretty good.]

talkshitgetsis

[Here's Rei, actually using the video function in a public post for once. Look at her coming out of her shell. The special occasion is marking by her sporting a head of shiny, light blue hair. If you've actually managed to see her before now, you'll know that her hair has been brown up until this point.]

Not only have I been gifted with these hideous, disgusting, bright red eyes, but I now have an equally disconcerting hair color to match. My freak credentials continue to vault to new heights.

For those of you that actually know me, don't be looking for a brown haired girl, I suppose. Although, I'm considering just dyeing it back...[She runs her fingers through her newly colored hair alongside a look of dissatisfaction.]

After all, who needs an even bigger target painted on their back? I know any punk kid can dye their hair blue, but having freaky red eyes too makes it a little more obvious. I don't want to draw suspicion, after all, the little fan group is probably doing a pretty good job of figuring out how to spot one of us. If I'm already going to be bent to the FBI's will I'd rather not have even more people grabbing at me.

[Her eyes avert themselves from the camera bitterly.] Or throwing rocks.

Maybe good ol' Geoff can give me an explanation for this too? Where was his address on what our deal is? Okay, great, Tiny was addressed, I'm happy about that. But what about those of us who's bodies are going through a metamorphosis? I want them to make that right too. Geoff seems like he doesn't wish us any harm, and his words are worth trusting, so I'll be waiting, I guess.

ghostlyprotector

[Maria is...confused, and she kind of looks like it. She thinks that's the right word for this. Her thoughts and feelings are kind of muddled on a memory she received when a vermini attacked her on the 12th. She's been thinking about it to herself ever since then, and only now is she turning to the network.]

Okay, so, two things. One, I got a sweet bow! It's cool, guys, like...the design is perfect for me, but that's not the only awesome thing about it. Just yesterday, I forgot I left it in my room 'cause I was going to practice with it, and then it literally appeared in my hands. I thought it was a fluke or maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, but I tested that out. This bow? I can totally summon it from wherever it is. Distance doesn't even matter. Unfortunately, it doesn't work on my quiver, but I'll take it.

[Despite her feelings on the memory, nothing can contain her happiness and excitement over this development. Still...it's not enough to dispel it completely.]

And number two...I got a memory, and I don't know how to...feel about it. I think it's something that explains why I have this bow.

[She runs a hand through her hair, troubled.]

So...this memory. Past me made a vow to the Greek goddess Artemis. I did some research, and that basically means I was a handmaiden to her. And the Oath came with some warnings. Taking it meant that she could only die in combat or if she fell in love. Does that sort of thing...I don't know, carry over? Do I have to follow that same Oath because I took it in a past life?

bravelyspoken

[ Emery has sort of been... hiding a little since Wise snake. The hiding might be related to the fact that he was throwing snakes around with TK and although he didn't give anyone his name or anything (or really stick around for too long, and he tried to hide) he's decently paranoid about the FBI turning up on his doorstep.

Still. He squints at his webcam as he turns it on, adjusting it slightly with intense concentration before blinking and sitting back to smile brightly. ]

Right! I know everyone is... busy and everything, with... aliens and, err, investigations.

[ Distinctly uncomfortable here. He scratches the back of his head. ]

And, if, you know -- anyone needs any help or something please just say. I'm not rolling in money but I have a sofa and I'm a half decent cook. It isn't our fault, what's happening to us, and nobody should suffer for it.

[ He frowns in concern, fidgeting for a moment, then forces a brighter smile. ]

Anyway! Aside from all that, I have a really important question.

[ He turns -- and obviously he's in a computer chair because it spins around and wheels back. There's a faint mewing sound, then Emery is hauling a enormous Maine Coon into his lap. It flicks an ear unhappily, and he just scritches it and cradles it like a baby. ]

If you had to name this cat, what would you call it? Oh -- it's a boy, by the way.

dead_black_eyes

Some of you might remember the coffee shop Espresso Yourself, formerly located in the business district. The client base was largely composed of hipsters that we loved EDIT to hate. Sadly, it was EDIT:flattened unintentionally and totally deconstructed last month and several employees and patrons were killed. I didn't want to say anything until this was actually in motion, but I've purchased the business, and construction is beginning several blocks away on a new coffee shop. Ray and I are the owners, and while we intend to retain everything that worked best about the business as well as obtaining a liquor license so we can serve alcohol, we also intend to prioritize hiring numbered individuals in all available positions. If your living situation is complicated, please don't hesitate to put in an application; the shop will be 2 stories, and the upstairs area will be an apartment outfitted with two showers, six cots, and lockers for valuables, so there will be no reason you can't show up to work clean and well-rested even if your parents have kicked you out or you're otherwise between homes. We're set to open in mid-May. I'm happy to report that the orange peel smoothie is still on the menu.

buildyourworld

[ In the beginning, it was only headache, dull but annoying. It wasn't anything serious so he paid it no heed except popping a Tylenol or two when it became unbearable. He's more concerned about the voice he heard before the headache hit. It's always the same voice, someone asking for help. It started after his Gundam was remotely turned on not too long after the giant snake's defeat. He had ignore it completely the first few times, because the voice had inconveniently spoken up when he was busy tinkering with the Gundams. But as days passed, the pleas became more often, and the dull headache evolved steadily into migraine.

Perhaps it would have been wiser to tell someone but how on earth does he explain hearing voices in his head? It hasn't occur to him that it might be the result of a pulse as he had missed the familiar pull of a pulse when the headache first hit. So instead, he's taken to keeping quiet, reasoning with himself that he's overworked and the voice is nothing but a byproduct of his tired brain. Which is why, after days of prolonged pain and restless sleep, he's asking for help... ]

I'll cut straight to the point.

I need help procuring medicine for migraine. I'll be upfront, I don't have the money for it and Tylenol is no longer helping. If you want something in return, I'm willing to discuss with you.

dead_black_eyes

Who: Lazarus Lawliet, Ray Zimmerman, and Belle Goldman
When: Tuesday evening, March 25
Where: Lazarus and Belle's apartment
What: Weird lights in the sky or not, life must go on. L and Ray discuss rebuilding Espresso Yourself, and Belle continues to wonder what the hell she got herself into when she let Lazarus move in with her.
Warnings: People in this log have a few issues? Will update if any of them get intense.

( My chest is aching, and it burns like a furnace, the burning keeps me alive )

belphe

Who:   Belle and Lazarus
When: 3/23 late evening
Where:   The apartment
What:    Belle recovers an item from a pulse, L sees potential for opportunity in it

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pokebonnet

[Suddenly a little old lady wearing an amazingly elaborate hat is waving at you. Those of you new to the network, you might have seen her before from that interview about the police sex scandal. Behind her a buff, bearded blond man is doing some sort of interpretive dance while dressed in bee-stripes.]

Hello dears! I'm just popping in to say that the Curry family is doing all right! More than all right! The rest of the family knows we're superheroes now, but they're coming around to it. Well, most of them. I'm sure Artie's brother Sully will eventually.

Anyhow! I just thought everyone should know that when we got back to Artie's apartment after the fight we found scripts and costumes for a play! It's called The Death Rains of Swansea and I think it's by the other Ivy and Mr Tunstell and it's very lovely! In fact, Artie and I want to put it on as a show! We're going to need actors though! And people to work backstage.

It's a beautiful, touching love story about the tragic love between a vampire queen and an alpha werewolf! Artie's already playing the hero, of course, but we need the leading lady--I'm a bit too old for these ingenue parts--and a villain and of course a lot of people to play the other vampires and werewolves.

Anyhow, we'll hold auditions next weekend. That ought to be long enough time to find a theatre we can do the show in. Oh! Mr Lyall, if you can see this, why don't you ask if the school will let us use theirs.

shiromadoushi

Who: Bakura and Belle
When: Monday 3/17, after school
Where: Belle's office
What: Bakura's scheduled therapy session. Now with both therapist and patient knowing they're numbered.
Warnings: Bakura's mouth, talk of trauma/death/etc.

( So many things to talk about and one stubborn arse who still refuses to bend. )

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.

waltharius

[ Walter is filming from his bedroom, which wouldn't look out of place in a vacuum cleaner commercial. It's that artificially spotless.

In contrast, the boy in front of the camera is looking... unwell. Pale, worn down, the whole deal. He's obviously having some difficulty coming clean with whatever's on his mind and takes a moment to begin. ]

...hi, everyone, I. Um. I don't think I can...ignore this anymore.

[ He's had his hand on his face for the entire broadcast, muffling his speech, but he finally moves it and reveals... faint but noticeable lines running up his neck and face. They almost look like dirty smudges, but if his reddened cheeks are any indication, he's already tried and failed to scrub them away. Repeatedly. ]

I just... I don't know what it means. I've been getting back these... I don't even know how to describe them without sounding ridiculous, but... [ Deep breath. ] ...pieces of... some dark essence. They come back whenever I remember one of the t-- [ No, he should be honest about this too ] colossi I fought in my past life.

I...

[ A pause as he tries to keep his cool, but his voice falters. ]

What's happening to me?

oncedevil

[When the feed clicks on it's to Anthony's rather worried expression, illuminated only by the glow of a laptop screen.]

Great, this thing working? I've uh, got a bit of a problem.

[Awkwardly the view tilts to show a teenage boy, Dirk, sound asleep and floating just a few inches from the ceiling. This superpowers thing is really getting out of hand.]

Got any suggestions on how to deal with this? Lasso maybe, cinder blocks?

espigeonage

[Dated to within hours of Wise Snake's demise. There are a couple seconds of nothing but his very deep slow breaths before Julien speaks. He sounds weary and ragged, with hollow trembling notes in some of his vowels.]

I guess this is goodbye, Numbers Club. See, I made plans to leave if I got too pulsed up to look human anymore, and. [paaause] Yeah. I'm sorry. I can't really help anyone like this, anyway. I can't-

My sister can put me up, out west. She agreed to it, I called her and everything. -I would like to see my niece again. [okay trying to focus] Um, Tater, I showed you where the outside key is, you can get someone to let you in. People who work at the LSR... I think I was recognized. -I know I was. So the cops might know. I'm sending Aaron a voicemail about that, we set up plans, but for you, just, if they talk to you, I'm some weirdo who worked there and had nothing to do with you, okay?

[Deep, deep breath.] Can I get someone to drive me out of the city? And get just the stuff I really need from my apartment? There's a motel out of the bounds where I've booked a room. I know, short notice, but I don't want the city border getting clamped down first. Things are still messy right now. It should be possible.

Please be safe. Everyone.

[This is not going to work quite as planned.]

dead_black_eyes

Who: Lazarus Lawliet and Belle Goldman
When: March 8th, Saturday evening.
Where: Their apartment
What: Belle's aunt sent her some expensive gourmet truffles. Guess who just took his first fledgling steps into cooking?
Warnings: Trufflecide and awkwardness.

( Dinnertime a scalpel blade lay beside my silver spoon. )

jasminebloominginshadow

Who: Jasmine and Belle
When: March 4th [frontdate]
Where: Oakwood Medical Plaza
What: Meeting in person

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Who: Jasmine and Marina
When: March 3rd [frontdate]
Where: The Mall
What: Someone to talk to

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dead_black_eyes

WHO: Lazarus Lawliet and Belle Goldman
WHEN: February 25, evening
WHERE: Belle's Apartment
WHAT: Echoes bringing back memories of a different life doesn't mean a person is free of the tendencies or demons in their current one.
WARNINGS: Mental illness, mentions of violence

( And I don't know if the dead can talk to anyone )

pianistofraielin

[Tuesday, right after school. On a whim, Russel sat down at the studio piano in the student theatre and discovered that he can play a song now. And that playing that song gave him an unknown Echo.]

[this is really exciting you guys. so of course the first thing he does is take out his phone and make a network post]

You guys!! I can play a song now! And I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be able to do magic by playing music, and I'm also pretty sure I just got a spell back!

I'm at the piano in the student theatre, you should come check it out!

I bet it's something really awesome!

( Action portion: )

jasminebloominginshadow

So um. I've started seeing a therapist but there's certain things I can't talk to them about

So I was wondering if anyone out there would be interested in something like a support group

Because I know I'm not the only one who struggles with how to deal with their echoes

we can meet and talk and give each other advice

maybe have snacks

What do you think?

shiromadoushi

Who: Bakura, Belle and L.
When: After school Tuesday (1/21)
Where: Belle's office
What: Bakura begrudgingly goes to his rescheduled therapy appointment after ditching Monday, only to have that guy he nearly punched out show up and send things into a tailspin.

( Of Cheese and Closets and Calamity )

dead_black_eyes

Who: Lazarus Lawliet and Belle Goldman
What: L got evicted from his apartment on New Year's day. His therapist is overstepping her professional boundaries and putting him up in her apartment's spare room until he catches up on his rent.
When: January 16, Thursday
Where: Belle's apartment
Warnings: Don't think so

( And I know these crumbs they sold me, they'll never last )

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