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[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]

bhk

you're the ones who fought in the city last weekend, right?

[He thought very hard about handing this number over to somebody. He scrawled it on the top margin of a wrinkled grocery store receipt; its words and numbers shifted like code into the Network. He has it in his hand while he writes this in the back of his planner for Locke Academy.

He would have said something about the receipt, if only he hadn't recognized some of the people on here. He's hoping this is some hoax or gaming forum or something. And maybe he's curious about how half of the city went to crap. Either way, it took a while to get himself to write anything down. This is really freaky.]

i found this on accident. [He's convinced, anyway. Because he's normal. 100% normal. Yup.] i'm not a news reporter. i just want the story straight and i won't bug you guys again.

was the snake one of you? someone said what happened was thundercorp's fault. what actually happened?

[There are way too many theories and versions of what happened floating around the city and the internet. He can't get a clear picture anywhere. If this is Superhero Martian Robot or Whatever HQ, he may as well try to get the story straight from here.]

pumpkinbutt

Who: Sam, CERTAIN PEOPLE, and whoever!
What: Getting a check-up and dropping off some clothes for Dani♥
Where: Locke City Hospital & nearby park
When: March 15th
Status: Open

( off-road wheeliechurrs )

needsmorezippers

Who: Neku and Sam
When: March 13th, afternoon
Where: The library
What: Neku is prepping for the possibility of being grounding, and runs into a numbers person!
( just in case )

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?

swissarmyjesus

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

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

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

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

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

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

ghostly_heiress

( Filtered to Sam )

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

pumpkinbutt

Alright so it's official. you can access this thing with gummi bears if you just spell it out right. you're welcome, scienceguy.

Other than that if you guys see someone actually using this network in real life what do you do, exactly? I keep reading "number club members" on a lot of these.

ghostly_heiress

[The writing is neat, and thankfully, perfectly legible.]

Oh no. You’re all here again.

At least I assume there’s a group of people? There’s quite a bit of different writing here. Some of the writing looks like it was written by a keyboard instead of by hand. Though there appears to be videos, so I suppose those were actually be a keyboard?

Might there be someone to tell me I’m not crazy? I wrote the number down in my diary when everything suddenly appeared. I’m still not sure where it landed after that. I tried it out on post it notes, the back of a textbook, and now I’m on a notepad.

All of you keep appearing.

I think someone even put up a new post while I was doing all that.

I'm not sure I should be here. People say the internet is dangerous, I'm not sure if this could be at all safer.

partyqueen

Okay so I think I found everything I guess I need to know by looking around, but 2 things: I am pretty sure I didn't retain like ANY OF THAT (bcuz a lot of it was nonsense btw) and... like basically I don't think anyone can convince me for like even a second that I haven't just actually gone off the deep end w/ this one.

I just spent 20 minutes navigating a page of my dayplanner and all you're all talking about is just completely crazy shit, so I'm just pretty sure my brain snapped.

At first I was like, "did I accidentally join a cult?" But now I'm like "I'm using the internet (or something) in a FUCKING DAY PLANNER"... isn't anyone else worried for their sanity, if this is even happening???

My wrist is cramping but any input would be greatly appreciated, probable fictions of my imagination.

thebartech

[Okay, Numbers Club. He's found this Network, he miraculously figured out how to scroll on a countertop, he's read posts and the FAQ. Only one thing left to say, really.]

So. Aliens huh.

oncedevil

Well isn't this a surprise? You know, taking hallucinogens wasn't on my to-do list for the near future, but I guess everyone makes mistakes every now and then. I've learned a valuable lesson today: when someone hands you some funky hippy water full of leaves that they insist is good for you, don't drink it. So, since I'm suddenly the Dirt Whisperer, how about you regale me with your earthy wisdom while I sit in the park and enjoy the trip? Let's kill some time before this wears off and I end up with the nastiest hangover I've ever had. Here, I'll start with some easy questions: Why is the sky blue? What's the meaning of life? What language does Mister Mumbles speak when he yells at people walking by? And most importantly, what the hell is going on?

beforeweproceed

[A number is written out someplace.

With connection made, the writing stops there as voice is picked up.] Now - before you ask me, I did my research... Spent some time looking back through this thing. [Something of a self-directed, paced mutter.] Took me ages to figure out how someone "scrolls" on a page in a notepad.

All right, though. My question is... How the hell're you supposed to know what your first... "Echo." [Air-quotes made where he's sitting. Picks up casually enough, quick.] Did to you, anyway?

Can't say I recall any strange... "pulsing" deja vu moments, joined by, what... out-of-body experiences -- "visions" during my lifetime. What I'm getting is, I've been alive for seventy-eight years and I could've had my Echo in any one of them.

Is that right?

part_time_overlord

[It's around 10:30pm. Sam looks a bit roughed up. Most noticeably, there's a bigass bruise right in the middle of his forehead.]

Important alert. There's some kinda werewolf thing running around town tonight. I ran into it and I think I gave it a black eye, but it took most of my power to do so, so I'm running on fumes right now. Not much help to anyone.

But, you know, be alert. Lock your doors. Get some silver bullets. Fucker wrecked my bike.

nascondo

[It's a bit late on a school night, but that hasn't stopped this teen from turning to the network. He appears to be on his laptop, though the only lighting comes from the computer screen as he has the lights off in his room. He's quiet possibly in his pajamas since he's wearing a T-shirt that's way too big for him too. His voice is a bit hushed when he speaks.]

I've been checking this place for a couple weeks and trying to figure it out, so I don't need the tutorial. Can't say I buy all of it, but I'm not here to argue. I need to ask something about those so-called "Echoes" or whatever they really are.

[He grimaces a bit and shifts uncomfortably.]

Are they normally so...random? Like giving you an irrational hatred of a fictional character? Along with a different mental picture than how you normally see them in images?

[He glances over his shoulder for a second.]

Oh, and I'm Nick. I'm usually busy with school, but this has been bugging me the last couple nights.

siesinddasessen

I need a new place. Someplace not visited by those outside of the network, but large on the inside (at the moment, two stories high will do, but higher is is preferred) and also with a large exit, though if that is to the side, up or down doesn't matter. Otherwise it should be generally fit for a person to live there; heat and running water and such things, in some shape or form. No stables.

Secondly, any recommendations for easily digestible food that has no spices to it?

[This is basically the reason for which she has been "nice", at least occasionally. To qualify for help, should shit go down. Asking for it still is putting a part of herself in other people's hands, and she hates it, so she'll be on edge here and probably her usual jerk self despite asking for something... You are warned.]

bravelyspoken

You know, I've never been a part of a secret society before. Never really been in the cool club at all, to be honest. Bit weird finally making the grade!

The question is, if we're all as fancy and special as everything here implies, do we get special code names and everything? You know, like proper superheroes would? Apparently there's no hazard pay involved, so some sort of perk would be great.

I draw the line at costumes. Not sure I'd look good in spandex.

darkinferno

Who: Dante + SO MANY.
When: Friday, February 14
Where: All over Locke City!
What: Dante’s got plans for today. Little does he realize the world has more plans for him.

[A]: ( 10a-11:30a; Locke City University; open )

[B]: ( 12p-2p; some upscale restaurant who even knows; closed )

[C]: ( 2-3p; Locke City public library; open )

[D]: ( 3-4p; DA BUS STOP; closed )

[E]: ( 4-6p; ye olde coffee shoppe; open-ish )

wirsinddiejager

[Alan stands in front of the camera, wearing his usual nerdy Batterman t-shirt and looking unusually sheepish.]

Okay, uh. Since certain pretentious scumbags have been having trouble believing that I could totally kick their ass, I've been asked to provide some visual evidence.

[He lifts the hem of his shirt and the camera zooms in, showing what is quite clearly an 8-pack. When he lowers the shirt again after a few seconds, a disappointed 'Boo!' can be heard in Octavia's voice from off-screen. Alan shoots an embarrassed look in its direction.]

Octavia, I told you I'm not taking my shirt off on the network!

pumpkinbutt

Who: Sam (

pumpkinbutt) & anyone!
Where: Locke City Hospital & nearby park
When: Monday Feb 3rd; late afternoon/evening
What: Getting her usual check-ups and enjoying being out of the house for a while.

( Late afternoon: Park [Closed to Phillip] )

( Evening: Hospital (OPEN) )

[[ ooc; first option is closed but the second's open to anyone who'd like to meet Sam, prearranged or not! She is disabled and has to use a wheelchair to move around, just as an fyi *^*b ]]

waltharius

[ Have some frantic scribbled handwriting, network. Walter is not even trying to keep things neat . Things must be pretty dire. ]

My past self's horse is outside of the window and I'm at school right now. [ 'School' is underlined twice. ] Nobody else in class has noticed yet (???) but they will any second and I have no idea what to do. I'm sure they're going to call animal control or the police or BOTH and I don't want her sent to the glue factory oh my gosh

advice please??

((ooc: walter goes to a little catholic school, not lchs! no horse outside the main public school!))

orangehoodie

putting aside all questions about this network, aliens, and whatnot because i'll figure it out eventually anyway and i'm sure you've all been asked this a gazillion times

who puts hot sauce in coffee? that's... gross?

pumpkinbutt

so are you all la/rpers or what

plushaeusrumpified

Whoa dang this shit is actually legit isn't it
Man idk why I didn't do shit with those numbers before.

[Maybe it's because for a while there, Brody blocked out as much as that night as he possibly could. Yeah the numbers never went away, but he kinda just ignored everything from the night his first echo came. It's been a bit traumatizing, to be honest. Nobody wants to look at a puppet and get all hot and-

No. Let's just move on from that.]

So secret network etc, etc. I feel like some secret agent or some shit
Wait a sec if everyone's in on this it ain't really secret is it?
Whatever, I don't care. 's still cool, tbh. Oh hell though, there're kids on this thing aren't there?

Does this count as incriminating evidence? I mean could I get fired for the stuff I say on here? Because if so pretend I ain't ever even cussed or anything. Cuz I work at the school and the last thing I need is to get fired because somebody went complaining that Mr. Brody was using language online.

Actually nah I don't care. Fuck, fuck, fuckedy fuck. If you're seriously offended over words then you need to get over it.

The new shiny of this thing is really wearing off though so yeah, I'm out.

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Entries tagged with witch hunter: halloween

7. Video. Laptop. (backdated to the 24th)

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[open] Hospital schenanigans!

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PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

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