raisetheearth

( Start with the action option. )

Or A Network Option If You're Not Into Pizza
[The video comes up on a road in the middle of the unending wastelands of the Western USA. Off in the distance is a military vehicle, probably a checkpoint. The video holds on this image for a little while before somebody speaks from offscreen.]

Okay, see that? I just passed by there and found one of General Miller's Finest sleeping on the job so I'm gonna do my civic duty and wake him the hell up. Watch this.

[The device recording is set down and fiddled with, leaning against something, a rock or whatever, and then the grass around it is ruffled by a gust of wind breaking the still air. Several seconds tick by, holding on the parked vehicle.... and then suddenly a bolt of yellow lightning tears by it at an incredible speed and the car is visibly jostled by the force of its passing. The driver's side door opens up and a soldier immediately stumbles out, tripping all over himself and coughing in the dust cloud.

There's now a yellow lightning bolt spraypainted on the side of his truck.]

Holy crap! [The voice is back, almost at the same time as anybody watching can register that the camera's been picked up and is moving... just stupidly fast if the blur of the background is any indication. The young man holding it looks back over his shoulder before turning to the screen laughing.] Oh, man, that guy looks pissed!

ceofactor

Even for Benjamin Factor, arranging this charity event had been something of a challenge. Just as he held great influence in Gateway City, Thunder Corp's influence in Locke was great as well. But with time and money, all things were indeed possible in this case, and the Memorial Dance Hall was playing host to the night's events. It was a glamorous affair: politicians, captains of business, dignitaries, and celebrities had been invited. For whatever controversy that existed, the world legitimately wanted to heal the wounds left by the invasion, and that meant there were a lot of people who wanted to use events like this to either advance that cause, or to make themselves look good.

But they weren't the only sorts of individuals who had recieved an invitation.

Benjamin Factor had also made it so the Numbered would be invited to his little party. Arrivals through the teleporter would be greeted by drivers at the community center, and the same courtesy was extended to anyone who might live in Locke. The only stipulation? Was that anyone who came make an effort to make themselves presentable. If that was a problem, or anyone arrived without knowing, they had clothes on hand for people to change into.

Indeed, it seemed that the Numbered would be well provided for tonight. That being said, their presence would get people to talk, given the presence of news crews making live coverage. Nevertheless... "getting people to talk" seemed to be exactly what Benjamin Factor wanted to happen.

[Event Links: Event Speakers | NPC Interaction | General Mingle]

dictator_ko

[Action]
[She paused at the sight. There were familiar yellow cat-like things wandering around looking very confused. When they saw her, they froze up. She realized why just as some of them began to flee.]

Wait! I'm not Moge-ko! I'm nothing like her!

[That caused some to pause and give her confused looks. And then she caught up and they tensed up as she began to speak...]

[Video]
Is there a "My past life was a terrible person" club? Because I think I'd be a good candidate for one.

Also, Mogekos suck. They're horrible. They look like those. [And she uploads a picture of one of the yellow cat-things.] Except that those ones here're okay. I've talked with them. [And they'd been afraid of her because she looked like that horrible Moge-ko. It'd taken some effort to calm them down a bit, but they'd still been wary of her.] They're Defect Mogekos which means that they aren't like the rest and they get killed for it. I don't know how they showed up here and they don't know either. This must be one of those weird things like the dinosaurs.

Um, they aren't very bright, I don't think, but could someone give them jobs or something? They'll starve without it and I already asked my dad and he said no to feeding all of them and that they should get jobs if they're smart enough to talk. And he won't give them jobs either.

[How unfair! Cute things like those shouldn't have to suffer! Well, at least the not-terrible ones. The terrible ones deserve it.]

[Defect Mogeko encounters]
[Defect Mogekos can be seen wandering around Gateway City now. Your character might run into them.]

abundantlove

[Molly is sitting in her room. She knows her aunt is asleep right now in her room, so now is a good enough time for it. She's also factoring in the advice Lily and Winter gave her: Don't reveal too much about yourself. The Network was apparently dangerous right now, so she had to feel this out yet.

Still... she knew she had to take this first step. Taking a deep breath, she flipped open her phone, and keyed in the numbers...]

Ah...! Hello, everyone! My name is Molly! [following Lily's advice, she forgoes her full name.] I guess you could say I'm a new face! I've been wondering about how to introduce myself, so... here I am!

I-I want to get to know other Numbered, and... maybe get some idea of what everything's like and what I have to expect! I know being a Numbered is really tough, but... I've seen and heard about all the amazing things you've done! I think you're all amazing!

officiallymortified

Hello. It seems that new people generally introduce themselves here first, so my name is Dima. I've been having what you seem to call "echoes" for several months now, but I did not know the echoes could do things other than give you powers.

[Insert an image of these.]

Does anyone know anything about these? I felt the echo, and these suddenly appeared. Is this normal? What do they even do?

oncedevil

( Though this be madness, yet there is method in't )

Text:

That's it. I want off this ride. I don't give a damn about saving the world or whatever. I've had enough. Shit's gone stupid. I didn't sign up for fucking bullshit mothmen or whatever the fuck all of that was, I'm out. Canceling my subscription. Someone take these goddamned numbers I've had enough.

billkiller

[Arlene's surroundings have changed. She's no longer in a grimy and sweaty 24-hour diner in Gateway City; she's dressed nicely, with her hair and her makeup both done nicely and a brand new professional-looking outfit.

She's on her knees with a hand at her head.]

I was shot. I was shot in the head...

[She knocks against the side of her skull, and there's the sound of flesh and bone against a metal plate.]

What the fuck? Is this happening to everyone?

raisednpcs

Who: Everyone who agreed to be approached by Thunder Corp
When: September 21st
What: Thunder Corp is out to recruit
Where: Various Locations

( On the date of September 21st, the visitations begin. )

[OOC: There's two threads you can reply off of depending on how you decided to be contacted, ones for being approached in person, and ones for being contacted by personal e-mail.]

billkiller

Who: Arlene Machiavelli and OPEN
Where: Buddy's 24-hour diner
When: Backdated to August 20
What: Arlene's shift. If you're in Gateway City, come talk to her! She knows she's Numbered now and has a lot of questions.
Warnings: Language?
Status: Open!

( living on my last paycheck )

switch_over

[A new face pops up on the network today. Though she doesn't look or sound incredibly excited. If anything her tone sounds a little bored. She's been poking around the network for a little while now, but she hasn't felt the need to speak up until now.]

Is it common for us to remember things or get abilities similar to what someone else already has? I'm just asking out of curiosity.

[She glances to the side before looking back at the feed and adding in.]

Oh and give yourselves a big pat on the back or whatever for helping with the whole giant lizard situation. Woo. go team, et cetera.

[She probably could have put in a bit more energy to that, but she didn't.]

billkiller

[Arlene's never been comfortable with internet forums. She's not actually very computer literate, and the Network reminds her of those faceless posts anonymously sharing and judging opinions. But the draw was impossible to resist; once she knew about her Number, just knowing what she does about this group of special, interesting and unique people was enough to make her contact them.

Cameras seem to follow them, after all, and she's spent the last 15 odd years being practically invisible.]

Hello! Um, hi. Can you see me? Hear me? I'm Arlene Machiavelli, maybe you've heard of me.

[She grins, brightly at first, but it fades quickly. It's unlikely that she'll be recognized, and she knows it.]

Or maybe not. I, uh... did some modeling back in the day, though. People ask that all the time, if I did, so it must be kind of obvious.

[She laughs again. Her smile's broken. She knows damn well that as soon as a person is talking herself up more than others are, she's in trouble, coming off as big-headed rather than accomplished.]

I wanted to say thank you to the people who helped me out during that... whatever that was, with the dinosaurs in the zoo. I got really lucky, and you guys were so nice. So... now that I'm a part of this secret society too, do I have to pay membership or booking fees or anything? I want to do it right but I also want to make sure it's not some kind of scam. Only idiots fall for those.

billkiller

[The face that appears on camera is thoroughly traumatized. A blonde woman in her early thirties is sobbing hysterically, wearing a bridal veil and cowering in the empty lobby of an office building while Velociraptors race past her screeching, sharp sickle-toes flexing menacingly as they barrel toward a nearby butcher shop.]

The fuck?! I didn't sign up for this, I did not leave Vegas for this! Somebody help me!

[There seems to be a lull in the commotion outside; she contacted the network during an action-packed moment, but she is being left alone at present. Trembling, she stands and makes her way shakily to the elevator, cradling her cell phone in her hands as she starts to take it to the highest floor.]

So... I guess it's out, huh? I'm one of you. Fan-fucking-tastic.

[She rips the veil out of her hair, looks at it, and bursts into a fresh bout of tears.]

raisednpcs

( Everyone, get on the floor! Everybody walk the dinosaur! )

[OOC: The new event is live! Please see this post for npc information and just what characters will have to deal with.]

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Action + Video

Factor Industries Charity Event: October 18th, 2016

Defect Mogeko Incursion

AUDIO; network

[text] HERE HE COMES

Action - Locke City | Text much later OTA

3- [Video][Locke City]

Thunder Corp Recruitment Drive

I'm feeling like a nervous wreck [Gateway City] [Open]

Video

2- [Video] [Gateway City]

1- [Video] [Gateway City] [During the Dinosaur Rampage]

Echo Incursion 01 - Jurassic Gateway (August 10th, 2016)

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