brotimaeus: (41 | It's all around me)
[personal profile] brotimaeus
If anyone feels like visiting an invalid in Christchurch hospital I could use the company.
They finally took most of the machines off me.
Looks like I'm okay plus a few gnarly scars.
Lucky me.
brotimaeus: (04 | That you feel me somehow)
[personal profile] brotimaeus
Who: Richard & Tony
What: Tony is very hung over after drinking with Caesar, and Richard is very aware of it.
Where: Gateway City, some hotel somewhere in the city.
When: September 17th (holy backdates batman)

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meteormercenary: (Uhm...)
[personal profile] meteormercenary
Who: Jacob and you
What: Jacob isn't feeling so hot.
Where: Shepherd's Haven, Woodend
When: Late afternoon, October 3rd
Status: OPEN!

Jacob blinks hard as he fumbles the key into the lock of the shop. He is closing early for the day, he hopes no one will really mind. Between the headache, the chills, and the dizziness, he can't afford to sacrifice his health or that of his customers. He tries to keep in mind that he can't really take the cold medicine in his pocket until he gets home, which honestly might give him the occasional look of terror to cross his face as he beelines to the nearest drugstore. He shudders as he tries to push the memory of his sister's illness to the back of his mind.

He'll pick up several varieties of medicine made to treat colds and flus, and try to leave the store as quickly as possible, but finds that he needs to steady himself quite a bit. Does he have a fever? He can't tell, he just knows he wants to go home and nip this in the bud. He lays down the cash at the register and forgets to pick up his change as he leaves the store.

He takes a path where he can lean on walls and trees on his way home, and with each step he takes, it becomes more frequent. He ends up leaning against the wall of a taller building and slumps to the ground as he tries to fight the fatigue. Sweat is visibly dripping off his brow and he feels distinctly nauseous. If he's already feeling this bad, he's not sure how he's going to get up all those stairs to his apartment. He cringes as he feels his head pound at thoughts of his fears in illness.

One might find him muttering incoherently under his breath as he awaits certain death or rescue.
officiallymortified: (hmmMMMMmmm this sure is a dilemma)
[personal profile] 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?
numberedshepherd: "Space Oddity" (Ground control to Major Tom)
[personal profile] numberedshepherd
[It's getting easier to tell Ryuzaki and Lazarus apart; the latter looks significantly thinner and more unhealthy than the former, and instead of breaking into easy smirks, his face is placid and serious. The two share a Number, but little else.]

Regarding recent events, Saretha has given these aspects thought and is asking you to do the same. Please pay attention to what she has to say, whether or not you've missed these events in real time. It's all important.

I'm one of the people who was contacted by the informant from Thunder Corp, and I know of some others, but there's a question I'm very interested in at this time. I want to know if anyone was both contacted by this informant and approached by a representative from the company, and if there are any Numbered currently active on the Network who experienced neither of these things.

If you're not comfortable sharing this information on the Network, especially considering that I have a particularly destructive and untrustworthy doppelganger who can see even my private network messages and just took a job with someone I have a very bad feeling about, I can meet with you in person to discuss this regardless of your location, or speak with you on a private line. If you've agreed to help Thunder Corp, I'm not not here to judge harshly... at this point, I just want the data I've specified, and your answer one way or the other is something you're welcome to keep to yourself.

To reiterate: Were you contacted by Thunder Corp's rogue informant, or a recruiter? Were you contacted by both? Were you contacted by neither?

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Oct. 2nd, 2015 01:12 am
purestambition: (128)
[personal profile] purestambition
[Saretha sits, calmly, observing the camera as she has many times before.]

Network. It's been awhile.

[Saretha may have never lost her Numbers, but she's not exactly been talkative on the Network of the last many months. She's kept up with Raye and certain others, but... most of her attention has been on business matters. On reconstruction and charity and public talks. Even if you haven't met her before, at this point in time, you have likely seen Saretha Kaiser at some point.

She's made damned sure of it.]


I will cut straight to the point - last week, a select amount of Numbered were contacted by an individual claiming to be from Thunder Corporation.

[No, she. Really didn't tell anyone she was doing this, besides alluding to her intention there to Lazarus.]

This person, a scientist evidently, does not appear to be Numbered. In fact, the claim in the private message is that he had created a means of contacting the Network one-way.

Much like they were able to harness the energies of the earth for Project Jump, he further claimed that they are developing a means of tracking us. Anywhere. He indicated that he used this same method to find people to leak information to, and that Thunder Corporation's means of tracking us was about to "run out", but I don't know how reliable that is.

[She leans into the camera.] I am aware some of you have been contacted by them in the last week, as well. It is a strange coincidence, is it not? If you are new or naive enough to not know better, did you question how it was they found you?

Thunder Corporation has always been our enemy. They plagued Locke City. They helped unearth the snake that nearly destroyed that city, setting off a chain of events wherein we nearly helped seal our own fates by killing the Guardian Animals that litter this planet. They allied themselves and ushered in the off worlders who nearly slaughtered us all. The Vermini, and their larger iterations, were known to migrate around their hidden activity...

For us, as Numbered, they have never done anything but seek to undermine us, work against us. They cannot kill us in the streets, but they can do the next best thing. Their wealth, their influence, their alliances, those are what keeps them afloat.

The scientist in this message continued to warn us, saying that they are responsible for what has occurred lately - the green slime, the dinosaurs, something in New Zealand... that slime evidently is the snakes, somehow - before he was promptly taken. Seemingly murdered.

Before then, he said something else was coming. That they have... "broken" something.

Now... it is quite possible this is all a ruse. Something, combined with the approaches, to try and set us against one another. The timing is damning, but it could also all be true. To be honest, I cannot say which is which - only that I have little doubt they are up to something which cannot possibly end well for us.

We cannot attack them outright. That will only hurt us more. We must investigate, look into just what they are doing. That way we can reveal the truth, and perhaps drag them into the daylight.

As a private Network message, of course... I have no means of actually showing it to you. But there are those who can corroborate my words, should they wish to speak out, should my own words not be enough.

[She leans back, tilting her head up.]

Tread carefully. We are stepping back into very dangerous territory, all of us.
oncedevil: (Let's rock)
[personal profile] 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.
solvethepuzzle: (Conceal)
[personal profile] solvethepuzzle
Who: Nathan, and OPEN
Where: Shepherd's Haven
What: Nathan relives a really bad memory
When: September 22
Warnings: Possible mentions of suicide.

as the wish to forget it. )
peacefulwinter: (But that isn't right!)
[personal profile] peacefulwinter
[The Winter that pops onto the screen, and onto the internet at large, is one that's quite a bit angrier than she's been in a while. She clearly didn't like something she heard.]

Thunder Corporation wants to blame the Numbered for this. They're pushing it on us again. They don't know anything. Where were they, when the violence broke out two years ago with the mafia? During the Invasion? There's something fishy about asking for help now, when we've never been given the time of day before. This press release... I'm not sure what to do with this. But I've got a response of my own.

If Locke City will have me, I would be honored and excited to protect my home once more. Like many people, I don't want to be put in danger because of who and what I am; it's why I left Locke in the first place. I've had my eye on things; I know Summer's been around Locke, keeping an eye on the city when I can't. I want to help, as I always have. It's my duty as a Precure; it's my duty as a person. That's never changed. But as my wife keeps reminding me, I can't help anyone if I'm dead.

I've always been an open person. Lily and I have nothing to hide. I've made some mistakes. I've done things I would just as soon take back. But I don't cover those things up. Maybe it's foolish of me, but you don't earn trust by only showing the things you're proud of. If they want to ask questions - if anyone wants to ask questions, within reason - so be it. If they want help keeping Locke safe... they didn't have to do something like this to ask. I still have an e-mail address, a YouTube channel, a Twitter account. I have a mailbox. I refuse to believe that anyone thought public shaming was the best way to ask for our help.

If Thunder Corp. is honest about their intentions, I have no issues lending a hand. We've shaped this world, since everything started, three years ago. I don't deny that, either. It would be irresponsible of me to leave everyone out in the cold now. Assuming I don't get attacked in the process, the light of wisdom will shine over Locke City once more. Count on it.
speedpariah: (074)
[personal profile] speedpariah
[The video begins, showing Dr. Weller sitting in front of his computer, smiling. He clasps his hands in front of himself before speaking]

Hello, everyone. I hope you're all well. I wanted to speak about the matter of-

[Before Weller can really say anything else, his expression changes. On the viewer's end, one would see Weller sitting there wide eyed, looking around nervously, as if he suddenly didn't know where he was. But on Weller' end, it's as if he's been taken to another time, another place.]

cut for anyone who doesn't want to be spoiled for a specific scene from the first season of CW's Flash series. )

[ooc - If you wanted to hear the words Weller was saying, please reference this video clip. No one outside of Weller's own head would be able to hear the words of other characters, even those of his attacker.]

video;

Aug. 4th, 2015 12:25 pm
brotimaeus: (87 | Somebody wanna get live tonight?)
[personal profile] brotimaeus
This slime is becomin' a fuckin' inconvenience.

[As if illustrating his point - by not really doing so at all - Richard flicks a shuriken over one shoulder and sends it to the other side of the room where it embeds itself into the wall, quivering. A few marks on the paint nearby might show, to the well-trained eye, that a few of the same have already been stuck there and subsequently melted down the wall the following day.

Richard doesn't look particularly impressed.
]

And people are getting echoes from it, yeah? I can't be that unlucky.

[He slips a thumb and forefinger up along the bridge of his nose to pinch it, lifting his shades up slightly.]

Tony, check your goddamn pockets when you're comin' back in here, there's enough of this stuff hanging around the house already.

[A beat.]

And bring a box.
witnessme: "Lane Boy" (Don't trust a perfect person)
[personal profile] witnessme
[The feed shows a young man who looks to be in his late teens or early twenties; it could honestly go either way. Suffice it to say he's around Tony's age, and he's super excited and shirtless despite the brisk weather in the southern hemisphere.]

S-so. How about these goo things, huh?

[A twitchy smile. Despite being Numbered now, for a long time he wasn't, and he's still paying some penance for a past crime. He feels like he hasn't quite earned Network privileges yet, in other words.]

I'm Luca D-Dantonio. Uh. Some of you might remember me from the thing with Al-Albero. But even before I got my Number, you guys were great to me. No boss ever treated me like that, so uh. I hope that there was never any doubt or anything but I want you guys and the newbies to know that I'm on your side, OK? I'm loyal. If anyone can say anything about me it's that. I'll even fix your stuff up for you, my Other was some kind of mechanic I think.

Oh...! Oh, also, one of my echoes says that m-my guy's name was Nux. I kind of like that. Simple. You can call me that. I'd actually kind of like it b-better if it's OK to ask for.

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