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A moment of terror striking.... )

[Video]

[For a bit there is crying and sharp movements and a blur on screen. Dani's phone was in her hand when this all started and after a while it gets dark and quiet..other then quiet obs.]

I..I don't like this...what is going on...?
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The Memory Itself )

Celine blinked, having bumped into a wall, stumbling a short ways. She turned looked quickly around the room, to the concerned faces of her co-workers, her own pale as a sheet. The break room? She steadied herself, looking around once more. So... It was an echo then... She let out a long sigh, shoulders relaxing. It took some prodding but Celine returned home early, still somewhat shaken, her entire body aching faintly. It had all seemed so real.

[Video: Open to All]

Celine was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking tired and rubbing one of her temples. "I just had the most bizarrely real echo. It was more like a hallucination. Nothing overly traumatic, fortunately, but it was apparently enough to have me sent home from work early. Considering the activity on the network I'm assuming I'm not the only one...?"

[Video]

Aug. 23rd, 2015 11:07 pm
callmeryuzaki: "Smoke and Mirrors" (Dream maker life taker)
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[Here's a familiar face, to those who have been Numbered for awhile and perhaps even those who haven't.]

Why hello. I've missed your lovely faces.

A lot of you know me already, but I'm Lazarus Lawliet. The real one. That's me.

I'm looking to compile a useful database of relevant information on all of us, something that we can share freely and without outmoded hangups or hesitation. Let's be progressive about it.

If you send me your name, a photograph or other still image from the front and the side, your age, your profession, and your credit card information, I'll repay you by writing you a personalized piece of short fiction, starring you, in the wildly popular theme of dinosaur erotica. You pick the dinosaur, and I'll make the magic happen without shame or fear.

Your dark desires are very interesting to me. Especially yours, C.S. You know who you are.
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 A familiar face appears, or rather... two of them. Emi herself is in the forefront, but in the background, peering over her shoulder, was a girl that was almost identical. The only differences was that her hair was blonde and she looked less confident than Emilia did. Emi herself didn't mind her presence, clearly. "It's been just about a year, hasn't it?" And a month since those teleporters were set up, of course.

"And now that slime's showed up," Amelia added, Emilia nodding. Emi spoke up again, "Oh, this is... Well, she's more than another me now... Her's name's Amelia, and she's my sister now." Amy waved shyly from behind Emi.

"I've been thinking... We Numbered have been dealing with a lot, not just the invasion, but everything before that. Now? There's new Numbered popping up, Numbered who were just outsiders. So, Amy here thinks there needs to be an up to date guide for the newbies." The blonde nods.

"Let's fix that, shall we?"
dictator_ko: (I'm peeved!)
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[Ordinarily she wouldn't make a first impression like this. After all, one must show off ones cute side. But right now she's upset. Very upset. So upset her eyes've turned red without her noticing it. Just one of those things from her past life. A past life she most definitely doesn't appreciate, horrifying as her memories had been.

She'd already discovered the Network while trying to Google up the strange number she'd gotten stuck in her head, but hadn't made a post just yet as she read it trying to get a sense of what's going on. She got just enough to realized that this thing was being used by those Numbered folks. She's not sure why it exists or why she can access it now, but she does know one thing: she's upset.]

What's going on? Why am I getting terrible fucked up memories? Why did I get a fucked up knife? And now I have freaky cat ears, too! And I can make a weirdo force field.

Am I one of those Numbered freaks now? Aren't you the guys whose fault it's the aliens invaded? Why'm I one of you now?

And what's with the gross slimy stuff? Is that you guys' fault, too?

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