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[Video] Catgirl Seeks Weapons

[This time the background is outside with a backdrops of trees at night, with the wind rustling by and Mina in a purple winter coat.]

At least I got my phone back. So, how do I get my hands on a weapon? I sneak out now and then when I'm sure my parents won't notice me gone, and I've gotten good at it, but I could use something decent. Killing zombies with a golf club took way too long, not that I want to fight them again because they're just gross. But a knife or a sword or something would be nice for stuff like monsters and dinosaurs. And something for when I want to just beat someone up not kill them, because it'd be messed up if I killed people. Not that I plan to beat up people, but all sorts of freaky stuff keep happening and you never know what might happen.
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Grounded Catgirl

[Instead of the usual obvious selfie video, the video seems to have a perspective from a position on a dresser covered with makeup supplies. It provides a view of an extremely pink and girly room behind Mina.]

...I got grounded. For messing up my dad's golf club and for 'putting myself in danger'. They took away my phone, too, so I had to write my number on a mirror. Someone talk to me. I'm bored.

Memory Incursion

[ACTION, Locke City, October 14th]

[This had already been something of a crazy month for Jasmine. She'd moved back to Locke, was staying with Marina in Winters' parents house, and in addition to all the Thunder Corp stupidity, there'd been all sorts of things popping out of the ether. Jasmine had been pondering about the implications of all this, but was also thankful she didn't seem to personally be the source of a lot of this.

That was on her mind as she stepped out the door on the morning of the 14th, and found numerous humanoid creatures in black standing on Rick and April's lawn.

It wasn't that Jasmine didn't recognize them. She did; she had seen them in one of her echoed memories. But... they were here... they were right in front of her...]


Um...

"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

[Jasmine frowned. This was going to be a long day.]




[Network, later in the day - video]

[Jasmine's face comes up, looking very annoyed.]

So uh. I now have a bunch of monkey-looking guys who seem to be made entirely of sand hanging around. They think they're my minions or something, or that I'm one of their bosses or whatever.

[She turns her phone to show the Snackies sitting on a lawn, some cross legged, some laying down, others just lazing about indiscriminately.]

They aren't leaving.

...

What the hell do I do with them?!
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Defect Mogeko Incursion

[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.]

Entry #A-3: "Ask" [Video] [Shepherd's Haven]

[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?

video;

[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.

Memory reliving [Video during and after]

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...?

(no subject)

Who: Phillip, Toushirou, and an open prompt for ANYONE!
What: Phillip's best method of getting CR: dog walking
Where: Gateway, in the park or just around where it might be a good place for dogs.
When: September 30th

open )

closed to toushirou )

[Video]

and the Thunder rolls )

[He appears onscreen wearing a paramedic's uniform, identical to the one Lazarus got back from his memory echo. His surroundings are significantly less seedy than the motel he's reported from in the past; they actually look like they might be luxurious.]

For those of us in the northern hemisphere, it's fall, and that means it's a season for change. With so many people getting job offers and new and exciting opportunities, I've decided to access my generosity again and help you all out with your resumes. I'm just that nice.

Sometimes you just need a little help to figure out what your best and worst qualities are. So, let me help you out~

041 ♦ YouTube, mirrored to network; backdated to immediately after Thunder Corp's announcement

[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.
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Fashion Crisis [Video]



Just what's going on? First gross slime then pink snakes [though she'd found the snakes kinda cute] and ghosts, now dinosaurs! I almost died! Speaking of, thanks mysterious speedy masked guy whose name I didn't get, for saving me.

[She suddenly perks up.]



Quick emergency Mina's Fashion Corner tip:

I've seen some people selling clothes with dinosaurs on them. And even a few wearing them. Do not do that. Seriously, it's a total fashion no-no. It's just tacky.

If you really want to go with a dinosaur theme, try wearing dinosaur colors! Besides, green's the in color right now. Loose clothing is also in, but it has to be stylish, okay? You can deviate from the current fashion, but that's not for amateurs. Only the stylish and cute can get away with it.
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Video

[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.]

1st Puzzle | Action/Voice

Action, Shepherd's Haven, Evening | Open

Shepherd's Haven is such an isolated little community that even Nathan doesn't worry so much about being out after dark. It isn't even particularly late; after all, it is winter on this side of the world and darkness descends early. He'd just finishing up a last bit of business for the day. Nothing terribly urgent, but there hadn't been any sense in waiting to do it, either.

He briefly wraps his arms around himself a little when a chilly gust blows over him, biting a bit through his jacket. It's fine, and expected. But the sight that catches his eyes in the next moment is not.

The figure he sees on the path up ahead is not one of any recognizable resident of the village -- and it's such a small community that Nathan would recognize any of them. A young man, not particularly tall, but easily having at least half a foot on Nathan. Chin-length blond hair, a ghastly-looking burn scar over the left half of his face. But that isn't the most disturbing thing about this sight; the young man is distinctly transparent, clearly not solid . . . like a ghost.

Nathan instinctively draws in a sharp breath, more loudly than he means to, and stumbles back against the wall of the nearest building. His stomach drops and he feels the thrum of an Echo goes through him. But he's so fixated on what is in front of him that he does not notice the small object that has appeared in his hand as a result.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. He has to get this under control. In the meantime, he's still got his back pressed to the wall.


Network, August 7 | Voice

[Despite having been terribly frightened last night, Nathan speaks in that soft monotone than anyone who is familiar with him is well-accustomed to by now. It's his normal speaking tone. Whether that means he's recovered from the fear or not . . . is difficult to tell.]

We know the slime was a worldwide phenomenon. [That it has vanished is curious and something to be pondered, but it isn't Nathan's concern right now.] But has anyone outside New Zealand seen any apparitions? For those that have not and may perhaps be wondering: no, it was not my imagination. It triggered an Echo.
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[personal profile] mangata2015-08-05 11:49 am

Video

[ The number on the network seems to be the same as a certain Marina Santana that people know - including a few newbies now. It's taken from a low-quality camera phone, and the background seems desolate, and the blue-haired girl the video is looking at has shorter hair than Marina and, quite notably, has both of her eyes intact.

She sighs, and waves at the propped-up camera. ]


So it looks like we're getting new additions to this network for the first time in a while - and from what I've caught looking over the network, it coincides with a new wave of oddities.

[ Not-Marina leans in closer, eyes narrowed. ]

To everyone new, if you notice that I look identical to a certain Marina Santana, there is a good reason for it. Over a year ago, our planet created copies - doppelgangers - clones - what have you, of some of the reincarnations. Mirrored selves... and some of us are still alive. You may call me Umi Ryuuzaki, the name of Marina's past life, because I was in a hurry to be my own person and the name stuck well enough.

[ Yeah Marina, she doesn't really care how you feel about people talking about your past life. Just sayin'. ]

To everyone else, if this trend of strange occurrences continues, you'll be hearing and seeing more of me than you have for the past year or so.

It's... a pleasure. Goodbye. [ Although she'll chat with anyone who wants to.
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Self-Aggrandizing Catgirl Apology [Video]

Hello~ Welcome to Mina's Webcam Hour, the super-exclusive edition for Numbered only! That's right, you can only see this broadcast on the weird network we have! Not only that but this is also a special apology edition! [She holds up a piece of paper with "Sorry for being wrong and blaming the Numbered" on it.]

But you can also tune in to my normal webcam at [She holds up a paper with "www.minawebcam.com" written on it.] and join my loyal fans there! ♪

First, let's have a look at the daily life of Mina. This is a special public service introduction for those of you who haven't seen my webcam before!

When I'm not at school, I like to listen to my music. Let me put some on. [She clicks on her computer and super cutesy pop music begins playing.] This is my favorite! It always cheers me up on a bad day.

[She gets up and begins dancing and singing along. She's decent but not professional quality. Once the song ends, she sits down again.]

Let's look at Mina's room. [And she turns her webcam, panning across an overly pink room with lots of stuffed animals.] Cute, isn't it? It's just the way I love it!

Other than music and collecting stuffed animals, I also like shopping and fashion. [And hurting people, but she isn't going to mention that. She's trying to put on a good face for people here.]

Here's a tip from Mina's Fashion Corner: you can remove slime stains with club soda or washing with lemon juice and cream of tartar if it's really fresh. If it's particularly stubborn, try rubbing alcohol!

Well, I'll be taking audience requests now! Anything you would like to see from me?
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[personal profile] brotimaeus2015-08-04 12:25 pm

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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.
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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.

Aw, gross! [Action]

As Blaise walks down the street to his favourite soda shop, he playfully hums to himself. 'What flavour soda should I get today?' he wonders happily. He's so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn't see the slime ball in front of him until he steps in it and falls backwards from the slippery goo.

"O...owww..." Blaise groans as he rubs the lower part of his back, still wincing. "That sucked..."

He looks back at the slime ball to find something else in it's place - a small, triangle shaped ball of rice with a piece of seaweed wrapped around it. He blinks curiously at it, forgetting for a moment the fact that he had fallen at all. He picks up the rice ball and examines it closely. It looked like food, had the texture of food. He looks around to see if there were any more. Finding it was the only one, he got himself up and dusted off, before walking off with the rice ball in hand. After observing it for a little while, he decides it should be okay to eat. Right? Right.

As he bites into it, he chews for a second, before making a rather repulsed face. He looks in the middle of the remaining rice ball to see if there's anything there, but nothing exists that would indicate the flavour he was tasting. He quickly gulps the piece down and cringes.

"What on earth is this thing? You'd think it would taste better!" He pockets the rest, not sure what else to do with it. He shakes his head a little, feeling dizzy for a second, then continues on his way. "I can't wait to drink that soda, now. Wash that taste out of my mouth."
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An Upset Catgirl [Video]

[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?