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[This starts out as just your average message from your resident cotton candy creeper. He was going to warn all you simpletons that obviously do not posses an ounce of logic that eating candy off the street is bad for you, and you probably shouldn't do it, especially since he's been trying to study just what these candies are made out of.]

[That is, he was going to do that, until he's suddenly jumped from behind. Luppi can be seen grabbing the Octava from the back, forcing his head back and cramming something small and green down the evil genius' throat. In the next moment he's gone, suddenly disappearing from the room to the accompaniment of static, and leaving Szayel draped over the back of his chair in a daze.]

[It's a long moment before Szayel finally lifts himself up... and instead of cotton candy pink, his hair is now BRIGHT LIME GREEN. It takes him a moment to realize this too, and its only when a lock of hair falls into his face does his eyes suddenly go comically wide.]

LUPPI ANTENOR!!!

[...what's worse is he has the extreme urge to hump wood... and he means that literally.]

kuritsun

[ There's only text. That's all she feels comfortable with right now - the swirl of confusion and emotion in her head makes her doubt her ability to speak publicly right now, provided that function of her cell phone really existed like the "Greeter" had said. And, deny it though she may, she was on the edge of panic. Kurisu didn't want conversation right now. She wanted answers.

Science always helped to calm her insecurities. ]

Hello. I just arrived. A few questions:

1. What determines who is "pulled" to this place? Does it involve deletion from the victim's original world line? If so, how do we retain our memories of that past time? Compressing memory data into a transportable size for just one person requires extremely powerful machinery; the concept of doing so for a whole city is unrealistic at best.

2. On that note, how many newcomers exist in this space? How long are we expected to live here?

3. What is known about the disappearance and reappearance of the [ the hesitation she takes before writing the next word is obviously not noticeable by the time she posts this, but boy, was it there when she wrote it-- ] "monsters" overnight?

4. Is there any public data on the mechanism of the Core at all?

[ the post sits for a few moments, and then the following is edited on. Honestly, she doesn't know what she's hoping for. The chances of any of them being here were infinitely small - quite literally, if anyone from any world and any timeline could be snatched. But where the hell would she be without hope right now, anyway? She bites her lip, invisible behind the wall of hastily-chosen words. ]

5. Is there anyone from Akihabara here?

Please answer. thx.

universaljanitor

[The feed turns on to static and the sound of something crashing. There's a rumbling in the background, the whining groan of steel pushing against steel, the pop of restraints giving way, the crack of electricity through the air.]

No no no no no! Come on! [There's the sound of metal hitting metal, presumably of a hammer against the side of something. But the whining of something under pressure, about to give way only increases.] No. Buggered little- Worrr-kah! [The Doctor's shouting by now, and there's the sound of scraping against the microphone of his NV before a crack even worse than the others starts up, and whatever it is the Doctor's working on starts to scream in protest, metal scratching over metal with a sound not too unlike nails on a chalkboard.]

GRAAAAA- [Is the last thing heard from the Doctor, a snarled out cry of frustration, before there's the start of a small explosion, a roar and a blast and then a jolt of static through the feed for just a second before switching off.

Five minutes later, however, a text message is sent throughout the network]

( OOC cut for length )

defineshinky

[She's standing right outside the Newcomer Apartments, clearly having just been shown there. Yet nothing else about Wendy reads as a desperately lost Newcomer. She looks resolutely unimpressed.]

Okay, the last time I did this, I didn't need to hurl in the Field of Dreams. Not kosher. Boss, come in if the nice men in labcoats were wrong and you're out there.

Somewhere.

[She looks at her NV expectantly, her frown growing deeper with each passing moment that she doesn't get the response that she's looking for.]

Come on, Middleman. Don't make me do the Ride Lonesome bit, that's not my routine.

[Time passes and she gets nothing. Finally, Wendy sighs, accepting the situation.]

Well, guess it is now. Okay, how do I--

[She starts pressing buttons and her brow furrows when she stumbles across the Network.]

Whoa. Uh. Hi.

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Entries tagged with c: washu hakubi

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