the network

yOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS? like. i mean. okay that waS a f engeral. question. don't like.
f you if you say vaccuums liMke some kIND o f smrtaASS. im gonna tell you. So listen the fridge up!

men. men suck. all men. zero exceptions.

they are LYING LIARS that LIE? and you trust them an D THEY JUST>? they just leave? and they breaK YOUR entiRe hearT?!?! and the Y aRENT EVen worth SHIT! ok? they warent worth SHIP! so like. dont even lose spilled milk over them and

stfuff.

becAuse even when you

if you donT even fall for them but you just need them? they arent there! you'R e just on y o ur own! so dont even trust anyone!

[ So Mary is seven. And while she's smart, she doesn't quite realize this network is private. Or that a message board is... a message board. Sorry network.]

Frank. Look what I made. Can I put it on the fridge?

[With everything that's gone as of late, Skye is struggling with the fact that her mother had been in trouble with the law. She was also struggling to not act like she wasn't as affected by this as she was, considering no one around here knew they were related. Much less mother and daughter.

She was desperate now though and it was hard to keep the worry out of her voice.]

Has anyone seen Jiaying?

[ As the month has progressed, Kal has learned a lot of things about himself. Some of them had to do with his place here and he's spent more time than one might expect considering them, measuring them against the information that he's gotten from the other memories, the ones that feel more genuine, mostly because they have the right amount of information.

The memories here, he can see and hear and taste food, feel the dirt in his hands or the water in his hair or the kisses against his cheek.

The memories from there have so much more. The taste of the air, heartbeats in his ears, thousands upon thousands of voices and stories. There's flying through the air and blood in his teeth as he fights monsters from nightmares he didn't know he'd had. He's gotten memories of the suit he took from the sheriff's station, and another suit, a brighter one, that meant something.

So all in all, it's been a long month. A month of discovery and quietly, carefully observing this place and the people here and waiting, waiting to see where he'll take his stand. He'd made a move by telling Damon Salvatore, or rather, showing him a thing or two, but that was as far as he'd gone until now. Hopefully, some folks can read between the lines. ]

While I'm sure everyone knows that the fire department is always there for anyone in need of assistance, I'd just like to personally let the people of this town know that we're here should anyone need us. Not just for fires, of course. We're a lot more just some hoses and a truck.

Just something to keep in mind.

 [The memory that had returned to so many of them had shaken Laura something fierce; it was familiar, familiar in ways that were beyond what her hospital phobia amounted to, and now - now she's found herself brave enough to cut into her leg and find the tracker hidden inside. Of course, she'd been excited to remove it (and angry, of course, angry that it was even there), but that new energy was soured by waking the next morning and finding that same lump under her skin. 

Well. She cuts it out again in the bathroom of the Howlett family, destroys the tracker again, and heads to the phone with icy disgust and offense that far surpasses self-preservation. (Especially when they go also arresting her teacher recently, she really likes her goddamn art class - and her sister, too, though?! Really guys?)]


There are trackers in our legs.

They come back in the morning if you destroy them.


[This message will be suddenly wiped from the phone-lines in three or four minutes. Maybe your character managed to catch it this morning before school, though.]

call out post: my gf wont let me eat dinner until i go back out and buy her exactly half a pickle

y is this happening