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Date: June 17th, 2018, 1:46 AM
Characters: Walter Weekes, though all other characters will see is just a long string of numbers.

[It's not a very long video - just a man staring at the screen, typing at a rate that can be heard if anyone's using a device that includes audio. Someone's put their Number into a separate window without realizing it! Or rather, without realizing it's more than just an annoyingly persistent stream of numbers that's messing up his coding.]

[The typing abruptly stops, there's a quiet, quick muttering of, "and SAVED, thank god-"]

[Then his eyes flicker over to the other window... and a look of horror dawns on his face as this isn't supposed to be a browser! The screen - presumably a laptop - gets slammed shut.]

[Only for, moments later, text to pop up instead. Just the same string of Numbers, several times in a row, before that feed is discontinued as well.]

[The next few minutes consist of several feeds - a mix of texts and videos, one of which is clearly coming through a mirror, before culminating in one simple written word:]

Hallucination???

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No.

This makes five, including myself. Though I have to ask if you could do us all a favor and recount exactly what methods you used.

[Well, that's. Reassuring???

Still, it's several hours before there's a response - someone managed to pass out, it seems.]

Started out cut+pasting it into Paint, of all things. Then it was regular notebook paper.

Think I tried my phone, next. Might have ruined the TV in trying to write it on its screen.

Went through a bunch of sticky notes after that - doesn't seem to matter what you write with, either.

I may have written on the wall with pencil as well. VERY embarrassing, that one. And after that I tried the mirror.

I'm back with the notebook paper right now, though I really want to have a crack at how secure this thing is next, and I'll need my laptop for that.

[And somehow, Walter's not sure blocking the webcam is going to cut it.

And then a question occurs to him:]

Do you remember any hollowness?

[by the time the other gets back, he's gone to a computer and tested typing in the number - whelp. There it is.]

That's interesting. Someone got it through the TV.

[a pause]

I do. At the northern lights.

What kind of output? Visual? Audio?

[It seems to vary depending on who uses what... on the one hand, there may be endless combinations! On the other, even if he knows now it's not a hallucination, it still feels Very Sketchy.]

How many of us were there, ~~or is~~?

Nevermind.

[He was going to ask "Is there a way to check," but that sounds silly in retrospect and wow is it good to be able to think as fast as he writes again.]

They got visual at first - they gave off audio. Somehow I was able to switch.

Three communicated with me, one or two of which I knew. Plus you and me makes five.

[Walter huffs. There are far too many possibilities, here! And most of them are sounding like conspiracy theories - they seriously need to find a way to get more information...]

Anything else we have in common, apart from being at the fireworks?

I don't suppose you have a number that keeps popping up?

[Fortunately, he still has the paper he was writing on ~~last night~~ earlier this morning, so he just goes back and circles it.

Cheeky.]

I don't think any of us have the same number, at any rate.

I don't think so, either. Wonder what it relates to.

Question of the hour, it seems.

[And now, a new question: can he be 'logged in' to this Network on two devices at once? Either way, Walter's gonna do his best to multitask.]

Maybe there's records of strange things like this happening after the last aurora? Not that they'd be anywhere public.

[That, or the date itself was significant, in which case its significance is lost on him.]

I'm a science teacher, not a hacker.

Maybe one of us knows someone in charge of the archives?

[Still, the question makes him smile - and then, after running one of his many tools-of-the-trade, that smile quickly turns into a frustrated frown.]

This Network isn't even detectable, looks like. That's just wild.

[There'll be a few more minutes of quiet as Walter goes through all he has in his arsenal, but that conclusion seems pretty solid.]

[James is half only awake when his notepad starts to scribble out text and numbers by itself]

"Oh for f- It's too late for this." he says aloud to himself. He'd managed to absentmindedly write the number again.

Can we please not do this right now I'm so tired.

[Well, so am I!, Walter thinks in protest.]

How about we both go to bed, and then if this still exists when we wake up, then we panic?

Edited (Because even when tired he finishes his sentences! Or tries to.) 2018-07-16 13:12 (UTC)

[Pike draws the equivalent of his thoughts right now, a lazily drawn spot/circle/mess thing that he goes over again and again, leading to it being a mass of black ballpoint pen ink. Next to it he draws an upright '>:(']

no panic. only sleep.

Here's hoping.

[And that's the last he manages to get out.]

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