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Save Our Earth Mods ([personal profile] ourearth) wrote in [community profile] saveourearth2019-02-24 04:24 pm

Thanks, Sadie [Mingle]

Date: 24th of February
Characters: OPEN!


After the earthquake on the 19th of January, the ground had been quiet. Or that was at least what everyone assumed; those who went to the meeting and listened to Walter speak might know that that was not exactly the case. Starting on the 9th of February, the earth had started to be shaken by the tiniest of tremors again, too small to be noticed by the everyday citizen, but not too small to escape seismic readers. Not that the public was told about this; why cause a panic? Things were strange enough these days in Mossgate Council.

Then, around 5am on the 24th, there is the most gentle shaking of the earth, only just strong enough to shake the leaves of some room plants, but noticeable. No damage is caused this time. At least not by the earthquake.

Because shortly after, a wave rolls towards the coastline of Mossgate. And not just any wave. It's a small tsunami wave, measuring about 1 metre at the top when it hits the shore and pressing up into the mouth of the river to reach a maximum height of 1.3m before it ebbs away.

The damage this time is substantial. Cars have been flushed into others, storefronts are shattered, the ground floors or many houses flooded and gardens torn apart. Some of the boats from the harbour sit somewhere inside the town now, and a ferry has crashed into the harbour office. By virtue of the very early hour and massive luck, there are barely any casualties - no more than one would expect from a major storm or flooding.

But Mossgate and Tarwich are in shock, and the descending media certainly don't help.

And every single Numbered in the echo boundary has received a plot echo, granted about a few minutes before the wave hit the shore.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2019-02-24 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I

Sadie was asleep, as is usual at five o'clock in the morning on a Sunday. Sadie rockets upwards in her bed, scaring the cats as suddenly the emptiness and pounding of an Echo rush over her, pulling her from sleep only to have her gasping for breath as soon as the emptiness dissipates and is instead replaced by a stabbing sensation on the sides of her head. The pain intensifies as a squeezing pressure inside her head joins it sending Sadie doubling over, hands clamped on the sides of her head as tears start rolling down her cheeks.

This gives Sadie the perfect position to feel as her ears start to move and shrink, until they disappear, accompanied by a whimper from Sadie, and all noise stops. There is no sound, not even the sound of fuzzing or the pump of a heartbeat that normally signal her ears being blocked, just nothing at all. Sadie continues to whimper, not that she can hear it, as the pain starts shifting up her skull and intensifying as something starts protruding outwards on either side of her skull near the top. Finally, the unnatural feeling of growth ceases and, accompanied by a painful popping sensation, Sadie's hearing returns. Too much so. In stark contrast to the nothing she was hearing just a moment before, now Sadie seems to be hearing everything. Multiple thudding, roaring snores, rumbling and growling outsides, her own racing heartbeat louder than ever before and at least a dozen other noises all waring for loud supremacy.

Sadie dives under her duvet, wrapping it around her head and ignoring the feeling of two very foreign attachments as she reaches for her phone and sends out a text.

ECHO DURING SLEEP. NO OBVIOUS CAUSE. DID YOU GET ONE TOO?!

II

Much, much later in the day, Sadie is down by the docks, looking downright miserable with a woollen hat pulled tight against her head, though to anyone looking too closely something about the shape is a little off. She points at one of the sailing boats that had been parked on land well up from the water,

"That one's my brother's. We think we might need to completely replace it." Sadie, normally fairly clear when she speaks, is whispering so quietly that she's almost inaudible for no apparent reason.
lovedramamoron: (pic#12708243)

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-24 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A.
5 AM in the morning, and Jimmy was wide awake. Between the earthquake and the echo, he had very little chance of falling asleep any time soon.

Reaching out for his journal, he stops and closes his eyes in a futile attempt to block out the stream of observations that he couldn't seem to stop. A wrinkle in the blanket, a tilted picture frame, a shadow cast on the wall, where the lamp's shade was just the slightest bit out of place.

He saw it all and he couldn't turn it off.

Flipping his journal open, he quickly jots down a note to the other numbered.

Changed my mind. There's something worse than memory echoes.

B.
Jimmy looks around the waterfront in shock. The memory of the avalanche had been bad, and the earthquake had been strange. But this... he'd never seen damage like this before. Not outside of a movie.

And those observations still wouldn't shut off. Even as he looked around, there was a part of his mind calculating forces and physics, looking to find anything that was the slightest bit out of place.
lovedramamoron: (pic#12708275)

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[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-24 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Same here.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2019-02-24 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
U alright?
lovedramamoron: (pic#12879340)

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-24 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Getting a headache, but I think I'm okay.

It wasn't a memory this time.

Did something happen?
spaghettimonster: (HUMAN: SLEEPY)

I - i haven't even decided his echo but this first tag is the same no matter what

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2019-02-24 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
yes

its too early for ths
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

Everyone annoyed about disrupted beauty sleep

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2019-02-25 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
OK so potentially another mass Echo so something big's happened.

It is too early =.=
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2019-02-25 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Physical or ability? They can be extra disorientating. Do we need to get you to Dr Tilly?

Physical change. Not too big.
lovedramamoron: (irritable)

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-25 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ability, I think. I can't stop noticing things. Like the moment I look at something I can see everything about it that doesn't fit. And it won't stop.
Edited 2019-02-25 21:55 (UTC)
warped_replica: Temp sketch icon (Human: Nervous)

I

[personal profile] warped_replica 2019-02-25 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Already in the process of opening the drawer next to his bed to retrieve his phone, he hears the custom alert set for a text from Sadie. Device taken up in an unsteady hand to read, he holds it in two to tap back a reply.

Yes.

Are you okay?
dragoonrouge: (Sadie)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2019-02-25 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadie doesn't answer immediately, instead shuffling the duvet off from around her head, wincing as what little muffling effect the cover afforded is lost and all the ambient sounds of the house come blaring back in and the disorientating sensation of her ears moving stop her head towards any noise her brain focuses on for too long.

Readying her phone Sadie takes a photo and sends it in the most secure way she knows; straight to Ben's Number. The picture itself is just of the top of Sadie's hair where, sticking out amongst sleep-dishevelled blonde hair, are two elongated, equally blonde furry ears. The shape longer and more tapered than a cat's usual triangular ears and the angle of the ears is slightly different too, angled ever so slightly up and backwards.
spaghettimonster: (RUSSELL 1)

yep. is this a -text- text or a network post?

[personal profile] spaghettimonster 2019-02-25 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
there was a mass echo/
when

hallowwen had a lot but they werent all at one


[Maybe in an hour or two his spelling will improve.]
fairfeste: (Feste [Make a deal])

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[personal profile] fairfeste 2019-02-25 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Feste's Echo was not as obvious as Sadie's, but the force of it still woke them up. Still very blurry eyed and concerned, they roll over to grab their phone as the text comes in.]

yeah idk what's going on
warped_replica: Temp sketch icon (Human: Surprised)

[personal profile] warped_replica 2019-02-25 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
When no reply comes immediately, Benjiro turns on the light to look to the Network in his notebook as responses begin to appear from others. The sudden Echo affected more than Sadie and himself... He sets his phone safely on the nightstand with notebook left opened on his pillow, and works his legs out from under the covers slowly to turn over and sit up at the edge of the mattress. Wiping away traces of sweat from his face on the sheet, he rolls his shoulders as he moves against the soreness…. Only to slouch forward with elbows on his knees as he works through the fatigue of disrupted sleep. As he collects his thoughts, he watches the Network in his notebook and listens for the ping of his phone.

Then, he sees the image come through to his Number directly. He picks up the notebook only for his breath to catch as he stares at the image. Hand lifted to cover over his mouth as his brow furrows, he lowers the notebook back to his pillow to take up his phone instead to respond.

Do you want me to come over?
warped_replica: (Turtle: Shadow)

[personal profile] warped_replica 2019-02-25 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Echo
Early as it is when the effect hits him, Benjiro is sound asleep in his bed after a late night of work with books and notebooks scattered around him. The resounding heartbeat shocks his conscious mind awake with a jolt of his body sending one thin book off the bed to the floor, and as the world spins with the hollow feeling delaying the sense of dread that accompanies these changes, he only remotely registers how disconcerting it is to conclude that sleep does not keep them safe from Echoes.

A sensation he recognizes starts as the hollowness dwindles with heat filling the emptiness at his core and it rapidly bleeds outwards to his skin. The intensity is not so pronounced as before, yet it lingers as his muscles begin to twitch and draw tighter. His breath is staggered between spasms of his trunk muscles, but he nearly completely buries his face into his pillow with teeth clenched to bear it with nothing more than hissing of his breath between the sharp edges. Sweat collects slowly on his skin, dampening his pillow as the heat and sporadic cramps linger on for several minutes. Anticipating something more, a shifting or cracking - something, he is instead left with unfulfilled fears as the cramps dwindle and the heat ebbs.

Eyes barely opening in the dark, he moves one limb at a time to regain a sense of his body. It feels the same, if tainted by a mild soreness. Only once he has attended all four limbs does he press up to his elbows to look down at his hands and skin. Nothing seems out of the ordinary…

Moving slowly, he looks to his nightstand and reaches for the drawer to retrieve his phone.

OTA
By the afternoon, Benjiro can be found in Mossgate near the waterfront. Motorcycle left behind at the Moore home to keep it out of the way, he is wearing his work gloves and pitching into the cleanup effort at both homes and businesses. Mindful not to lift anything that should be too heavy for someone his size alone, he joins with others in pushing cars apart, assessing damages and moving damaged goods outside to dry in the wind, cleaning up hazards such as glass, and carrying supplies to those that need it delivered.
Edited 2019-02-25 21:31 (UTC)
iamnotgod: A man, hands up at chest level, staring left and down (In The Dark)

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2019-02-25 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Narrative + Action for Russell]

At 5 AM, Walter is still online, deadlines met for the next month in terms of commissions, and chasing down lines of thought that still haunt him.

All thinking is stopped cold when an Echo settles in, followed swiftly by nigh-mind-numbing terror.

It's an autonomic response. Overcome it! Breathe!

In this new memory, all sensation is softened, all human senses except for sight gone; all there are are points and lines, no sense of true up or down, left or right, gravity or atmosphere.

The lines themselves are fascinating to watch - flickering in and out; some points have only one line connected, others have dozens, others still are tailed by uncountable... Then he (it?) discovers it can create its own, earning piles of, well, something, for the effort. The exploration continues.

And it seems this memory has no end - which is why it takes Walter a moment to reorient himself to the new fact that he has landed himself on the floor in his panic. That panic does not ease when moving about shows no equal shift before his eyes. Correlation with his other memories reinforces the notion that these are websites, this is what Webmind can normally see.

This knowledge is not helpful in the least.

"HELP!"

[Later; Network - Voice]

On a scale from one to ten, how troublesome would you rate this latest Echo for you?

More importantly, is everyone all right?
Edited 2019-02-25 21:50 (UTC)
lovedramamoron: (pic#12879340)

[Voice]

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-25 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm going to put this one at a solid five.
lovedramamoron: (irritable)

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-25 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
It might have been a bad plan to go out to the waterfront when he still hadn't gotten a decent handle on whatever this weird echo had done to him. He kept getting distracted by something else he just had to notice, and half the time he had to turn to see it, since it didn't seem to matter whether the thing was in his peripheral vision or not.

This lead to him getting in the way of other people more often then not. Which had lead to the unpleasant discovery that it wasn't just objects. After the third time trying to apologize for standing in the wrong spot had lead to his paying attention to the state of people's shoes and the patina of their wedding rings, Jimmy was about ready to give up.
iamnotgod: Black and white picture of a man looking up and off to the right. (What Even Is This?)

Re: [Voice]

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2019-02-25 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
What does that make the others, then?

[Because those memories were still Very Concerning.]
lovedramamoron: (pic#12708307)

Re: [Voice]

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-25 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe a 3?

[Because the memories might have been disturbing and confusing, but this was giving him a massive headache. ]
iamnotgod: A man, holding a folder in one hand and gesturing with the other, looking off to the right. (And WHAT Is This?)

Re: [Voice]

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2019-02-25 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair.

[There's barely a pause to parse things on Walter's part before he continues on:]

Anything talking it out or writing it down would help with?
lovedramamoron: (pic#12879340)

Re: [Voice]

[personal profile] lovedramamoron 2019-02-25 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That depends. Do you know any quick fixes on how to stop noticing things? Its like I can't stop seeing everything that's out of place.
iamnotgod: A man staring slightly off-center, looking serious. (Let Me Explain You A Thing)

I. Somewhat later...

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2019-02-25 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

Notable in that Walter's using voice, not text.

"I'm now effectively blind whenever I'm in an area with wifi. But we have other problems - I take it you've checked the news?"

Or just outside.
iamnotgod: Black and white picture of a man looking up and off to the right. (What Even Is This?)

Re: [Voice]

[personal profile] iamnotgod 2019-02-25 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Walter briefly thinks that it's like telling someone to stop hearing commercials, or stop smelling something pungent, but that's not very helpful.]

Can you focus on something internal? Or just something constant.
dragoonrouge: (Sadie Scared)

[personal profile] dragoonrouge 2019-02-25 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Sadie's breath judders out in relief as Ben asks if she wants him to come over. This time her answer is received by Ben in next to no time.

Yes please, if you can.

The noise is quite painful
Edited 2019-02-26 05:25 (UTC)

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