Private, Semi-hackable

Phase 1 - complete. Machine is reassembled, approximately three-quarters to specification. Large amounts of parts appear to be missing.

Phase 2 - initating.

[OOC: Hiatus until May 24]

[Voice post]

[There's the sound of someone moving things around. Gravel slides. Glass tinkers. Something fizzes. Someone curses.]

Where is it...

[Someone's evidently scrabbling through a lot of junk. There's a loud clang and a series of owowowow damnit!]

Where is it?!

[End recording]

[OOC: So tiny!Jo is rooting through big!jo's laboratory. He's finally gotten there. After 3490283490238 billion years of trying. And he had directions. Great chaos is expected to ensue, but that's all for now, folks 8D.]

OOC: Mini hiatus for plague recovery times!

Tiny!Jo would just be in the basement perfecting his Franken!Lu.

Perfect. So perfect.

Ahh, my poor dead older self. If you could but see me now. Who's having the last laugh, hm?

[OOC: As posted on the OOC community, tiny!Hojo cloned Franken!Lu. And brought her up to the top of the clocktower for a nice bolt of electrifying life-giving lightning ): He doesn't know that Lu is back yet.]

[Voice post]
[A recording evidently done by accident. There's the sound of a door slamming open, and footsteps echoing loudly as the owner storms in, kicking a chair out of the way.]

She was..

She was..

Right there in my arms and...

AND!

[There's the sound of various things being smashed, and a strangled ARGH of RAEG. Then a sudden stillness, punctuated only by Hojo's ragged breathing.]

She left me a slipper.

A laboratory slipper. It has bunnies.

But...

[There's the sound of glass tinkling, as apparatus is apparently shoved around hastily.]

No matter. There will be DNA samples. There must be. All I require are a few undamaged cells...

[Then there's only the sound of someone typing furiously on the keyboard. The post times out.]

[OOC: So Lu disappeared, while young!Jo was bringing her to the ball. In fact, to add insult to injury, she disappeared just when he tried to kiss her. And left a slipper.]

Infuriating.

What do you mean he's gone?

Valentine. Is this your doing?

Private // Hard to hack, but possible

All sewers look alike, after a while.

Lucrecia.

About that ball. Are you going?

[OOC: So very public.]

Such a very ... enthusiastic greeting from the populace. It seems that my other self has made himself popular.

Nevertheless. This is truly a strange place. A new President -- no, two of the same, and they tell me this is the son of the current President. An entire generation from the future. Fascinating. And a potential avenue for inquiry. [OOC: Strikes private, unhackable.]

Private to Old!Jo // Unhackable

And where have you hidden yourself?

Private to Vincent // Unhackable

Turk, you have yet to show me where the Company's representative office is.

Private to Lucrecia // Unhackable

Lucrecia. How long have you been here?

Private // Unhackable

As interesting as this place is, it keeps me from more productive uses of my time. I can only hope the payout will be worth it, in the end.

I'm surrounded by morons, as usual. But some of them may prove useful.

( Private // Unhackable )

[Public]

I require the expertise of one versed in applied quantum physics. If there is anyone of intellect in this dump.