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Kat's e-mail:
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Email from emc2@metadex.net |
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Date: You
are never going to believe this! I can't believe it and I was there. It's
just incredibly insane. I had
just returned from a short walk gathering wood and stuff for the fire.
There were a couple kids not far from the camp site that, like me, seemed
to be waiting for something to happen. We were all startled when we saw a
group of bats fly through a tree. No, they weren't flying through trees,
but THROUGH A TREE! It was the most impossible thing that I've ever seen
and I must have stumbled when I went to reach for my camera as I fell
through my tent. Right through the side of it. When I caught my balance I
swear that I was standing inside my tent yet I was outside. I mean, my
feet and legs were in the tent and yet my head and arms were outside.
There was no rip or tear or anything it. I just don't know, it's like it
wasn't there, but it was. I was surrounded by my tent but I wasn't
trapped, it was just a very curious feeling. When I looked to see if the
kids had seen it I saw a man standing about 20-25 feet away. He was just
standing there not saying anything. I have no idea what happened to the
kids, they were gone. It was just him and me and all very strange. I
turned and left the tent half way hoping that when I turned back around
he'd be gone. But he was just stood there. I tried to talk to him.
Nothing. I asked if he saw it, said hello. Nothing. Asked if he was ok, if
he understood english. Still nothing. Then I asked if he knew what was
happening and he started to leave. It was just so unreal and I felt like I
was losing my mind. I have no idea where he went or anything. Why was he
here? What was he doing? Was it all just my imagination? By the time I got
my camera, he was gone and everything was back to normal. I'm
completely overwhelmed. Here I was absolutely prepared to document
everything and I've got nothing but my memories. I wrote everything down
afterward, but I'm certain that I missed something. I can't wait to get
home and compare my notes with some of the other incidents. I should be
home tomorrow morning or so, I'm hoping that something else may happen
tonight, though I'm not sure that it will. I'll call you when I'm getting
close so that I can pick up Laika. I hope that she hasn't been much
trouble! Beth |
Phil's e-mail:
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Email from emc2@metadex.net |
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Date: Phil!
You'll never believe it! I experienced a paranormal event! I so wish that
you had been here with me. It was all so very unreal and spectacular. I
can't wait to tell you all about it. I didn't take any notes. I couldn't.
It just happened so fast and I didn't know what to do. It wasn't at all
what I expected, but I don't know what it was that I was expecting. It
made my pda go crazy though. I'm not sure what happened to it, but I'll
have time to check it out when I get home. I hope that we can talk then.
Are you still upset with me? Beth |
in Beth's metadex:
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November 01, 2003ethan.thenekodas.com OK, this is getting weirdAlright, so I'm sitting here this morning, and someone knocks on the door. I open it and it's that guy Todd Rogan, again! I have no idea how he knew I was back in town, let alone what room I was in! I told him I didn't really appreciate him stalking me, to which he apologized profusely. He just kept staring at me and asking me questions. Questions about where I lived, where I work, my family, etc. etc. At first, I didn't want to give him any information about me, but then I figured if I did, he would FINALLY realize I'm not who he thinks I am and leave me alone. But the more questions I answered, the more agitated he became. I tried to ask him what exactly was going on, but he was very evasive, saying something about this being so big, and I would just think he was nuts if he told me, that I'd have to 'see some things for myself.' I asked him what that meant, and he said he couldn't really say, but if I wanted to get to the bottom of things that I might try stopping by the High Flyer Bar down on the lakefront. He softened a little then, looked me in the eye and told me that regardless, it was really really good to see me again. Then he left. So how totally whacked is this? I mean, this just happened, and I'm all shaken up. I almost called the front desk to chew them out for releasing my room number to someone, but something about the guy, his sincerity I think, made me decide not to. Plus, I just keep having the nagging feeling that I do know this guy, somehow, although I have no idea how. Anyway, I get to look forward to a boring weekend with nothing to do, and trying not to let this thing bug me. I just may stop by that bar he mentioned tonight just to check it out. Who knows, maybe something there will let me put this whole thing to rest. At the very least, I can drown myself in Pyramids, heh. I wish it was warmer, or I'd rent a sailboat and relax. Maybe I'll go see a flick. Ahh, matinees. Just like college.
Posted by Ethan at 01:10
PM
Matinee IdolHoney, please be careful. I trust in your instincts, though. It's one of the things I adore the most about you. You get people - it's as if you have some innate ability to separate the meat from the gristle when it comes to personalities. I think that's part of what makes your trips so hard right now. I wish you could just sit with me, quietly, in our living room, and you could tell me why these nights plague me so. Mmm, tell me all about the movie when you call. If you must communicate with this Todd guy, please, do stay in public areas. I find that I am really intrigued - the sleep-deprived brain in my head feels like an outsider. It's some fantastic story, some movie-of-the-week, but it's happening to us. Anyway, love you, baby.
Posted by Dina at 01:31
PM
In shockDina, I went down to the High Flyer Bar tonight. I went in, went to the bar and sat down. Nice place, good view, upscale clientele. Seemed like a pretty normal place, so I started to relax a little. I didn't see anybody I knew, and while I was wondering what to do, the bartender comes up to me. That's when things got weird. He smiled and asked me if I'd like 'the usual.' The usual??? I asked him if he knew me, and he said sure I do, you used to come in here all the time. He then gave me a Mack and Jack's, on the house. It was good, heheh. I was pretty sure that it was becoming apparent that someone's running around out there who's my twin, so I asked the bartender (Mike) who he thought I was. He looked a little unsure of himself at that point, and said he didn't quite know what I wanted him to do or say. Me? I have no clue! Then he said he'd just better play it safe and give me something, then whatever happens would be in my hands. He pulled out an envelope from behind the cash register. It's at this point that I'm not sure how to go on about this. The only thing I can think of to do is to put up a picture of what was inside for you to see, because I need you to verify something for me. Is this my handwriting????
Posted by Ethan at 11:39 PM |
November 02, 2003ethan.thenekodas.com |
November 02, 2003dina.thenekodas.com |
November 02, 2003ethan.thenekodas.com Sleepless in...no, I won'tOK, sorry but it's true. This thing kept me up all night last night. Don't do anything until I get home, then we'll figure out what, if anything, we should do from here. I'll be home tomorrow on 938, unless you hear otherwise. See you soon....finally!
Posted by Ethan at 12:46
PM
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CD found [by players] in Chicago (Cyberia Internet Cafe, located with Ethan's note)
Contents:

Folder named 12/29/2001:



Folder named "legal":



Folder named "personal":

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dina.thenekodas.com/deadcafe.html:
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dina.thenekodas.com/triad.html:
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Marcus Ormond's metadex:
Ormond's metadex, Nov. 5th - Dimitri.zip




decodes to:
I know that my dad trusted you and I could use your help. I don't know where else to turn. It has been too long, I should have heard by now. None of our plans have worked out. I know that they are still out there! But where? Do you know? Have you heard? Can you help? This is all my fault. I wish I understood what I did. -J
November 05, 2003dina.thenekodas.com i'm holding on.
Posted by Dina at 01:46
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dina.thenekodas.com/balladsoffrogs.html:
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Phil's e-mail:
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Email from emc2@metadex.net |
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Date: Phil,
I've tried to call you twice now and not gotten an answer. I saw the man
again only this time he was at my house! I don't know what to do. He just
showed up here. It was the same thing. I talked he just stood there. Why
does he do that? He completely startled me and I didn't even say hello.
Just "you again?" or something. He wouldn't tell me how he found
out where I lived. He was responsible for those files. I told him that I
figured them out, not that I did. I mean, I know what they say but who
knows what they mean. Why'd I even tell him that, I don't even know if he
put them there because he won't talk to me. I mean if he didn't put them
there why would he care? I don't know. But if he didn't put them there,
then who did? Then I just started babbling about the crazy tent. Which was
stupid. I knew he wouldn't answer. So, of course I started asking him to
talk and what he wanted from me. I think I even tried 20 questions at one
point. All pointless because he's just there to freak me out! He says
nothing and now he's at my house! Well he's not here now. I mean he left
just as quickly as he showed up. Phil, What is going on? Who is he? Am I
in danger? Should I be freaked out? I hope so, because I am. I wish you
had been here. You'd save me from the scary freak, wouldn't you? Anyway,
I'm more than a bit nervous. I hope that you call. I've got to get out of
here. I think I'm going to go over to Kat's. I'll have my phone with me.
Call. Please. I miss you. I don't know what's up, but I miss you. |
Kat's e-mail:
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Email from emc2@metadex.net |
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Date: Hey
there. I'm
just finishing up a few things here and then I'm on my way. I can't
believe that freak showed up at my house! I suppose I should be scared.
Well, I guess that I am a bit freaked out by it. I mean, he was at my
house! Oh well. We'll not think about that. Oh, Phil may call me tonight.
I wonder what is up with him. Maybe you can help solve that anomaly. See
you in a bit. |
from Beth's metadex, Nov 5:
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paintover.net:

http://paintover.net/wristwatch/not.*
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III, i, and I'm still here. It pisses me off to think that I was going to fall for it - that I was going to let some doubt and fear overshadow the amazing things we've managed to do here over the past several weeks. I worked hard, man, and for what? For you all to bail on me?
not2.jpg Caesar
Why "caesar"? Well, probably not for the reasons you'd expect.
not3.jpg Caesar
Too many years of scanning network backbones by the glow of my monitor. Too many late night pizza feasts, becoming the poster child for poor diet. It’s too much trouble, but when there’s nothing else in the house, coffee blacker than the blackness of my screen. Too much working myself right up to the edge of that adrenaline rush, finding one last neglected port to worm into. Eventually it caught up with me. Yeah yeah, I know they say it's genetics, but I can't help feeling like I'm paying for living a normal teenage life. |
Aquapolis incidentlog, Nov 6:
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e-mail from Beth to her mailing list, "Home again, Home again," Nov 6, 4:08
| Well, here I am back in Redland safe and sound. I had a great trip that left me glad to be home and yet wishing I wasn't. It's always sad when you return to work after some time off and the place hasn't fallen apart without you there to hold it together. When you are just always there, it's easy to delude yourself into believing that the company just couldn't do without you. After a week away, it seems that aside from a slew of emails nobody noticed that I was away. Granted my boss was thrilled to see me walk in the door on Monday morning, but I'm not sure if that was because of my work or because he was worried about me. Perhaps I just miss the days of old. Ran into an old friend from my little stint in Switzerland yesterday that triggered memories of days and friends gone by. It completely surprised me when I saw him walking down the hall. I almost didn't recognize him with the stern all-business look. Dim was always the energy of the room and his laughter could be heard down the street. To see him so rigid, so professional, just highlighted the changes that have taken place. The last time I saw him was when he took James and I to the airport for our return to the states. We stopped at a little café and had so much fun that we missed our flight. I miss those days. There was just so much hope and faith in the future and what it held. We were a team, a strong team. While nothing would fall apart if you took a week's vacation, your absence was felt and you knew you were missed. There was a bit of odd news on my return which also may have something to do with it. A new coworker was named employee of the month. While I'm happy for her, it just struck me as odd. Not only is she new to the company, she's from my department and I'm not even all that sure of what she does for us. She's in the department, and she shows up for departmental meetings, but she doesn't seem to have any of the typical responsibilities. It just all seems out of place and I'm not sure what to
make of it. Why her? Why our department (again!)? She is a great girl and has become someone that I can count on. But that's socially, not professionally. An employee of the month should be someone that represents the company in an outstanding fashion. She just does not, at least as far as I can tell. |
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10:30 - testing (loading cryptoscript for secure transmission)
10:44 - caesar, i'm here outside elmview ga. definitely a whomp, but somehow skewed. circumference is not as wide as expected, epicenter seems extremely unstable at outset. also seems two hours early.
10:55 - things are repeating. feeling of inertia. saw an echo shadow of self approaching the site. i can see myself sending the test post to paintover. so weird! i am calm despite this. whoah, that building is no longer a single-story brick - it's glass and steel and at least 20 stories. i can't believe my eyes.
11:15 - something's not right here. duration and execution of whomp is not happening as a chaotic outward ripple from epicenter - there is a systematic and organized ... rebooting of the area around me. some things are changing, others remain untouched. it is currently quite easy to side step the changes. wish had more data-collecting ability than currently. to the naked eye whomp is less anomaly, more automated.
11:33 - crapola. things are escalating. cannot find way out. my echo is gone, and I am fine, or maybe the other way round. running, but whatever is effecting the area is moving faster. feeling caged, harder to dodge.
11:39 - wind, rain, bright sun. hard to see. caesar, can't do much now. never should have come. will try to upload addtl data if can
11:43 - sweep no more SOS hurt in g_
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November 10, 2003hm. consider me another hand, k? i'm on it, see what i can find ... Posted by bounce at 01:39 PM | Comments (12) |
November 10, 2003dina.thenekodas.com |
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