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standalonehuman) wrote2030-01-27 12:00 pm
standalonehuman) wrote2030-01-27 12:00 pm
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Togusa
This is Togusa. Feel free to message me at any time.
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What the hell do you mean THE MAYOR?
Edited 2018-07-02 20:13 (UTC)
I mean what I said. If there's anyone outside of us 200-or-so on the Network that knows about Retrospec, he's the last person that signs point to. We could keep trying what I did, and go for the other city council members, but if there's any hope of someone noticing what the hell is going on? It's him.
[It's probably not hard to tell who this memory of someone cutting their finger on some tinfoil badly enough to bleed ink, cursing, and then drinking some ink they had in their pocket to heal it belongs to. Even if he couldn't recognize Shuji from a first-person view, Shuji swearing in his own voice is pretty distinct.
On the other hand, Shuji has no idea where this talk about the ghost in the shell and cyberization came from?? He doesn't know to look for Togusa, even if he does want to talk about it with somebody.]
On the other hand, Shuji has no idea where this talk about the ghost in the shell and cyberization came from?? He doesn't know to look for Togusa, even if he does want to talk about it with somebody.]
[For a second, when the memory starts, Togusa already has his phone out and is ready to call Koutarou. He's seen memories of another person before.
But the voice is wrong. He knows Koutarou's voice as well as his own, and this is not it. It actually takes him time, part of a day, to track down who it is. He has to go back and compare to some of his old memory files, before he matches the voice. Tsushima?
It's evening-time before he figures out what to even say to the man. It helps that this has happened before.]
Tsushima. It's Togusa. Have you been seeing any strange memories today? Something that might not belong to you?
But the voice is wrong. He knows Koutarou's voice as well as his own, and this is not it. It actually takes him time, part of a day, to track down who it is. He has to go back and compare to some of his old memory files, before he matches the voice. Tsushima?
It's evening-time before he figures out what to even say to the man. It helps that this has happened before.]
Tsushima. It's Togusa. Have you been seeing any strange memories today? Something that might not belong to you?
[ Early on the morning of August 27, the user Alpha#03012216 rolls into Togusa's inbox with the following message: ]
I found the person who managed the Towers. They are aware of Zee as a person, but not really who is he or what he does. They believe him to be involved in something like real estate. Pays his bills on time. Isn't seen very much, even prior to this little incident.
So it's a dead end. I couldn't get into his office.
I found the person who managed the Towers. They are aware of Zee as a person, but not really who is he or what he does. They believe him to be involved in something like real estate. Pays his bills on time. Isn't seen very much, even prior to this little incident.
So it's a dead end. I couldn't get into his office.
Thank you for checking. Disappointing, though. Maybe he is somewhere outside of the city.
I'd tried to stake out the building, after he first joined us, and I can't catch him going in or out.
I'd tried to stake out the building, after he first joined us, and I can't catch him going in or out.
[Congrats Togusa, your phone practically blows up with how many texts you get]
1st of all I need you to act like it’s 1999 and stop putting identifying information on the fucking internet. I know it’s patronizing but I don’t care, interacting like this isn’t your strong suit so please just trust me on this. [1/?]
2nd I know I’m probably going to piss you off with this, but we need to go in on this together. I can get where you can’t and throwing me to your bosses can buy you more time on the investigation.
3rd and I feel like a dick for this being so low on the list but are you okay.
1st of all I need you to act like it’s 1999 and stop putting identifying information on the fucking internet. I know it’s patronizing but I don’t care, interacting like this isn’t your strong suit so please just trust me on this. [1/?]
2nd I know I’m probably going to piss you off with this, but we need to go in on this together. I can get where you can’t and throwing me to your bosses can buy you more time on the investigation.
3rd and I feel like a dick for this being so low on the list but are you okay.
[Feeling...kinda called out here???]
Oh, it was you. Okay. Let me be really clear on this. If YOU want to help with a murder investigation, the answer is of course, let me get you what you need.
If a bunch of teenagers who suddenly have super strength thanks to Retrospec think they want to go play vigilante, I'll do anything I can to stop that.
Where do we start?
Oh, it was you. Okay. Let me be really clear on this. If YOU want to help with a murder investigation, the answer is of course, let me get you what you need.
If a bunch of teenagers who suddenly have super strength thanks to Retrospec think they want to go play vigilante, I'll do anything I can to stop that.
Where do we start?
[ Once he gets a phone during this glitch mess, he decides to text someone he knows to be in investigation or in the police force... Or at least whoever is left. ]
Hello,
I'm interested in the details of Zee's death from last month. While I'm under the impression that what conflicting memories we had for the past couple of months is false, I can't quite shake it off.
If there's anything you can provide about the case and previous mysterious deaths of Hartgrove's criminal group, I would be indebted to you. Thank you for your time.
Hello,
I'm interested in the details of Zee's death from last month. While I'm under the impression that what conflicting memories we had for the past couple of months is false, I can't quite shake it off.
If there's anything you can provide about the case and previous mysterious deaths of Hartgrove's criminal group, I would be indebted to you. Thank you for your time.
[The ID number isn't familiar. And this is what Togusa gets for freely proclaiming who he is on the network. Too late to hide who he is now.]
Hello. You did reach Detective Togusa, if you were worried. To be frank, my response somewhat depends on who I'm talking to. While I want this killer caught, I have other concerns, especially with the people on this app.
If I gave you this information, what would you do with it?
Hello. You did reach Detective Togusa, if you were worried. To be frank, my response somewhat depends on who I'm talking to. While I want this killer caught, I have other concerns, especially with the people on this app.
If I gave you this information, what would you do with it?
Any chance the report on Mr. Carlisle came back from the coroner's office?
Togusa's voice is strained when he picks up.
"It did. Straight from Dr. Izunia herself. Hell." A sound of him running a hand over his face, steeling himself.
A ding on Matt's phone, Togusa sends along the full file, but he can sum it up, also. "Zee wasn't just found at the Wiffle Waffle. Somebody impaled him on the building itself. Cause of death was that impalement."
"Somebody was sending a message. A really overblown message, but a message."
"It did. Straight from Dr. Izunia herself. Hell." A sound of him running a hand over his face, steeling himself.
A ding on Matt's phone, Togusa sends along the full file, but he can sum it up, also. "Zee wasn't just found at the Wiffle Waffle. Somebody impaled him on the building itself. Cause of death was that impalement."
"Somebody was sending a message. A really overblown message, but a message."
11/29, blanket warning for child death talk for this thread
spirithacker
2018-11-29 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
hi its shinji
i got a memory i need to talk to a grownup about
but i dont want people i know rly well to freak out
+ cant tell my fam anyway
is it ok if i talk about it
i got a memory i need to talk to a grownup about
but i dont want people i know rly well to freak out
+ cant tell my fam anyway
is it ok if i talk about it
Re: 11/29, blanket warning for child death talk for this thread
standalonehuman
2018-11-29 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
Shinji. Of course. I'm here.
Are you all right?
Would you rather keep this over text, is it easier to talk that way?
[If he needs the extra layer of distance to get the words out, it's something that's worked for other people Togusa has helped before.]
Are you all right?
Would you rather keep this over text, is it easier to talk that way?
[If he needs the extra layer of distance to get the words out, it's something that's worked for other people Togusa has helped before.]
HITORI. THERE IS SOMEONE ON THE RETROSPEC POST CLAIMING TO BE JAMES BARNES.
Oh.
Oops.
James is alive again.
I thought you knew.
Oops.
James is alive again.
I thought you knew.
omg he witnessed a murder as a child. things are starting to make sense.
[Thankfully, Tatsuo has done this enough times and also for once it's not at 3 in the morning, so Togusa knows this has to do with a memory.]
Fuck. Wait, how does that make anything make sense?
Fuck. Wait, how does that make anything make sense?
Nanahara? Wasn't he the guy that used to be on the app?
No. Why?
No. Why?
hey
can that cyberbrain of yours track IP locations
can that cyberbrain of yours track IP locations
Not automatically. I’d still need to ping their connection to figure out their ip.
Why?
Why?
[Sometime in the mid-morning]
This is awful and I hate it.
This is awful and I hate it.
“Wait.”
“Oh, are we live? We’re live! This is the telepathy all over again.”
“Oh, are we live? We’re live! This is the telepathy all over again.”
Edited 2019-02-04 21:02 (UTC)
It's late by the time she manages to get to Togusa's office, her moodiness fully set in by the time she knocks on the door. While it's not anyone's fault besides Retrospec, she's come to hate these moments that keep happening. Something changes and the world feels like it's going to end and she and Hitori end up clinging to each other for dear life. They don't talk about how the hold is strangling in it's intensity.
Every day that passes, he's less of a person and more like a wound. It reminds her of her mother; the way thoughts immediately transform into pain and it makes her want to fight someone - anyone - to get her mind and her heart back.
Still she's here because he asked. Because he would do the same.
I'm here. She directs thought at him out of habit and winces. Because she knows that it's not HER habit. Fuck this reincarnation bullshit.
Every day that passes, he's less of a person and more like a wound. It reminds her of her mother; the way thoughts immediately transform into pain and it makes her want to fight someone - anyone - to get her mind and her heart back.
Still she's here because he asked. Because he would do the same.
I'm here. She directs thought at him out of habit and winces. Because she knows that it's not HER habit. Fuck this reincarnation bullshit.
Why has he decided to do this here? It was easier, so much easier, to bring Mariko to where all the data is. To the little nest he's built up around his obsession. Around Retrospec. Around the other Togusa's memories. Around Mariko.
When he opens the door, he is ready for the sight in front of him this time. He can look her in the eyes, the, to his view, unblinking eyes and painted smile. He's had enough time to adjust, and he knows that it's her underneath the mask Retrospec has put there.
"Come on in." His habit, and his, speaking aloud.
The black folders are everywhere, stacked in piles on his desk, notes on nearly everything the city has gone through over the last two years are printed or scribbled across kilograms of paper. Front and center, lying open in the middle of the desk, is that damned book again. Catcher. She might not even have to look to know what page it's open to.
But Togusa makes a move for none of it, even shoves some of it back from the edge of his desk, and takes one of the two seats in front of the desk, rather than sitting behind it.
A bottle. Two glasses.
It's sake, not whiskey. But it's her game, she should know the rules. An offering, almost ritualistic, of questions, and truth. If she is willing to even hear it.
When he opens the door, he is ready for the sight in front of him this time. He can look her in the eyes, the, to his view, unblinking eyes and painted smile. He's had enough time to adjust, and he knows that it's her underneath the mask Retrospec has put there.
"Come on in." His habit, and his, speaking aloud.
The black folders are everywhere, stacked in piles on his desk, notes on nearly everything the city has gone through over the last two years are printed or scribbled across kilograms of paper. Front and center, lying open in the middle of the desk, is that damned book again. Catcher. She might not even have to look to know what page it's open to.
But Togusa makes a move for none of it, even shoves some of it back from the edge of his desk, and takes one of the two seats in front of the desk, rather than sitting behind it.
A bottle. Two glasses.
It's sake, not whiskey. But it's her game, she should know the rules. An offering, almost ritualistic, of questions, and truth. If she is willing to even hear it.
Got this from the mailbox today.
That's his foster mother.
From the group home?
But, that uniform...
[Leave it to Hitori Togusa to express worlds of I AM SO UNSURE ABOUT THIS with three dots.]
But, that uniform...
[Leave it to Hitori Togusa to express worlds of I AM SO UNSURE ABOUT THIS with three dots.]
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