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COUNTDOWN: FACES OF FUTURE & PAST 2.0
Some have tried to best the program, others have already tried to figure out more about it, but nothing has been working. Others might have warned the Unawakened, but ow they're finding out for themselves. Bringing the phone to a repair shop to get it looked at? No programs found. Even getting the phone completely wiped did nothing, as the icon just showed up a few minutes after they walked out of the store. Showing it to a family member? The minute you blinked or turned it around to show them, it simply wasn't there.
It's taunting you. Whoever programmed this is really good. Frighteningly so. Also possibly an asshole, from the way Luci has been taunting and abusing his posting privileges.
Saturday night rolls around and still nothing from the application. The news this Saturday is nothing special. The festival of the longest day went off without a hitch, although the population had trouble getting into nightly shelters due to too much partying. A higher amount of robberies during daylight hours than last year, but nothing to raise cause for alarm. The peace continues at night.
The warning bells of the nightly curfew ring across the city as a few people finish locking their doors for the night. Civilians are settling in for a late supper and preparing for work tomorrow.
Not you, however. The Unawakened have been victim to a damn headache building for the past hour and by now their ears are ringing. Food doesn't look appetizing and they feel an urge to go to bed early. Didn't the other people in the channel warn them it might happen?
Either way, a little shut-eye would be welcome at this point. You don't even think too hard about it, and the headache fades into blissful sleep.
2AM and you snap awake. The strange foreboding voice of...something echos in your head. It's the only thing you can hear now that your headache is gone andthe city is fast asleep. You're not sure why, but the voice makes you get up and grab your phone.
It's humming softly. The icon is glowing again. Before you do, you take a look around and suddenly notice...nothing's moving. Nothing but you. Almost as if time was frozen.
Is that even possible?
You can't back down now. Pressing the button reveals another terms of agreement, but it looks quite different. It's almost...gentle?
It may take a while or it may happen in an instant, but you eventually take your finger and trace your name over the signature area to continue. You've gotten this far in any case and this one isn't trying to kill you...at least you think it isn't. Yet as your hand moves to write your name, it gets replaced with other letters. Another name that tells you nothing. Somehow you feel like you should know it, but it's...it's...
It stays there for a few more seconds, leaving you with your thoughts before the contract disappears.
You're back into that chatroom again. Questions pop up in rapid succession before you're even permitted to type anything else. Once more, it seems that you find yourself typing things that aren't matching up with what you really want to say.
At least...you think...
What is your name?
Write it here.
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
Yes | No
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes | No
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes | No | Yes, but (insert your reason here)
Did you enjoy it?
Yes | No | It's complicated (but yes) | It's complicated (but no) | It's just complicated
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
Write it down here.
With questions like that and nothing around you moving, you feel like it's going to be a very, very, very long night.
[OOC: The network posts will now allow users to post their names, but they will show up as their CANON ones. The user's persona can be added at the end, or not show up at all. Additionally, the occupations will still be censored.
MEMORY REGAIN: Right before their answers are posted, they will also get a longer flash of someone calling them by this name. The memory HAS to be someone calling them by their name. It could be both a good or a bad memory, that is up to you.
FOR THE AWAKENED: Awakened will be able to answer the questions again if they want. They'll also find themselves in their fancy new outfits and will able to summon their weapons during this time. Sweet indeed. ]
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
KudoConan, laid resting in a hospital bed as Heiji stood a foot away from the end of the bed. The girls had just left the room, as Heiji intended, purposely getting white lilies that symbolized death in favor of recovery so that may correct his mistake. It was the only way to get time alone so that the two could discuss in private. Heiji's hands rested securely in his pockets as he towered over his recovering friend who conveyed his thoughts so openly."You fool, how can I say that to someone who cries and worries about other people's problems? I really want to quickly tell her everything and relieve her. Even so, I just don't have the confidence to watch Ran suffer as the time goes by.
So, Hattori, if you were me...what would you do?" ]
What is your name?
Heiji Hattori
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
No
Have you ever killed someone/something?
No
Did you enjoy it?
No
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! Two makes it more fun!
I keep my friend's true identity a secret from everyone we care about. We've been investigating to seek a cure to reverse the effects of the drug.
[ The way Conan spoke about Ran made it seem as though he held feelings for her, but that didn't make sense with his memories of Conan and Ran now. What was going on? His fingers were brought to his temple as he gently massaged his head. Were the memories the cause of his discomfort earlier? ]
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: This must be part of the countdown.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: What's the intent of the questions?
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: They're much more serious. [ Personal, even. ]
Alucard ⚔ Marchosias
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
[ It would make sense if it's in conjunction with these absurd memories he had no recollection of. ]
Alucard ⚔ Marchosias
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: Then the next occurrence will be similar in nature, too.
[ Harley wouldn't be surprised if it had an even more traumatizing shock value to it. ]
Alucard ⚔ Marchosias
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: Were yours this gradual as well?
Alucard ⚔ Marchosias
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: Why?
[ He needs a damn poster board to keep up with all of this. ]
Alucard ⚔ Marchosias
We have no idea if there will be more. The pattern seems to suggest that it will.
There is a reason for the period of adjustment. You need time to wrap your mind around an idea.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Alucard ⚔ Marchosias
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: Thanks? I guess.
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Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: Provocation.
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Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: If that implies they're intermingled.
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[With how this app is, he won't say much beyond vague positiveness.]
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: The first experience and the questions have little in common. This one has more of a theme.
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Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: There was a lack of consensus regarding its importance between the users. Some found it relevant while others did not. A couple of us believe it was left vague for interpretation.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: I suppose the second batch somewhat follows up on it, although it varies person to person.
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Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: The second experience both mention the same name, at the very least.
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