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Entry tags:
- !event; countdown; day 14,
- !open post,
- alucard,
- chikusa kakimoto,
- elizabeth bathory,
- featherine augustus aurora,
- gladion,
- jaune arc,
- jirou sakuma,
- koujirou genda,
- lenka utsugi,
- louis,
- mako,
- makoto fukami,
- mitsuru kirijo,
- nakigitsune,
- nobunaga oda,
- okuyasu nijimura,
- pharos,
- raidou kuzunoha xiv,
- yuuri katsuki
COUNTDOWN: FUTURE & PAST
It's been a week since the first network post. Upon waking up early Saturday morning, you notice that the app is not responding. Is it finally over, as strangely as it began?
Which makes explaining what happened impossible. Others have already tried to figure out more about it, but nothing has been working. Bringing it 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. Showed 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.
Saturday night rolls and still nothing from the application. The news this Saturday is nothing special. There's been another fire at night that was put out by the firemen and an instance of someone being outside. According to both departments, neither of the incidents are connected. It's just a case of someone who wasn't back home in time and unfortunate damage to a building that occurred with some of the habitats still sleeping inside. It is a tragedy, but no city can survive without any loss of life. It's simply mathematically impossible. It's notable enough that it gets second page billing and a blurb in the morning news, but nothing too huge.
At least you had assumed.
The warning bells of the Nightly Curfew ring across the city as a few people finish locking their doors for the night. As the last bits of light fade from the city, the night lights take over. Civilians are settling in for a late supper and preparations for school or work tomorrow.
Not you, however. There's been a damn headache building for the past hour and by now your ears are ringing. Food doesn't look appetizing and you feel an urge to go to bed early. Maybe you caught the flu or maybe it's just pre-Monday blues a day early, which makes it all the more frustrating. The flower festival is tomorrow!
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, with your headache gone, and the quietness of the 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 near instantly, 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. Yet as your hand moves to write your name, it gets replaced into other letters. Another name that tells you nothing. Somehow you feel like you should, 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! It's like team bonding, we promise!
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: Starting from now on, the network posts will 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.]
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[No way. Not possible. The sheer impossibility helps drag him back to the present. Rommy's been by his side practically his entire life. Even if Lonán did lose it and try to go on some murderous rampage, Romulus would hold him down and put a stop to it.
Lonán would do the same for him.]
Right...of course. It's all just....hypnosis, or something.
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[ The details of the fake memory still hurt to dredge up, his jaw aching in sympathetic pain at the memory of being clocked, but it's not like it's real, and if it's helping Lonny-
Romulus would do a lot worse, if it would help his brother. ]
The vision or whatever was of the guy decking me. Some brother, right?
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[What is with the cruelty in these visions? Rommy's shared his, and Lonán's head has cleared significantly. If his brother is sharing....it's only right if he does, too. Uncomfortable as it is, mounting headache though he has.]
...The first one...I saw myself strangling someone. I was...happy, like I'd been waiting a long time to kill him and finally got the chance.
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It wasn't real, so it didn't matter.
Still, Rommy shifts, pulling one leg up in front of him to cross his arms on top of, prop his chin up on. ]
Sounds like the app screwed up, there. Unless that guy'd been bringing dandelions into the greenhouse, anyway.
[ His brother liked flowers and got top grades in class, he wasn't a murderer. ]
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Or worse, pokeweed. Even a little piece of any part of that will grow into a full plant and spread like crazy.
[The bane of landscapers.]
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It doesn't know shit about you, if it can't even tell that much.
[ He's watching his brother closely, and he sees the smile, hears the chuckle.
Good.
Ever since they'd started to grow, Rommy'd been aware that he was stronger, bigger than most people, and that his brother- wasn't. Older or no, Rommy was bigger, and stronger, and wouldn't let anyone or anything screw around with his brother.
Not even some dumb app and it's bullshit hallucinations. ]
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They take care of eachother. Always have, always will.]
You're right... Stupid of me, to let it get to me like that. Thank you, Rommy.
[There's still lingering pain and fear digging into his heart, but he's a lot calmer now. The leftovers can be pushed away with logic.]
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Just remember that you've only got one brother, and that there's no way I'd ever let you hurt anyone.
[ He'd knock Lonán to the ground and sit on him if he had to. There was no way his brother was a murderer ]
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[He wouldn't want another brother, anyway, he'd just be a disappointment next to Rommy, he's sure. Can't top the best, after all.]
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[ Rommy nods, picking his phone back up off his lap, brotherly duty fulfilled, at least for now. ]
Don't let this thing get to you, bro. It's not like it's showing the truth.