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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.]
Jaune Arc ⚔ Eligor
...
That was a dumb question...sorry.
At least we don't have to worry about typing number distinctions any more...?
And...I'm apparently not the only one talking about killing someone or something and enjoying it...
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[Like, the second and third questions are the only ones that he can even remotely relate to, the others might as well have come from a body double. Which is probably just the growing confusion talking.]
so you're 1001 and i guess i was 01. i think this would be worse if i had any idea what it was talking about. people can enjoy killing things in video games.
[... he's mostly trying to reassure a member of his team. Reflexively. It's not something he really has to think about.]
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[It was a lame joke...but he was trying to do his best to stay light-hearted, to not give in to his freaking out, and to remain calm. It was proving VERY difficult.]
Yeah, I was using 1001 before. I wonder what 10's name has changed to...I haven't seen him pop in yet...
Maybe. But I don't recognize the term you used from any video game I've ever played.
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[Not the gardening club; but the 'hiding in a janitor's closet from bullies' club probably counts. The memory makes him smile a little, on his end. Of course, he doesn't know it's John on the other side. Coincidences, eh?]
hopefully he'll be okay. the app seems to be a bit more serious this time. [just a little, a tiny bit] my [INFORMATION LOCKED] has a lot of video games. i wouldn't be surprised if it came from there.
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I noticed that...it still seems to be blocking certain things at least, so not everything has changed.
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[Coincidental irony aside, it is kind of soothing to see his fellow Eligors when stuff like this strikes. The sea of responses in the chat is too chaotic, but being able to touch base with those he's spoken with before helps make sense of it. Eligors are just the easiest to identify.]
... yeah, it makes sense that it would block that. it's not too important, i guess. but it's strange that it also made us sign a fancier contract after last week.
[Is it the fanciness that's strange, or just the contract itself on top of the non-TOS? It's hard to say.]
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[He remembers writing his name, like in a dream, the letters wavering... There's somehow no sense of disconnect when others call him Lenka, like he's been responding to this name for years. Even if he's never heard it in his life before today. Something deeper than the truth, right?]
do you remember entering this name? i feel like the app... gave it to us. so that's not it.
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Not really...at first I thought I'd smudged my own name or something. and maybe it's a little different since it still kind of sounds like my name? I don't know what to make of it...
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[Then he got swept away in the vision, a world and time and self not his own, with people who weren't his any more than the name turned out to be. But he can't shake the memory of their smiles, their strength and the strange fear that it could be last time he sees them. The him in the dream. It's disorienting, and it takes a moment to send the rest of his message.]
it doesn't sound like my name at all.