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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.]
Sion Astal ☸ Focalor
I do not know if I can continue on with the belief that the application is not, at its core, malign.
no subject
This makes me sick.
Of course its malign! My darkest secret ain't shit like that. What are they trying to pull?
no subject
We have been made to be on edge, alert, and to question not only the application itself, but our surroundings as well...
In only a week's time, we have begun to look at everything differently; "through new eyes", as it were.
It is as though we are being prepared for something, though what that something is I cannot say.
no subject
Hah..I wonder if the other people who died had something like this happen.
Be pretty funny. If someone was toying with us. I'd knock fucking their teeth in.
He's not in the mood to analyze tonight, sorry.
1/2
But until that time should come to pass, keep your wits about you. Stay safe.
We are people, not things to be trifled with, and I will be no one's marionette.
2/2
Did you glimpse something, as well, before entering chat?
Another 'vision', as you called it?
cw: moooore mentions of csa and abuse (guts why is ur canon Like That)
Oh? You mean _beside_ this app accusin me of being _raped_ at nine.
Yes. Yes I did.
Its not some thing that makes much sense. The prospective and feel of the memory are blurry and unstable. The kid in it was young, to young to even understand why he was standing there. All he's left with are impressions, a battlefield, a spear, the smell of blood and a man he'd never seen before.
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More than the text, the visions seem real. They feel real in a way I cannot wholly explain.
The answers given our behalf... as you said, they are little more than accusations. Abhorrent accusations, but accusations nonetheless. You mustn't allow for them to infringe upon the life you lead now.
For now, this is the measure of control we do have.
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This is public and I know there are kids on here. I had a vision. That's all you need to know, right?
Not to mention how profoundly personal it felt. The sort of memory not shared with anyone.
Easy for you to say. Seeing anyone say stuff like that. Its a little difficult to keep my cool
no subject
You're really a kind person, aren't you?
Passionate, not only on behalf of yourself, but on behalf of others as well.
no subject
...I don't care about most shit. But there are lines you shouldn't cross.
no subject
Even the cruelest beings alive are capable of moments of kindness, and even kind people can commit horrific deeds.
Caring for others, in this way...
This is your kindness.
Never lose it, okay?
no subject
Well, technically-
I don't give a shit if things are black and white. Good and evil, that not what matters.
If your trying to cheer me up with some shitty jokes, thanks. But its just sort of pissing me off to get talked at like this.
no subject
But ah, find an outlet, if you must. An avenue to pursue, a dream to chase.
I hope...
That you feel better, when we speak next.
One day, I also hope to call you 'kind' to your face.
no subject
Fuck off.