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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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It was at about this time that he hears a shout. John jolts up, eyes wide.]
Harper?
[No way. No way was his sister involved in this. He'd heard something right? But he thinks about two of his friends and how they are involved. Mako had even hinted that maybe his sibling was too. John cursed under his breath and scrambled to his feet. He had to see for himself. A few seconds later and Harper will hear a knock at her door.]
Harper? Hey...are you awake?
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EVERYTHING'S FINE.
[Nailed it.]
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But he thinks about the network and his friends who he either has confirmed or at least suspects are also on there. He worries. And since when has a brother ever respected a sister's boundaries--especially when it was hampered by worry. John knocks again.]
Come on Harper. That was way too much scrambling for everything to be fine.
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[She's really bad at lying.]
Just...
[Really, really bad.]
There was a spider.
[It doesn't even sound convincing to her.]
making an assumption...if this doesn't work for you let me know
Uhm...didn't you chase a spider out of the restaurant just the other day. I didn't think something like that would make you...freak out.
[He puts a hand on the door--he wants to ask her, he wants to share so badly. But he's the older brother. If she isn't involved...well he needs to protect her from this mess.]
But...if you're okay...then I guess that's all that matters.
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[She pauses. Wait a second...]
Did I wake you up or something? It's really late.
[Meaning she shouldn't be awake either, but she's already made her excuse.]
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[He looks over his shoulder. Still surprised their mom hasn't come out to scold them yet. Surely they've made enough of a racket by now...but, no, still silent. He shudders, turning back to the closed door. Why is he still talking to a closed door?]
I...guess I can go back to bed if everything is all right...
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Something else? You're going to get in trouble if you're playing games or something this late.
[She's a bit too old to be tattling on him, but that doesn't mean she won't if there's a good reason for her to.]
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It--it wasn't a game. Not exactly anyway, it's more serious than that...
[He glanced away, thinking of conversations he'd had or tried to have about the app and how those had turned out.]