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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.]
Eikichi Mishina ⚔ Beleth
his eyes swept over this "contract" and the line beneath it. well, might as well sign it, he thought, not like i got anything better to do.
but what he wrote and what appeared... weren't the same. dark eyes narrowed on the screen, but before he could really question that name, something penetrated his mind like a dagger. a memory:
Goddamnit, Eikichi! Why do you gotta' dress that way all the time?!
he flinched, his hands starting to tremble as the strange memory played itself out. it sounded so familiar... was that his dad? no... no, his dad never talked like that.
When are you gonna help out around here, huh?! Take that makeup off! You look like a damn fool!
makeup?
Eikichi! EIKICHI! Are you listening to me?!
eikichi... who was...
...
the rest came out naturally, as if his fingers had a mind of their own: ]
What is your name?
Eikichi Mishina
Do you think the future is unavoidable?
No
Do you consider yourself a bad person?
Yes
Have you ever killed someone/something?
Yes
Did you enjoy it?
No
Now share one or two of your darkest secrets with the rest of the group! It's like team bonding, we promise!
I'll never stop being afraid of him... My dad. I'm never gonna be the kind of man he wants me to be. And... I'll never forgive myself for what happened to... her. We killed her, after all.
[ ... ]
Eikichi Mishina ⚔ Beleth: okay what the fuck is this
Eikichi Mishina ⚔ Beleth: this isn't funny
Yuuto Kidou ☸ Eligor
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just go along with it???
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that's not good enough!! we have to figure out somethin more concrete! there has to be a way!
Makoto Fukami ⚔ Marchosias
... But even if it were, there's no shame in not forgiving someone who did someone horrible.
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Lenka Utsugi ⚔ Eligor
[Something in him wonders about that last question, briefly -- he knows someone very well, after all, who's afraid of his father -- but it's easily dispelled by the rest of the answer. He needs to be careful about trying too hard to make sense of the questions.]
many of us have answers like this. i don't think all of it can be true.
[Unless that's the type of team they're building, the too-rational part of his brain whispers. But that, too, is easily ignored. It's not a useful thought right now.]
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i think i'd remember killing someone!! this shit is tryin to fuck with our heads
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[He doesn't particularly want to discuss his own questionnaire, but at the same time this guy seems to be freaking out, so maybe it'll help. His is fairly tame (if still nonsensical) compared to many others he's seen, anyway.]
and a lot of people's answers involved killing. we can't all be killers.
[When in doubt, soothing statistics?]
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yeah you're right
[ as much as he doesn't like relying on things like statistics, in this case, he'll accept it. ]
there's no way that all these people could be murderers right??
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[He pauses to think for a moment. Is he calm, because he hasn't been called a killer, specifically? It's funny: everything's felt a little numb and not quite real tonight. Or maybe that's the way nothing has moved since he woke up, including the numbers on his alarm clock and laptop. But if the rest of him isn't quite working, at least his head is.]
maybe, like last week, it wants to mess with us.
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whoever designed this shit should be knocked the fuck out
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[He may be a mundane gardener by day and a mundane student at home by night lately, but somewhere in between Haruka is still the boy who is perfectly willing to step in and knock the lights out on someone who's picking on people. And this is certainly picking on people, their weaknesses and their peace and also their Saturdays.
The point is, he's not a pacifist in this life, either. Not by far.]
if we could find them.
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hell yeah! there's gotta be a way to track them down, don't you think?!
i don't know shit about programming or whatever but maybe some nerd can like... reverse engineer or whatever the hell and get a location down
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It's pointless, he knows, but he lets himself imagine it for now.]
i don't know much about programming, either.
the people at the tech club i talked to couldn't see it. so it would have to be one of us.
[Somehow, he feels as though if they had someone with those qualifications, they would be somewhere on the trail already -- but he doesn't say that right now. Not the time.]
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are you shittin me
damnit! well, we gotta find one of these people that can mess with it, right?! someone's gotta be able to crack the code or whatever!
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would they target someone who could?
[It's a legitimate question, even if it sounds a little sarcastic; that's not how he means it. He's thinking aloud, or aloud textually, whatever.]
i think many of us are students.
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yknow you have a point
if they wanna fuck with a bunch of us, they'd probably wanna avoid messing with anyone who could track em, huh
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Mitsuru Kirijo ⚔ Naberius
[...
...One can almost hear the sound of someone rapidly driving her forehead into her palm, on the other side of the screen. Her priorities have been... off tonight, to put it plainly.]
Or... my apologies. That was abrupt, on my part. And I'm uncertain if that's the name you wish to be referred by.
[Particularly considering what he wrote about his father and... best to tread as carefully as she can, after what she typed.]
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i didn't see no "do not cuss" clause in any of this crap, either
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Again, I can only guess at the priorities of whoever wrote this. But I'd sooner be trying to guess, instead of typing coarse language; my apologies for the bluntness, but that's where my own goals are, at the moment.
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but you're the one that brought it up!!