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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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[He's relatively gentle with others (in this life or the last), but also doesn't flinch from telling the things that need to be told. Pragmatism is something refined through life experience, rather than created. In other words, he's pretty okay with having to type less to ping her, if it ever comes to that.]
okay. then i'll call you rhine. though, i don't think the names are the problem.
[They didn't have these names when it came to last week's questionnaire, after all, though they did have the demon ones. It feels a little like they're hamsters, scrabbling in a wheel of constantly shifting questions.]
no subject
[ Ahaha, that's not why she wants to avoid the name. But it doesn't matter, he gets the point. Rhine works, even if no one will get it. ]
I agree. To be honest, I'm more concerned over how it's slowly taking away the anonymity. If it continues at this rate, we may need to figure out some kind of precaution.
no subject
[This is a bit of a mystery to him. To show them how good the programmer is at forgery? To freak them out more than they already are? He's someone who tends to think in straight lines, especially when it comes to people, so perhaps not the best detective of them all.]
you mean, they're trying to make us suspicious of each other, and then... [it's pretty obvious how that could end; on the other hand] no one would believe these, though. no matter how good the forgery is.
no subject
That means it's the inverse. The app is using the forgeries to bring us together.
no subject
[Are they saying that's legit? Did he jump too far towards not trusting people again? On the other hand, he's not sure this is about trust... At least, not trust of his fellow chat members.]
it's inversed, to bring us together by confusing us?
[And frightening them. The thing is, it's working, but he kind of balks at acknowledging something like that.]
no subject
What about you? Don't just follow my answers. What do you think a person would gain from inflicting this Everything upon us?
no subject
[Looking at motives is one way to go about it, but it's hard to tell when she's thought experimenting at him and when she's presenting serious possibilities. Perhaps both? Pop quizzes are not his favorite experience (but are they anybody's, save for present company).
He does take a moment to think it over, though, turning over what he's gathered so far and all the wild hypotheses he's seen and made. Where are they going with this?]
i [don't know, but he has a feeling she doesn't settle for that kind of answer] guess, to make us second-guess things?
[He's really not the greatest with words....]