applenet | COUNTDOWN: FACES OF FUTURE & PAST 2.0

It's been 7 days since the first network post, and predictably for those who where here the first time, a second one makes it's appearance a week afterwards.

Some have tried to best the program, others have already tried to figure out more about it, but nothing has been working. Others might have warned the Unawakened, but ow they're finding out for themselves. Bringing the phone 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. Showing 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. Also possibly an asshole, from the way Luci has been taunting and abusing his posting privileges.

Saturday night rolls around and still nothing from the application. The news this Saturday is nothing special. The festival of the longest day went off without a hitch, although the population had trouble getting into nightly shelters due to too much partying. A higher amount of robberies during daylight hours than last year, but nothing to raise cause for alarm. The peace continues at night.

The warning bells of the nightly curfew ring across the city as a few people finish locking their doors for the night. Civilians are settling in for a late supper and preparing for work tomorrow.

Not you, however. The Unawakened have been victim to a damn headache building for the past hour and by now their ears are ringing. Food doesn't look appetizing and they feel an urge to go to bed early. Didn't the other people in the channel warn them it might happen?

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.

...I am thou...thou art I...your chains will soon break away....
2AM and you snap awake. The strange foreboding voice of...something echos in your head. It's the only thing you can hear now that your headache is gone andthe 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 it may happen in an instant, 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 it isn't. Yet as your hand moves to write your name, it gets replaced with other letters. Another name that tells you nothing. Somehow you feel like you should know it, 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! Two makes it more fun!
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: The network posts will now 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.

FOR THE AWAKENED: Awakened will be able to answer the questions again if they want. They'll also find themselves in their fancy new outfits and will able to summon their weapons during this time. Sweet indeed. ]

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It was triggered by the app, right?

[He hesitates, he knows if he says much more said app will start blocking him.]

Don't apologize...it's not like it's your choice at the moment. It'll be hard...but soon this stuff will make at least a little more sense.

Plus you're not alone.

You might not feel so left out later, let's just put it that way.

[ Bullshit. ]

They don't feel false.

[ The sounds. Smell. It had been too real. Almost as if he'd been there. How could a phone app do that? It didn't make any sense. ]

[Well yeah, which means that part was OBVIOUS to him. But he thinks he gets it now.
This is what happens when you leave speaking in code to the shounen protagonists]

Oh! That. Yeah...no sign of that.

It gets weirder, yeah, and it can be harder too depending on [INFORMATION LOCKED]. But, there's a countdown for a reason...it's a nerve wracking build up.

[There's a notable pause in replies.]

I'm not sure what I'll be able to get past the censors since I tried this before, but I'll try. However, it will have to be vague by that nature.

Is that enough?

What did you experience then?

Let me guess, I don't even get a vague hint of what's to come?

Is it worse than the headaches?

[ He runs a hand down his face. Whatever this was, it was screwed up. ]

Death.

Edited 2017-06-27 05:16 (UTC)

[It's not like these answers affect him in any way, and perhaps it's the linger headaches that make him less argumentative than normal.]

You may have a point. Specialties might exist.

Though if this is supposed to be tied to me, animals wouldn't have been my thirst thought.

[Oh, interesting. Faustino might be sitting up straight now, attention fully caught.]

I'll let you know when I see the fruits of your labor.

I understand.

[That too seems familiar, after all.... Chikusa takes a breath on the other end of the line and gets to typing.]

When the countdown ended for us, we didn't [INFORMATION BLOCKED]. We [INFORMATION BLOCKED],
new clothes include. Wool this happened, something [INFORMATION BLOCKED]
did as wool. No one got herd. If it goes the same for ewe, then it should be fine.

[And then, a split second later- ]

This is sheep tactics, Luci, I wasn't trying to ram anything through.

The puns are starting to piss me off as well.

[While he stews over this, however, Mukuro will suddenly find himself with yet another memory- and this one a bad one.]

Edited 2017-06-27 05:44 (UTC)

no? something a little more complicated in mind?

01: ours, maybe.

[He sees the intent of the questions, just as he sees the intent of those from last week and those to come. Team-building, stretching exercises, whatever you want to call them... There's nothing innocuous about them. But he doesn't know what else to do yet.]

01: and the velvet room's.
01: they say they're allies, but i don't know yet.

[Sky is the easiest reading, but one of the readings is also empty, like the Shadow that walked in his footsteps. It's easier to ignore the thought now that Utsugi fits like a skin he didn't realize was there, under his second skin.]

01: it's okay.
01: they're important to me.

[Both of them are, even if he still can't quite reconcile himself with answering to everything Haruka represents, and Lenka is something he still can't entirely put into words. Like doesn't quite cover it, but he'll go with it.

At the end of the day, he can't bring himself to let go of either one. It's possibly a failing of his.]

the way things are now...i wouldn't trust them. there's something wrong here.

[was that her fear talking, or that deep hollow in her chest that kept rearing its ugly head throughout this whole experience? Emily doesn't know, and frankly she doesn't care.]

So in other words, the app just wants to call me by that name?

I feel that it might start thinking of my as that Sycamore person.

Provocation to do what?

you never know

if it's a prank
it's a very complicated one

People who can actually think.

What did you see?

Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: They can be asked without the need to divulge details.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: A simple: "Were your experiences related? Yes or no." Should do.

Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: I hate waiting.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: What was your experience like?

[ Harley had no real reason to be secretive of his since he wasn't even sure what they were about.

There was a pause before he started typing. ]

Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: In my first one, I was holding onto a branch of a cliff-side tree. In my other hand, I was holding a girl.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: She was afraid, and scared, and I was refusing to let her go.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: In this recent one. This kid.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: I guess we're close friends?
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: He was confessing his worries to me while we were in the hospital room during his recovery. He asked me what I would if I were in his shoes.
Heiji Hattori ☸ Vassago: I'm not sure what any of it means.

Good point.

Also, we might also ask them if they also might hear someone calling out our new usernames in their memories as well.

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