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COUNTDOWN: I SEE YOU
The warning bells of the Nightly Curfew ring across the city. There's a faint hum from the phone this time before the icon appears. This time it displays a time: 1:00AM
The rest of the night is normal. Perhaps you've cuddled up with family, or you've gone to bed early to wait, but sure enough, time tick by right until 1 in the morning when....
You're back into that application again. A single question before you're even permitted to type anything else. And while it seems to be overwritten by something inside of you, it feels a lot more natural than before. Which is, truthfully...troubling.
But then something happens...
WƎ☹C!ERROR!OMƎ ▒ O ▒ HƎ FIN⟡☹ QUIZ!!ERROR!!ERROR!
⟡nƧwƎ!ERROR!r from ▒ hƎ hƎ⟡r▒ , ▒ hƎ p⟡r▒ of you ▒ !ERROR!h⟡▒ h⟡Ƨ bƎƎn dƎniƎd for f⟡r ▒ oo ☹ong.
Is your ☹ife here ⟡ ☹ie?
YƎƧ | DƎfini▒ Ǝ☹y | ƧurƎ | I'vƎ hd my !ERROR! doub▒ Ƨ bƎforƎ, bu▒ yƎƧ | HƎ☹☹ YƎƧ | ▒ hƎrƎ iƧ no o▒ hƎr conc☹uƧion | I wiƧh I cou☹d dƎny i▒ nd ☹ivƎ hƎrƎ pƎcƎfu☹☹y !ERROR!bu▒ i▒ 'Ƨ ▒ ruƎ.
▒ h⟡nk you...!ERROR!▒ h⟡▒ wi☹☹ bƎ ⟡☹☹. ☹Ǝ▒ uƧ ƧƎƎ wh⟡▒ your hƎ⟡r▒ b☹oo!ERROR!mƧ in▒ o...
I SEE YOU.
⟡nƧwƎ!ERROR!r from ▒ hƎ hƎ⟡r▒ , ▒ hƎ p⟡r▒ of you ▒ !ERROR!h⟡▒ h⟡Ƨ bƎƎn dƎniƎd for f⟡r ▒ oo ☹ong.
Is your ☹ife here ⟡ ☹ie?
YƎƧ | DƎfini▒ Ǝ☹y | ƧurƎ | I'vƎ hd my !ERROR! doub▒ Ƨ bƎforƎ, bu▒ yƎƧ | HƎ☹☹ YƎƧ | ▒ hƎrƎ iƧ no o▒ hƎr conc☹uƧion | I wiƧh I cou☹d dƎny i▒ nd ☹ivƎ hƎrƎ pƎcƎfu☹☹y !ERROR!bu▒ i▒ 'Ƨ ▒ ruƎ.
▒ h⟡nk you...!ERROR!▒ h⟡▒ wi☹☹ bƎ ⟡☹☹. ☹Ǝ▒ uƧ ƧƎƎ wh⟡▒ your hƎ⟡r▒ b☹oo!ERROR!mƧ in▒ o...
I SEE YOU.
What had just happened? Before you can think about it for too much, and as your heart beats faster, the screen returns to normal, and another message flashes.
Well shit. Lets try this again. Answer from the heart, the part of you that has been denied for far too long. DO IT QUICKLY!
Is your life here a lie?
Yes.
Sorry lambs, this time we can't kid around...
Is your life here a lie?
Yes.
Sorry lambs, this time we can't kid around...
Once you are done, you are tossed once more into the main chatroom. Is fear rising? Is your heart beating faster? There's a lot more at stake now it seems. Fortunately, your user names are the names that you wrote down in the last survey, but with all those questions it's....hard not to think of them as your own. Maybe you'll be cursing at this device, but it looks like you're already deep down the rabbit hole by now.
And now...something's might be looking right back.
[OOC: This is one of the final network post before Awakening. ALL Users will now be able to speak of who they are in their AU life without the information being blocked by the application.
Additionally, while speaking, Applenet might spazz out, like above. If this happens, a random painful memory will hit both Awakened and Unawakened (please warn if the visions are graphic for other players). They might find themselves writing down things afterwards regarding the memory (for example, getting shot, they might write down the pain they are felling, etc) and regretting it. This can happen up to 5 times per user.]
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I was keeping up with things...
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[He pulls his hand away, the point made.]
I can understand looking for information. But I don't want you to sacrifice your health. ... Whatever happened really bothered you, didn't it?
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[There's a pause as he drifts off, gaze sort of wandering as he tries to find a way to explain it.]
....was another memory. But since we remember everything, we don't need those sort of things again... It's probably because of whatever has broken into the app. Luci usually has a point when he does that.
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[... Awkward silence. He turns back to his phone and scrolls through... huh. There's someone who's asking about what to do. He types back to her, and gets a response quickly.]
[He goes to type out more to her, and clutches his chest, gasping even as his thumb types something out that he didn't intend.]
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[Chikusa goes back to his as well, because that's fine. He's mostly focused on the screen of his own phone, and yet- the second Makoto gasps, his head snaps towards him, and he goes to reposition himself as he starts to look over the other to make sure that there's really nothing wrong with him.]
[...Even if he has a suspicion to what it is already.]
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... Not something I wanted to experience again...
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[A pause.]
...You have positive ones, right...
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Some. A lot of them involve takoyaki. ... But I was shoved into another world for ten years... where I had to give up my real body and watch my sister die...
[He hasn't had a lot of time to make good memories, in other words.]
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...If everyone who gets error messages like that is also getting only negative memories... Then it might have something to do with the compromised system.
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...We should probably go easy on using the app until it's fixed. Just in case.
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... I'm all right, though. Really. So don't worry about me.
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...Was I?
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[He was in pain, not blind, Chikusa.]
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[Excuse him, Makoto, he doesn't know how to deal with caring for anyone besides the two other shitshows he's spent his life with]
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[Feelings are hard, he knows.]
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[And with that, he just... gets up to his feet. And leaves the room.]
[Bye Makoto]
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[Nope he's getting up and following Chikusa.]
... I can leave. This is your room, after all.
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[He pauses as well, looking almost uneasy somehow despite his eyes staying as empty as usual while he glances back to Makoto.]
...People are supposed to gather here.
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Then you should greet them. It's your room, like I said.
... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.
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....That kind of thing... I don't know how to deal with it. Ciro did but...
[He's not Ciro.]
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[He's not sure if he wants to learn, but... He'll figure it out. Maybe. He thinks. For the time being, he curls his hand loosely against his stomach.]
...I'm going to make hot chocolate....
[Let him have this escape.]
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