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Network Prompts
ONE: @XX_BLAZEIT69 You’ve just downloaded a brand new application that you found in a building to your tablet. It turns out it’s some sort of username assignment program. Using it allows you to select current active usernames and rename them into new ones that only you can change. But with great power comes great responsibility—will you use this new program to give people usernames they’d like in place of an unfortunate one they gave themselves before they realized it couldn’t be changed…or will you give them something you think is more fitting for them, flattering or otherwise?
TWO: CONTENT WARNING It’s around the time that new arrivals should be appearing on the network, but you’re noticing a bit of a bigger influx than normal. When you click on one of the posts by one of them, you’re redirected to a flood of disturbing text and images that disappears completely once you manage to exit out—as if it had never been there in the first place. Maybe you should warn the others to be careful of what they click on. Or maybe you can discuss it with those who have already made the same mistake as you did. Perhaps you can set up a code system to differentiate the fake posts from the real ones.
Action Prompts
THREE: WALKING IN CIRCLES You’ve been walking all day, tirelessly, but somehow, even though you’re sure you’ve been walking in a straight line you keep passing the same landmarks and coming back to the same house you started from. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination or if you’re actually getting turned around, but you’re determined not to stop until you’ve found a new place to sleep in. Unfortunately, the longer you try, the closer you get to lockdown. Maybe the one you’re traveling with will be able to help you get your bearings before you both freeze to death?
FOUR: TOPSY TURVY It's past lockdown, and it should be a quiet and peaceful night - as quiet and peaceful as any night can get in Norfinbury, anyway. And you've even managed to find somebody to bunker down with! But about an hour or so into the lockdown, things start to seem just a little... off. Furniture you could swear was on one side of the room suddenly appears on the other. You might hear footsteps from up above you - even if there's no second floor. Or you might hear whispers, snatches of conversation just quiet enough to be unintelligible. Is your buddy messing with you? Or is this all just in your head?
Oh yeah, absolutely. [The notebook he jacked from one house folds down, then he eases it into his back pocket.] I could've sworn I've seen that snow dune once already. Maybe this time we should pee on it just to be positive.
The last time I was in this much snow, ugly Abdominal Yetis were trying to eat me.
And, well--not really. [Such Disappointment.] They were Shambhala guardians dressed in a yeti outfit.
But they were still pretty scary. Especially when they were throwing bombs. [NO, YOU PEE ON IT FIRST. He'll pee on the next one after he figures out if penisbite is a thing.] So...
What are the odds of us taking another walk and ending up right back here again? Are the Gods That Be trying to tell us that we should definitely go inside the creepy house and spend the night? Because I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly cut out for Ghosthunters.
Hey, don't give the ghosts any ideas. We're not hunting them, we're just friendly bystanders.
[ He sighs heavily. ] So our options are A, keep walking and probably end up right back where we started, this time with less time until we meet our frosty doom, or B, we go in the creepy ghost house. After you implied that we were gonna hurt the ghosts, where the ghosts could hear.
I like exactly neither of those options. And my feet are freezing.
I could really go for a popsicle. [ So wistful, as he's going up the stairs into the house. It's fine, he'll go first. He'd actually rather set off any traps that are going to be set off than have it be Nate... ]
Can ghosts even be murdered? [ A beat. ] You ask them. You brought it up.
Uh, no thanks. [As he is following Clint inside. He'd actually rather have Clint set off any traps than have it be him.] I'll pass. Not so good with ghosts. Bad ghost juju.
[A piece of the doorframe swings down and smacks him on the side of the head before breaking off and clattering to the floor.] Whoa!
[The startled call echoes through the house, and he freezes, shoulders hunched, arms up, as it groans back at him in reply.] Uh--whoops.
See?! You done pissed off the ghosts, Nathan. Clint doesn't hear the doorframe piece because... well, you know. But he does sense the movement and see it out of the corner of his eye, which means he jumps and turns, grabbing for his makeshift bat... thing. Whack 'em up weapon.
He misses his arrows. ] ... See, you made them mad.
Easy!! It's just a-- [Well, WOOD. A PIECE OF WOOD. No need to go all fucking Batman on his ass!
Nate hurries his skinny white ass out from inside the doorframe so an anvil doesn't mysteriously fall on his head, flattening him like a pancake. He turns around to inspect the door from a distance. Just seems... old.] Well, doesn't seem like any paranormal afflictions here! [Thank God, right!!]
Just a terrible episode of This Old House. [He turns back around to Clint. It's so weird to see modern architecture like this.] Man, it looks like Chernobyl. Are you sure we're not in Russia?
If a giant, radioactive rat runs out across my feet... to hell with this house.
Clint wrinkles his nose, and puts the plank of wood back where he was hanging it from his belt. There are totally ghosts in this house, bro. That was them hitting you upside the head for being a ghosthunter. ]
No, I'm not sure we're not in Russia. There was a Russian robot on the network and there's snow like, everywhere. Sounds pretty close. [ He glances back at Nathan. ] Sorry, what? Radioactive bat?
--Nevermind! [Yelled on purpose as if Clint can't hear him. The raised voice makes fine grains of plaster sprinkle down from the ceiling, and something upstairs groans; a weight pressed on the floorboards of a house.
Nate exchanges a glance with Clint. Makes a 'heh...' sort of weak, humorless smile.] Do you think their toilet at least flushes?
Clint kind of just gives Nathan a squinty-eyed look. Oh, right. Did he forget to tell Nathan... probably. ] Don't talk when I'm not looking at your face. I can't uh... hear you without it, in a manner of speaking?
[ As for the last bit, Clint just stares up at the ceiling with a bit of a betrayed look. How dare you sprinkle plaster on him, ghosts. Mutters: ] Aww, ceiling, no. [ Before sighing heavily. ] You could always pee in the snow outside. Wasn't that your idea?
[LOOK, Clint has done just fucking fine this entire way by reading his lips! Nathan forgets, all right! He's use to calling things out and talking, and he's use to people BEING ABLE TO HEAR HIM.] Hey, you're the one that said no to peeing.
So we're not peeing outside. [They're arguing over pissing.] Unflushable toilet will just have to--
[The creaking upstairs makes him pause and glance upward. Then he looks at Clint. Then he points with a finger above them. Someone--? he mouths as a question, flicking the pointed finger again as if to say, I think?]
[ Clint glances at Nathan when his posture changes, eyes on his lips, and then on the ceiling. Great. Something or someone upstairs. Clint isn't the most paranoid dude, so he's not exactly worried someone's going to hurt him, but hey. Cautious goes a long way here, he supposes. ]
[A whoosh of exasperated sigh comes out of Nate, one Clint undoubtedly can't hear, but can see. Shaking his head, he flops his hands against his waist, giving up, heading for the stairs.] You. [He stops long enough to point at Clint.
Then he points at the ground.] Stay. Stay. Good boy. I'm going to go check upstairs to see if there's anything, or anyone.
Please bury me with someone nice if I don't make it.
Someone nice? [ Clint actually kind of grins at that. ]
Okay, but seriously? Don't die or I'm gonna feel really terrible about it. [ Maybe Clint should go upstairs... but his hearing aide is on the fritz and he can't exactly investigate weird sounds, so he guesses he has to rely on Nathan, here. Dude has been pretty competent so far, at least. ]
[It's actually a great thing that Clint doesn't go upstairs with Nate. It's just be double the disaster.
There's no monster or fellow survivors on the second floor, just the icy wind whistling through the cracks and a peculiar tap, tap. It makes the hair on the back of Nate's neck stand up. Makes him stop and wonder if the creak was his feet or someone following him.
Then he watches the door to one of the bedrooms open (horrifically) before shutting once again slightly. Tap, tap.
He exhales roughly in a kind of nervous laugh. Jesus Christ, he thinks, heading toward it. He can get lost in snowy mountains, nearly succumb to death in a desert, escape God knows what all kinds of prisons, but he can't even--
The only warning is the high screech of splintering wood. The floor caves in right under his feet] Whoa, shit! [As he promptly he comes down through the upper story onto Clint.]
[ Clint waits almost impatiently, fidgeting where he stands. He really shouldn't have let Nate go up there alone. He should've followed. If Nate gets stabbed by something and Clint goes up and finds his dead body on the second floor he's never going to forgive himself. What if an anomaly is up there? What if --
Clint's already on his way to the stairs when of course, the floor caves in.
Nathan falls directly onto Clint. Knocks him clean to the ground. Clint breaks his fall, at least, so there's that - but now Nathan's got a pancake of an Avenger flat out on the floor, groaning loudly. Yes, because his bruises needed bruises. Thanks, Nathan. ]
Um--surprise?! [He elbows a piece of wood off himself, then groans, then coughs.] I just couldn't be away from you any longer, Clint. I--fell for you--hard.
[He manages to get the rest of the debris off the two of them, able to climb to his feet. He fits his feet into some safe spots of clearing and offers a hand or two.
Welp. They are both covered in dust and wood.]
I found out this house is old and falling apart! Amazing.
[ He only catches the end of that, the fell for you part, and Clint almost knocks Nathan back over for that terrible excuse for a joke. Clint just lays there for a long moment in the rubble, staring at the ceiling almost like he's wondering what he did to deserve this.
At least Nathan offers to help him up, like a real gentleman. Clint gives him the flattest look imaginable as he pulls himself up. ]
Amazing. [ Clint repeats. ] You know, uh - flowers are generally the best bet for me. Chocolate, maybe, not trying to break my face. I'm pretty sure you kicked me in the nose on your way down. How did you even manage that?
[ A beat, and then Clint just casually reaches his foot over to hook around Nathan's ankle and yank back. Oops. ]
Hey, how was I supposed to know the rickety, dilapidated house was going to reject my little bit of weight? [He brushes the dust and wood chips off his front, then half reaches out like he's going to inspect Clint for any major injuries.
Only for Clint to treat him so WRONGLY. What did he do to deserve this disrespect?] I thought someone was up there, but the door was just-- What the--! [The best Nathan knows how to do is duke it out with some punches. He's not the best fighter.
Landing on his back in the debris is what happens, but he's been through enough near-death experiences to automatically try to throw himself to one side in a roll, just in case Clint gets the idea to stomp his head or his chest.
He grabs a piece of wood and brandishes it like a sword.]
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three....feet before they're dead
The last time I was in this much snow, ugly Abdominal Yetis were trying to eat me.
this'll go SO well
Also don't mind Clint just staring at you while you talk, Nate. ] Wait, really?
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And, well--not really. [Such Disappointment.] They were Shambhala guardians dressed in a yeti outfit.
But they were still pretty scary. Especially when they were throwing bombs. [NO, YOU PEE ON IT FIRST. He'll pee on the next one after he figures out if penisbite is a thing.] So...
What are the odds of us taking another walk and ending up right back here again? Are the Gods That Be trying to tell us that we should definitely go inside the creepy house and spend the night? Because I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly cut out for Ghosthunters.
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[ He sighs heavily. ] So our options are A, keep walking and probably end up right back where we started, this time with less time until we meet our frosty doom, or B, we go in the creepy ghost house. After you implied that we were gonna hurt the ghosts, where the ghosts could hear.
I like exactly neither of those options. And my feet are freezing.
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Okay, so. Creepy house then. Or we could just become popsicles for a nice monster treat.
Ladies first?
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Can ghosts even be murdered? [ A beat. ] You ask them. You brought it up.
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[A piece of the doorframe swings down and smacks him on the side of the head before breaking off and clattering to the floor.] Whoa!
[The startled call echoes through the house, and he freezes, shoulders hunched, arms up, as it groans back at him in reply.] Uh--whoops.
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See?! You done pissed off the ghosts, Nathan. Clint doesn't hear the doorframe piece because... well, you know. But he does sense the movement and see it out of the corner of his eye, which means he jumps and turns, grabbing for his makeshift bat... thing. Whack 'em up weapon.
He misses his arrows. ] ... See, you made them mad.
[ Now they're gonna be fucked up by ghosts. ]
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Nate hurries his skinny white ass out from inside the doorframe so an anvil doesn't mysteriously fall on his head, flattening him like a pancake. He turns around to inspect the door from a distance. Just seems... old.] Well, doesn't seem like any paranormal afflictions here! [Thank God, right!!]
Just a terrible episode of This Old House. [He turns back around to Clint. It's so weird to see modern architecture like this.] Man, it looks like Chernobyl. Are you sure we're not in Russia?
If a giant, radioactive rat runs out across my feet... to hell with this house.
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Clint wrinkles his nose, and puts the plank of wood back where he was hanging it from his belt. There are totally ghosts in this house, bro. That was them hitting you upside the head for being a ghosthunter. ]
No, I'm not sure we're not in Russia. There was a Russian robot on the network and there's snow like, everywhere. Sounds pretty close. [ He glances back at Nathan. ] Sorry, what? Radioactive bat?
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--Nevermind! [Yelled on purpose as if Clint can't hear him. The raised voice makes fine grains of plaster sprinkle down from the ceiling, and something upstairs groans; a weight pressed on the floorboards of a house.
Nate exchanges a glance with Clint. Makes a 'heh...' sort of weak, humorless smile.] Do you think their toilet at least flushes?
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Clint kind of just gives Nathan a squinty-eyed look. Oh, right. Did he forget to tell Nathan... probably. ] Don't talk when I'm not looking at your face. I can't uh... hear you without it, in a manner of speaking?
[ As for the last bit, Clint just stares up at the ceiling with a bit of a betrayed look. How dare you sprinkle plaster on him, ghosts. Mutters: ] Aww, ceiling, no. [ Before sighing heavily. ] You could always pee in the snow outside. Wasn't that your idea?
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So we're not peeing outside. [They're arguing over pissing.] Unflushable toilet will just have to--
[The creaking upstairs makes him pause and glance upward. Then he looks at Clint. Then he points with a finger above them. Someone--? he mouths as a question, flicking the pointed finger again as if to say, I think?]
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Yeah? Go say hi.
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Then he points at the ground.] Stay. Stay. Good boy. I'm going to go check upstairs to see if there's anything, or anyone.
Please bury me with someone nice if I don't make it.
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Okay, but seriously? Don't die or I'm gonna feel really terrible about it. [ Maybe Clint should go upstairs... but his hearing aide is on the fritz and he can't exactly investigate weird sounds, so he guesses he has to rely on Nathan, here. Dude has been pretty competent so far, at least. ]
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[It's actually a great thing that Clint doesn't go upstairs with Nate. It's just be double the disaster.
There's no monster or fellow survivors on the second floor, just the icy wind whistling through the cracks and a peculiar tap, tap. It makes the hair on the back of Nate's neck stand up. Makes him stop and wonder if the creak was his feet or someone following him.
Then he watches the door to one of the bedrooms open (horrifically) before shutting once again slightly. Tap, tap.
He exhales roughly in a kind of nervous laugh. Jesus Christ, he thinks, heading toward it. He can get lost in snowy mountains, nearly succumb to death in a desert, escape God knows what all kinds of prisons, but he can't even--
The only warning is the high screech of splintering wood. The floor caves in right under his feet] Whoa, shit! [As he promptly he comes down through the upper story onto Clint.]
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Clint's already on his way to the stairs when of course, the floor caves in.
Nathan falls directly onto Clint. Knocks him clean to the ground. Clint breaks his fall, at least, so there's that - but now Nathan's got a pancake of an Avenger flat out on the floor, groaning loudly. Yes, because his bruises needed bruises. Thanks, Nathan. ]
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Um--surprise?! [He elbows a piece of wood off himself, then groans, then coughs.] I just couldn't be away from you any longer, Clint. I--fell for you--hard.
[He manages to get the rest of the debris off the two of them, able to climb to his feet. He fits his feet into some safe spots of clearing and offers a hand or two.
Welp. They are both covered in dust and wood.]
I found out this house is old and falling apart! Amazing.
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At least Nathan offers to help him up, like a real gentleman. Clint gives him the flattest look imaginable as he pulls himself up. ]
Amazing. [ Clint repeats. ] You know, uh - flowers are generally the best bet for me. Chocolate, maybe, not trying to break my face. I'm pretty sure you kicked me in the nose on your way down. How did you even manage that?
[ A beat, and then Clint just casually reaches his foot over to hook around Nathan's ankle and yank back. Oops. ]
CLINT WHAT THE HELL
Only for Clint to treat him so WRONGLY. What did he do to deserve this disrespect?] I thought someone was up there, but the door was just-- What the--! [The best Nathan knows how to do is duke it out with some punches. He's not the best fighter.
Landing on his back in the debris is what happens, but he's been through enough near-death experiences to automatically try to throw himself to one side in a roll, just in case Clint gets the idea to stomp his head or his chest.
He grabs a piece of wood and brandishes it like a sword.]