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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?
Three [ Sam was so cold, and at this point beginning to feel a little desperate. The cold and wetness of it all had long since soaked past his clothes. The quiet that had settled in between the two of them and the dying light only made him nervous. ]
You know, I'm starting to wish that snow came in other colors. Wouldn't that be a sight? Green snow, ha. As long as it's not yellow snow. Maybe then we might have some kinda clue which way we're goin'.
[ With a bit of stumbling in the snow, Sam turns and starts to walk backwards, facing his companion. He raises his palms up.]
Not! Not saying that you don't know where you're goin' of course! Just that it'd be, you know, a little more useful is all. We could be all like "Meet you at Pink Snow Mountain" or "Let's make an orange snow man!"
[ A remnant of a light post is coming up behind him. A few more steps and the idiot is sure to bump into it. ]
Aw, no. On second thought it'd get all muddied up, yeah? All the colors, they'd just mix together to brown. Or was it black? Heh. Look at me, a uni guy and I don't even remember my colors. My nursery teacher would be so disappointed.
Four [ They had been settled in for an hour and Sam knows he should be trying to get some sleep, but something just feels off. At every strange sound, he jumps. Each creak has him rolling over on his old noisy loveseat. Finally, Sam decides to just give up on sleep altogether. The noises were bad, but the silence between them and the mystery of where they were coming from was starting to get to him. Against his better judgement, Sam gets up from his spot on and goes to wake his companion. Gently, he shakes their shoulder. ]
Hey, uh. Sorry to bother you. Beauty rest and all, but I'm pretty sure that there's someone else in the house. We need to go check it out.
He was floating weightlessly in a brilliant scarlet ocean, the sticky viscous fluid lapping over his skin and staining it a lighter shade of red in response to its caress. Honestly, it was one of the best dreams he's ever had. So he's a little grumpy when he wakes up and glances behind him, yawning widely.]
Of course there is someone else in the house, are you not in the house? You are someone else.
Well of course I'm someone. I mean someone else. Someone who wasn't invited to our little sleepover.
[ Sam looks around and decides to grab a big thick book from a nearby coffee table. He weighs it in his hands for a moment and then nods, satisfied with his weapon. ]
Fine. You stay here. Get your rest. I'll go take care of our party crashers. One hit with this and it'll be lights out.
I don't think hitting someone who has come in out of the cold is very nice. Invitation or not, this house is not our own, not our jurisdiction, and not our responsibility. Perhaps the noises you can hear come from the true occupant who is, even now, terrified at the prospect of two intruders asleep on his living room floor.
[He pushes himself upright and fumbles his glasses on.]
Or perhaps all you heard were the noises a house makes when it relaxes at night after a long day. The creaks and groans of floors and ceilings that must support so much weight and rarely complain about it.
[ Sam sighs and sits down on his loveseat, putting the book down on the floor. ]
Oh, I guess you're right. It's just. Where I come from, the world is in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. You'd think I'd be used to the sound of shuffling and moaning. But. Knowing those big walls were there and the gunners and the gate... I felt safe. Here nowhere feels safe.
[ He lets out a small chuckle, scratching his head. ]
You must think I'm a coward. Feel a little childish myself, to be honest. Sorry, man.
[ Why does Royce always get stuck with the talkative ones? He feels like it's a running trend in his life that he always has to travel with someone who just talks to fill the silence.
Royce is a poor conversationalist partner, but that doesn't mean he's not listening. In fact, he actually shows that he's listening when Sam slights his navigation skills by looking over his shoulder at Sam with a scowl. This place has been hell on his senses, so he actually doesn't know where he is, but he hates having it be pointed out.
It's why he doesn't say a word when the light post comes up. He's very content to let Sam run into it, expression vaguely amused and mostly shadowed under his hood.
A beat, and then, in a low, flat voice: ] They'd mix to brown.
[ He groans and gets up, now three times as cold and wet as he was before. ]
Right. B-brown. I knew that. White snow is better than brown snow.
[ With the snow brushed off of him, he continues to walk with Royce. The shivering gets worse leaving Sam no choice but to wrap his arms around himself tightly. ]
You uh, you look nice and warm in that. This must be a walk in the park for you.
Even running into a lamp post doesn't end up making the guy stop chattering, so Royce gives in. Instead of ignoring him like he has for the last hour, he pulls his mittens off and holds them out to Sam. He's got leather gloves on under the mittens, so he's fine - it's the most he can offer. ]
It's still cold. [ Royce says, pulling his cloak closer. ] It isn't the cold you need to worry about. It's the wet.
[It's not like Zach sleeps much around these parts anymore. He hears them, the weird little noises, and usually he wouldn't even bother paying them any attention - Norfinbury's just that kind of place, but his new roommate is fairly new. No wonder he's jumpy.
Still, Zach scoffs at the beauty rest mention.]
Sure, beauty rest. That's not happened in weeks. Sure, let's go check, yeah?
[You never know, there could be an anomaly inside. He grabs his crowbar, rolling his wrist out of habit before standing up.]
[Charles wakes up... badly. He flails for a second, groping around for the hatchet he usually carries.]
Fucking- Get off, asshole!
[He manages to figure out that the person shaking him awake isn't a serial killer, but just That One Guy who he happens to be in a house with, and thankfully he does this before he can swing a small axe at Sam. Sorry bro.]
Jesus, what the hell? Don't just wake people up without permission. [Because that is a request that makes perfect sense. He doesn't actually sound mad about it, anyway. It takes him a second to process the rest of what Sam said.]
So what if there's somebody else? As long as it's not a psycho or something. Let them come to us.
[The response is sleepy and confused and a bit grouchy at being disturbed. Sleep is about the only time Tony doesn't feel cold, so being woken up tends to ruffle him a bit more than usual. He rubs his eyes, squinting at Sam as though he's still trying to remember how words work.]
Check what out? 'S just a bad dream. Go back to sleep and it'll be fine.
[Because that's the correct response to have to a warning, right?]
[ Sam fidgets a little but can see that his partner isn't going to budge. ]
Alright, you're probably right but I'm going to check just to be sure.
[ With that, Sam leaves to go and check out the house again, starting with the ground floor. In the process he bumps into every corner, knocks over everything humanly possible, and just makes an incredible amount of noise. ]
[He was complaining mostly to make noise. But when Sam says he's leaving and gets up, Tony's conscience kicks in. He still doesn't think there's anything there, but- but if there is?
Is he going to let Sam wander around alone?]
Damn it.
[He gets up quickly, stumbling, groaning as he chases after Sam. Not just because he's making a bunch of noise.]
Oh thank goodness. I was having trouble just finding my way to the hallway. Don't know what I'd do if I actually found someone. Maybe ask for directions. Heh.
The Cat harumphs, very much the sound of an animal that was asleep two seconds ago. He gives the two-legger an exasperated look, then rises to his feet to investigate without a word.
[ He mews grumpily, but keeps his claws carefully retracted while he adjusts himself in Sam's hold. As long as he doesn't start squeezing. If Sam squeezes the claws are coming out. ]
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Sam Yao | Zombies, Run!
[ Sam was so cold, and at this point beginning to feel a little desperate. The cold and wetness of it all had long since soaked past his clothes. The quiet that had settled in between the two of them and the dying light only made him nervous. ]
You know, I'm starting to wish that snow came in other colors. Wouldn't that be a sight? Green snow, ha. As long as it's not yellow snow. Maybe then we might have some kinda clue which way we're goin'.
[ With a bit of stumbling in the snow, Sam turns and starts to walk backwards, facing his companion. He raises his palms up.]
Not! Not saying that you don't know where you're goin' of course! Just that it'd be, you know, a little more useful is all. We could be all like "Meet you at Pink Snow Mountain" or "Let's make an orange snow man!"
[ A remnant of a light post is coming up behind him. A few more steps and the idiot is sure to bump into it. ]
Aw, no. On second thought it'd get all muddied up, yeah? All the colors, they'd just mix together to brown. Or was it black? Heh. Look at me, a uni guy and I don't even remember my colors. My nursery teacher would be so disappointed.
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[ They had been settled in for an hour and Sam knows he should be trying to get some sleep, but something just feels off. At every strange sound, he jumps. Each creak has him rolling over on his old noisy loveseat. Finally, Sam decides to just give up on sleep altogether. The noises were bad, but the silence between them and the mystery of where they were coming from was starting to get to him. Against his better judgement, Sam gets up from his spot on and goes to wake his companion. Gently, he shakes their shoulder. ]
Hey, uh. Sorry to bother you. Beauty rest and all, but I'm pretty sure that there's someone else in the house. We need to go check it out.
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He was floating weightlessly in a brilliant scarlet ocean, the sticky viscous fluid lapping over his skin and staining it a lighter shade of red in response to its caress. Honestly, it was one of the best dreams he's ever had. So he's a little grumpy when he wakes up and glances behind him, yawning widely.]
Of course there is someone else in the house, are you not in the house? You are someone else.
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[ Sam looks around and decides to grab a big thick book from a nearby coffee table. He weighs it in his hands for a moment and then nods, satisfied with his weapon. ]
Fine. You stay here. Get your rest. I'll go take care of our party crashers. One hit with this and it'll be lights out.
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[He pushes himself upright and fumbles his glasses on.]
Or perhaps all you heard were the noises a house makes when it relaxes at night after a long day. The creaks and groans of floors and ceilings that must support so much weight and rarely complain about it.
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Oh, I guess you're right. It's just. Where I come from, the world is in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. You'd think I'd be used to the sound of shuffling and moaning. But. Knowing those big walls were there and the gunners and the gate... I felt safe. Here nowhere feels safe.
[ He lets out a small chuckle, scratching his head. ]
You must think I'm a coward. Feel a little childish myself, to be honest. Sorry, man.
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three!
Royce is a poor conversationalist partner, but that doesn't mean he's not listening. In fact, he actually shows that he's listening when Sam slights his navigation skills by looking over his shoulder at Sam with a scowl. This place has been hell on his senses, so he actually doesn't know where he is, but he hates having it be pointed out.
It's why he doesn't say a word when the light post comes up. He's very content to let Sam run into it, expression vaguely amused and mostly shadowed under his hood.
A beat, and then, in a low, flat voice: ] They'd mix to brown.
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Right. B-brown. I knew that. White snow is better than brown snow.
[ With the snow brushed off of him, he continues to walk with Royce. The shivering gets worse leaving Sam no choice but to wrap his arms around himself tightly. ]
You uh, you look nice and warm in that. This must be a walk in the park for you.
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Even running into a lamp post doesn't end up making the guy stop chattering, so Royce gives in. Instead of ignoring him like he has for the last hour, he pulls his mittens off and holds them out to Sam. He's got leather gloves on under the mittens, so he's fine - it's the most he can offer. ]
It's still cold. [ Royce says, pulling his cloak closer. ] It isn't the cold you need to worry about. It's the wet.
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Yes! You are a saint! I can't believe they're real-and they're still warm! Oh wow, I can't thank you enough!
[ He quickly puts them on and laughs. ]
I can almost feel my fingers again, this is fantastic!
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Four!
Still, Zach scoffs at the beauty rest mention.]
Sure, beauty rest. That's not happened in weeks. Sure, let's go check, yeah?
[You never know, there could be an anomaly inside. He grabs his crowbar, rolling his wrist out of habit before standing up.]
You used to fighting, Sam?
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[ He spots a lamp and decides that's as good a weapon as any. ]
Kinda wish I had taken them up on their offers to teach me when I had the chance.
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[He looks funny, holding that lamp, but Zach doesn't comment. It's better than having nothing, after all. Zach starts moving.]
I'm not a professional either. I just get into lots of fights.
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Kinda hoped I'd never need it. Pretty naive in hindsight. But you, you look like you could throw punches with the best of them.
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4! i apologize for my child
Fucking- Get off, asshole!
[He manages to figure out that the person shaking him awake isn't a serial killer, but just That One Guy who he happens to be in a house with, and thankfully he does this before he can swing a small axe at Sam. Sorry bro.]
Jesus, what the hell? Don't just wake people up without permission. [Because that is a request that makes perfect sense. He doesn't actually sound mad about it, anyway. It takes him a second to process the rest of what Sam said.]
So what if there's somebody else? As long as it's not a psycho or something. Let them come to us.
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Sorry! I'm sorry! Pleasepleasepleaseplease don't kill me!
[ He still hadn't opened his eyes yet. ]
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[He rolls his eyes, but he does feel bad.]
Seriously, I'm not gonna kill you, jeez. Here, come on.
[He offers Sam a hand, and then just kinda... waits for him to look again.]
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Thanks. I really like living. Didn't mean to startle you.
[ He still hadn't stopped shaking, though. ]
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[The response is sleepy and confused and a bit grouchy at being disturbed. Sleep is about the only time Tony doesn't feel cold, so being woken up tends to ruffle him a bit more than usual. He rubs his eyes, squinting at Sam as though he's still trying to remember how words work.]
Check what out? 'S just a bad dream. Go back to sleep and it'll be fine.
[Because that's the correct response to have to a warning, right?]
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Alright, you're probably right but I'm going to check just to be sure.
[ With that, Sam leaves to go and check out the house again, starting with the ground floor. In the process he bumps into every corner, knocks over everything humanly possible, and just makes an incredible amount of noise. ]
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Is he going to let Sam wander around alone?]
Damn it.
[He gets up quickly, stumbling, groaning as he chases after Sam. Not just because he's making a bunch of noise.]
Wait, wait. I'm coming with you.
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Oh thank goodness. I was having trouble just finding my way to the hallway. Don't know what I'd do if I actually found someone. Maybe ask for directions. Heh.
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He is a cat, Sam. He needs to nap. Constantly.
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[ He goes to pick up the Cat. ]
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[ He's warm and he gently pets the Cat as he slowly walks through the house. ]
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