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Network Prompts
ONE: TIME TO CHECK WEBMD
You've found the pharmacy, which is really convenient, since you're not feeling that great. Actually, you're feeling terrible. Maybe you have a fever, maybe you're coughing up blood, maybe you're vomiting... Whatever it is, you should probably try to get some medicine for it. Well, if you can figure out what it is. Maybe someone on the network can help you out? Alternately, you know exactly what you have--but for whatever reason, the medicine here isn't something you can easily understand. You have to choose between a couple of options, and you don't know the difference. Hopefully someone on the network can tell you which will heal you and which will probably kill you.
TWO: NOT SO HELPFUL AVATARS
Every tablet has the option for a customizable avatar that will talk to you and keep your tablet in order. Maybe you set it up, maybe you never checked it. Either way, it keeps popping up unrequested and being sort of... Odd. Flickering, talking in strange, mechanical voices, offering advice that's unhelpful at best and actively harmful at worst... Maybe it's even telling the entire network some things you've been doing you'd rather everyone didn't know.
Time to call tech support. Unfortunately, the best option is other people on the network. Good luck.
Action Prompts
THREE: SCHOOL DAYS
You've ended up in the elementary school. Maybe you're grabbing more food, maybe you're exploring. Either way, this place is creepy; the atmosphere is the sort that gets the hair on the back of your neck rising (potentially metaphorically, if you don't have hair or a neck). It's not long before strange things start happening. The sound of running and screaming children, doors slamming in far off or nearby hallways, pianos playing... What's going on? It's hard to tell what's really happening from what isn't happening. Maybe someone who's also exploring has some idea.
FOUR: SUPPLY SCRAMBLE
You've just walked into a house, and look, there's fresh fruit sitting right out on the counter! How long has it been since you've had some of that? It'll definitely help provide some much-needed vitamins and maybe it will ward off scurvy and the like. There's even more than one piece!
...And there's more than one person here, too. So, what are you going to do? Are you willing to share, or are you prepared to stab someone over a pear? Time to find out just how badly you want that food.
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snowblindmemes2015-08-24 09:48 am
Meg Lodestone | Original
[Oh man. Ohhh man. Meg's no doctor, but she's pretty sure all the red stuff is supposed to be inside you, not on the floor. It doesn't help that ever since she came here, the sight of blood has gone from "appetizing" to... less so. ...Aaand the mental image of a vampire desperate enough to eat vomit is enough to make her gag and heave again. Oh god. Why.]
[The last time she saw someone coughing up blood, the only thing to do had been to let matters take their course. It hadn't been pretty. They said that the "ragged man" parasite was only symptomatic for kindred, so... that shouldn't be the problem here, right? Right? Right.]
userid: @compass5565
ok so question
i know the water supply is pretty jacked but it's too cold for tapeworms and shit to survive, right? and the bottled stuff should be fine.
so hypothetically speaking what do you take for worms? don't you just kinda starve them out? like i know you deworm dogs but i never had a dog as a kid so idk what that actually involves
Prompt 2: Network
userid: @compass5565
///------.()*xks12ing a meaningful shift in the risk-return ratio o5m6g7r^222till either circulating on the open market or have found their way into museums and private collec003pa2$&v9w03yzuoving ever more vulnerable to cri4%44(*^---//////
awesome, even in the snowpocalypse you can't get away from glitchy bloatware garbage. it even kinda looks like bonzibuddy, any of you guys remember that? or uh, i guess if bonzibuddy had a weird baby with a numbers station.
anyway it keeps running these ads and it's pissing me off, pls tell me there's an antivirus app on this thing.
Prompt 3: Action
[Meg hasn't been in a school for over ten years, but it's pretty much as she remembers. Granted, hers hadn't been in a ghost town, but she remembers the heaters were always broken and the paint was all peeling, and even as a kid you could tell that the building ought've been closed as a safety hazard years ago. Smashing a window to break in still feels cathartic, even after all this time.]
[She's wearing gloves a size too big and a moth-eaten scarf wrapped around her face. It's harder for her to tell when the temperature has dropped to dangerous levels, so she bundles up more thoroughly to compensate. As a bonus, covering up the mouth means she's less recognizable, and it's less obvious that her breath doesn't fog up the air.]
[Her plan is simple: Cafeteria first stop, though it'll be picked clean by now; teacher's lounge will have coffee things and possibly a booze stash (come on, they all do it); then the art room. Art rooms are full of tools and improvisable weaponry and flammable solvents; if this was a nice school back in the day, it might even have a darkroom for photography, which means all kinds of funky chemicals. Meg doesn't necessarily have a use for them, but someone might.]
[Anyway, that was the plan until the noises start. Initially there's just the light pattering of feet from above, and she thinks, great, another scavenger beat her, until the sounds escalate into stomping and doors slamming and nonsensical childish babble. Meg ends up pressed up against a wall, peering at a stairwell leading up with deep suspicion, visibly weighing the odds between A) getting supplies or B) getting eaten by a hundred ghost babies.]
3
She turns a corner just before the stairwell, loses her footing, and comes tumbling down with a loud shriek.]
Aiiiiieeee—!
[Perhaps not the most graceful entrance, but she's too frightened to care. When she realizes that there's someone else there with her, she struggles to push herself up by her elbows and looks up at her with an expression of absolute terror.]
There's— Upstairs, someone's...
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[Meg jumps a foot and pulls back when Yona comes barrelling down the stairs, and only relaxes slightly when she appears alive and (mostly) unharmed.]
It chasing you? [moment's pause for consideration.] Also, are you real and not some, like... ghost... echo... thing?
[A better person would probably have helped Yona up immediately, but in her defense, this is a valid concern right now.]
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[But whatever she saw doesn't seem to have followed her down the stairs. She casts a wary glance in the direction of the stairwell before her expression contorts with confusion at Meg's second question. Yona looks back to her with some hesitation.]
I'm... not a ghost. You're not a ghost either, right?
[She really hopes she's not a ghost.]
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[quickly:] No! No. See? Flesh and blood. [She holds a hand out at last, both as proof and to help her up (and to forestall that line of questioning).] Can you walk? The hell is going on up there?
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...it hurts. But if whatever was chasing me up there doesn't come down here, I... think I can walk.
[She looks up, then down again quickly.]
Who are you...?
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[she pinches the bridge of her nose. For what is probably a pretty awkward silence, Meg strongly considers just dropping the girl and getting out of this hellhole. Words of wisdom: you don't have to run faster than the monster, you just have to run faster than the stragglers.]
[She doesn't, not because she can hear Philip yelling at her -- oh, piss off, detective, look where trying to save people got you -- but the fact is, people tend to have friends. And the very last thing Meg needs is any friends finding out that she left a building alive and possibly left a dead body in it.]
...never mind that for now. I'll... ugh, we'll figure something out. How'd you get in? I climbed through a window, but that's gonna be awkward on your leg.
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[Yona looks no less confused than she did before. Entering through a window never even occurred to her. She's not sure she would be strong enough to break one of the windows even if it did.]
I came in through the opening in the middle... where all the snow is. All the rubble, too. [Her brow furrows a little.] ...walking in snow should be just fine, right? Because... doctors back home would put ice on my ankle if I ever hurt it. So it's good if we go back outside, even if it's cold.
[Good until they get stuck somewhere and die of exposure, anyway.]
There's a little shed not too far from here. I slept there last night. I was hoping it would be warmer in here, but there's something... weird in here. [Her gaze wanders back to the stairwell.] Something scary...
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[re: icing the ankle, Meg shrugs and makes a vague "I guess so?" gesture. it's not really something she's had to think about for a while.] Ehh... your shed was probably warmer, honestly. Bigass buildings like this are all drafts --
[as if in agreement, a gust of wind sweeps down the hallway, rattling every door and locker on the way. Meg is pretty sure it's just wind, anyway. She halts and turns back to the stairwell too, almost daring something to appear.]
So... what... was up there, exactly?
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[She gingerly takes a step forward and makes a face when a shot of pain runs up her leg from her ankle. This is going to be unpleasant. Her first impulse is to call for Hak and demand that he carry her, but she hasn't been able to find him anywhere. Not in this building, not on the network, and not in any of the other buildings she's passed through, either.
They'll make a slow and steady progress toward the central wing, though. Yona thinks she knows where she's going. She hopes she's right, because the last thing she wants is to lead them into more trouble.]
...it was like... a massive bunch of shadows. But it had teeth and glowing eyes...
[As she speaks, she realizes how childish it sounds and pouts a little.]
I swear, I wasn't having a nightmare or anything!
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[Meg keeps looking over her shoulder as they go, nerves jangling, until she's satisfied that yes, whatever-it-was is letting them go. For now. Her relief is soon replaced with impatience at the slow going.]
For crying out loud -- this is stupid. C'mere, give me your arm. [Meg's of average height, so using her as balance shouldn't be too awkward. As ironic as the sentiment is, she really doesn't want to get caught out after dark.]
Look, I was on the ground floor, alright? I believe you. I might not have seen it, but I sure heard it. Places like this -- [she breaks off, thinking about the Voynich Hotel, and then shakes her head roughly.] I don't want to think about what the hell happened in this school.
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[Yona gladly takes Meg's offer to help her balance, and after a moment or two, they're good to go. Luckily, she's not too heavy at all. This should definitely do well at speeding up their progress.
...she heard it. Well, that explains the earlier question, at least.]
Places like this... what? [She swallows hard, her imagination running wild at all the terrible things that could have happened here. After what she saw and what Meg heard, it really isn't difficult to imagine in the slightest.] Um, actually, never mind... Let's just get out of here.
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[Meg makes a face as well. Picking through abandoned buildings and half-collapsed wrecks, that's one thing, but places like this school reminds her that this town was lived in. This was a town big enough to support a school. Where did the kids go? Where did everyone go?] ...yeah, I hear that.
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It is amusing that the advanced grade of the technology doesn't prevent such problems. If it is, indeed, a problem.
How long have you been observing?
Re: 2
not that long? i mean its pretty ignorable most of the time, but then it screws with my posts and starts its little spiel when i'm trying to focus on shit. i don't suppose this virus(?) is on your device too?
Re: 2
Mine is in perfect working order. I feel almost out of the loop.
Re: 2
so, clever guy, what would you say all this encrypted data is for? it just looks like a jumble of tv promos and news clips to me.
[Specifically, snippets of news reports regarding certain unsolved crimes. there hadn't been many of those -- art collectors hated to report forgeries -- but there were a couple. she'd laughed at them at the time, but if these were showing up to other people, they weren't so funny now.]
huh! well aren't you lucky then. honestly you're not missing much.
Sorry he's gonna be an ass
Going with the assumption that the purpose is encryption, that question should easily be resolved once the code is broken. That would, of course, require some 'clever guy'.
[A pause for contemplation, and then, because Aizen never only thinks of one answer to a riddle:]
Alternatively, you are in an alien environment of which you have no information, experience, or understanding. Is ignoring news clips truly in your best interests?
JERKS: MY FAVORITE
and i'm sure you're just the man for the job aren't you
well as curious as i am about this you'll have to borrow someone else's tablet to get a copy of the code, call me eccentric but i like my privacy
you understand
nice assumption btw that i haven't survived shit like this. getting distracted by misinformation & crap can kill you just as dead as anything else
[that's more grandstanding than truth, she's never had to deal with this extreme climate, for instance.]
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[Not much chance of that. But Aizen knows what he would have done if he were the responsible party behind their current predicament, and hiding himself in plain sight is the first item on the list.]
All information has the potential to be useful. Even misinformation comes from somewhere and serves a purpose, as your experience has no doubt taught you.
[Don't mind him, he'll just keep baiting.]
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oh no, whatever will you do
"help officer, someone doesn't want to share private information with someone s/he met on the internet"
ohhh, wait, you can't do that, because civilization seems to have fucking crashed around our ears and there are no cops to enforce law and order
in fact creating the EXACT situation where trusting rando strangers is a dumb idea
piss off
p.s. so is "giving people the runaround" a paid position where you come from, or
cause if so you must be making a killing
[she mad]
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I have provided no less than three directions for your possible investigation. I think that I have earned a little more courtesy than this.
You are, however, correct - we are strangers to each other. As we are to everyone else who shares our circumstances. Is your plan to go at it on your own?
[Damn, but it has been a while since he had had to pacify someone as well as bait them. He idly wonders if he might be out of practice. Then he switches to audio:]
My name, by the way, is Aizen Sousuke. You needn't share yours, if you feel safer that way.
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fair
i'll send out more feelers (figuratively speaking. not actually a giant kafka bug irl.) re: what this virus thing is later
it bleeping and blooping must be getting to me or something.
[Which is, frankly, as close to a "sorry I overreacted" concession from her for now. Meg pinches the bridge of her nose.]
think i'll stick with "compass" for now if its all the same. disasters like this bring out the opportunistic bastard in people, even if they're all sweetness and light otherwise.
anyway you know what all those PSAs say, can't judge a person you haven't met offline.