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Network Prompts
ONE: SPAM IS MEANT FOR A CAN You awoke today to find a private message in your inbox full of glitchy text from an unreadable username. It doesn't seem to be from @ADMIN, and it's doubtful that any of your fellow unfortunate survivalists have the ability to send a bunch of garbage text from a dummy username. Any attempts to contact the sender of the message only yield silence.
Perhaps your friends on the network will have a better idea of what's going on.
TWO: DING DONG PING PONG You found an app on an SD card that lets you play a game--the app simply refers to it as "game," but those who are familiar with Earth's gaming history will recognize it as Pong. The graphics have been updated, but the mechanics are as simple as ever. Just bounce the ball back and forth and try to hit it past your opponent. This version lets you play with a friend over the network and supports chat simultaneously, so you can video or voice chat while playing with someone!
Or you can use text, but that would probably be inconvenient while you're trying to play.
Action Prompts
THREE: BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE The blizzard has been raging worse than usual for nearly a week now, making travel incredibly dangerous. You and your travelling companion have been stuck in the same house since the weather went out of control, and it's starting to have an effect. While you've not yet succumb to the dangerous fugue that would lead you out into the snow, cabin fever is definitely starting to set in for you...and whoever you're stuck with.
As long as you keep telling yourself the eyes on the walls aren't real. You're the only one who can see them, after all.
FOUR: A TENT-ATIVE FRIENDSHIP Everything has locked down for the night, and it looks like you're trapped outside. This almost certainly means death, but maybe you don't have to take it lying down. You walk for a while, and--what's that? Through the snow, the light of your tablet faintly illuminates the shape of a tent. It seems someone else is stuck out here, too, but they've been luckier in their searches than you.
Time to go see if they'll take pity on you for the night. You probably don't have much longer otherwise...
[It was strange how much you could miss a simple sound once it was no longer there. Without realizing it, he had grown used to the sound of her paws moving across the wooden floor. He had even taken to counting them, comparing how many it took with each trip, holding his breath each time it came to an end, imagining how much shorter it must have been. Yet each one contained relatively the same amount. Sanity, how ever much he had left, told him this meant the room wasn't truly growing smaller. That it was maintaining it's size, despite how much it may have felt otherwise.
Glancing over his shoulder at the sound, he only hesitates a moment before standing, moving away from the fire, allowing more of it's heat to radiate out into the room. It's hardly enough to keep them above freezing, or to chase the darkest of the shadows away, but it's something. The smallest glimmer of hope keeping them from running out into an even worse fate.]
Yeah. [A thought - crazy and only half formed - comes to his mind that they could always build a fire outside. They could use the house for kindling.] Guess it could be worse. We could be stuck out there.
[spark moves towards the fire, as if suddenly remembering it was there. It may have took a while, but she got used to the idea of a fire burning in such a small space. Fire is no longer something to be afraid of. Fire is some thing you -need- and that's one more small way in which the whole world is wrong now.
she walks back and forth for a moment, then rolls herself in front of the fire. ]
Sorry. [she should find something to say. anything. The one thing she could always do was not to let others give up, but it's getting so much harder. She'd consider giving up herself, only that's not something she is allowing herself to think. You don't give up, you make do with what is now and wait for summer.]
Walls not falling, right? Can't fall. Just dream. Right?
[Yes, it was only a dream. That's what the sane, ration portion of his brain is telling him. The walls, as shakily built as they may have been, were still standing strong against the wind around them. His eyes still dart rapidly around the room, despite what that sane part of his mind is saying, needing desperately to double check for himself before speaking.]
It's alright. [Gently, trying his best to be reassuring, even though he feels anything but. Staying positive wasn't always his strong suit, but it was so much easier when he had someone else to remain strong for.] It's just a dream. It'll be over soon.
[After all, even snow couldn't possibly fall for much longer than a week. He hadn't never seen such a thing before, not in all of his years and all of his travels. Perhaps it was the unpredictable of the situation that lent to feeling of such unease. There had to be an explanation, no matter how far fetched.]
been sleeping 16 hours of the past 24. Everything is *perfect*
It's a dream, so I wish I was a fairy. [Well, maybe. She wasn't sure what fairies do, Only that they live in dreams. But truth isn't important, really. In the dark cold somewhere they are it's all about stories. At least until the dreams stopped.]
They can make dreams what they want. I know. Father was there. They make castles of dreams and they eat dreams. I know. A long many sunups before now, they came to us wolves and told us. they did. really.
[Storytelling was somehow so much easier than talking. Spark never bothered to think about it, but she missed having others who just understands. This is why they invented stories, really, so wolf born and human born could talk.]
And it's all dreams, so the fairies can make anything they want. Humans and wolves dream all the time. You think other things dream to? I don't know.
[Her story brought his attention away from the shadows that haunted him and gave him something else to focus on. He was glad for the distraction, even if he did not mention it.]
That's a good question. [It stood to reason that since wolves dream than other animals would do so as well. But he had never stopped to give it both thought. Dreaming was simply something he did. Some stuck with you over the course of hours and days, and some were quickly forgotten, lost the moment you opened your eyes.
But it gave him something to contemplate, something to think about besides their current situation.] Yeah. I think... everyone dreams. They just dream about things.
[She scratches her ear, pretending she wasn't sitting up to keep a closer eyes on the shadows.]
What are humans dreams like? Fish dreams are wet, I think. Tasty fish dreams. Don't know what boars dream. Boars are tasty too.
[and as long as she keeps talking, the shadows may not notice she's looking at them, and she can see if they move. And as long as she doesn't see them move, she can somehow believe they are not.... whatever they are.]
And. And. And I don't know. Now all dreams are cold and hungry. Can't make anything good of cold bad dreams. For sure. Don't know what fairies do with this kind of dreams.
[Tasty fish. Tasty boar. You're making him even hungrier and he's never even eaten boar before.]
It depends. [On the person, on what they were thinking about when they went to sleep. On what they had going on in their life at that exact moment and all of the moments past.] But I don't think we have any faeries. [And there had definitely been times in his life when he wished such a thing existed, something that could take the nightmares and the all too vivid memories go away.]
[she turned her head to him, confused, and she shouldn't have. She really shouldn't have. It might make the things-that-aren't-really-there think they are winning.]
Has to be. Wolves don't dream castles and dresses and swords and music. I know. Faeries need human dreams. If not with faeries, dreams get lost when waking? poor dreams. Scared dreams. I think. Scared dreams don't want to die. [Well, she never heard about dreams not wanting to die. Not exactly, but it made sense. She's afraid to die, especially here. The summer lands must be so far away she'd never be able to get there. Maybe here dreams do die, and maybe that's better that way. It would explain why they are such bad dreams though. Poor dreams.]
Maybe I've just never seen them. [He was open enough to the idea that he didn't have to see everything simply to believe in it.]
Sometimes. [Sometimes, a dream would be so real and vivid that it's images would remain long after waking. Sometimes, it was because the images would too good, too filled with happiness and laughter to possibly forget. And sometimes they were too horrible, too gut wrenching for your mind to ever recover enough from to let go of.] Somethings are hard to forget.
[She got up, and walked the few steps toward him. She was hoping he'd understand what she meant by tagging gently at his coat and sit down. She could than sit next to him, or lean on him or whatever he'd let her. At the very least her fur would be warm.
Maybe he didn't need this sort of touch to be comported, or maybe he didn't need to be comported at all. It was a good excuse anyway, and she definitely need it herself.]
[There's something almost absent minded about the way he reaches out to her, gloved fingers moving over her fur gently, smoothing over her neck and scratching along the ridge of her ear. As if he hadn't even given doing so a second though and had simply moved out of instinct. Still, he shifts slightly, allowing her to sit more comfortably next to him - it was likely best that they stayed near one another, if for nothing else than the warmth it would provide. If she needed the comfort and reassurance that came along with it, than he would give it.
He could probably use some himself, even if he would never actually admit it.]
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Glancing over his shoulder at the sound, he only hesitates a moment before standing, moving away from the fire, allowing more of it's heat to radiate out into the room. It's hardly enough to keep them above freezing, or to chase the darkest of the shadows away, but it's something. The smallest glimmer of hope keeping them from running out into an even worse fate.]
Yeah. [A thought - crazy and only half formed - comes to his mind that they could always build a fire outside. They could use the house for kindling.] Guess it could be worse. We could be stuck out there.
oh hey
she walks back and forth for a moment, then rolls herself in front of the fire. ]
Sorry. [she should find something to say. anything. The one thing she could always do was not to let others give up, but it's getting so much harder. She'd consider giving up herself, only that's not something she is allowing herself to think. You don't give up, you make do with what is now and wait for summer.]
Walls not falling, right? Can't fall. Just dream. Right?
What's up little wolf friend?
It's alright. [Gently, trying his best to be reassuring, even though he feels anything but. Staying positive wasn't always his strong suit, but it was so much easier when he had someone else to remain strong for.] It's just a dream. It'll be over soon.
[After all, even snow couldn't possibly fall for much longer than a week. He hadn't never seen such a thing before, not in all of his years and all of his travels. Perhaps it was the unpredictable of the situation that lent to feeling of such unease. There had to be an explanation, no matter how far fetched.]
been sleeping 16 hours of the past 24. Everything is *perfect*
They can make dreams what they want. I know. Father was there. They make castles of dreams and they eat dreams. I know. A long many sunups before now, they came to us wolves and told us. they did. really.
[Storytelling was somehow so much easier than talking. Spark never bothered to think about it, but she missed having others who just understands. This is why they invented stories, really, so wolf born and human born could talk.]
And it's all dreams, so the fairies can make anything they want. Humans and wolves dream all the time. You think other things dream to? I don't know.
That sounds magical and amazing and I am jealous.
That's a good question. [It stood to reason that since wolves dream than other animals would do so as well. But he had never stopped to give it both thought. Dreaming was simply something he did. Some stuck with you over the course of hours and days, and some were quickly forgotten, lost the moment you opened your eyes.
But it gave him something to contemplate, something to think about besides their current situation.] Yeah. I think... everyone dreams. They just dream about things.
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What are humans dreams like? Fish dreams are wet, I think. Tasty fish dreams. Don't know what boars dream. Boars are tasty too.
[and as long as she keeps talking, the shadows may not notice she's looking at them, and she can see if they move. And as long as she doesn't see them move, she can somehow believe they are not.... whatever they are.]
And. And. And I don't know. Now all dreams are cold and hungry. Can't make anything good of cold bad dreams. For sure. Don't know what fairies do with this kind of dreams.
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It depends. [On the person, on what they were thinking about when they went to sleep. On what they had going on in their life at that exact moment and all of the moments past.] But I don't think we have any faeries. [And there had definitely been times in his life when he wished such a thing existed, something that could take the nightmares and the all too vivid memories go away.]
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[she turned her head to him, confused, and she shouldn't have. She really shouldn't have. It might make the things-that-aren't-really-there think they are winning.]
Has to be. Wolves don't dream castles and dresses and swords and music. I know. Faeries need human dreams. If not with faeries, dreams get lost when waking? poor dreams. Scared dreams. I think. Scared dreams don't want to die. [Well, she never heard about dreams not wanting to die. Not exactly, but it made sense. She's afraid to die, especially here. The summer lands must be so far away she'd never be able to get there. Maybe here dreams do die, and maybe that's better that way. It would explain why they are such bad dreams though. Poor dreams.]
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Sometimes. [Sometimes, a dream would be so real and vivid that it's images would remain long after waking. Sometimes, it was because the images would too good, too filled with happiness and laughter to possibly forget. And sometimes they were too horrible, too gut wrenching for your mind to ever recover enough from to let go of.] Somethings are hard to forget.
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Maybe he didn't need this sort of touch to be comported, or maybe he didn't need to be comported at all. It was a good excuse anyway, and she definitely need it herself.]
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He could probably use some himself, even if he would never actually admit it.]