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✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
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?
TWO @highhurst; audio I beg your pardon... anyone? [Monty's tone is a little more shaken than he'd like it to be, but after opening a message with such disgusting things, he does want to check it's not just him.] I seem to be receiving access to rather unfortunate messages. I haven't the foggiest who they're really from. I fear they've disappeared now.
Ladies and young persons, please do be particularly careful. They were most disturbing things being shown in the messages.
FOUR [Monty's on the floor, having gallantly offered the one bed in the house they've holed up in to his companion for the evening. If it's a young lady, there might well have been bowing, hand-kissing, and the assurance that a gentleman should always be happy to see to a woman's comfort. Men are given more direct and weary explanations of him managing perfectly well without. Perhaps an odd turn for a man who claims to be the Ninth Earl of Highhurst.
He's just starting to nod off, using his pack for a pillow, when there's the sudden pounding of feet overhead. Monty sits bolt upright, eyes wide.]
[Alfie is stretched out on the bed, his bags piled around him. He's not really concerned, but his hand still strays toward the pocket of his backpack where he keeps his scalpel.]
You get 'em in these houses sometimes. Knocks, voices.
There is some sort of visual abberation on the network. It's startling, to say the least, but I have yet to note any truly adverse effects. The cause, as far as I can tell, is attempted interaction with one of the... what's the word you people use, "newbies?"
Should my status change, I'll do my best to get the word out. If you have experienced something similar, please share. Collaboration is key.
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[ You can sleep when you're dead.
That is, of course, one of Dankovsky's many mottos, but in practice, it's entirely (and infuriatingly) infeasible. He's staked out the only bed in the place, because if he's going to get a few hours in they may as well be as comfortable as humanly possible, but something is... off... after a few long blinks.
The end table was not there when he entered the bedroom.
[ Monty startles at the voice. He'd just been dozing off in the corner, but sits up properly, flicking his tablet on for the light as he glances toward the bed. The position of the end table doesn't immediately register when he's focused on his evening companion. ]
I fear we may all be said to be suffering such a condition, sir. Is there something particular troubling you?
This is @californiagirl. If you try to contact me through that username, you'll reach no one, as I've changed it.
[Someone who doesn't have a very good sense of humor heard one too many allusions to a certain song ahead of her time.]
Questions?
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Piss and Hell.
[The curse is muttered under clenched teeth, so it's easy to miss over the sound of the wind whipping past. Elle stops in her brisk pace as she catches sight of the building up ahead. Of course, of fucking course it's the same damn building that they've already passed five previous times. Her legs are tired, but an angry fire blazes in her gut.
Whatever's going on here...it's not going to win. She rustles through her bag and pulls out a cigarette before turning her eye toward her companion.]
ONE; @Lotus, video [Whatever she has found, Hazuki looks very satisfied with herself as she regards her tablet's camera. Even in the frumpy jacket provided to her upon arrival, she certainly isn't afraid to posture like she's still glamorous. She brushes her manicured fingers along her chin and gives a winning smile.]
So, I can't help but notice that some of you really drew the short stick on usernames. Guess there are a lot of you who have never touched a computer before. [While that's entirely true, there's a small undercurrent of derision in the statement. Still, she continues smiling like she hasn't said anything insulting.]
Fortunately, today is your lucky day! I found an app that expands my user privileges. I can change anyone's username to whatever I like. So if you have a crappy username, I'll gladly change it for a small fee.
[She means, of course, a trade. Her expression falls to something halfway between boredom and contempt as she continues, and she waves her hand in a dismissive manner.] But don't be an ass, or I'll give you something even worse. I'm not going to waste my time on fake offers.
THREE; [Though she's been here long enough to settle into survival habits, there are a few critical things that Hazuki still lacks to really make her way in Norfinbury.
Like shoes that entirely cover her feet.
She's wrapped them up with torn up fabric scraps and plastic wrap, but underneath her jerry-rigged insulation they're still high heels. And she is absolutely miserable walking around in them. The rest of her outfit isn't exactly made for such conditions, either, and though she has the ugly jacket the town provided, she still finds herself frostbitten sooner rather than later.
When they pass the building with the fucking snowman for the fourth time today, she finally cracks under the compounded stress.] What the hell is going on here?! Is this some kind of a joke?
What kind of things are you looking for? I'm not sure if I have anything you want, but I can look and see!
[Hie face lights up. He doesn't really dislike his username...it's his name, after all, but some people got so creative, he almost wishes he had come up with something a bit more interesting. And it wouldn't be so awkward introducing himself.]
What kind of username would you give me if you picked one? I'd have to think about what I want to ask for.
[Ienzo's fine with his username. It's... his name. He's also stumbled upon the app in question, and discovered that not only does it work for others' usernames, but also your own.]
[He looks altogether unimpressed.]
You realize that we all have this application, don't you? Anyone who wants to change their username can do so themselves, without a 'fee'.
[He's going to have his username changed to @PretentiousAsshole or something for this, he can feel it.]
DeAr DiGiGoD: MoRE! more! MORE!!!!!! MaKe mY eARS bLeEd A RiVeR! My EyEs DrIp LiKe JeLLy fRoM tHeIR SOCkETS!!!!!! I dEmANd PAIN fROm YoUr InFERNaL MAcHInE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OnWaRd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[yes, it would appear... krieg likes the screamers? alright then buddy]
FOUR
[It's cold.
Krieg has gotten forcibly used to cold, being from Pandora. But this is a different kind of cold. Somehow, it's deeper, digging down to his bones. Being shirtless is just kind of how he rolls, and he's not changed that yet-- so anyone who's decided to take in this shivering, massive beast of a man is going to get him squished into whatever little shelter they've found. Probably curled into a ball in the corner, which is still a very large, kind of intimidating ball.
After mostly keeping to himself in an attempt to warm up, Krieg will abruptly shout:]
THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC--
[And there it is, louder footsteps up above. What he's calling attention to.]
[Why is Fiona trapped with this dude? Why is he shirtless?
Why is he singing?
She's already on edge with the weird noises this house insists on making, so when Krieg starts his weirdness up, she jumps, spinning around instinctively.]
Shit.
[Let her heart rate slow down for a second, Krieg.]
I'm gonna beat you into silence in two seconds if you don't shut up.
He has taken off his armor to let it rest off to the side of the shelter that they've found. The space that it takes up, however, makes the area that much smaller. Not good! Also, he's starting to wonder where his head is -- every time he looks at his armor, it feels like it has moved from one side to the next. He starts to hold up his hands to make a gesture of where it was once to where it now is, before his shirtless friend starts screaming. ]
My friend! [ Reinhardt calls out before walking over to where he is shivering. ] That is not the way that the song goes! But you have a good start of it! [ He holds his chin as he looks at him, rubbing his beard. ] Also are you, perhaps, moving my armor while I am not looking? I don't mind. But it must be quite heavy for you. I don't want you to put out your back!
[ Throwing his head back, he laughs heartily before crouching down. ] Also, I have been thinking... your shirtless state is probably not good.
I... suppose that means you stumbled across one of the more unusual posts, too? I shouldn't be surprised that you found them enjoyable, I guess. A taste of familiarity in a foreign environment is always
[ Comforting? Enjoyable? NEITHER OF THESE ARE THE RIGHT WORDS TO USE ABOUT DISTURBING JUNK HOLY HECK ]
[The sound of manic giggling can be heard before Junkrat's dirty face pops up on the screen with his trademark shit eating grin.]
Well ain't that a fine how do you do! [Another small giggle.] I could use more surprises like that.
[Someone is clearly amused by the flood of disturbing content.]
Four;
[Lockdown was hell for Junkrat. It was better than freezing to death of course, but he was far too restless to tolerate being locked in for long. He had hobbled his way through the building while scrounging around countless times since lockdown; always checking once again that things were still safe, but never quite being satisfied.
He eventually settles down though in a nice corner somewhere on the floor after getting his grubby hands on everything that could be used as a blanket and wrapping himself up in them. It didn't stop him from shivering though, but it was better than nothing. Still he wasn't going to get any good rest tonight. Especially not when he hears footsteps from somewhere in the house that shouldn't be.]
Oi mate, it's just you and me in here right?
[With a nervous chuckle, he looks over to his company for the night. s2g m8 he'll blow you sky high first chance he gets if ur fuckin' with him.]
[Estinien had the ill fortune of being stuck with this strange man. Rather tall for a hyur, though with how he stayed hunched over it was hard to actually see that. He was dirty and obnoxious to boot, but there was little choice with it being lock down.
Having been standing off to the side, staring out the window to keep watch for anything peculiar. He is content to ignore the other man the rest of the evening. That is, until he too hears the footsteps, his eyes searching for where the source could be—but he could not determine it.]
As far as I am aware, aye, 'tis none but you and I within this abode...
[regardless, he continues to watch around them, for anything that might give away whose footsteps those belonged to. An anomaly, perhaps? He hopes not, little is he armed to deal with such a thing. And this freakish man would likely just get in the way.]
Did..is anyone else having a bit of--ah--trouble with their..with their..
[Fitz trails off and he's glad, once again, that he opted for audio right now because he closes his eyes and snaps his fingers, trying to find the words.]
Device. Their device. [There we go.] Strange, um, ads or something like that? It's not on my screen anymore but it was.
[Or maybe he was just going crazy like Coulson.]
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[By this point, Fitz was sure that he had passed by the same cluster of rubble several times already. It was starting to look familiar, as familiar as a bunch of rubble in the snow could look, and it was making his head hurt trying to process it.
The young man stopped walking rather suddenly, hands clenched into fists as he tapped them against his temples and tried to get his bearings.]
This isn't right. Something isn't right.
[His hands unclenched and he dragged them down his face, turning to look at his traveling companion then turning in a full circle to look around at everything.]
This is..it's all the same. Everything's the same. We aren't--this isn't--we need to try something else!
Whoa! [ Okay, not cool, tablet thing. The whole - all of that. All of that gore and glitchy nonsense that just popped up on his screen? That's not cool at all. ] Okay, well. When you're done with that you can just let me know, tablet guy. Get it out of your system. I'm going to just be over here, not having a heart attack.
Aww, tablet, really? And I'm recording. When did I even hit that button... uh, hey guys.
THREE
Sooo... [ Clint pauses, staring up at the building. He glances at his partner, and then back at the house. Long, awkward pause, and then: ] So does this look familiar to you? Like 'hey I'm pretty sure we've just gone in a big circle, twice' familiar?
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.
hi every1!!!! i found sumthing RLY COOL n i want to try it out!!!! the info says it will let me change USERNAMES of u ppl so who wants a new name from meeee?????? :) :) :) :)
three [Shelly is so tired. And she's hungry and she's cold and her legs hurt and she needs to pee and this dumb backpack is too heavy and she keeps passing the same stupid house after walking and walking for like ever. What the heck is up with this crappy town, anyway?
She sniffles and wipes the tears from her cheeks with a fluffy mitten. Crying probably makes her look like a baby but she's not some football jocker who can just walk and walk in the snow forever.
When she sees the same house appear in the distance for what's probably like the millionth time, she lets out a pitiful whine and drops herself into the snow. Her pants are gonna get all wet but she doesn't care. It's not like her parents are around to yell at her about it. She frowns up at her companion.]
Can we just be done already? We've been walking all day.
[ he doesn't sleep very well in cold weather. he distinctly remembers nearly dying at one point in his very short lifetime in the cold, and needless to say, everything in this place is making him anxious.
giorno takes a look at the room again, taking in the surroundings as best as he can. chair. table. door. shelf. window. clock. he slides into the couch within view of the door, pulling his feet together underneath the blanket he'd managed to snag in the cold, and closes his eyes.
he bolts upright a few minutes later. ]
I thought I heard footsteps.
[ he takes off a ladybug pin from his suit with purpose, which he grips hard enough to leave indents on his palm ....
... and then looks at it in confusion, and strangely enough, fear. it's clear that he's expecting it to be something else; however, the lady bug pin stubbornly remains as it is. ]
... but how. [ giorno whispers. the chill he feels has nothing to do with the cold. ] And now, of all times!
[ he pricks his palm with the sharp end of the pin. when nothing happens, giorno puts the pin back onto his suit, looking pale. ]
We should - we should check out those - sounds. [ he clears his throat, trying to shake off the fear and apprehension he'd just felt, although it's difficult. ]
[Lotus looks a little unimpressed. Granted, that is her default expression, so who knows what it's worth. When she answers, it's hard to tell if it's sarcasm or true derision.] What, you don't have enough to think about already?
Uh did anyone else click on something weird? Pretty sure I didn't just imagine that happening, really hoping no one else saw that because... Yikes.
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[Skye did her best to ignore the sounds at first. Maybe she was just hallucinating, since everything else was quiet. Sometimes your hearing messed with you, right? But then she's awoken to the sound of a loud crash and she's on her feet in seconds.
She wasn't the only one who heard it though, and she looked at the other person who was awoken by the sounds.]
TWO @gameking U-um, excuse me - whoa! - whoever's in charge of the network might want to clean it up some.
[Somehow, in the midst of trying to click out of it, voice turns on. This technology is a little too advanced for poor Yuugi, who realizes he's probably going to get mistaken for a child whether by voice or looks.]
I mean, it's not the worst I've ever seen but it's a bit much...
FOUR [Yuugi doesn't scare very easily, at least not anymore. Having shared his body with the spirit of a Pharaoh for a good few years and had more than one supervillain after the Millennium Puzzle and the end of the world, he's used to it sadly enough. But an hour or so after lockdown, a noise sends chills down his spine from where he's hunched on a bed, shuffling through his deck rather than getting anything resembling sleep.
(How can he sleep? He's too worried.)
Violet eyes flick up to look at the door, pausing before turning his attention back to what he was doing. It's not much, but it's a comfort, knowing that he has his deck, like having friends there. Yuugi shuffles again before there's another noise and he strains his ears to hear, whispers coming from...somewhere. He turns his attention to the only other person in the room - someone strange and new - before speaking.]
...Did you say something?
[ooc: canon point is post series, pre-Dark Side of Dimensions c:]
[ It's a good thing that there are two beds. Vanitas is sitting up with his back against the headboard. Arms are folded against his chest and his attention is set on the falling snow outside of the window. The constant sound of the cards brushing against one another is much more enjoyable then the kid's stupid voice, but he's still pondering if it'll be worth disrupting by making him play fifty-two cards pick up.
The peace is shattered when Yuugi opens his mouth. Raising a brow as his gazes shifts to the kid. ]
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.
(@notajackass) H-Heeeey, so, has anyone else been getting the weird, virus-y looking horror film static on their network device? Or is it just me?
[With his luck, it's just him]
It only seems to happen when I try to open a new post…?
[...Question mark?
Maybe it's time to put the tablet down and go outside for some fresh air, Tim.]
(THREE) Walking in Circles
[He's freezing his ass off.
This isn't a new sensation, not by a long shot. He's had plenty of ass-freezing experiences before, on Elpis. Plenty of ass-burning experiences, too, truth be told. He still isn't sure which one he prefers, or if it's really possible to have a preference for one over the other. They both suck, each in their own, special way.
It's probably just the freezing temperature talking, but he never thought he would find himself longing for a firefight...just to break up the monotony, if nothing else. Though it would probably have the added benefit of warming him up, some…
But mostly he'd like some relief from the monotony. He squints suspiciously at a familiar-looking fence post. He could've sworn he's passed one that looks just like it already. Twice, even.]
Soooo, am I going nuts, or have we been through here already?
...and if I am going nuts, then. Could you. Uh. Keep it to yourself? ...Please? Thanks.
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Monty Navarro | A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder
@highhurst; audio
I beg your pardon... anyone? [Monty's tone is a little more shaken than he'd like it to be, but after opening a message with such disgusting things, he does want to check it's not just him.] I seem to be receiving access to rather unfortunate messages. I haven't the foggiest who they're really from. I fear they've disappeared now.
Ladies and young persons, please do be particularly careful. They were most disturbing things being shown in the messages.
FOUR
[Monty's on the floor, having gallantly offered the one bed in the house they've holed up in to his companion for the evening. If it's a young lady, there might well have been bowing, hand-kissing, and the assurance that a gentleman should always be happy to see to a woman's comfort. Men are given more direct and weary explanations of him managing perfectly well without. Perhaps an odd turn for a man who claims to be the Ninth Earl of Highhurst.
He's just starting to nod off, using his pack for a pillow, when there's the sudden pounding of feet overhead. Monty sits bolt upright, eyes wide.]
I say... did you hear that?
four
[Alfie is stretched out on the bed, his bags piled around him. He's not really concerned, but his hand still strays toward the pocket of his backpack where he keeps his scalpel.]
You get 'em in these houses sometimes. Knocks, voices.
[Footsteps.]
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Might be a glitch.
What did you see?
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Daniil Dankovsky | Pathologic
@bachelor; text
Attention, please.
There is some sort of visual abberation on the network. It's startling, to say the least, but I have yet to note any truly adverse effects. The cause, as far as I can tell, is attempted interaction with one of the... what's the word you people use, "newbies?"
Should my status change, I'll do my best to get the word out. If you have experienced something similar, please share. Collaboration is key.
four;
[ You can sleep when you're dead.
That is, of course, one of Dankovsky's many mottos, but in practice, it's entirely (and infuriatingly) infeasible. He's staked out the only bed in the place, because if he's going to get a few hours in they may as well be as comfortable as humanly possible, but something is... off... after a few long blinks.
The end table was not there when he entered the bedroom.
Certainly not.
Cer- ]
Am I losing my mind?
four;
I fear we may all be said to be suffering such a condition, sir. Is there something particular troubling you?
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two; @majesty; audio
sometimes the notebooks act funny
ms tifa says you shouldn't pay it any attention
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Elle Driver | Kill Bill
This is @californiagirl. If you try to contact me through that username, you'll reach no one, as I've changed it.
[Someone who doesn't have a very good sense of humor heard one too many allusions to a certain song ahead of her time.]
Questions?
three
Piss and Hell.
[The curse is muttered under clenched teeth, so it's easy to miss over the sound of the wind whipping past. Elle stops in her brisk pace as she catches sight of the building up ahead. Of course, of fucking course it's the same damn building that they've already passed five previous times. Her legs are tired, but an angry fire blazes in her gut.
Whatever's going on here...it's not going to win. She rustles through her bag and pulls out a cigarette before turning her eye toward her companion.]
You had the lighter, didn't you?
@ASolomons; text
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Hazuki Kashiwabara; "Lotus" | 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors
[Whatever she has found, Hazuki looks very satisfied with herself as she regards her tablet's camera. Even in the frumpy jacket provided to her upon arrival, she certainly isn't afraid to posture like she's still glamorous. She brushes her manicured fingers along her chin and gives a winning smile.]
So, I can't help but notice that some of you really drew the short stick on usernames. Guess there are a lot of you who have never touched a computer before. [While that's entirely true, there's a small undercurrent of derision in the statement. Still, she continues smiling like she hasn't said anything insulting.]
Fortunately, today is your lucky day! I found an app that expands my user privileges. I can change anyone's username to whatever I like. So if you have a crappy username, I'll gladly change it for a small fee.
[She means, of course, a trade. Her expression falls to something halfway between boredom and contempt as she continues, and she waves her hand in a dismissive manner.] But don't be an ass, or I'll give you something even worse. I'm not going to waste my time on fake offers.
THREE;
[Though she's been here long enough to settle into survival habits, there are a few critical things that Hazuki still lacks to really make her way in Norfinbury.
Like shoes that entirely cover her feet.
She's wrapped them up with torn up fabric scraps and plastic wrap, but underneath her jerry-rigged insulation they're still high heels. And she is absolutely miserable walking around in them. The rest of her outfit isn't exactly made for such conditions, either, and though she has the ugly jacket the town provided, she still finds herself frostbitten sooner rather than later.
When they pass the building with the fucking snowman for the fourth time today, she finally cracks under the compounded stress.] What the hell is going on here?! Is this some kind of a joke?
@quark; video; one
[Hie face lights up. He doesn't really dislike his username...it's his name, after all, but some people got so creative, he almost wishes he had come up with something a bit more interesting. And it wouldn't be so awkward introducing himself.]
What kind of username would you give me if you picked one? I'd have to think about what I want to ask for.
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one; @Ienzo, video
[He looks altogether unimpressed.]
You realize that we all have this application, don't you? Anyone who wants to change their username can do so themselves, without a 'fee'.
[He's going to have his username changed to @PretentiousAsshole or something for this, he can feel it.]
krieg | borderlands
FOUR
4! hello :>
Why is he singing?
She's already on edge with the weird noises this house insists on making, so when Krieg starts his weirdness up, she jumps, spinning around instinctively.]
Shit.
[Let her heart rate slow down for a second, Krieg.]
I'm gonna beat you into silence in two seconds if you don't shut up.
GREETINGS
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hahahahha wanna know what else will make your ears bleed? like a lot?????
shooting yourself. in the head.
;)
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4 | hello there!
He has taken off his armor to let it rest off to the side of the shelter that they've found. The space that it takes up, however, makes the area that much smaller. Not good! Also, he's starting to wonder where his head is -- every time he looks at his armor, it feels like it has moved from one side to the next. He starts to hold up his hands to make a gesture of where it was once to where it now is, before his shirtless friend starts screaming. ]
My friend! [ Reinhardt calls out before walking over to where he is shivering. ] That is not the way that the song goes! But you have a good start of it! [ He holds his chin as he looks at him, rubbing his beard. ] Also are you, perhaps, moving my armor while I am not looking? I don't mind. But it must be quite heavy for you. I don't want you to put out your back!
[ Throwing his head back, he laughs heartily before crouching down. ] Also, I have been thinking... your shirtless state is probably not good.
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hello shirtless grandson
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I... suppose that means you stumbled across one of the more unusual posts, too?
I shouldn't be surprised that you found them enjoyable, I guess. A taste of familiarity in a foreign environment is always
[ Comforting? Enjoyable? NEITHER OF THESE ARE THE RIGHT WORDS TO USE ABOUT DISTURBING JUNK HOLY HECK ]
welcome.
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are you really going to beat up this ten y/o girl krieg aka four
no he would never!!
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Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes | Overwatch
@badtotheboom, video;
[The sound of manic giggling can be heard before Junkrat's dirty face pops up on the screen with his trademark shit eating grin.]
Well ain't that a fine how do you do! [Another small giggle.] I could use more surprises like that.
[Someone is clearly amused by the flood of disturbing content.]
Four;
[Lockdown was hell for Junkrat. It was better than freezing to death of course, but he was far too restless to tolerate being locked in for long. He had hobbled his way through the building while scrounging around countless times since lockdown; always checking once again that things were still safe, but never quite being satisfied.
He eventually settles down though in a nice corner somewhere on the floor after getting his grubby hands on everything that could be used as a blanket and wrapping himself up in them. It didn't stop him from shivering though, but it was better than nothing. Still he wasn't going to get any good rest tonight. Especially not when he hears footsteps from somewhere in the house that shouldn't be.]
Oi mate, it's just you and me in here right?
[With a nervous chuckle, he looks over to his company for the night. s2g m8 he'll blow you sky high first chance he gets if ur fuckin' with him.]
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Having been standing off to the side, staring out the window to keep watch for anything peculiar. He is content to ignore the other man the rest of the evening. That is, until he too hears the footsteps, his eyes searching for where the source could be—but he could not determine it.]
As far as I am aware, aye, 'tis none but you and I within this abode...
[regardless, he continues to watch around them, for anything that might give away whose footsteps those belonged to. An anomaly, perhaps? He hopes not, little is he armed to deal with such a thing. And this freakish man would likely just get in the way.]
cuz these two can't be bad together lol
i had to... 2
omg good also 1/3 gomen
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Leo Fitz | Agents of SHIELD
Did..is anyone else having a bit of--ah--trouble with their..with their..
[Fitz trails off and he's glad, once again, that he opted for audio right now because he closes his eyes and snaps his fingers, trying to find the words.]
Device. Their device. [There we go.] Strange, um, ads or something like that? It's not on my screen anymore but it was.
[Or maybe he was just going crazy like Coulson.]
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[By this point, Fitz was sure that he had passed by the same cluster of rubble several times already. It was starting to look familiar, as familiar as a bunch of rubble in the snow could look, and it was making his head hurt trying to process it.
The young man stopped walking rather suddenly, hands clenched into fists as he tapped them against his temples and tried to get his bearings.]
This isn't right. Something isn't right.
[His hands unclenched and he dragged them down his face, turning to look at his traveling companion then turning in a full circle to look around at everything.]
This is..it's all the same. Everything's the same. We aren't--this isn't--we need to try something else!
@betterhalf; text
Not that he'll admit he was ensnared in the same way. :) ]
Looks like it's just you. Aren't you special.
@labmonkey ; voice forever
@betterhalf; text forever cause he's a butt
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Clint Barton | Marvel 616
@hawkguy; audio
Whoa! [ Okay, not cool, tablet thing. The whole - all of that. All of that gore and glitchy nonsense that just popped up on his screen? That's not cool at all. ] Okay, well. When you're done with that you can just let me know, tablet guy. Get it out of your system. I'm going to just be over here, not having a heart attack.
Aww, tablet, really? And I'm recording. When did I even hit that button... uh, hey guys.
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Sooo... [ Clint pauses, staring up at the building. He glances at his partner, and then back at the house. Long, awkward pause, and then: ] So does this look familiar to you? Like 'hey I'm pretty sure we've just gone in a big circle, twice' familiar?
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
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glitching not clutching stupid autocorrect
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Shelly Spritzel | The Weather Man
hi every1!!!! i found sumthing RLY COOL n i want to try it out!!!! the info says it will let me change USERNAMES of u ppl so who wants a new name from meeee?????? :) :) :) :)
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[Shelly is so tired. And she's hungry and she's cold and her legs hurt and she needs to pee and this dumb backpack is too heavy and she keeps passing the same stupid house after walking and walking for like ever. What the heck is up with this crappy town, anyway?
She sniffles and wipes the tears from her cheeks with a fluffy mitten. Crying probably makes her look like a baby but she's not some football jocker who can just walk and walk in the snow forever.
When she sees the same house appear in the distance for what's probably like the millionth time, she lets out a pitiful whine and drops herself into the snow. Her pants are gonna get all wet but she doesn't care. It's not like her parents are around to yell at her about it. She frowns up at her companion.]
Can we just be done already? We've been walking all day.
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giorno giovanna / jjba: va
GExxx
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one; @Lotus, video
Skye | Agents of SHIELD
Uh did anyone else click on something weird? Pretty sure I didn't just imagine that happening, really hoping no one else saw that because... Yikes.
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[Skye did her best to ignore the sounds at first. Maybe she was just hallucinating, since everything else was quiet. Sometimes your hearing messed with you, right? But then she's awoken to the sound of a loud crash and she's on her feet in seconds.
She wasn't the only one who heard it though, and she looked at the other person who was awoken by the sounds.]
Please tell me you hear that too.
two. @hawke
did yours also include a strange fondness for farm animals?
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Yuugi Muto | YGO:DM
@gameking
U-um, excuse me - whoa! - whoever's in charge of the network might want to clean it up some.
[Somehow, in the midst of trying to click out of it, voice turns on. This technology is a little too advanced for poor Yuugi, who realizes he's probably going to get mistaken for a child whether by voice or looks.]
I mean, it's not the worst I've ever seen but it's a bit much...
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[Yuugi doesn't scare very easily, at least not anymore. Having shared his body with the spirit of a Pharaoh for a good few years and had more than one supervillain after the Millennium Puzzle and the end of the world, he's used to it sadly enough. But an hour or so after lockdown, a noise sends chills down his spine from where he's hunched on a bed, shuffling through his deck rather than getting anything resembling sleep.
(How can he sleep? He's too worried.)
Violet eyes flick up to look at the door, pausing before turning his attention back to what he was doing. It's not much, but it's a comfort, knowing that he has his deck, like having friends there. Yuugi shuffles again before there's another noise and he strains his ears to hear, whispers coming from...somewhere. He turns his attention to the only other person in the room - someone strange and new - before speaking.]
...Did you say something?
[ooc: canon point is post series, pre-Dark Side of Dimensions c:]
sorry I'm late <3
The peace is shattered when Yuugi opens his mouth. Raising a brow as his gazes shifts to the kid. ]
Does it look like I said something?
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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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Jack (Timothy Lawrence) || Borderlands
H-Heeeey, so, has anyone else been getting the weird, virus-y looking horror film static on their network device? Or is it just me?
[With his luck, it's just him]
It only seems to happen when I try to open a new post…?
[...Question mark?
Maybe it's time to put the tablet down and go outside for some fresh air, Tim.]
(THREE) Walking in Circles
This isn't a new sensation, not by a long shot. He's had plenty of ass-freezing experiences before, on Elpis. Plenty of ass-burning experiences, too, truth be told. He still isn't sure which one he prefers, or if it's really possible to have a preference for one over the other. They both suck, each in their own, special way.
It's probably just the freezing temperature talking, but he never thought he would find himself longing for a firefight...just to break up the monotony, if nothing else. Though it would probably have the added benefit of warming him up, some…
But mostly he'd like some relief from the monotony. He squints suspiciously at a familiar-looking fence post. He could've sworn he's passed one that looks just like it already. Twice, even.]
Soooo, am I going nuts, or have we been through here already?
...and if I am going nuts, then. Could you. Uh. Keep it to yourself? ...Please? Thanks.