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Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[He turns the tablet around to show a sparsely furnished but otherwise perfectly normal-looking room. There's a window in view, but no disturbing figures are peering through it as far as can be seen.]
See anything?
[The barely-restrained edge of panic in his voice and the ever-so slight shaking of the tablet probably make it very obvious that Jay definitely does see something there.]
[ He almost hopes he'll see something - he knows how this feels, particularly when you're alone and vulnerable. But... ]
Nnnnope.
[ He's trying to sound reassuring, but it just falls flat. How can he even help with this? He doesn't know Jay's location, and even if he did there'd be no guarantee he'd be able to get to him before nightfall.
He might not know much about this place, but Tim knows he does not want to be out there in the elements at night. ]
Try - try find a bathroom. There might be a medicine cabinet.
And what, just. Down someone else's pills? What are even the chances of finding the right kind of medicine?
[He's still far from comfortable with Tim's trust in his medication. It just doesn't make sense to him that something so simple could be a real defence against the kind of things they've faced.
Even so, he gets up and starts looking around. It's not like there's anything better for him to do.
Before long, he locates a bathroom and zeroes in on what sure looks like a medicine cabinet. Unfortunately, the only medicine in it is a half-empty bottle of cough syrup.]
I think someone's been here before me. The whole place is cleaned out.
[ Tim is like... 99% sure that cough syrup isn't going to help. It might even make things worse. Can't you get high off that stuff?
Yeah, no. No cough syrup for Jay.
He swears lightly under his breath and runs his free hand through his hair. He really, really wants a cigarette right now. And maybe a car. And a heated blanket, if he's getting the full three wishes here. ]
Okay, just... stay calm...
[ He's talking as much to himself as he is to Jay. A quick glance out of a nearby window reminds him that there isn't long before it'll start to get dark. ]
So - where are you? I mean, are there any landmarks, or...?
[Meanwhile, all Jay really wants is his camera. He'd feel so much safer with it.
He walks over to the nearest window, with a view to a snow-covered street that looks pretty much exactly the same as all the others.]
There's a lot of snow.
[Which, granted, is kind of a special landmark in itself to someone born and raised in the South, but not especially helpful right now. He gives a frustrated sigh.]
If we head out there we're pretty likely to get lost.
[ Tim presses a hand against his forehead and rubs it wearily. ]
...Helpful.
[ Though really. What had he been expecting? It isn't like he's seen anything but snow and streets himself, either. He'd been unsettled by it before, but now he's just frustrated. ]
I could... I don't know, walk around and yell for you or something. To see if you can hear from where you are...
[ There is, of course, a massive problem with this idea. Aside from the whole "going out into the snow this late" thing. ]
But you'd have to open the window.
[ And he knows that'd be the last thing he'd want to do in Jay's position, if he's hallucinating that thing. ]
[There's a very long pause. Jay's still holding the tablet like a camera, pointing it out to the window rather than at himself.]
I dunno if that's such a good idea.
[Actually, that sounds like the worst possible idea. Opening a window is indeed the last thing he wants to do. It'd mean anyone could get in. Or worse, anything.
Not that closed windows have ever been any kind of deterrent against things getting in, but he really doesn't want to think about that.]
It might be better to wait overnight before going out, at least. It'd be safer.
[ Jay's probably right. It's one night, after all. Maybe tomorrow they can try to get their bearings and find each other? And by then, Jay might even be more receptive to taking some of Tim's medication.
That does mean it'll run out faster, though.
Urgh. ]
Yeah, okay. We can sit it out for now. Since, y'know, there's nothing really there...
[ He peers out of the window again, as though he's going to miraculously spot Jay or something. Spoilers: he doesn't. ]
[After another night of cabin fever, Jay is definitely not going to be more receptive to taking some of Tim's medication. By that point he might not even be receptive to talking to Tim at all. Thanks paranoia!!]
Yeah, I'll... I'll do that.
[Of course he was going to keep the camera on. Who does Tim think he's talking to?]
Good thing these tablets seem to have pretty long-lived batteries.
Yeah. You know anyone who's had to charge theirs yet?
[ Giving the window one last look - nope, still no signs of life - he sinks to the floor. He may as well get comfortable, since it looks like he'll be sitting things out here all night.
And it's not like there'll be much chance of him getting any sleep, if Jay's hallucinations continue. Bros don't leave bros alone with their terrifying visions, bro. Bro. ]
Maybe it's solar powered.
[ Haha what a funny joke. More like SNOWlar powered, right kids ]
No, but it's not like I've been chatting with a lot of people here.
[Having conversations with other people is weiiiiiiiiird.
Jay settles down as well. He could theoretically try to find a bed or something, but getting too comfortable would mean risking falling asleep, and that's not an option right now.]
I'm not sure I even want to know what it's powered by.
[Of course he does want to know because Jays gonna Jay, but it also creeps him out. This place is an all new type of weird and he does not like it.]
[ Tim hasn't been talking to people much, either. Having everyone you've ever befriended go nuts and/or die will do that to a guy. Trusting is haaaaard. ]
I know what you mean. It's like - the more you find out these days, the worse things get.
[ He pauses to cough a little, which reminds him that he should probably be taking his meds right now. He raises his water bottle in the tablet's direction as he fishes it out of his pocket along with his pills. ]
[If Jay was feeling self-deprecating, he'd say that he lost all chances at blissful ignorance a long time ago. If not the day he first started going through Alex's tapes, at least some time since then.
He just digs out his water bottle instead, finally turning the tablet back to face himself.]
Cheers.
[Rather than drink right away, though, he eyes that pill bottle apprehensively.]
[ He gives Jay an evasive shrug, swigs from his bottle and knocks back one of the pills. The question of his medication supply isn't something he likes thinking about. ]
Uhh... Enough for now. Half a bottle?
[ More like a third. But there's no sense in adding any more reasons for Jay to be paranoid, right? ]
I'm not gonna - [he wiggles his fingers in front of his face] - get in that state again any time soon. There's nothing to worry about.
[Can you hear the trust in that voice? Probably not, because there isn't a lot of it there. He knows you're a liar, Tim. He knows.
He takes a little sip of his water and falls quiet for a while, staring off at nothing in particular. At least for the moment the hallucinations aren't actively terrifying, just distracting.]
[ Oh, ouch. It's not like Tim can take offense, since he did kind of maybe just lie a tiny bit, but ouch. Rude.
Since he can't really say something in his defense without being a dick of the highest magnitude, he goes quiet too. It isn't long before he starts feeling restless and awkward, though, and he stands up to look out of the window again.
With the tablet still on the floor, Jay is getting an impressive view of Tim's left shoe. ]
It sure gets dark fast here.
[ Compared to back home, anyway. Unless you count that one time that Tim doesn't want to think about right now.
Are Jay's hallucinations a sign that the thing is here, somewhere? Or that it's coming?
What if it is.
What if Tim has led it to a fresh batch of victims. Again. ]
[Jay feels a little bad for that. Tim's had it rough, he doesn't deserve to be shat on more. But the anger about Jessica still hasn't completely drained out of him, and the paranoia isn't helping with that one bit, so he doesn't apologise.]
Yeah. Makes sense if we're somewhere up north, right?
[It was December last time he checked a calendar, darkest time of the year. Not that there's any way of knowing how much time he might have lost since then. It could just as well be July and they're in Antarctica or something.]
[ "We've all been relocated to Alaska for mysterious spooky reasons" isn't any more unlikely than any other explanation for this mess, is it? Not that Tim's too intent on working it all out. There's literally no way it could ever possibly make sense, so what would be the point.
There just isn't any way of rationalising "Jay was dead and now he isn't."
Apart from "this is all a delusion," naturally. But again, Tim doesn't want to think too hard about that in case it all crumbles around him. ]
You tested all the lights there? Find any working ones?
[As long as he doesn't burn the house down. It sucks when that happens.
There's another one of those awkward silences. Talking about practical issues is a lot more comfortable than addressing any of the numerous elephants hovering around the room, but it's taking more and more effort to avoid just saying what he's thinking.]
...Listen, Tim, I'm- sorry. About that whole thing.
[ Oh. Okay. He can't help the little involuntary surprised glance he gives the tablet screen, but he quickly turns his gaze away and settles his features into a more casual expression. Because, you know, he's Tim, and he's really cool. Super cool and together and not an emotional wreck. Cool. Just call him Cool Tim. Dang. Cool Man Tim. Yeah. ]
Yeah, I know. It's - just don't worry about it. I mean, if I hadn't, you know...
[ He shrugs, raising his hands in the universally-accepted gesture for 'MY BAD, LOL.' ]
...Messed up like I did, nothing would've happened. So...
[ God, he is so cool. And his voice totally isn't doing that thing where he over-emphasises how casual he is about everything. God, just. So cool. ]
how the fuck am i supposed to reply when you use that icon
[Tim, please. You're not fooling anyone. Not even Jay.]
Well, yeah, but...
[He only barely manages to keep himself from asking about Jessica. What if Tim knows where she is, or if she's still alive? What other secrets has he been keeping?
He tries to push those thoughts out of his head. Even if he can't trust Tim completely, he's still the only friend Jay has in this place.]
I can't really hold that against you. It's not like I've never messed up, myself.
[And the Understatement of the Century Award goes to...]
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You brought this on yourself. Your fault. YOUR FAULT
[ Jesus H Christ that brings the faintest shadow of an amused smilelet to Tim's face. Briefly. BUT IT WAS THERE. ]
Maybe once or twice. But it's - you know. Water under the bridge. We all make mistakes, and -
[ sometimes those mistakes get friends killed. Tim's breath hitches a little, but he quickly turns it into a fake cough. Which becomes a real cough, naturally, because Tim. ]
[If Jay was a little more observant, he might be concerned about that little pause there. Because he is not, he's only concerned about the coughing.]
Yeah, I guess. I just, y'know. Wanted to set the record straight, or whatever.
[It doesn't occur to him to find it strange that he no longer feels as furious at Tim as he did before. It's almost like some kind of influence has lifted from him or something. Weird how that happens.]
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[He turns the tablet around to show a sparsely furnished but otherwise perfectly normal-looking room. There's a window in view, but no disturbing figures are peering through it as far as can be seen.]
See anything?
[The barely-restrained edge of panic in his voice and the ever-so slight shaking of the tablet probably make it very obvious that Jay definitely does see something there.]
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Nnnnope.
[ He's trying to sound reassuring, but it just falls flat. How can he even help with this? He doesn't know Jay's location, and even if he did there'd be no guarantee he'd be able to get to him before nightfall.
He might not know much about this place, but Tim knows he does not want to be out there in the elements at night. ]
Try - try find a bathroom. There might be a medicine cabinet.
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[He's still far from comfortable with Tim's trust in his medication. It just doesn't make sense to him that something so simple could be a real defence against the kind of things they've faced.
Even so, he gets up and starts looking around. It's not like there's anything better for him to do.
Before long, he locates a bathroom and zeroes in on what sure looks like a medicine cabinet. Unfortunately, the only medicine in it is a half-empty bottle of cough syrup.]
I think someone's been here before me. The whole place is cleaned out.
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Yeah, no. No cough syrup for Jay.
He swears lightly under his breath and runs his free hand through his hair. He really, really wants a cigarette right now. And maybe a car. And a heated blanket, if he's getting the full three wishes here. ]
Okay, just... stay calm...
[ He's talking as much to himself as he is to Jay. A quick glance out of a nearby window reminds him that there isn't long before it'll start to get dark. ]
So - where are you? I mean, are there any landmarks, or...?
[ Grasping at straws? YEP. ]
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He walks over to the nearest window, with a view to a snow-covered street that looks pretty much exactly the same as all the others.]
There's a lot of snow.
[Which, granted, is kind of a special landmark in itself to someone born and raised in the South, but not especially helpful right now. He gives a frustrated sigh.]
If we head out there we're pretty likely to get lost.
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[ Tim presses a hand against his forehead and rubs it wearily. ]
...Helpful.
[ Though really. What had he been expecting? It isn't like he's seen anything but snow and streets himself, either. He'd been unsettled by it before, but now he's just frustrated. ]
I could... I don't know, walk around and yell for you or something. To see if you can hear from where you are...
[ There is, of course, a massive problem with this idea. Aside from the whole "going out into the snow this late" thing. ]
But you'd have to open the window.
[ And he knows that'd be the last thing he'd want to do in Jay's position, if he's hallucinating that thing. ]
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I dunno if that's such a good idea.
[Actually, that sounds like the worst possible idea. Opening a window is indeed the last thing he wants to do. It'd mean anyone could get in. Or worse, anything.
Not that closed windows have ever been any kind of deterrent against things getting in, but he really doesn't want to think about that.]
It might be better to wait overnight before going out, at least. It'd be safer.
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That does mean it'll run out faster, though.
Urgh. ]
Yeah, okay. We can sit it out for now. Since, y'know, there's nothing really there...
[ He peers out of the window again, as though he's going to miraculously spot Jay or something. Spoilers: he doesn't. ]
Keep the camera on, though.
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Yeah, I'll... I'll do that.
[Of course he was going to keep the camera on. Who does Tim think he's talking to?]
Good thing these tablets seem to have pretty long-lived batteries.
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[ Giving the window one last look - nope, still no signs of life - he sinks to the floor. He may as well get comfortable, since it looks like he'll be sitting things out here all night.
And it's not like there'll be much chance of him getting any sleep, if Jay's hallucinations continue. Bros don't leave bros alone with their terrifying visions, bro. Bro. ]
Maybe it's solar powered.
[ Haha what a funny joke. More like SNOWlar powered, right kids ]
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[Having conversations with other people is weiiiiiiiiird.
Jay settles down as well. He could theoretically try to find a bed or something, but getting too comfortable would mean risking falling asleep, and that's not an option right now.]
I'm not sure I even want to know what it's powered by.
[Of course he does want to know because Jays gonna Jay, but it also creeps him out. This place is an all new type of weird and he does not like it.]
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[ Tim hasn't been talking to people much, either. Having everyone you've ever befriended go nuts and/or die will do that to a guy. Trusting is haaaaard. ]
I know what you mean. It's like - the more you find out these days, the worse things get.
[ He pauses to cough a little, which reminds him that he should probably be taking his meds right now. He raises his water bottle in the tablet's direction as he fishes it out of his pocket along with his pills. ]
A toast to blissful ignorance.
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He just digs out his water bottle instead, finally turning the tablet back to face himself.]
Cheers.
[Rather than drink right away, though, he eyes that pill bottle apprehensively.]
How many of those you got left?
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Uhh... Enough for now. Half a bottle?
[ More like a third. But there's no sense in adding any more reasons for Jay to be paranoid, right? ]
I'm not gonna - [he wiggles his fingers in front of his face] - get in that state again any time soon. There's nothing to worry about.
[ Everything is fine. ]
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[Can you hear the trust in that voice? Probably not, because there isn't a lot of it there. He knows you're a liar, Tim. He knows.
He takes a little sip of his water and falls quiet for a while, staring off at nothing in particular. At least for the moment the hallucinations aren't actively terrifying, just distracting.]
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Since he can't really say something in his defense without being a dick of the highest magnitude, he goes quiet too. It isn't long before he starts feeling restless and awkward, though, and he stands up to look out of the window again.
With the tablet still on the floor, Jay is getting an impressive view of Tim's left shoe. ]
It sure gets dark fast here.
[ Compared to back home, anyway. Unless you count that one time that Tim doesn't want to think about right now.
Are Jay's hallucinations a sign that the thing is here, somewhere? Or that it's coming?
What if it is.
What if Tim has led it to a fresh batch of victims. Again. ]
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Yeah. Makes sense if we're somewhere up north, right?
[It was December last time he checked a calendar, darkest time of the year. Not that there's any way of knowing how much time he might have lost since then. It could just as well be July and they're in Antarctica or something.]
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[ "We've all been relocated to Alaska for mysterious spooky reasons" isn't any more unlikely than any other explanation for this mess, is it? Not that Tim's too intent on working it all out. There's literally no way it could ever possibly make sense, so what would be the point.
There just isn't any way of rationalising "Jay was dead and now he isn't."
Apart from "this is all a delusion," naturally. But again, Tim doesn't want to think too hard about that in case it all crumbles around him. ]
You tested all the lights there? Find any working ones?
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Nothing. Any luck on your end?
[It would be pretty sweet if at least some of the houses here turned out to have power.]
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[ He sits back down on the floor, depriving Jay of that fantastic view of his shoe. But now the sideburns are visible, so it probably evens out. ]
Got a lighter, though. I can start a fire if I have to.
[ Since Alex isn't here to do that for him. So inconsiderate, god. ]
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[As long as he doesn't burn the house down. It sucks when that happens.
There's another one of those awkward silences. Talking about practical issues is a lot more comfortable than addressing any of the numerous elephants hovering around the room, but it's taking more and more effort to avoid just saying what he's thinking.]
...Listen, Tim, I'm- sorry. About that whole thing.
[You know. The thing.]
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Yeah, I know. It's - just don't worry about it. I mean, if I hadn't, you know...
[ He shrugs, raising his hands in the universally-accepted gesture for 'MY BAD, LOL.' ]
...Messed up like I did, nothing would've happened. So...
[ God, he is so cool. And his voice totally isn't doing that thing where he over-emphasises how casual he is about everything. God, just. So cool. ]
how the fuck am i supposed to reply when you use that icon
Well, yeah, but...
[He only barely manages to keep himself from asking about Jessica. What if Tim knows where she is, or if she's still alive? What other secrets has he been keeping?
He tries to push those thoughts out of his head. Even if he can't trust Tim completely, he's still the only friend Jay has in this place.]
I can't really hold that against you. It's not like I've never messed up, myself.
[And the Understatement of the Century Award goes to...]
You brought this on yourself. Your fault. YOUR FAULT
Maybe once or twice. But it's - you know. Water under the bridge. We all make mistakes, and -
[ sometimes those mistakes get friends killed. Tim's breath hitches a little, but he quickly turns it into a fake cough. Which becomes a real cough, naturally, because Tim. ]
- Life's too short. You know?
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Yeah, I guess. I just, y'know. Wanted to set the record straight, or whatever.
[It doesn't occur to him to find it strange that he no longer feels as furious at Tim as he did before. It's almost like some kind of influence has lifted from him or something. Weird how that happens.]
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