savetheearth | track four, video; stupid o'clock at night

[Been a while since he's done a post on the network! His shades are off, so those creepy red-and-black robot eyes are on display for all to see. He waves with a quick flick of his clearly now-ball-jointed wrist, laying his hand down back by his side.

He gestures to the window, where the pink light is clearly visible--before bringing a bottle of Kraken into frame, pouring a glass--showing that his elbow joint is just as artificial.]

Christ. Just gets worse, doesn't it?

[his cat jumps up into the frame, and Raul holds her back, scritching behind her ears and murmuring.]

Welcome to all the newbies, by the way. Got something from the light--

[and he bends down slightly, retrieving a record in a paper sheath.]

It's mostly blank, smooth - I'd guess there's not much on it. Label's handwritten, see?

[and he holds it up. Cheap, yellowed label says "HOPE RIDES ALONE" on it.]

I figure wherever it came from, it was some serious bootleg or DIY shit. Haven't listened to it yet, thought it'd be best to do it here. Could be something cool, right?

[Aaand Raul moves over in his apartment, dropping the disc onto a turntable.

The music begins. before long, a voice kicks in.

The song takes a while to run its course and tell its story, and then, finally, silence. Instead of commenting on it, Raul practically hyperventilates - not good. He's clearly been bothered as it went on, but he needed to see it through. GUESS WHO JUST GOT AN ECHO, NUMBERS CLUB. Not a fun one, either. And he's moving...pretty sluggishly now. More than that, he almost fell when he tried to scramble to shut off the video.]

Shit--what the fuck?! No, no no no, they just--

[and he finally manages to shut the video off. it'll be a while before he replies.]

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God damn it, not again.

Raul, talk to me dude, what happened?

[a little while later...]

i remember it.

all of it. the night it was talking about.

and for the icing on top? i can barely move.

Wow

Fuck our lives

yeah

that pretty much covers it.

Got you right in the flashback, did it? You going to be okay?

yeah.

i'll be fine.

[the future-tense being the key there]

That's the important part, right?

anything you need in the interim? A distraction, maybe?

couldn't hurt.

what've you got

I can do story time, various games, spam you with youtube links until your brains leak out your ears, pick your poison.

Maybe next time you should preview your mysterious pulse gifts before sharing them with the network. Less awkward for everyone involved.

[ E L L I E ]

y'know i was about to get mad but that's actually not a bad idea

I can dispense more helpful life advice if you like.
Have you tried looking both ways before you cross the road? :p

it occurred to me once or twice but y'know sometimes you just got places to be...

What did it do to you?

i remember that night. that's what it did.

You don't mean... in the song, do you?

exactly what i mean, actually

...I see. So it's connected to you in more ways than just belonging to you.

i think it might have been an underground thing in the city it talked about.

some kind of art of resistance, i guess?

Using music to fight back... Against whom?

i'd guess the doctor it talked about. wily.

against the general way things were in that city.

whoever did it was probably all talk anyway

[he doesn't remember anyone being truly willing to do anything on that night in the City. they followed him to the fortress, but they wouldn't lift a finger.]

Maybe.

[oh he's been there]

Are you quite all right?

not so much.

i will be, though.

thanks

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