Seventh Message [Audio | Cell Phone -> Video | Scratch Paper]

[scramasax]

[Whether this is a moment of weakness or resolve injecting itself into his previous telling himself that this would by necessity come forward in the future isn't a thing he cares to interpret. In either case, it's not unprompted, and he's willed himself and put in some effort to hold that abnormality binds everyone together as the point to take away from it. It's the core of this and from there, it's a thing to be shared.

He doesn't sound unnerved - more distinctly glum.]

...Hello... everyone.

This is Anthony Janvier.

I - should've been... open... about - this, sooner. ...I was at the mine... but if anyone - hasn't seen yet... this is the - ...This is what I was "alarmed" by... when I sent the last text message.

[He considers adding in a request to take it calmly, but not everyone hasn't - after the message everyone he'd known had expected something; Colette hadn't, and she'd acted as if she hadn't noticed.

He goes for a sheet of paper he keeps close by with his number on it. His voice does go a tad tense here.]

Here I am.

[When the visual comes on, Anthony's got his hands clasped vertically together, looking at some spot below the paper, and then awkwardly up to it. He is taking a breath. For those who haven't seen yet, his look is in short deathly - necrotic, more candidly. Gray skin, faded and dry hair and eyes. Bat bites from the mine fight are only halfway healed on his face.]

Is it working...? [Little vocal crack there. He's wincing a little, but brings his tone smoother again, if not neatly. He's half-rehearsed this.]

If anyone's. Er - concerned... it's - not as bad as it looks... I'm getting used to it. ...And also I have a -- higher tolerance for pain now.

I do -- know -- what it looks like... -- I just thought that it should be something known - sooner or later. ...It could change, more extremely. [Rather not put it as "get worse" for now.] The way it does for most of the rest of us. There - shouldn't - be any point in hiding from each other. ...Should there?

Again, please - no one has to worry -- about me. I mean. ...I'm taken care of, more than enough. ...Thank you. [Small bow of the head, and ends.]

Adventure 03 | Audio

[italktofish]

Hello there, everyone! I know the things that happened in the mines were absolutely HORRENDOUS, and I know several of you have been feeling down! But you can't give up!

[And Arthur will begin to sing THIS. It is also entirely possible the sound of running water might be heard in the background, for he is singing in the shower.]

I call it my ROUSING SONG OF HEROISM!

I heard it was hot and people like to do things when it's hot, so I made this post

[struckout]

What: Big summer festival/party/fair/run/concert/etc.
Where: Locke City University campus.
When: June 21st - 28th.

( Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. )

[Audio || Patch of ground]

[sacrifice_everything]

[Hello, citizens of Locke City. Have a very happy, exhausted-sounded cat.]

Everyone, I'd like you to know that I know how to get to the network outside now! I don't have to be a house cat anymore! [She's so proud of herself.]

I mean... well, Mary didn't want to come with me, but it's so cool! I'm completely free, I can live wherever I want now!

...I'm really hungry though.

[Guess she didn't think of that.]

[Phone, semi-accidental... god help him]

[salvagedlight]

[He's been resisting it for awhile, now. But that string of numbers just won't leave him alone, and it's getting to the point where even his dreams have gotten infected with it. So, finally one night, walking back to the closet of an apartment he's sharing with his brother, Ben juggles the phone out of his pocket without dropping his bag or his coffee and slowly punches it in, with a hesitation between each number.]

[Random passerby can be forgiven for turning to look at him as he yells in surprise as his phone screen is suddenly flooded with text, both hand-written and typed, as well as a myriad of voices coming out of the speaker only for him. The poor coffee goes flying and the poor phone is dropped as well - at least it drops on grass so it doesn't break?]

What's going on here?