track one | text/audio;

[hopediesalone]

[Ok. Let’s just...try to figure this out. For a long time, Blues hasn’t been able to get these numbers out of his head. And recently, they’d come back in full force. His first thought’s to Google it, but instead he tosses open a new document on his laptop, kicks back in his seat, and types the access number in. the laptop's mic is active, so there's bits of ambient noise and keystroke sounds.]

41214000

cipher? not your basic alphanumeric cipher, fucking things can’t use zeroes and there are too many possibilities for the first five digits

can’t be a phone number.

zip code maybe, but then what’s with the zeroes?

musical notation? no that doesn’t make sense either

Hell, probably meaningless. You’re just putting off work by doing this anyway, Blues. haha right like there’s any real work to do right now

a fixation on something useful would be nice?

[looks like he hasn’t quite figured it out yet. give him a second. then, a man's voice.]

The fuck...?

[Going silent for just a second.]

Someone's gotta be fucking with me here. Or not. Whatever. Can anyone even hear this? Ah, to hell with it.

[back to text]

hello world

two; video

[enrages]

[ The camera's pointed at a precious cutie scottie dog dressed in the most ridiculous dog outfit imaginable. The dog is currently licking its crotch. Karson's speaking from behind the camera. ]

Hey, network for assholes. Today's the most important day of the year, and I swear to god, if a single one of you is completely unaware of what day it is, I'm going to vomit all over this screen, and then, instead of guessing the day, you'll get to guess what I had for lunch.

So, you know what day it is today? It's America Day-- a day to celebrate the glorious freedom we could have if we'd all stop voting for Obama. A day to celebrate how, a fuckton of years ago, a bunch of powerful white men dressed in embarrassingly racist Native American costumes and wasted a lot of tea by dumping into a bay, killing all wildlife that might have lived there. It's to celebrate a revolution that was started by the murder of a freeman named Crispus Attucks, and it's to celebrate the first successful democracy ever created by a civilized nation. It's the day where we should all stand up for our rights and fight to bear arms!

[ The dog gets up and wanders over to Karson. He stops his rant for a moment to deliver a few pets. The dog promptly lies down and rolls over, demanding belly rubs. Karson delivers. ]

So get your fireworks, hold them high, and set that shit on fire--- except don't do it while it's in your hand, that's incredibly dangerous. Enjoy the light show tonight, and remember that thousands of people have died horrible, gangrene-filled deaths for freedom with a dash of democracy. God bless America, or whatever higher leveled deity you might worship.

[Video] An important message from your local stoner.

[coulrage]

[The video feed is basically just a shot of his jaw, which is covered in little specks of minor burns. Interesting for those who know him offline, he's missing his makeup just for this.]

P-S-A, don't try to light sparklers with a cigarette. You get these little fuckers all over your face. [That chuckle betrays that he's still not exactly sober at the moment.] Y'all prob'ly know that but just in case.

[Text | Smartphone]

[shiromadoushi]

I've got an open pool and burgers enough for 10 people. Who wants in?

There's a catch, mind. I have to actually know who the heck you are and know you well enough to invite you to my house.

(no subject)

[shiromadoushi]

Who: Bakura and those he gave his address to
What: An unofficial 4th party!
When: 7/4, after 3 pm
Where: Bakura's back yard.

( Swimming, burgers and card games. Someone play a Red White and Blue deck. )