shut_up_idiot: (Drinking alone)
Kurogane (黒鋼) ([personal profile] shut_up_idiot) wrote in [community profile] savetheearth2013-09-24 06:20 am

Text -> Action; Here is your wine, And your drunken fall...

[ The note is written on a napkin, the letters a bit wonky and uneven but still relatively legible. ]

What if these memory things are just like little parasites taking over our brains what if in the end it'll up being them walking around instead of us like were just some kind of hosts like in a bad sci-fi movie

I just want it to stop it's messed up fucked up and I'm getting really sick of it I just want my blasted life back!!!

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[ Evening has made it's way into night and the bar Youou finally ended up in after he had left his apartment in a blind panic isn't as crowded as it was when he first arrived. He's sitting by the bar on the seat closest to the door and while he's not completely plastered he's still working his way up to getting pretty well drunk. You might recognize him from his sporadic appearances on the network, or you might not.

On the bar, close to his left hand and easily visibly for anyone getting close enough, lies a napkin just like the ones delivered with the drinks served on which he's scribbled something. From a first glance it looks like just someone's drunken ramblings, albeit of the weird and paranoid kind, and what those numbers on top of it are supposed to mean could just be anyone's guess. Of course if someone were to guess that this was to allow said drunken ramblings to be viewed on a secret network, well, they would be absolutely right. At the moment Youou is not really sure why he decided that this message was so important that it had to be sent right here and now, apart from the fact that it seemed like a really good idea at the time, but he's also not exactly inclined to care much about it either.
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[ooc: This post is backdated to monday evening/night.]
searchforpeace: ([23] Side by side)

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[personal profile] searchforpeace 2013-09-24 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a touch of distortion but it isn't any less legible than some normal bits of handwriting. What comes back to him is written on the back of a scrap sheet of music Audrey was idling composing on. Forgive the few notes here and there.]

I've wondered such myself. I had plans and goals, now those are... difficult at best.
searchforpeace: ([01] Take my faith in your hands)

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[personal profile] searchforpeace 2013-09-25 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't say I care for the woman I'm remembering much either. She seems... harsh.

It seems... doesn't it seem irresponsible to you to simply go back to trying to live a regular life?
searchforpeace: ([58] Believe it)

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[personal profile] searchforpeace 2013-09-26 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
If anything, I feel sadder. Or perhaps more determined.

I can't really do the same. There's something about this... I don't know. There's something that makes it hard for me to simply go on with anything like a normal life. If there really is an alien invasion coming, I have to do something.

[By now Audrey's neat handwriting is decaying just a touch.]

I can't be like her. I can't stand by and be so matter of factly stoic about people.
searchforpeace: ([28] No need to sleep)

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[personal profile] searchforpeace 2013-09-27 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Forgive me, it's a sore subject I suppose.

I'm sure you will as well.
originaloddcouple: (Horrified)

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[personal profile] originaloddcouple 2013-09-24 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You mean like Invasion of the Body Snatchers?

Or The Faculty?

Or maybe a couple of Inspector Spacetime episodes?

...That would be horrifying.
originaloddcouple: (I Say Miria)

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[personal profile] originaloddcouple 2013-09-24 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh... The Faculty saved the day by using lots of meth, but I don't think that'll work here.