video.

[solfage]

[The visual is foggy, at first - it's hard to make out anything, just blurs of color. Dark, light - moving, and eventually something cuts through - just a single line being drawn, looping in nonsensical patterns, its trail remaining as a small area of sharper focus.

And there's a voice, that of someone singing to herself, quietly, under her breath, in words that don't sound like they come from any earthly language.]

Rrha ki ra echcrra jouee, rrha ki ra chs hymmnos mea...

[The line continues, sometimes doubling back on itself, bringing more and more of the image into focus; eventually, if one looks closely, they might be able to tell that someone is idly drawing on her fogged bathroom mirror, not really thinking about it.

(Someone is also, as logically follows, still wearing just a towel.)]

Fayra en kapa, weak en sheak-

[And then she stops for a moment, staring into the mirror - or maybe staring through it. Her eyes narrow for a moment.

And then widen.]

Oh my god, what the-

[If you're very quick, you might notice her face turning bright red as she ducks below line of sight.]


(ooc: the Japanese in the song as linked is not, ICly, actually Japanese. It's just more Hymmnos and thus as incomprehensible as the rest of the song. :|b )

Comments

[respectfully text]

[elfstoned]

What language was that?

still video...or mostly voice, since she's staying dooown.

[solfage]

[She pokes her head up. Slowly. Just enough for her eyes to be visible.]

I don't know. It's just been stuck in my -

[Wow. Wait a minute.]

- um.

I really am going crazy, aren't I?

[forever text]

[elfstoned]

If you are, the insanity is contagious. That number - you wrote it on your mirror, if I guess right - lets you contact others with their own numbers. Strange things have been happening lately, and I'm sorry to say that you are now part of it.

( audio )

[argents]

[ Singing wasn't something he really often experienced on the network. Alien alphabets, philosophical questions by the dozen, mob rallying, trolling, eloquent horses, sure... but the song, no matter how inscrutable, does manage to get his attention as something a bit out of the ordinary. Even if there's not much to see by way of a singer, leaving him wondering if it was anyone he knew.

Well, for all of ten seconds, before it dawns on him what's materializing out of the foggy picture.

(This is the sound of an ABORT MISSION where he slaps his phone face down on his desk as quickly as humanely possible without shattering the screen.) ]

S-Sorry!

[solfage]

[It's okay, Banagher, there's no longer anything in visual range but the top of of her head and just her eyes poking up from below.]

How many people are seeing this?

[argents]

[ He will just... assume the worst and politely keep his phone faceplanted into his desk. ]

Um, I'm not sure. It's not like this is Facebook or anything but... there are kind of a lot of us. I don't know if trying to ballpark it would make it better or worse, in this case.

[webcam]

[wordsgate]

[with a chuckle] Ah, how nice that we're getting someone with a number that has such a lovely voice!

[solfage]

You could at least pretend not to look!

[wordsgate]

Oh, okay. [And he turns his chair so that he's facing the other way.]

I was listening more than looking, though! I promise!

video via hand mirror and sharpie

[comparative_insanity]

Oooh, that's a very nasty way of finding the network.

[He sounds sympathetic enough, his voice soft if also amused.]

Sorry about this. But hello, nice to meet you. I'm Fay.

[solfage]

[She slowly, carefully pokes her head back into line of sight. Just the top of her head, enough to show her eyes.]

W-well, I guess I've learned my lesson about doodling on the mirror.

[comparative_insanity]

[He grins a bit at that, nodding.]

It can be useful. I'm using a mirror right now, for example, and being able to text someone from a napkin is cool. But it's not very useful - and sometimes rather embarrassing - when it's accidental.

[Webcam]

[consiliarius]

[...Oh. This is not something Sano was expecting to see. Or hear. Or anything.]

...Lucy?

[solfage]

[Wait, she knows that voice well.

Which is surprising enough to get her to start to straighten back up so she can get a look into the mirror and confirm -

- and remember halfway that no, she's staying out of sight for a reason, and duck back down with a squeak until her eyes are just barely showing at the bottom of her mirror.]

I can't believe this.

[SHE'S NEVER COMING TO WORK AGAIN except no she kind of has to. cry.]

[consiliarius]

[Things just get stranger and stranger, don't they? But Sano can tell she's uncomfortable - and really, she has a good reason to be - so to help her out, he blocks his webcam with his hand, so only his voice gets across.]

You should probably get dressed. Away from the mirror.

[And quickly.]

[Text]

[shiromadoushi]

[[Oh for the love of---]]

Wipe the numbers off the mirror. Write them on a piece of paper or put them in your phone instead.

text

[solfage]

[That takes a few minutes. Because she has zero reason to bring her phone in the bathroom. But she obliges, clears the mirror, and slips into the next room to sit down on the edge of her bed with her phone and punch it in -]

like this?

text

[shiromadoushi]

Yeah.

This way it's just text.

Voice

[icy_heavens]

[That's -- gah! Averting his eyes so fast he's getting a sudden headache, thanks. You do not look at things like that. It's not right.

[Here's the youngest voice yet. Encouraging feeling, isn't it, Lucy?] Get the number on something else if you're going to talk on here.

[He tries to just sound annoyed, but the rushed way he says that kind of hints that he's really uncomfortable having just seen that and does not want to see it any more.]

[solfage]

I-it's not like I knew this would happen!

[Oh god she's potentially damaging youth, is he even old enough to have been in sex ed, oh god.]

[icy_heavens]

Well now you do. [Meaning fix this immediately because gah.]

[With the US school system, who knows?]

[Audio]

[chalicejoker]

[Oh, hello there, random woman in a state of undress. This is not at all what Hajime was expecting to see today.]

Be careful with those numbers!

[He's trying to help, not sound creepy, really!]

[solfage]

Don't have to tell me twice!

[CRYING INSIDE. This is not how she wanted her morning to go. Ever.]

computer text

[dorkytracksuit]

Did you forget that you drew your number on the mirror?

[solfage]

I didn't really notice that I drew it in the first place.