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.

[solfage]

I guess I must've. I wasn't really thinking about it.

[Note to self: never draw on the mirror again dear god.]

[elfstoned]

As you discovered, any surface will do, so long as it can be written on.

[solfage]

Guess I better be more careful, huh?

[Deep sigh.

But hey, as long as she's got someone around to explain some things.]

So...how strange is strange?

[elfstoned]

For starters, your song is only the beginning. For myself, I have remembered things that have not happened to me, gained skills I never learned, and can now speak a language no one has heard of. It's why I inquired after yours.

But there are other things, as well. The statues displayed by the Thunder Corporation are more than they seem.

[solfage]

[She props herself up by the elbows on the bathroom counter so she can rest her chin in her hands. Not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it'll do.]

Whatever I'm speaking, I don't get a word of it. I just...know the song, somehow. It's weird.

[...all of this is weird.]

So, what about these statues?

( 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!

[webcam]

[wordsgate]

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

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]

[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?

[solfage]

You could at least pretend not to look!

[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.

[Webcam]

[consiliarius]

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

...Lucy?

[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!

[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.]

[solfage]

[Oh, that seems like an easier way to do it than to duck below the mirror. She also turns around, leaning against the counter.]

...it's...not like I'm trained or anything. It's just a song that's been stuck in my head.

[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.

[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.

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?

[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.]

[solfage]

[That's some crazy shit, dude.]

Can you seriously text someone from a napkin?

text

[shiromadoushi]

Yeah.

This way it's just text.

[wordsgate]

A song that made you think of a number, I'm guessing?