video via mirror and sharpie;

[comparative_insanity]

 [Hello, this is Fay, and he's not looking very happy about life right now.]

Okay y'all, I ain't the only one who's a little freaked out by what kind of person they're getting memories from, right? I mean, all of mine don't really fit together at all, but some are more than a little fucked up.

Firstly, I want to taste someone's blood. Like, badly. And no, I ain't got any freaky fetishes for that or anything, because ew.

I've also got a memory of everything around me being torn apart by some black... stuff coming out of me? Snaking stuff, like ribbons of tar or something. Ain't got a clue what that's all about, but I don't like it.

[He takes a deep breath, plunging on.]

Thirdly, I just saw a cockroach in my kitchen - ain't nothing weird about that, in this flat - but instead of just grabbing something and going to squash it? I picked up a freaking tube of mayonnaise and threw it, alright? Cut the little fucker right in two, and the tube's still stuck in the floor.

[No, really. He pans the mirror so that the audience can see a tube of mayonnaise stuck in what is now a crack in the floor. He turns it back on himself, and he's really looking kind of pale.]

And finally, ever since replying to that forum... I can't stop thinking about bringing back the dead. Creepy, right? But I can't stop feeling like it's the most important thing ever, and if that ain't fucked seven ways from Sunday, I don't know what.

So between that creepy web forum talking about invasions and calling us "humans" like some hammy sci-fi flick, and getting all these memories and stuff from someone I'd really not wanna meet, I'm starting to feel like the body-snatchers are taking me, y'know?

Comments

vidya; yes, I thought they were very appropriate ahahaha

[comparative_insanity]

[For all that their situations are rather different right now, it's easy enough for him to notice that the other man is trying to offer some help and sympathy. And to be honest, in a world that has slowly started sliding out of his grip, and with very few people in his life that he is close enough to get any support from... well, the kindness of a stranger is extremely welcome. His shoulders relax a little bit, and he nods slowly.]

I didn't have that feeling before, but... well, that's kind of what I felt when I met Youou. Like I had known him for a very long time, and that without him, I had never been complete. It feels really strange that I lived all this time not knowing who he was now. [He manages to smile, drawing in a breath and letting it out.] So I'm sure you'll meet that person too, somehow.

vidya; bwahaha

[earnedmystripes]

[Kotetsu's eyes widen slightly as Fay describes the sensation, struck by just how familiar it sounds. For all that everything is strange and confusing and frightening in their lives since receiving this number, perhaps this is something...good? In all the strangeness. Fay sounds happy describing this person, and that's exactly how it feels with this person he needs to find; this--lightness in his chest, as if that person was someone with whom he was completely at ease, and all his burdens could be adrift in the Atlantic for all they mattered.]

That's...exactly what it feels like. Like--like they're everything to me, that they might as well be family, and it's crazy that I haven't actually met 'em yet, because I know them.

[Softly:]

...Thank you.