savetheearth | Entries tagged with original: camille

[Candy sounds a bit out of breath.] Uh, so...people have probably noticed this already, but I think something's wrong with the water. I had to leave work early because I couldn't stop laughing and I think I literally cracked a rib, I dunno. Also my laugh is really weird now...

Listen, just--don't drink tap water! It's like laughing gas. Laughing liquid! ...Heh. Pffffft hu hu hu hu hu hushit.

drama8om8

Hah! Hah! Fuck all of you assholes with your stupid dumb fancypants power shit. Fuck you! Because I have a real superpower now. The best and most useful and cool and impressive one and you are all going to feel sorry for ever thinking my abilities were lame!

[ With a triumphant nyaaahh, Octavia sticks her tongue out at her phone and then turns it towards the TV. It's tuned in to one of those 24-hour live shopping channel broadcasts - a female presenter is currently hawking overpriced fake jewellery to the viewers. ]

"...And this beautiful piece can be yours for only three hundred dollars! But even if you wear this overpriced piece of shit, you won't be as hot as Octavia."

[ While uttering her slightly-suspect words, the presenter has an unsettlingly slack look to her limbs and a completely vacant expression. It's creepy as hell. After she's done speaking she claps her hands over her mouth in surprise, and Octavia turns the phone back towards her own grinning face. ]

Haha! See? I toooooooold youuuuuuuu! I can make anybody do anything I want any time I want to and it is going to be amazing.

[ She may be exaggerating just a teensy bit. (Permissions post is here!) ]

extricated

( cut for length. )

only later does he later connect to the network with video. should anybody wish to respond to the first part, he'll only do so after this video. he doesn't look particularly nervous, but he does speakveryfast -- at times, it might be hard to make out a few of the words. ]

I tried to read as much as I could about what this network is all about beforehand, so I think I understand things, more or less. But I'd like to know, for people who have remembered things -- if you remembered a person, have you ever met that person here in Locke City afterwards? ... Did you feel certain that the memory was yours?

I'm not sure how to phrase this. But what I remembered is something that couldn't possibly be true, yet I felt that it must have been the truth. And I'd like to know if that's normal or not.

wannabered

[Oh hey, Thomas is still around and, oh lord is he on the network out in public?]

Hello everyone. I was feeling a bit under the weather these last few weeks, but I could never leave you all waiting. So yes, I am perfectly fine and back to my people.

[To anyone paying attention, they'd realize that he's in the park near Candy's bakery. They would also notice that Thomas' hair might have gotten lighter? It looks like there's one or two blonde hairs sticking out of his hair. Must be a trick of the light of a bit of gold streamer or something.]

Now don't worry, I typed my number into Skype so this ought to seem nice and normal to anyone not in our club sneaking a peek. So tell me everyone, how are all of you amid our little group's usual chaos?

healspec

[so after encountering that sudden vermini swarm, he's been wondering what the hell even happened there and if it was related to all this other stuff going on. he double-checked the faq to see if there was anything relevant in there. 'small black creatures' sounds accurate, but 'emerging from animals with weird human features' does not fit at all.]

[he waits a couple days to see if anybody else posts about something similar before breaking down and deciding to post himself.]

What do these 'grues' mentioned in the FAQ look like?

I saw a large swarm of something that might be the same.

[if i forget a reply format just assume it's text 8|; ]

chalicejoker

[The webcam feed opens to show Hajime's darkened apartment. The lights are off, the curtains are drawn, and a hulking figure can be seen moving around in the shadows. He's moving too fast and too much to get a clear look at him for very long, though the green orb on his chest is slightly luminescent. He's so distraught, he hasn't realized he even activated the webcam. He thought he was just switching on the mic for audio.]

I...I can't stay here. I can't let anyone find me like this. But I don't think I can get out of here on my own without anyone seeing me...

[Hajime is doing his best to keep his voice calm, but there's no denying the fact that he sounds quite shaken. It's still recognizable as his voice, although it sounds a little rougher than usual.]

I changed. I...tried to fight it, but...it...it was just like I remembered...and I can't hide the belt anymore, not that it matters...

[He is this close to having a massive freakout right then and there. Staying calm after turning into some kind of a bug monster is really hard, especially when you were normal--or as close to normal as Hajime gets these days--an hour ago. He's going through the room, trying to figure out what, if anything, he'll be bringing with him when he leaves. It's at this point that he realizes the webcam's on, and a green, clawed, and definitely inhuman hand will reach out to cover it.]

counterclock

so i guess it's true
the government really did implant chips into all our brains
shit son
now some craggy old government worker knows what porn i watch
hope she likes sizequeen creampies and pony play
don't know how i feel about someone sucking my nobel-winning thoughts out with some metaphysical straw
no worries tho my fellow thoughtcrimes there's enough of this sick brilliance to go around
you won't be deprived of this radiance
i know the separation anxiety was killing you
hey can we mindmeld now is that a thing
oh man

espigeonage

[You're treated to an unsteady, sort of skewed moving view of the inside of the apartment Julien shares with his sister. Visible mostly are the floor, the lower edges of walls and furnishings, and his legs and bare feet as he walks nervously through, but it's decent enough. Not entirely neat but clean, at least. To human eyes. He sounds... well, he's gotten so good at sounding normal, but right now Julien's talking with two nearly-identical harmonizing voices and a sort of flange, and doesn't sound good.]

Is this even working? Shit. I don't - it looks sort of like home but this doesn't make any sense, why is - what - dyes? Ugh, god, look at this. I don't... look, what is even with that! [It's a laundry basket full of haphazardly stacked clothes. Looks totally normal.] Even my hands, that's so gross. [There's a flash of one of them. Clean, with trimmed fingernails.]

That's her handwriting. [A note in blue pen on the kitchen table, saying did the headache pass? he might be sick if he's sleeping in this late and don't you dare try to tough it out, saying she took Valerie to the daycare, and go the other way if he meets sootballs again.] Pens don't come in that... color. Nothing is that color. Shit. Am I even... in Kansas anymore?

[The view starts to turn but stops on a shot that includes the window. Blue midmorning sky, barely a cloud in sight, but his phone trembles and he sounds even worse.]

Oh my god.

Oh god.

- I can't stay here.

[So yeah! Bird vision: not like ours. If the game was a series and people RPed him, this would be used as proof that he doesn't react well stuck in jamjars.]

sweetas

[Candy is angry. And also kind of hysterical. She's audibly shaken and her voice fades in and out slightly, as if she's walking towards and then away from the microphone. Pacing, clearly.]

Fairies and dragons and unicorns aren't real! They're not real, okay? Life isn't some stupid fairytale! I mean, unless that's yet another mystery that no one decided to tell me until now! Surprise, Candy, someone's trying to kill everyone, cats can talk, and oh by the way, fairies are real! Didn't you know that already? Except maybe I did, because suddenly I remember them! How is that possible?

Oh, and apparently there are deer living in one of the parks here now? Except I didn't know that either until one of them came crashing through my cafe's window and attacked us! Ugh...this is all so stupid...

[She goes quiet for a bit. After awhile she speaks again, closer to the mic this time.] Um...sorry...sorry about all that...I didn't mean to rant...

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.

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

sweetas

[She starts out with a text post.]

We're having a sale at the shop where I work. I figured I'd invite people on the network. It's the Sugar and Spice Bakery; I don't know if anyone's heard of it? Anyway, I'd like the opportunity to actually talk to some of you. But I also figure if that's going to happen, it should be a public place.

We're giving out free samples of our homemade lemonade since it's been so hot lately, too.

( ACTION )

healspec

[Ravi is attempting to do an internet search on the numbers through his browser, but the combined address/search bar means it logs him in to the network like a URL as soon as he hits enter.]

[He goes still and stares at it for a moment. This is not what he expected.]

[He spends a minute skimming back through posts, trying to get an idea of what this even is. It looks kind of like a reddit? Double-checks the URL, it's still that string of numbers without even an http:// in front. He opens google in a new tab and searches the number directly. The results page shows every result as a link to an individual post on the same network. ]

[Staring again.]

[Back to the first tab. More skimming.]

[Hmm.]

[Well it looks like posting is anonymous, so...]

This can't really be the internet.

There's not enough cat pictures.

coulrage

this is motha-fuckin-tight, yo. this network thing.
wassup with all the damn numbers tho? cant get them out of my head.
fuckin mIrAcLe, ain't it? guess these numbers are connectin people to each other n shit. spreadin the love.

damn tho i hope ther aint no police
kinda blazin like a motherfucker over here
yall adults r all cool, m i rite?

hoennmaihime

[So guess who's still sulking about the mine incident?

Who else. Sorry, guys.]

This shouldn't need to be said, but if you have yet to update your will then I highly recommend that you do so.

If you do not already have a will, I recommend writing a list of what you want done with your things after your death to give to your mommies and daddies. Because surely only the children and young adolescents among us are naive enough to lack them.

salvagedlight

[He's been resisting it for awhile, now. But that string of numbers just won't leave him alone, and it's getting to the point where even his dreams have gotten infected with it. So, finally one night, walking back to the closet of an apartment he's sharing with his brother, Ben juggles the phone out of his pocket without dropping his bag or his coffee and slowly punches it in, with a hesitation between each number.]

[Random passerby can be forgiven for turning to look at him as he yells in surprise as his phone screen is suddenly flooded with text, both hand-written and typed, as well as a myriad of voices coming out of the speaker only for him. The poor coffee goes flying and the poor phone is dropped as well - at least it drops on grass so it doesn't break?]

What's going on here?

struckout

[ It's been a while, and again, after the recent things happening, the danger, Kallie's been going over the options and spending far more time thinking than she's usually used to. It's with a low voice she addresses the network- a curious decision given her history of a generally strict adherence to text, but... she's got her reasons. ]

I've gathered a few of you are new to the city, so you might not know about this. [ Or well, she already knows there's people from here too who don't know but CARRYING ON... ] There's a sort of festival that's put on for summer at LCU. It's free to go but there's quite a bit to do, so... if you're looking for something that isn't really that serious the next few days, it's an option.

[ She cuts herself off from tacking on an "I guess" there at the end, and simply goes with putting up a URL for the whole shebang for anyone interested instead. Advertised is one "Streaking Summer," complete with promises of lots and lots of food and entertainment, music from bands of varying popularity, a paint fight(!), official-like 5k run... and a pointedly-bright fine print explaining that public nudity is ~~technically~~ disallowed... ]

angelskills

Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well. For people just connecting to the network, my name is Colette. I hope we can get along! If you ever need any help with anything please feel free to contact me. I'll do my best to help. Um... though, for everyone who was involved in the Mine collapse -- what have you been telling your families and friends, in regards to your injuries? It's probably not a good idea to tell people who don't know about this network the truth, right? What do you think?

sweetas

[The voice is new, female and rather flustered.]

Whoa...did...? Oh--oh my gosh, it went through! It's work--er, um, sorry! I'm sorry, I'm being rude. Um, hello, my name is Candy, I'm calling because--well--I-I think I might have received this number accidentally some time ago? I just--er, at this point, I guess I'd just like to know whose number this is? I'm sorry, I know I'm rambling, but--yeah, that's about it.

...

...Hello? Is anyone there?

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Entries tagged with original: camille

[audio] don't drink the water

video; via smartphone

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episode 02 [Video | Smartphone]

[Text | computer]

04 | [Video]

♫ 001 [text; computer]

[Video]

audio - computer - fairytales

BATTLE! Sacrificing Dignity For the Last Word?! [Text]

two; video

track one | text/audio;

[text\action] you are my candy girl

[Text | Computer]

[Text | iPhone]

[ 2nd | Text | iPad ]

[Phone, semi-accidental... god help him]

[ phone audio, friday morning ]

xx2 TEXT

audio - phone - good morning, starshine, the earth says hello