SJmun
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Post by SJmun on Oct 20, 2015 17:04:24 GMT -8
The living room is quiet and mostly clean. The rooms are pretty much all like this. The "storage room", is a bit more cluttered, with various junk in open boxes.
There is one last room that is marked "project room" on the door. It is closed, but it isn't locked...
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 20, 2015 17:07:26 GMT -8
>[S?] Charles: Open the door.
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Post by SJmun on Oct 20, 2015 20:31:50 GMT -8
The door creaks as Charles opens it. a slight feeling of apprehension might be felt at this point. Behind this door... {open the dooooor}
...There is nobody here.
This room appears to have been well used, clutter and such from various arts and crafts projects everywhere.
In addition to the countless sewing thingies, paper mache movie props, an arcane organizational method involving dozens of unmarked plastic file cabinets, and various other things here and there, there is a rather tacky festive looking computer set up on a cluttered desk. It appears to be on, with the monitor in sleep mode. There is a printer hooked up to it and it has some things printed out waiting in the tray thing.
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Post by slothfulLunchmeat on Oct 20, 2015 20:43:05 GMT -8
Meanwhile, after cosmic procrastination, SL picked up the note. "youtube link...?" He paused for a moment, keying it in on his arm's display. Watching the video, his face was caught halfway between a scowl and a grin. "...you clever bastard."
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Post by SJmun on Oct 20, 2015 23:35:20 GMT -8
Upon her desk, there are piles of loose notes and open sketchbooks. Doodles and drawings fill the pages between odd design notes.  |
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 21, 2015 4:09:51 GMT -8
Charles makes a mental note /not/ to show the inside of his ship. At least until he captchas everything he left in it.
He heads over to the printer, leafing through what is there.
If nothing of real interest is in there, he sits down at the computer after wards, cracks his fingers... and inserts a USB Device, bypassing the password.
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Post by SJmun on Oct 21, 2015 5:54:10 GMT -8
At the printer, there is a note that was printed out. umm.... to whomever is reading this thingie?
Before you ask, if it's currently before October 24th and this is printed out, that means that for certain that I am dead.
Before you freak out or anything, do note that I have a plan to get back to life later. It was nessisary to power the ~ATH script that will soon determine the fate of the common enemy. With the choice codes that have been sent in, and a variety of different subroutines pre-programmed to enact the realities they represent, we can stop Chronos for once and for all. He will no longer be a threat towards anyone and Seth will finally be able to wake up, for real now.
The fact that you're now reading this means that you've broken into my house (Then again it's not like I locked the front door or anything). Feel free to look, but please don't take or break anything. That means YOU, Charles. >_>
At the end of the 24th, the choice codes will be sorted and one will be chosen accordingly. At that point, a tumblr post should appear on my blog with some notes.
In the meantime though: stay careful and don't raise any suspicion. This is not something that should be taken lightly.
-Niki Garren, Prince of Time |
With the computer, upon plugging in the usb stick, the speakers make a noise indicating a device was connected. You can probably tell the computer is definitely on right now, though the monitor has not gone out of sleep mode unless the mouse is wiggled or something. |
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 21, 2015 11:42:49 GMT -8
V!FL: ...welp.
Charles hands the page to Elsey, before wiggling the mouse to see what niki left open, if anything.
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Post by SJmun on Oct 22, 2015 11:52:46 GMT -8
The monitor flickers on immediately. It appears this computer uses Windows 7 (and judging from the icon in the corner, there is the unclaimed possibility of "upgrading" it to Windows 10) There are two things open: a thing called "bladibla.exe", and an instance of Notepad++.  |
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 22, 2015 13:24:01 GMT -8
Charles shrugs, and turns off the monitor to conserve power in the household: he leaves the computer on, though, since he doesn't know what would happen if was turned off. It should probably last until then. He pulls out a notepad, and writes down a quick message, before ripping the page off and taping it to the monitor.
"Hey, came around after I saw that something about my death was in one of the maps of the rpg maker "game". Also you should really reconsider your judgement in people, just saying. Elsey told me what happened with this timeline's version of me, after all. Also, we need to talk about some shit that went down at the beach when you return from the dead.
~Charles
PS: Could you maybe give us a little warning in advance next time? I swear the village already is in spider filled shambles."
V!FL: ...well, I'm done here. Don't die, okay Elsey?
Charles unplugs the usb device, captchaloging it back into its proper location in his modus, before heading out the door, and probably bumping into kimura or someone else out in the village.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 25, 2015 23:05:29 GMT -8
Day 4
The town is still at a standstill. It almost seems like time itself has halted... but of course it hasn't. The leaves are still falling from the cherry trees, most of them bare betwixt still fully-flocked purple trees. The townsfolk await the 24th, when presumably something will die and something new will happen. It is still not known what that something will be.
A peculiar prospitian mail-lady is pedaling a mailcart, pulling a small wooden trailer with a wooden crate in it. It's unknown how she even found this town in the middle of the forest, but few things ever stop the mail.
She hops off of the mailcart, pulling out a clipboard and a map.
perilous mailer: hmmmm... I'm at the correct spot.... where is the drop-off place around here though....
perilous mailer: and for that matter, WHERE IS THIS TOWN'S POST OFFICE?
She stamps her feet in the middle of the road, frustrated with the sheer lack of logistical infrastructure.
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 26, 2015 7:00:46 GMT -8
V!FL: And for that matter, where is everyone?
The voice seemed to come from directly behind the mail-lady, but when she turned, no-one was there.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 26, 2015 11:20:16 GMT -8
Predictibly, she turns around towards the source of the voice.
perilous mailer: Hey wise guy, somebody's gotta sign for this package.
perilous mailer: I didn't take a cross-country bike trek for nothin' here.
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 26, 2015 11:52:37 GMT -8
And because Void Charles was being a dick: No response was made.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 31, 2015 7:10:59 GMT -8
October 31st 2015
A young man appears in his room.
He looks around a little, and then walks to the window, peering out at the surrounding foliage. He then feels his horns on top of his head, rubbing one of them slightly. They seem to be still as accurate and sensitive as ever, but there seems to be something missing. He now knows what that feeling was, and in taking inventory of the situation, breathes a sigh of relief. The ordeal is done. He is finally awake, and he is free of all the shit that his fucked-up coma-adventure entailed.
Seth: ...why the fuck αm I crαving cheese?
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