[CLOSED TO AL - AFTERNOON DAY 014]

[Hearing things was such a common horror trope. Hijikata knew this, and yet he'd given himself over to it twice already. Searching the school, hearing 'footsteps' and thinking he was just getting sucked into the damn creepy atmosphere by odd jobs' abhorrent and obvious state of thinly veiled terror had been the first instance. Easy enough to write off.

The song that wafted gently from the network in the morning had been the second. He'd been so lost in memories of home, of sitting and cleaning his sword or even filling out endless paperwork, that he hadn't thought to attribute it to more than just melody with long forgotten lyrics that was stuck in his head.
Then odd jobs heard it too. Somehow. They were annoyingly similar, but this was drawing the damn line. Hijikata clapped his hands - silence. Insulted the weather girl to be met with a barrage of soundless protesting from Gintoki.

The song got louder.]

Filtered to @LELRIC

Do you hear the music? [This guy already knew he was deaf, but revealing information that would make him sound crazy would have to wait.]

[OTA - NIGHT DAY 014]

[He could no longer attribute his headache to odd jobs. He could no longer attribute the aching behind his eyes to a bright day or to nicotine withdraw. Hijikata sat with his head leaning against the cool wall of the structure they'd taken refuge in and held his eyes shut.

Not that it helped.

Every moment a buzzing, swirling sensation of ache and pain jerked him away from any coherent thoughts. All he could focus on was killing it.

Whatever 'it' was.

It was in the room with them. It was causing all of this trouble. It didn't have any damn answers, it was just there to watch. To drive it's gaze into his and everyone else's heads. Kill it and the music would stop. The music that couldn't be real, yet it was. In everyone's heads, and somehow enticing them all to believe it was from the tablet.

But that was impossible.]

Someone smash a head in and see if there's anything weird inside. An alien implant, the black hole created by a tendency to be a useless member of society. Anything.

Because this music is just in our heads.

( Logs closed to Gintoki under the cut )

VIDEO, OPEN;

Hello? Um…

[Quark had more or less turned on the Network feed without really thinking. His puffy-eyed young face blinks warily at the tablet screen. He had something important to say, but the second that he started recording it was like he’d completely forgotten what it was. His cold face begins to color in embarrassment.]

Is everyone doing alright after last night? I mean…I know that nobody’s really doing very well, but I heard we weren’t supposed to fall asleep in case the brain eating people invaded our dreams and took us over! I accidentally did fall asleep, though…but I think I’m still me, so I just wanted to make sure everyone else is, too!

[He supposes that, technically, he wouldn’t really know whether or not anybody is still themselves because he hasn’t talked to too many people, yet. But…it seems only polite to ask!]