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[network] @dreamsnhonor; Backdated to Day 014; First Mission [open]

( [A] Network; Text | Morning )

[ He missed the spotlight that morning, but he's certainly woken up to something... strange. Is that... someone singing? It's coming from his tablet. Which he's pretty sure he let it go to sleep or something. Nothing comes from it unless he activates it, he's pretty sure. But... it's also new technology. So, you never know. He'll try not to sound annoyed at least. ] hey. I'm not sure who's singing and it's not like it's bad but. could you uh. stop doing it on here? [ At least it woke him up so he can remember to footnote this though. ] by the way anyone know a place to pick up some grub? I think I'm good for a few more days yet but a guy's gotta eat you know? still no luck on that screwdriver Tadashi?

( [B] Network; Text | Afternoon )

[ ...And that singing is. Still happening. And no one knows the source. And that should be creepy to him. Like. Very creepy. But there's also something about it... like it's meant to be soothing.

Like hell he's gonna follow it. Like hell he's gonna go crazy like Sephiroth. Especially as it seems to fight him. Makes a slow pressure start to build up in his head every single time it seems to be almost... unhappy with where he's walking. Silhouettes of someone... or something in the corner of his eye. Get a grip, Zack.

A distraction. He needs a distraction. ]

that singing's really gotta stop. it's giving me a headache. think I would rather be a frog at this point.

( [C] Network; Text | Evening )

is any [ Nothing follows after that. No correction. No nothing. ]

[ Anyone who responds to him might notice that as time wears on, his own responses slowly become more and more infrequent. Time lapses more and more between them. By the evening, he quits responding at all. Maybe he went to sleep...? Wanna leave a voicemail? ]

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[He has the sinking suspicion that he's looking for food sources so he can destroy them, so...something can watch them die; the idea is a vague one, and one so foreign to him he shrugs it off as something similar to the first bout of paranoia.]

If you attempt to find the center of this place, you should run across a school, or at least that's how I found it. Beware, you cannot stay the night there, and you will be forced out if you try to remain. There is plenty of food there, however.

[The singing, he doesn't comment on. He appreciates it, actually, it's kind of soothing. It's making him a little sleepy, in fact, a heaviness behind his eyes. He's not even checking the network for its source, content to just let whoever is singing do so.]

Edited (whoops, didn't complete the header) 2015-07-16 04:26 (UTC)

[ Destroy food supplies? Zack? Unless you mean eat them out of house and home, uh. Not likely. ~~Hopefully.~~

As it stands, Zack hums at that in thought. ] can't stay there overnight. lots of food there. got it. guess it's just a matter of finding the center. [ Tricky when the place is usually so overcast. What he would do for a compass right about now... ] wait. someone runs you out or?

[There is no good way to say this and Enoch knows it. It takes him a few minutes to even begin to type it, having to organize his thoughts as he looks back on the event. The written word doesn't really express just how horrifying it was for his body to move without him. How he managed to remain so calm...well, even he's not sure. All he knew is that people had to know this happened. He had to warn people. Someone or something was sending him to his death and he was going to use everything he had in his power to at the very least expose them.]

If only there were some obvious cause we could see to prepare for. My body simply moved on its own when the tablets began warning us to find shelter. There was no trace of wanting to leave in my mind, it was as if my body was a puppet and the strings had been taken from my hands.

[ ...

Well, that's unsettling. Admittedly, good to know, but. Still. Very creepy.

He doesn't even know exactly how to respond to that at first. Give him a few minutes here to let that sink in.

... ]

that's crazy! how in the all hells did they do something like that? [ The very thought of someone having that much control over anyone's body there sends chills down his spine. ]

I don't know. I wish I did, so I could stop it. Our will and our bodies are ours alone. They've no right to take it from us.

The only clue I have may not even be a clue at all. While I heard nothing unusual, the tablet heard a low buzzing noise. I'm not certain if that has anything to do with it, but it was only audible as I was leaving the building.

[ ...Yeah, that. Doesn't really help at all. Why would the tablet start to buzz like that? What reason..? None he can logically think of... So, he doesn't really blame whoever's on the other side for being just as confused. ]

I wouldn't know what to tell you either. but thanks for letting me know. [ He would rather not feel out of control of his body again. He's had four years worth of that already. ] anything else I should know?

[He can do this. Help people survive. Give them advice they need to not face what he did. He hopes he doesn't have to do this too many more times, that no more people are taken from where they belong unless they want to be.]

You won't want to try to weather the night outside. This snowfall is unnatural in every way, and always intensifies after the doors lock. I have known nobody to say they have survived a night outside of locked shelter.

There doesn't seem to be a way to open the doors once they are locked, either.

yeah I've heard about that. I'm not exactly a fan of cold and snow anyway. you won't be seeing me outside at night. [ Things he already knows, but they're also things he appreciates other people are warning him about, regardless. The more people that actually care, the better. ]

know someone's been trying to figure out the locks. no luck on that so far though.

I'm glad others have been helping you.

[What else was there...they'd covered the creepy school and the curfew...]

Do you need any hints about surviving in the cold, then? My knowledge may be from the desert, but I still may be able to help.

desert, huh? [ Isn't that, you know... the exact opposite? But at least from the sound of it, this person's been here longer than him at least. Knows a lot more about this town than him. So.. ] shoot. [ He's got some experience from being on the run in those winter months, but... Seriously, the more know-how, the better. ]

[During the day it is. At night, temperatures in the desert plummet drastically, making it much more comparable to their situation.

The reason it's still not totally applicable is there's rarely precipitation, and the cold here is all about it.]

Discard nothing that could be used to make clothing. I've seen few clothing items here to begin with, so even if you find something that does not fit you, it may fit someone else with worse luck.

Exertion will keep you warm, so moving quickly may be tempting, but do not let your energy wane while you are still outside, because your body can cool very quickly after you stop. If you aren't sure, move steadily instead.

[He doesn't know the science of it, but it's happened to him often enough. This time, however, he doesn't have a quartet of large birds to fly down and keep him warm if he messes up.]

If you do not have proper footwear, the mattresses here are made of a pliant foam that traps heat very well, if you can find a way to cut the mattress open. Tie off the top of your shoes if you do have closed shoes on; the snow can easily fall into them and that is quite uncomfortable.

That's all that immediately comes to mind for now. Was it of any help?

[Honestly, it might be things he already knew, for all he knows. But he's not going to just assume and leave people to fates he could have helped them avoid. Besides, putting all his thoughts down in one place helps him, too, if it turns out someone else needs this advice.]

[ Admittedly, much of what is said isn't anything he hasn't heard before, but. That doesn't account for all of it and that's what he was going for. The fact that 'Enoch' had gone through all the trouble to type all that out for him, too, gets major brownie points. He wasn't expecting that and it's comforting. Someone else he can potentially trust. That trust's been far too thin the past year.

He smiles as he types. ] a big help. thanks! didn't even think about the mattresses. i'll definitely keep that in mind now though. [ He tries to think of what else to even say to all of that, but he's kinda drawing blanks. In the end though, well.. ] i'll let you know if i find out anything new about this place. [ Passing back information might be a good way to show gratitude. ]

Not so much. I did find a flashlight, though. And food. We hit up a convenience store this morning. Good thing, too. Mochi's food was starting to smell appealing...

[As for the singing...]

You're hearing the song, too? I haven't found a way to completely turn it off yet. I don't think anyone we know would be doing this. Something's not right with it.

yeah something's weird about it. it doesn't sound like anyone I know. but I doubt I've talked to half the people around here so you never know? [ But he can't find the source either, so.... Man, this isn't creepy at all. Welp.

At least there's a little plus to things. Flashlight's always a good thing. Plus- ] a convenience store? lucky! the most I've found is a few worn down houses so far. wait. who's mochi?

I don't think anyone would sing for this long without stopping to say anything. It's not bad, though -- almost familiar, in a way. I just can't put my finger on it.

[A part of him wonders if it has anything to do with that beam of light. Their group tends to be up and moving early, so Tadashi got a glimpse of it before it shorted out.]

that's all I found for my first week. I can't tell you how great it is to restock. I think I ate enough to make me sick -- I don't recommend that part. If you want, I can try to give you some directions based on what I've seen. Steph is working on a map. I can ask her to talk to you if you haven't been in touch yet.

Also, Mochi is my aunt's cat. He's gotta be 20lb. The Norfinbury diet hasn't affected him at all.

[ Ah, true. He raises a big point there. Although it's that very familiarity that also bugs him because he can't say there's anything familiar about this place. And there's certainly no one from where he comes from who sings like that. Least that's what he figures.

The mention of the cat though-- he'll have to put the map business on hold. Just momentarily as he chuckles behind his tablet if not with a wince. Figuring familiarity, he taps his audio on and Tadashi will hear the tail end of that chuckle. ] So, wait. Did I hear this right? They kidnapped your aunt's cat, too?

Edited 2015-07-18 23:16 (UTC)

[Tadashi grins and switches over to audio as well.]

If you can believe that. I don't know what they were thinking. He's not exactly light. And as far as I can tell, there's no reason to have brought him. You haven't lived until you've seen him try to walk through this snow, though.

Wait, here--

[There's the sound of Tadashi fumbling with his tablet for a few moments, then the video cuts in, showing a flash of Tadashi's several layers (cardigan, blazer, jacket) before he gets the camera aimed at the overfed Japanese bobtail. The cat stays properly in frame for all of five second before he decides that he needs attention and headbutts the tablet. Tadashi laughs and shoves the cat away as he turns the camera around to show his face.]

See what I mean?

[ Wow.

Just wow.

Zack doesn't bother holding back the sudden snicker that sneaks out of him at the sight of that big, round furball as it briefly makes its appearance. He kinda starts a bit when the camera flips and there's Tadashi, front and center all of a sudden. He's still getting used to weird camera phones, okay. PHSes weren't that hardcore-- yet anyway.

Nice as Tadashi seems to be, Zack doesn't flip his on in turn. Maybe it's too much stupid paranoia on his part, but. He's still getting settled in. Give him time. ]

Man, that is one huge cat! No wonder you ate yourself sick! Gaia, he probably eats you outta house and home! [ There's a pause as he shakes his head, chuckling. ] Maybe that's why they catnapped him. [ To make your life harder than it already is. 8| It's kinda a bad taste in jokes, but work with him here. ]

[Tadashi lets out a short laugh as well. Bad taste though it might be, he basically makes the same sort of jokes on his own.]

You know... I don't doubt it. If someone is watching us make our way through this mess, I bet they laugh every time I dump Mochi into my messenger bag and trek another mile through the snow. I must have lost feeling in my shoulder three days in.

With a cat that big? I wouldn't doubt it for a minute. Man... [ He takes a moment to scratch his head although the other won't see. ] Sounds like he's in good hands at least. [ Knowing Tadashi's been towing around Mochi might be quietly getting brownie points from Zack. Though he still hasn't forgotten the mention of... ]

So, you said someone was working on a map? [ He had been trying to get his hands on one, himself. Would be very, very helpful at this point. Especially if it would mean finding that convenience store. ]

One of the girls I'm traveling with right now. Her name is Steph. I think she normally keeps a fairly close eye on the network.

[Between her and Al, Tadashi felt like he could rely on one of them to alert him if there was even a hint of something important coming up.]

I would recommend talking to her the first chance you get. She's the one who organized that survey at the beginning.

Oh... Oh! Her! [ He brightens in recognition, remembering the attachment. Remembering the survey. That was pretty slick of her already. It doesn't surprise him now that she would be the one trying to construct a map, too. Leave it to the more pragmatic ones to get some work done. ]

I'll have to get a hold of her then. What's her name on here?

Here, let me text it to you.

[There's a brief pause as he taps out the letters, then:]

@Spoiler

If she doesn't get back to, just give me a shout and I can talk to her.

Thanks! I think I'm gonna try and get a hold of her in a minute here. [ There's a ring to his voice, something warm and hopeful despite the bleak, cold snow outside. ]

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I'm enjoying the fact that as I'm replying to this, I am accompanied by my own Mochi-like big kitty.

Same! Haha, mine keeps flopping on my wrist while I try to type.

Totally a cat-tastrophe all right up in this space. fff

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