[network] @featherydouche; postmortem; day 181 [open]

[mrcreamsicles]

so who else died last night
excuse me
"died"
because when i woke up i sure didnt look it
not even a scratch
right back where i started before everything went weird too
same with the people i was with from what i could tell before i left

also you people with the prophet eyes
do you still want to murder us or what

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[jumpthegun]

It's a madhouse, yeah. We carry on, though. I'll remember to say hi from a stranger.

[You know, around the massively awkward conversation they're going to be having.]

Anyway, thank you for checking in with everyone like this.

[mrcreamsicles]

it was kind of on accident
made sense to check if people were still dangerous and no one else had stepped up yet
from there it just turned into the davesprite talks to sad people hour
no one really came out of this well

[jumpthegun]

That sort of happens when mind-control and murder are involved. I'd still like to know what exactly it was that happened. I know they've had time slow down before, but I don't think it's ever stopped, and then somehow got rewound.

[mrcreamsicles]

i doubt time is actually doing anything
its probably our perceptions being fucked with again
remember when it rained a while back except we couldnt see it and we didnt get wet
or any other of the weird visual crap that goes on
not just that either
i traveled all the way out to the split tunnels and started to come back before i got killed
i shouldnt have been able to do that in one night
not that fast
and i couldnt feel the cold at all

[jumpthegun]

If it's perception, though, does that mean the cold is what's fake or that not having it is fake? Because people have really been getting frostbite.

Do you have any signs of it from staying out last night?

[mrcreamsicles]

thats why last night is the problem
i went out and got fucking murdered and all i look like is someone who had crappy nights sleep
no blood
no scuffs
no bruises
definitely no frostbite either
more like some shared mass hallucination even if everything else felt real at the time

[jumpthegun]

[John frowns.]

If it is some sort of computer system we're trapped in... our memories and stuff are meant to be stored on servers. Maybe the Admin can muck with those directly and they're being projected through the system?

I dunno. Sherlock's better with tech, and he's got his homeless network back home to help him with anything he can't sort on his own.

[mrcreamsicles]

what is with you and jumping to ways things could be even faker
didnt we have a whole thing about that last time
come on man
besides im pretty sure most of this is happening in person and not some post apocalyptic run of the matrix
last night was just
i dont know
blame it on the nanomachines

[jumpthegun]

[John winces. He really doesn't mean to, it's just where his mind jumps most immediately, okay?]

Sure. Let's blame it on them.

[And leave it there so he doesn't put his foot in his mouth again.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite opts to leave the conversation there. Today has been stressful enough, and he has other people to talk to still about what happened. He can catch up with Watson again when things are preferably less awful.]