[network] @totheark; Text/Video; Night 75 (after lockdown), Good Night [open] [cw: impending death]

[0thingsonmymind]

i didnot want it to e n d like t h i s

*After that cheerful message the post switches over to video. Its notably dark and lit only by the tablet's backlight and starts with a shot of Brian's masked face. The red frowny face might seem more fitting than usual. After a few moments he swings the tablet around to show a piece of rubble that he's written "GOODBYE" on in blue crayon. It holds there for about 5-10 seconds before the post switches back to text.*

F)Q)>Gl

((ASCII85 code at the end translates to "sorry." Brian'll respond in text until he becomes too weak to do so.))

Comments

text;

[swatsflies]

How the hell did you get locked out?
What were you even doing?

[Dude, no. Don't die. :<]

Re: text;

[0thingsonmymind]

i search ed fun er al home
there wasnot
time space
to getback to
shel ter

*He's pretty detached about it, but is hoping he'll come back.*

text;

[swatsflies]

Are you traveling with anyone?
Do you have anything to help shield yourself?
Maybe look for some rubble to use to make a shelter.

[Brian might be weird and dangerous, but he doesn't want him to die.]

permatext

[0thingsonmymind]

no, iam a lone

iwill try, yes, but ido not think it will work
no one has surv ived
night

@MarbleHornets; text

[genreblindness]

shit

[To be perfectly honest, Jay's greatest concern here is how this will impact Tim. He does feel genuinely terrible for Brian as well, though.]

i'm sorry man

permatext

[0thingsonmymind]

itis
what
it is


may be iwill re turn
i am not done

[genreblindness]

for what it's worth
i hope you do come back

[And then there will be no replies from him for a while because whoops Tim is indeed freaking out and getting masked up and it's all a big mess.]

1/2

[maskintape]

[ Goddammit. God fucking dammit. For a few seconds, Tim can only stare blankly at the post while trying not to vomit. He's failed Brian, again, and no matter how much he tries to tell himself that it'll be okay and that he might come back...

Most people don't, do they. Clarke didn't. Lancer didn't. Ellana didn't. Alex didn't.

He tries to type through the rapidly-encroaching panic attack, but it's a slow process. His hands are shaking badly and it's hard to breathe - especially with his cough forcing out every breath that he manages to take in - and it doesn't take long for matters to reach their inevitable conclusion.

Tim blacks out. For the first time, he sort of welcomes it. ]

2/2 @TW; text

[maskintape]

[ Masky erases the half-finished message on the tablet without even reading it. Who cares what Tim had to say about this? It certainly doesn't. It'll use its own words, thanks.

It's also not setting this to private. Tim wasn't going to, so why should it???? GOSH. ]

itbrings
an end

we regret it

permatext

[0thingsonmymind]

*He's kind of happy to be able to talk to his friend again before he goes. Maybe something will get done if he can pass on the right information.
Its hard to think of what all that might be, though, with his body starting to shut down from the cold.*

yes, i re gret too
idonot know if
re turn
so must assume
iwill n o t


ifilm ed fun er al home
same distortions as hospital morgue
notsure if means any thing
may be check last morgue place tosee if same
ot her side of nor fin bury


no ans wers
on ly quest ions left

i regret
you must con tin ue with out
f a r e w e l l

@Mnemosyne; text; private

[bookofnope]

[Although his presence on the post offers a convenient way to talk to the Other Tim, Beckett is deeply ambivalent about doing this. For once, he is rather sure that Normal Tim would have access to the talk - which would, he is also sure, end any chance for contact with him. It seems careless, unsubtle... but he had made Brian what promise he could. And he keeps his promises, especially when he would have liked to promise more.]

Your friend has asked me to contact you.

I mean to go to the funeral home and continue the search he started there.

@Mnemosyne; text

[bookofnope]

[They've known each other for less than a month, which is a drop in the ocean to Kindred, and Beckett is resigned to death; he shouldn't even be surprised. But somehow this is a kick in the teeth nonetheless. Brian has come to... represent something, almost.

No one wants it to end like this. With no answers.

He's shaky for a while, but he forces himself to respond. Brian doesn't have long to wait for him to find his composure.]

We will carry on the work.

Time until your return will not be wasted.

1/2

[0thingsonmymind]

go od

if ican iwill re turn to con tin ue
ifi cannot

*Well, then he won't. At least people like Masky and Beckett could try to contiune.*

the dis tor tions in fun er al home were same as morgue
donot
cannot know ifit means any thing

ifyou
ifi donot
re turn

*No, wait...there was a better way to do this...he's pretty sure he remebers how since his brain isn't as frozen yet*

2/2, private

[0thingsonmymind]

if i can not
tim needs
not tim every one knows
tim likeme
tim withmask
needs
guidance help lead ing

heis good
hewill help
if oth er tim willnot
remove his pills
like mine
othertim faketim cannot remain control without
realtim may not long
but hewill help ifcan
if jay othertim do not
stop

*He's trusting you to look after/use his only friend Beckett. Do you know what this means? Cause, at the moment, he doesn't really. He just thinks Beckett can be trusted, has been good to work with, and would be intelligent enough to know how to best use Masky. And, hopefully, take care of him.*

[bookofnope]

[... now that, that he was not expecting. Beckett wishes he could pause for longer, to take this in. He instantly understands the value, and the weight of the information. Tim was defensive over the video of the masked man in Brian's company... so that is why.

And if Brian does not return - can he do this to Tim? Give him this final push to the world that Tim insists so badly that he isn't falling into? It isn't his decision to make.]

I understand. If he needs help, he can come to me. He will not have to search alone. I will speak to him.

[He sees the conversation Brian and the masked Tim are having - an opportunity to reach out. It will have to do. There are things he won't promise, not even to ease a dying man's mind.]

I've been trying to make Other Time understand. Perhaps I will succeed eventually.

@haurchefant; voice

[silverfuller]

[He's only met Brian once but that doesn't make the post any less alarming.]

My friend? Are you alright? What has happened?

text

[0thingsonmymind]

iam out side
i couldnot reach in side house build ing shelter

iam






okay

*He's accepted it, at least until people make him think and feel more about it.*

voice

[silverfuller]

You must get inside! You will surely freeze in the night chill!

[Or worse, but he decides not to mention that]

text - @claytonator

[dr_unconscious]

[Clayton has no intention to respond to replies to this--he doesn't expect any from affected parties to be positive ones, or ones that would benefit from further apology or explanation--but to say nothing at all feels too callous, uncomfortable and wrong at his core.]

[He made a promise, after all.]

I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you.

>:[

[0thingsonmymind]

NO

no
you canNOT help
you on ly H U R T
stay a way

leave them A LONE

*Clayton should know who 'them' refers to.*

audio ; @lovesya

[victorytothesexy]

[Hey, that username, isn't that...? Yeah! That's the dude he was chatting with a few days ago, right? What the- man, that's one creeeepy mask! Wait, was that why he was so hellbent on appearances not mattering earlier?

Agh, and more importantly--]

Hey!

If you don't want it to end like this, start running or something.

[People told him that giving up on life was bad, so he's-- just gonna see if he can return the favour.]

[0thingsonmymind]

icannot
itis too late
every thing is
locked

[victorytothesexy]

[He knows the guy's right, and that there really isn't much he could help with anymore, but... man.]

You-- sure there isn't any place to hide or anything? Anywhere?

[He's fairly sure there isn't, but it doesn't hurt to try. Much better than just standing around, waiting for death to take you, anyway! There's always a chance the others who died before just overlooked something.]

@CaptSteveRogers; text

[starsandtights]

[Christ. Steve scrubs a weary hand down his face. Hell, but this week is a struggle. It was bad enough seeing obits every few days but now it's people he knows, if only a little bit, people he's spoken to, people he's shared shelter with, and it's so much worse.

Steve stares at the message a few more times, then types out a quick message. He doesn't know what the hell else to say.]

Godspeed, Brian.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He's not entirely sure what that means but he thinks he gets the general idea.*

thanky ou