( [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? ]
[ 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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