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mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 12:44 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 12:44 pm
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✖ anxiety attack: 013 ✖ event: ???? ✖
[339 Brady Lane, morning]
[The residents of Brady Lane might be awoken by sporadic bursts of barking and snarling in the middle of the night, and by morning Mika has reached a rather foul mood. Her poor sleep schedule's bad enough, but with the added stress of the sudden TV and radio noise on top of it has put her on edge.]
Quinn, I'm going out. I need to stock up on a few things, I'll explain when I get back. Raz, stay safe, I don't want you getting hurt and both of you keep an eye on that drone.
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[Someone's voice sounds more raw than usual, a low growl constant in her voice.]
The clocks have gone strange, the drones are acting up, and the walls and floors decide to play at being air for a while. Anyone else keeping track of this? It looks like our lovely little cage is starting to have accidents.
I'm going to keep track of the radio, see if I can't make out any of the mutterings, but it's too obnoxiously low right now to tell what they're saying.
[339 Brady Lane, afternoon]
[Something odd is going on at the Hatch house. Aside from occasional bursts of colorful swearing as her supplies fall through the walls and doors, Mika seems to be spending her time vandalizing the house. At least if those seals she seems intent on putting up could even be called that. Anyone coming close can smell sage smoke and there seems to be a lot of red tape on the windows.]
[The residents of Brady Lane might be awoken by sporadic bursts of barking and snarling in the middle of the night, and by morning Mika has reached a rather foul mood. Her poor sleep schedule's bad enough, but with the added stress of the sudden TV and radio noise on top of it has put her on edge.]
Quinn, I'm going out. I need to stock up on a few things, I'll explain when I get back. Raz, stay safe, I don't want you getting hurt and both of you keep an eye on that drone.
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[Someone's voice sounds more raw than usual, a low growl constant in her voice.]
The clocks have gone strange, the drones are acting up, and the walls and floors decide to play at being air for a while. Anyone else keeping track of this? It looks like our lovely little cage is starting to have accidents.
I'm going to keep track of the radio, see if I can't make out any of the mutterings, but it's too obnoxiously low right now to tell what they're saying.
[339 Brady Lane, afternoon]
[Something odd is going on at the Hatch house. Aside from occasional bursts of colorful swearing as her supplies fall through the walls and doors, Mika seems to be spending her time vandalizing the house. At least if those seals she seems intent on putting up could even be called that. Anyone coming close can smell sage smoke and there seems to be a lot of red tape on the windows.]
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Damn, if ya can't make out the voices, then probably there's nobody who can. I mean... ya have, like... dog hearing, right?
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Wolf, but close enough. Part of my problem is sorting through the static while half-asleep. There might be a few others with hearing better than mine, we'll have to try and work together to make it out.
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afternoon
Hey... what're ya up to? [He's looking over the windows.]
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[A notebook is thrown at him through a windowpane as she's trying to prep it from the outside. The pages are covered with a hurried scrawl, but there's different seals illustrated as well as notes about something involving windows and duct tape.]
Last shitty dump I was trapped in developed a nasty case of possessions and hauntings. I am not dealing with that again. The red tape prevents them from getting inside, burning sage cleanses the house, while the seals should keep anything worse outside. Thing is, I have a nasty feeling that this whole mess is more up your alley than mine.
[She stopped what she was doing, peering up at him through the glass.]
Does that make any sense or did I lose you, Quinn?
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Okay, no, see. Here's the thing. This is nothing like the possessions I'm used to, at least not quite. Doesn't this seem more like a technical failure? Like this is more like a series of programming errors? Suddenly I'm starting to wonder if this isn't all some bizarre virtual simulation or something.
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What's going on with the radio? I wasn't listening to it.
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I don't know, but from the way everything's glitching, it might be important.
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Mm, it's really weird. What do you think's going to happen?
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I don't know. I'm going to try talking with Quinn and some of the others and see if we can't study this somehow.
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My seals haven't been working either, so it can't be paranormal based. I'll keep an ear out for the radio signals and see if I can't transcribe them somehow.
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...All right, that sounded like a huge shot in the dark. Sorry about that.
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[339 Brady, morning]
Whoa! Okay, have fun!
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Raz! You okay?
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Some of the signals I receive are completely fine, but others said they sounded strange from the radio they heard it from.
But at least I have a good internal clock, it helps to reset the other clocks when they start moving strangely!
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An internal clock, huh? I almost want to ask what you are, but I think I might have a bit of an idea.
[That chirpy little voice sounds a bit familiar, but she can't say why...]
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You okay, lady?
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Eh... I'll take it as though this isn't a normal thing?
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