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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 15, 2016 20:59:57 GMT -8
Erel- "We did our job, and then everyone turned traitor on us..." He grumbles loudly, still afraid. At this point he wasn't sure if it was worth raising protest about.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 16, 2016 19:01:41 GMT -8
Jill - "Are you one of the people responsible for everything that's happened? I'd appreciate it if you explained this funny business." Jill knew the face on the monitor had no obligation to explain himself, and could likely zap them into oblivion with the push of a button if so inclined. Still, it would be nice to be shown some curtesy after being dragged aboard SS Evil Conglomerate.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 19, 2016 18:31:50 GMT -8
The big guy's face slowly surveyed the scene, which didn't make much sense without an apparent camera near his perspective.
Face on screen / Big Guy- "Wouldn't be so freaky for ya if you kept your cerebro-spinal modulators online. You're all freaking out, aren't you? Like a bunch of damn hippies. Traitors? You getting paranoid from your mara-hu-wanna cigarettes? Who's the unsanctioned visitor? Your supplier?"
Suddenly, Erel was knocked to the floor by another TV screen bursting from the panel above his head. It dangled from a mass of vine-like wires and cables, another figure on its screen, swaying gently in place above Erel.
Truman- "The signal is in real trouble, my friends."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 19, 2016 20:49:16 GMT -8
Erel- "OW! Shit. What signal?" He crawls away from the monitor. "We didn't mess with anything, we were following directions and then everyone became traitors.. We were trying to get help for this young lady here..."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 20, 2016 14:54:07 GMT -8
Jill - "I can vouch for the latter."
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Post by Trinity on Mar 20, 2016 15:51:46 GMT -8
Mason stood up straight from his position on the wall, and defiantly pointed at the first screen with a wobbly finger. Mason- "Listen buddy. I've been.. *wheeze* shot by a psycho from a TV station, I've witnessed.. *wheeze* ..Little kids make some dude ooze to death, and a damn.. *wheeze* ..ATM machine talk like a goddamn Transformer! I think we all deserve a little.. *wheeze* ..Explanation here."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 21, 2016 2:33:50 GMT -8
The TV above Erel looked wrong somehow, like the surface was just slightly too flexible and organic - poorly made papier-mâché soaked to near rupture from within.
Truman- "The most important signal, Mr. Nelson. The yellow wave protects the new humanity from bad signals. If it falters, unregulated or poorly modulated transmissions can damage the end user experience."
Big Guy- "Traitors, traitors you keep saying. No one is accountable for anything anymore. Probably blame society."
The screen with the younger man sagged perilously, looked almost like it was breathing.
Truman- "Your CSMs are offline and you have no protection. I'm afraid there isn't much we can do. Your humanity itself is in peril."
Face on screen / Big Guy- "Of course you don't think it makes sense. Your brains are scrambled, like children! And now... We pay the price."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 21, 2016 19:05:04 GMT -8
Jill - "So, everything before was just the frying pan... Er, I assume that means this altered reality is something only we four are experiencing. Then what really happened to that Tim after our encounter with the aforementioned machine?"
Jill didn't much trust her own memory of anything that had happened since they stepped into the building, and her mind raced with the possible scenarios. What if there was nothing wrong with that man after all? What if he was still alive before being blasted? Jill - "Wait. Did the children also see these nightmarish visions?" Could regular exposure to these visions turn a developing mind against humanity?
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 21, 2016 21:00:32 GMT -8
Erel- "So we have the same things in us...that can go awol when they are exposed to enemy signals...We gotta have them taken out somehow. How can we get the signals to protect us?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 23, 2016 13:01:10 GMT -8
Mason was quiet again for a moment, clutching his side.
Truman- "Humanity is humanity. You need to focus. You need to stay human. The rogue signals are worse than we imagin-- AUUUGGGH"
The wrinkled pendulous screen he was displayed on started spraying glowing white fluid from multiple holes before rupturing completely, dumping a bucket-worth of the stuff on the ground, splattering Erel's shoe.
Face on screen / Big Guy- "Lay down. Let it go. Ignore everything you see and feel and wait. If you aren't resisting, Davenport can get new CSMs implanted, remove the corrupted ones. The civilian can get one too - under the circumstance we'll waive the NDA until after the procedure - if she'll stop talking nonsense and do as I say."
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 23, 2016 15:40:52 GMT -8
Jill - "What just happened to the blonde man?" Jill wrinkles her nose at the remaining man in the functioning monitor. "Sorry. That's 'nonsense' too, isn't it?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 24, 2016 22:21:52 GMT -8
Erel- "I guess we just wait. We don't have much choice...do...we?" He wasn't sure they had much choice. Wait for death or wait for replacement..removal wasnt' an option was it? "Can we just get them removed instead, and go home? Being the new humanity isn't much good if our spines can turn into tapeworms when someone says boo..." He was a little tired of being a pushover, and was cranky from lack of food.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Mar 25, 2016 18:57:45 GMT -8
Jill - "I'm uneasy about letting my guard down, but I'll try to chill out," Jill said in reply to the youth and the man with the crutch.
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Post by Trinity on Mar 29, 2016 17:49:14 GMT -8
Mason wasn't having it; he threw down his gun and grabbed the sides of his head, clearly exasperated. He leaned against and slid down the wall until he hit the floor, staring off into space with wibbly-wobbly eyes.
"Am I the only one who thinks this is fucked?
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Post by Dr. Jar on Mar 30, 2016 17:03:31 GMT -8
Erel- "We'd probably just explode in those parasites, to be perfectly honest... We were all implanted." He sighs softly and looks like he'd like to lay down, but remains standing.
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