{Animus}

[adstring_npc]

[There is a static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. it starts to whisper, before ghostly voices seep through the communication lines--

...Except instead of obnoxious text, there's an absolutely piercing shriek. Think banshee.

Then children laughing, high pitched and delighted. Then distortion-

A throaty opera singer, carrying a note longer than should be physically possible-

Jaunty rock. Explosive jazz. One sound after another, barely long enough to register, so it's little more than a jarring cacophony of noise.

Eventually it fades into static, then silence for all of a few seconds- before closing on a final crash of cymbals.]

Comments

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we have a lot of nothing

we're running out of places to keep it

[buntails.livejournal.com]

That doesn't make any sense.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we keep it in the original packaging
so it won't lose value

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Geez, if you can't make sense, I'm going back to bed after all.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

but we're lonely
and we have more songs

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Can't they wait until a decent hour?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

there are no indecent !
and we couldn't sleep

[buntails.livejournal.com]

So you sleep, too.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we might be sleeping now
what if we're imagining this

don't like these dreams

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Do you have bad dreams sometimes?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

all of them

[buntails.livejournal.com]

That must be hard.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

it's crunchy

but there's not much flavor

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Now you're getting weird again. I'm going back to bed.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

[Well that pulls her right back.]

Is that what you want? To get to know us?

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

sometimes
already do

don't want to

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Is that why you bring us here?

You know, if that's it... If I could go back and forth, I'd definitely come here sometimes on my own! But being like here this, and not being able to see everyone back home... I can't like it!

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we toss you around
you'll forget it each time

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Promises have meaning. I promised I wouldn't abandon the people here, and here I am again.

I don't want to be trapped here. But while I am, I'll keep my promises.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

You're wrong. It's the one thing that doesn't change here. It's what has the most meaning.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

we've taken it

[buntails.livejournal.com]

You haven't taken it at all. We all carry our meaning in our hearts. Even if our minds forget, even if you control some of our actions, our hearts are still our own. They never change, they never forget, they never give up.

And they have all the meaning in the world. In every world. No one can touch that.

[adstring-npc.livejournal.com]

heart is an organ
we'll steal yours
we don't have any yet

then we'll take your meaning