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[Static. Static that gives way to a blurry, shaky camera arc, clearing on a section of the wall outside of the Inner City. But like the Animus posts, there's no PCD on the other side of the recording. It just... is, transmitting itself with no apparatus.
The image eventually sharpens. A small fish- mostly green- swims in quick loops, darting around the screen. Considering all the water, it doesn't look out of place.
A single voice finally cuts in, though it fades in and out.]Hello!It's much brighter out here. [Something has left the Inner City.] | | |
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something sprung a leaksorry about thatmaybe that will drown them
but the place looked dirty anywaymight as well clean it it's dark, too dark to seeit's very hard to get a plumber in here | | |
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[There's the usual static hum on everyone's PCD, as the screen goes black. After a moment, a low flute tone starts up, continuing as a background melody throughout. For anyone who hears it, it would sound vaguely familiar, from their home world- though played inexpertly, as if they couldn't entirely remember how it was supposed to go.]too soon, too earlynot quickly enough calm down, take a breath we're still setting upwe'll take it apartyou always dowe can carry it ourselves
is it really necessary
finally, that's better
wait what's going on | | |
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it's too dry you should've listenedwe don't like itwe warned you
the weather forecast was wrong
someone tell me, whose is it? | | |
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our flock
we didn't mean to startle
but we were coldand you looked so delicious | | |
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[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.] | | |
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[ 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 ]too barren, too emptytoo handmadeunnaturalwe'll redo it all
this will start | | |
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[ 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 ]thicker than waterand harder to cleanbut true ties are on the inside
which makes them messy to connect
the spots we tried some didn't fit do not forgetwe tried to believe | | |
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[ 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--
--additionally, each character - at midnight - is woken (or startled, in any case) by a bit of snow plonking them in the head]take a shot try your bestyour supplies are around youthe winners take all
or something at least | | |
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[ 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 ]revive!the eternal history!
the rooms
the clothing! | | |
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