( 12 ) anon text ♧ so glad we've almost made it so sad they had to fade

[became]

( ooc | same rules as the first go-round; this takes place at O'DARK THIRTY after everything goes down icly on the 12th. i'll do the same i did last time, spread out the comments so it's not 'be here now or suck it', however all the bulletins will go up icly in a cluster.

neal isn't watching the post and in fact has no idea he made it, due to the anon function no ic tracing can be done; but it's not like he didn't do this already, so the people who know his work don't need to icly beat around the bush to spare MYSTERY etc.

other than that, have fun and remember: smiley is our friend.

...right? )

Comments

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[supfirehawk]

Is this supposed to mean something?

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[ex_question191]

... Is that Bob Dylan?

[ not sure if creepy or just glee club. ]

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[growling]

Probably, though he might be going with the one by The Byrds. It's more his style.

But yes, I think it's all lyrics, two songs, though I'm not sure what's going on with the last line yet.

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[ex_question191]

More Bob Dylan, I'm pretty sure. Except made extra-creepifying to order. Who sends this stuff?

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[abrahamic]

Of course you listen to Bob Dylan.

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[ex_question191]

Just because the music you listen to is never gonna be popular enough to be used as some kind of creepy clue.

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[abrahamic]

so am i just seeing things or is "i have no one to meet" scrambled in there somewhere??

"though i know someone's empire has turned to sand
vanished from my hand
he stayed behind the assembly
he could be seen returning"

smth smth jesus christ what the hell is this

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[growling]

Just our regularly scheduled lyrical interlude. Where are you?

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[abrahamic]

someone should fire their editor, this is unreadable.
currently hanging out at the kitchen, we're out of milk again :(
you?

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[growling]

I guess I kind of asked for it this time.

Parsed out the creepy lyrics. Stray words in caps, maybe more lyrics, maybe vague messages, either way I can't quite make them out.

though know that evening's empire has returned into sand vanished from my hand
he stayed behind the assembly hall it was there he made
left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
his bed oftentimes he could be seen returning until one day
my weariness amazes me, i'm branded on my feet
IT WAS NOT HIS WORK?
i have no one to meet
he just appeared with a note in his hand which read
and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
the soles of my feet i swear they're burning
INSTHES???NG LESIANGELESMO R NINGSHE ?SCOM E S FOLLOWINGY OU

Looks like ??? morning she comes following you, but given the established tendency towards weird word games, leaving it as is just in case. Extra S's?

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[abrahamic]

that last one looks like "in the singing morning she'll come following you"
there's some repeating a's and j-looking things in there
this is kinda fun in a creepy way

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[growling]

No it is not fun, stop participating. This is an adults only conversation.

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[emerges]

we need to have a talk about your hobbies

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[growling]

Follow-up to last line, same lyrics with some edits.

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you is the original; I = he, lots of stray S's.

"It was not his work" still rogue?

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[theyalldieforme]

I think he's following you.

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[growling]

Maybe an overly vague and creepy response, but thank you, the input is appreciated.

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[parkours]

yeah that's not creepy at all

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[growling]

If it helps, I think creeping people out is the primary directive - there hasn't been much substance to these things yet. The most disconcerting part at this point is the ship's apparent fondness for 60s/70s rock of questionable quality.

Were you here for the last round?

cambitas encryption motherfucker :|

[coffeeking]

Don't you have anything better to do, Caffrey?

MESSAGE TWO ( icly just after message one )

[became]

( not an ic cut )

[chambermaid]

... Are these drawings?

[nothlit]

It's a code.

[chambermaid]

A code?

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[certainproclivity]

[As soon as the message goes live, Sark's en route to Neal's room before the second message is even posted. His tattoo still works on his door, which is quite the blessing- he'd hate to have to put up a ton of firewalls just to send Neal a congratulatory message- and he slinks in.]

Someone's gaining quite the cult following for something they never intended to respond to, not unlike certain other individuals I could name.

action; oh baby you know just how i like it

[became]

[ for his part, neal's huddled over his sketch pad, drawing furiously and then ripping the page out and crumpling it in a fist and then throwing it at the wall and standing in one fast, jerky movement.

he's back to looking sharp instead of tired and gaunt, feral around the edges; neal moves gracefully, but that's not present now. grace, maybe, but not the same gentle elegance. ]

It's wrong. They're wrong. [ there are discarded sheets of paper on the floor; a theme isn't hard to spot, with a quick look over them all.

he repeats himself, low and vicious. ] They're wrong.