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[oversight]

[ A(n ongoing) series of garbled texts are sent in the days following the bisection of the ship. Many of the texts are to random recipients, sometimes in mass-text form (where available). Some of the messages will even repeat themselves from one day to the next, if anyone cares to compare notes. Anyone who receives the message and responds is apt to get a reply from Blake, who has remained restless since all of this began. ]

June 01 - 02
Neighbor | Harbinger | Threshold | Sanctuary

June 03
Random
[Some time on June 03, these messages will become more erratic and unpredictable as the isolation sickness gets worse. John will be wandering until he succumbs to the coma and stops answering completely.

Due to the strain on the communications network, it's not impossible to receive the messages in the stern of the ship, but they'll be a considerable amount of interference.



[[ OOC: Text options in comments. Additional options available, including action on June 01 - 02. Send me a PM for a starter or hit me up with a PP on plurk @blakeroo. ]]

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Neighbor

[oversight]

░░░░ saw⁞░y neighbor from across the hall. She was standing at the lift. I couldn't see her face, but she had this hair that was always done up in a ⁞⁞▓hive. There was no mistaking her, right down to the smell of her cigarettes. The smoke ⁞illed the air. It burned my eyes it wa░⁞⁞so thick.

I knew I had to get past her but when I got t⁞⁞⁞he lift she grabbed me░░ith these░⁞⁞alon-like hand⁞⁞▓░░houlder ⁞⁞⁞blood and I░░

[wiped]

Talons? Who was bleeding, you?

[oversight]

Yes, it wa⁞⁞▓▓. I felt this pressure and it░░ still bothering me, but I don░t actually see any wounds. Blood▓░▓not surpr░░░⁞g with everything that's going on.

What do you think ▓▓▓▓░ans?

[wiped]

I think it means something's in your head. Something's messing with your head.

Can you get back? Can you find your way to somewhere light? Or with better reception?

[oversight]

It f▓░ls like I've been walking around in ci⁞▓les. Messages have been garbled f░r me for a couple hours now. I░⁞⁞⁞⁞⁞⁞t seen any markings in a whil░░ but I'm on the s⁞▓▓▓▓░or.

Harbinger

[oversight]

⁞▓▓▓▓░nary tapping at the door. It sounds crazy, I know, but if you could have been there to hear it⁞⁞⁞u'd say the same thing. And it gets weir⁞er too, because the ⁞⁞▓xt day I went out to do more in░░stigation and I swear on ░░░⁞⁞aw a yel⁞⁞▓▓░⁞ather stuck to the bottom of a ⁞⁞ot.

When I tried following the person to make sure, th⁞⁞⁞ was a ░░░⁞ in the way. But I'm absolutely convinced. There's no ░░░⁞bt in my mind. I know what I saw.

Threshold

[oversight]

I FOUND A DOOR. I SAW Y▓░ THERE ON THE OTHER SIDE. DO▓▓ ⁞⁞⁞⁞ I WILL COME AND GET YOU. DON▓ MOVE. PLEASE DONTMOVEEEEEEEEEE░░░░░░░░░░░░

[birdarang]

what??
my door? why my door

[oversight]

THAT'S WHE▓▓░I SAW YOU⁞⁞⁞N⁞NG

[ His capslock might be stuck on or he might be capitalizing each letter very purposefully. At this point it's hard to tell. Even harder to tell who he's talking to, though, despite what his text might lead Robin to believe. ]

⁞⁞THINK I H░VE TO GO AROUUUU░░░░░UUUUND BBBU⁞⁞⁞⁞LL GET THER⁞⁞

i hope i am not annoying you with tagging you also lol

[birdarang]

s
stop

i don't feel good don't

omg, why would you worry about that? tag me forever always everywhere bb <33

[oversight]

WHATSSSSS ▓▓▓░░NING? WHERE DID YOU ▓▓OOOOOO┊O┊OOOOO┊┊┊OOO

I CAN'T SSSS░░░⁞SSEE YOU┊NOW

Sanctuary

[oversight]

We had breakfast. I made e░░s and coffee and we sat in silence for twenty min░░░░░░hile we ate. I had a report to fi⁞⁞sh and you finally asked me how important it was when we were almost finished. There was a moment where I hesitated. I wanted to say somethi▓▓░▓▓░e but I felt like my jaw was locked closed, like I couldn't speak.

I shrugged and ░idn't say anything. You ▓▓⁞⁞⁞⁞ like you knew the answer anyway. You waved, I waved, and the⁞⁞⁞▓▓ walked out the door.

We didn't actually speak a word the whole time░ I still don't know ▓░w you asked without ░░░░░, but you did.

[anybodies]

Hey, snap out of it.

We haven't talked since work. Or the network the other week.

Where are you?

[oversight]

My ⁞⁞arters. ▓▓░ted to go down to the O░⁞⁞░░░dens. Can't make my⁞⁞ay through. I▓ve been trying for days now. ⁞⁞⁞progress on your end?

[anybodies]

I haven't been trying the gardens but I'm very lost.

I think I can feel my brother somehow. He isn't near but in my mind.

Is there anyone for you?

1/2

[oversight]

I░░⁞only getting about every other word⁞⁞⁞⁞

Also very lost. I hav⁞▓t been able to cross the⁞⁞▓░░

[oversight]

[ Several moments pass before there's another message, and even then it's not the remainder of the first. ]

░een seeing a lot of unfamiliar faces?

[anybodies]

I know. This has happened before.

Static and interference.

[She isn't surprised that his perception of her end is as botched as her read of his. Even if her player has forgotten all about fun Zalgo text and choppy static characters!]

I recognize all mine.

But you have to find someone you know.

[anybodies]

You have to find someone you know.

You need to touch them.

The ship is hurting you. Separation is damaging your brain.

[She'll repeat it as much as she needs to; as often as she can, before he communicates some inkling of understanding. Cute intrigues, subtle intimations, and offhanded flirtations across the network were appropriate when fucking brain damage was off the menu.]

[oversight]

[ While it's a toss-up how much he receives back, the last messages seem to come through pretty clear if his response is any indication. ]

⁞⁞⁞⁞⁞⁞⁞⁞seen a soul ▓▓▓⁞⁞couple hours, but I'll keep an eye out for someone░░░░ve been holding hands in our spare time, haven'⁞⁞⁞⁞

Where a▓e you now?

[anybodies]

The bow.

Somewhere. [Rueful about that. Right now, she's walking through an endless forest that she doesn't recognize. Someone else's dream or nightmare.]

Do you remember who you meant your first message for?

The one about coffee.

[oversight]

Yeah, it was f░░ Dean Wincheste⁞⁞ We lost contact a coupl⁞⁞⁞⁞ys ago. If you hear anything ▓▓░░t him I'd like to know.

[ If the message doesn't get re-routed, re-interpreted, rejected... Honestly, for a moment he wasn't sure these messages were real or just what he was hoping to see. Several references to older texts with unchanging results leads him to believe they are real, but then again, reality seems a bit more... fluid around these parts lately. ]

[anybodies]

I'm sorry, I haven't. I'm really sorry.

[Moreso now that she knows it was Dean, because she's looking back at the way that John wrote that initial misfired text and it doesn't take telepathy or preternatural intelligence or even metamorph's intuition to sense there's something between them. Something for John, anyway. It's a very particular place your head and your heart have to be, to transform ordinary moments, like coffee and parting at a doorway into something you'd describe like that.]

But I'll try and look.

We should both try.

If you concentrate, you might be able to sense him. You might be able to save both of you.

[oversight]

[ What's between them is years and years in the making, and its always the ordinary moments that stick out as far as John's concerned. They're fewer and more far-between than one might think.

Blake didn't feel like he was being driven by sentiment at the time — it had felt much more like desperation to get his message across — but in retrospect, it was the normality of the situation that struck him the most. That made him reach out at all. ]

⁞⁞░░░░▓couldn't sen⁞⁞ him if he was ▓▓⁞░░░░way. I⁞⁞ not sure how I'm s░pposed to change that.

What have y▓░ been doing? Can you sense ░░?

[anybodies]

Walking. Fighting. Running a little. Mostly walking.

Trying not to get sucked into any of these alternate reality traps. It's not easy. The temptation's there. Ship's trying to get me to remember how much I miss my old mattress.

[Among other things.]

You still moving?

[oversight]

[ It's something of a relief to realize he's not entirely insane. It's something about the ship or their surroundings that has him seeing landladies and old friends and long-forgotten places. At one point he's fairly certain that looking into a shiny surface had yielded a reflection that was not himself, but a younger version with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth like some kind of rebel. He'd coughed at the sight despite there being no smoke to react to.

Amazing where the mind will take a person. ]

I░am. My feet are killing m⁞⁞ I haven't ▓▓opped in a couple hours, but I think I'm ▓⁞⁞░ing clos▓▓

[ Close to what? He's not quite sure. ]

[anybodies]

[She isn't either. She hopes it's more of a who than what.]

All right. Keep me updated ok?

I'll check in in 2 hours if I don't hear from you.

Or if I hear from D.W.

[oversight]

Got it. T⁞⁞░k you. I owe y▓u one.

[ He means that, too, though how that favor will manifest itself is hard tell at any given time, particularly now. ]

Random

[oversight]

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