Continuation: Our avatars are in a room.

should have done it

1500 XP◊

Sorry about vanishing regular and bacon, real life came up.

Aight, it's fine.

Lautrec's still in the same spot.

it's fine

Did you just call Bcom Bacon?

Yes, I nickname people.

Gotcha.

I also call him Bitcoin, but that one may be interpreted to be mean. >.<

I Have Many Names

Terribly sorry.

I got caught up in making a cup of tea, as well as ordering my sister's birthday present.

Is fine~

I find it funny how Jam writes out the Saber dreams segment by segment.

While for the Archer dreams I just link to an FSN LP.

good afternoon my friends

i'm ready i'm ready

im gonna cry

wai

school tommorow

i have school the next day

hold me

weenie hut wimps

the lot a ya

i also have school tomorrow

not gonna be able to be with you guys all day anymore ;_;

;_;

eugh, i had something approaching a nightmare

I was a low lying member of an internal affairs organization, we were in the mountains checking on something in our disused, rusty, ill-maintained shithole of an outpost, when we got a call from a voice that spoke in a piercing falsetto, it seemed to believe that I was a member of another organization, and was calmly informing me of their plans, I tried as hard as I could to remain quiet but acknowledged I was there at my supervisor's request.

We eventually found the call was coming from a prisoner in a cell in the outpost, an incredibly pale man with strange facial feature, nothing I can describe, his face was just wrong. He wore dark clothing. And yet despite the signal coming from him, he wasn't talking nor holding a phone. Part way through a sentence he abruptly stops, and look at the camera.

"You're not a real one."

And then he vanishes like smoke. We review the footage to find out what the fuck happened. He was never there. As we check we see him there again, staring at the camera.

"We know what you've-"

We fastforward an hour and he's there again.

"-done."

He speaks with the exact same inflection, finishing the sentence. He vanishes again, this time for good. I feel like he could be lurking in any shadow, despite my supervisor assuring as that there is a rational explanation and these are just a drill to keep agents on edge and frosty.

And then I had another dream.

It was kind of like the Legend of Zelda, I suppose, just a town of very strange people that reminded me from things of Zelda, they were taking a town photo when they are informed of something going very wrong in containment, and cut it out for a moment, a man with flesh and wires and such has arrived where he shouldn't be and it requires the Admin's attention. And a total containment breech occurs, and everyone panics. They begin trying to leave the strange cyber-space where they are. And one is trapped in a machine, conscious, due to a power-outage. He's trying to get out of the thing, it's open top, just a tablet with blue holograms around him, and an image of DNA beneath his body, he speaks to the technicians and they assure him he'll be out in a moment. They're just working on it.

Then they become incredibly alarmed as parts of the DNA hologram turn orange, and a percentage meter pops up reading: Genetic Corruption: 1%. The orange is a foreign thing invading the system and somehow entering his body, released in the breech. They begin bearing down to get him out as his genetics are corruption, knowing that 60% is irreversible. They are about to free him when another power disturbance frazzles their systems and forces them to work from square one, they also don't know how corrupted he is. The systems come back on and he's at 55% corruption, they try uploading the program. The man mentions how this doesn't hurt as much as he thought it would. The counter turns to 60% and the man screams.

Daaaang Seer. S Ounds like a messed up dream.