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[EVENT] Memory Tapes
On the morning of November 21st, denizens in the Velvet Room will awake to a message on their phones or by their bedsides in an envelope. Perhaps even on their computer screens.
Greetings! If you've received this message, then you've been selected as a participant in a new activity to strengthen bonds within this community.
In order to facilitate connections with your fellow residents, we advise you to watch this video. Watch it and return the tape to its rightful owner. If you lacked the means to watch VHS tapes before, we have provided you with the necessary equipment.
Failure to do so may put your own memories at risk. Do not be selfish, lest you find yourself struggling to recall crucial moments of your life. You have no way of knowing which memories have been shared, so ask yourself if it is worth the risk to selfishly hoard another's secrets.
They will soon find a VHS tape, with a case that gives off a soft, blue glow to symbolize its importance. If they lack a TV or VCR, they will find one in their living space.
What they do is up to them, but they should heed the warning, if they value their own memories.
[For links to characters' memories, please see this post in the OOC comm. Have fun!]
Greetings! If you've received this message, then you've been selected as a participant in a new activity to strengthen bonds within this community.
In order to facilitate connections with your fellow residents, we advise you to watch this video. Watch it and return the tape to its rightful owner. If you lacked the means to watch VHS tapes before, we have provided you with the necessary equipment.
Failure to do so may put your own memories at risk. Do not be selfish, lest you find yourself struggling to recall crucial moments of your life. You have no way of knowing which memories have been shared, so ask yourself if it is worth the risk to selfishly hoard another's secrets.
They will soon find a VHS tape, with a case that gives off a soft, blue glow to symbolize its importance. If they lack a TV or VCR, they will find one in their living space.
What they do is up to them, but they should heed the warning, if they value their own memories.
[For links to characters' memories, please see this post in the OOC comm. Have fun!]
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He knew it. He fucking knew this asshole was bad news, and the tape he just watched confirmed all his suspicions. Noble as his intentions may have been at first- saving people- he can take over people's bodies. He can control them by having their picture, he fucking knew it.
If the end of the tape was anything to go by... those noble intentions didn't last very long. If they ever truly were noble to begin with.
Selfish, manipulative asshole. Falcon fucking knew it.
He fumes as he looks at the perfectly fine tape, despite breaking it in two moments ago. He tried throwing it out, but it just reappeared, just like the message earlier said. He needs to return it, apparently.
Fuck. He is not meeting with that piece of shit.
He's briefly distracted when the doorbell rings, and when he opens, it's a package for him. And inside...
One of his own tapes, and at the bottom of the box: Just destroy it. No point in checking.
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Falcon, of course, checks anyway. He doesn't know who sent this package, but he needs to know what they saw-
He almost agrees with the message. He almost wishes he hadn't.
He's horribly, unnaturally still by the time the tape ends, his fans loudly blowing air as he- fuck, he doesn't know- he's- he hates this. He hates this. He wants to fucking cry, and scream, and-
His mom. His mom.
Why this memory? Why, why, why would they unearth- why would they fucking-
A horrible, glitchy noise leaves his throat, his fingers digging into his arms- hard enough that he can hear the metal protesting and whining. He hates this fucking place. He hates it so much. He's going to kill Shido, everyone in the conspiracy, and Igor and his guard dogs.
Someone saw this. And he doesn't even know who it was.
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He doesn't move for a very, very long time after that. His mind keeps spinning and spinning and spinning, catching itself in a neverending loop of fury, of horror, terror, every negative emotion he is capable of feeling.
His eyes snap towards Kira's tape after what could either be minutes, or hours. It feels like hours- but his internal clock tells him it has only been around 15 minutes. He's received other tapes too, but this one-
Fuck. He's not meeting with Kira. He refuses. Returning the tapes to everyone else is gonna suck enough as is, but Kira-
No.
He doesn't even really know where Kira lives, but he's not meeting with him. The box, however, does give him an idea. He grabs the tape, shoves it carelessly into the box- he needs to get out anyway, he can't fucking stay here right now. He needs to- he needs to do something. The images of his mom flit through his mind and FUCK-
He can't cry, but he can scream, and he can mistreat boxes that contain tapes. By the end, the box is more like a sad heap of cardboard forcibly ducktaped to the tape in question, and if he had a throat to feel raw, it probably would. He carries it with him as he goes out, angry footsteps echoing through Inaba. When he arrives in the Velvet Room, neither Igor nor his attendants are there- probably for the best, because despite getting his ass kicked earlier, he's not sure he could hold back from trying to fight them.
He throws the box down near the conspiracy board, glaring at it, before he pulls up the network.
"Your tape is in the Velvet Room. Stay the fuck away from me, Kira, you body-snatching piece of shit."
With that, he storms out once more, the image of his mother's dead body still on his mind, mixing with the grim details of Kira's tape into a cocktail of horror and fury.
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can you expand on the body snatching please
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i fucking knew that was suspicious
does "pictures" include video footage
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theyll prob come back so well have to keep doing it but it could work
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anyway thanks for the info
TW: extreme self-harm mentioned. mentions of sexual assault.
Falcon.
Falcon got his last laugh. He should have known. A fucking child trapped in a bot's body- why the hell should he be surprised by these turn of events. No- a child would have probably been more responsible than whatever the hell is going on in that bitch tin can's head. No. Its not like he could take revenge on Falcon and use his tape in some way to pull him down- he's not low like him and he doesn't know whether him biting back like that wouldn't just drag him down the same pit that he used.
If it takes a nuclear bomb to put that shithead down he will do it. He will do it.Just you wait, Gorobo.Fucking Falcon.
But right now.
He is at his lowest.
The tape had already been punctured through the box and ripped apart from its packaging, now sitting in a casette player offered by the white haired attendant who went by the name Elizabeth.
The whole world was pulled into a standstill. The interrogation room. The cuffs. The blindfold. Shido. Fucking Shido who first brought down the veil that posed as his innocence to puncturing through whatever had left him normal. Pure. His breath collapsed, fingers digging into his chest as he watched the horror that he had tried to push away ever since that day had occured. Now he festered within his body like a parasite- itching within his skin like that day when he took over Wakaba's body.
And this.
This was what Falcon was willing to reveal to the whole world by leaving the tape at a place everyone knew.
Wordlessly he looks up at Elizabeth- lips parting as his insides grew mush.
He could still taste his own thumb in his mouth as tears bloomed in his eyes.Then he did something he never thought he would do.
He rushes towards Igor.
Before the velvet attendant could do anything, he's already around the desk and he's fallen to his knees.
"Please."
He bangs his head on the floor as his lips part as if his heart has just been ripped out. "Please. Igor. Sir. Master, please."
If this gets out...
"Please let me go home."
"Please."
He even manages to reach so close to Igor's feet he could even have tried killing him.
"Please. You already took most of my vision. Please send me home, sir. Igor. Please."
"They will kill me. They will blindfold me. Please."
A wretched cry collapsed from his lips. "PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU!"