there's an app for that

[kimaris]

WHAT in person/phone shit
WHERE everywhere
WHEN 108
NOTES an evil phone app does what it wants so WARNING JUST IN CASE

[ This morning you'll wake up like usual.

Except that if you look at your phone/whatever electronic you might have/etc you'll see this:



Huh, that shouldn't be there, nestled neatly among your other apps, should it? Any attempt to delete the app will just have it returning after a few minutes, but opening it doesn't seem to do anything... however, you might notice that you'll be getting a few more phone calls/texts/voice mails throughout the day. ]

THE FUCK IS THIS:

- An evil phone app.
- Fake the voice of anyone, ever. Including your dead loved ones.
- Sends you texts/pictures of things that aren't happening IRL but you don't know that, do you?
- Leave you voice mails of scenes from the past/fake scenes/whatever
- Like do you want to hear someone you have a crush on banging someone else, no, too bad.
- Or maybe you want to hear someone about to die, no, uhhh sorry too bad.
- Pretty much anything and everything you could want that would result in self indulgent relationship drama go FORTH. It can tell the truth if it's something you wouldn't want to hear, etc etc.
- Just make sure to clear it with other parties if it's gonna affect other characters and shit etc etc.
- It's not immediately hack-able or anything but if you're super tech savvy you can probably remove it after a long and arduous battle.
- It'll go away in a few days anyway. It's also maybe not super obvious it's the app but that can be figured out soon enough WHY ARE MY OOC NOTES ALWAYS LONGER THAN THE FUCKING POST.
- If you don't have a phone whatever you can adjust it to make anything work.
- DRAMA.
- It's a shark because I like sharks.

Comments

[inhibiting]

[ JUST FUCKING DROPS HER PHONE RIGHT ON THE SIDEWALK ]

[punchiest]

[ hopefully you weren't in the way when ayer threw his phone because he throws pretty hard ]

Shut the fuck up!

[takehisheadoff]

[ looks like he got beat up, a broken hand and a broke finger on the other hand blah blah

anyway, he's just hanging out at the bar listening to voicemails?????? ]

[deicider]

Wow, what happened to you?

[takehisheadoff]

You're interrupting.

[deicider]

[Sits next to! Leaning over.]

What are you listening to?

[takehisheadoff]

I said you're interrupting.

[ puts his more broken hand on Sniper's face and pushes, if allowed ]

[deicider]

[Grabs his wrist and diverts it.]

Sorry, I'll wait until it's finished.

[takehisheadoff]

I'm not interested in an audience.

[deicider]

You got pushy.

[takehisheadoff]

Hah?

[deicider]

Compared to last time we chatted.

[which was like. when they fucked]

[takehisheadoff]

There was a task to be had then.

[deicider]

Should I feel used?

[takehisheadoff]

Of course you should, but that was essentially spelled out, wasn't it?

[deicider]

True.

[takehisheadoff]

So, there you go.

[deicider]

[Props a chin on their hand and looks at him.]

[takehisheadoff]

If you're curious about something, please, go ahead and state it.

[deicider]

I was debating. Why are you fucking Mori?

[takehisheadoff]

[ . . . ]

That's not a question I expected. Has he said something like, how disappointing? I wouldn't put it past him.

[ tone is dry. ]

[deicider]

Do you think you're disappointing in bed...?

[takehisheadoff]

If you're asking me about why, I wonder what Mori-san has told you.

[ so, no ]

[deicider]

Mori and I are friends, they tell me a lot. You two are really horrible for each other.

[takehisheadoff]

Oh, is that all. [ makes a shooing motion ]

[deicider]

Hoping they'll kill you back?

[Teasing.]

[takehisheadoff]

[ . . . stares. ]

What.

[deicider]

Are you hoping they'll kill you?

[takehisheadoff]

Why are you asking that, I wonder.

[deicider]

Curiosity.

[takehisheadoff]

Hah, is that so. Well, no, that's not my intention. This Mori-san isn't the same that I know, anyway.

[deicider]

What's the biggest difference? Besides them being alive.

[takehisheadoff]

I have to admit, you don't seem like a particularly trustworthy person.

[deicider]

[They look surprised.]

Trustworthy in what sense?

[takehisheadoff]

The company you keep does matter, and while judging you based on Mori-san is pretty rude of me I can't say I mind~. The social politic here is much different from home, you see.

[deicider]

You also keep company with Mori.

[takehisheadoff]

Ah, but you know, 'Dazai Osamu' is also not a very trustworthy person.

[deicider]

I would believe that. Well, I kill people, but I don't think that makes me untrustworthy.

[takehisheadoff]

I'm not sure you can change my mind so easily. I would probably give up.

[deicider]

[haha]

Not even in 50 years?

[takehisheadoff]

Not even in 100.

[honoraria]

[goes chalk white, phone slipping out of his hand.

the voicemail's still playing faintly on the ground; it sounds...kind of like Cecy??]

[coldhand]

[well that's a telling expression, isn't it?]

Hey...? Everything okay?

[honoraria]

[after a long moment of stuffing back his initial panic, he manages a strangled response]

Y--Yes.

[he's still chalk white and seems to have zero desire to touch his phone, but uh, it's something]

[coldhand]

Sorry. Should I...? [Go? Or help... somehow? She's not really sure herself.]

[honoraria]

[shakes his head really quickly]

No, that's--I just. Need a moment.

[coldhand]

No problem. Take all the time you need.

[griefers]

[ Frankly this phone is kind of new and she hasn't really used it, so when she gets a call in a coffee shop this morning, she's just kind of frowning at it.

And when she answers with a cheerful, but cautious "Hello?" she's freezing almost immediately.

And is still frozen there, looking a mix of shocked and angry. One minute... two minutes... she's still listening. ]