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[creme_master]

[France had avoided the glitching terminals through the first sweep, in the safety of his dorm. Venturing out - for sanity's sake - had in the end become necessary.

As the first Mommy rasped out from the nearest terminal it became abundantly clear that sanity's sake resided beneath his sheets.

His jaw clenched and he turned slowly to stare at the screen; making sure to keep at least ten feet gap. More like he's frozen in place.]

[gentle_souldier]

[Squeaks and jumps at the cries fromt he terminal, ducking behind the chair and trembling as he slowly lifts his head above the back, eyes wide and staring at the text on the screen.]

H-Hello??

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[The screen flickers and distorts in response.]

[gentle_souldier]

[Hesitantly prods at the screen with his staff, eyes wide behind the chair.] A-Are you trapped in there???

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[The plea for help is repeated on loop.]

[terranicidal]

[hey. ...HEY. creepy eye-thing! are you ignoring him, now?

he is frowning, warily... before poking the screen where that little eye had been hovering on the screen. what kind of program is this...? are they intending to scare the Tower residents? this is low budget, cheap scare shit...]

I finally get you talking and you clam up again? Bullshit.

Why won't you open the elevators? [it's not like he's been camping them ever since Halloween or anything for a sight of their ~mysterious~ benefactors... and thinks this is just another hoax by the higher-ups.]

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[The screen flickers wildly as he pokes it.

Then the administrative elevator rumbles to a stop on the library level. It doesn't open, but it's there.]

[terranicidal]

[oh shit--

his eyes snap around toward the still shut doors at the sound of the elevator moving... and he ceases his prodding at that. no really, he's suddenly a lot more enthusiastic, looking quite stunned. do you have any idea how long and hard he's been trying to get at these fucking doors?

he looks back down to the screen warily. maybe one of the programmers up top was rebelling? maybe this was just another ploy. but this is the only taste of... HOPE he's had. if they're just messing with him... he swears, he will make them pay. but on the offchance this has the potential to work in his favor...

he leans over the console a bit more.]

...Open the doors.

[maybe... if this thing is against them, they can scratch each other's backs. the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right...?

he doesn't care what it wants, long as he gets himself and his brother out of this Tower.]

Help me get to them... and I'll return the favor.

[it might blow up in his face if this is just a game by the superiors -- but he's got nothing else but stagnancy

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[There's a lengthy pause.

Then the elevator doors open.]

(OOC: Getting in that elevator will not lead to a good end.)

[Audio]

[groovy_mutation]

[He's trying to make sense of any of the jumbled mess on the screen, but the most he can make out is the bottom part. "Please be patient." There are many things it could mean, depending on what he can't make out above that.]

Are you here with us, in the tower? Are you like us?

[He feels slightly foolish asking questions, but how else will he learn anything. The voice had been that of a child, and that worried him more than anything, that it could be a child. But then it was so strange... it could be something else. Who knew.]

Have you lost your mother?

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[The clip repeats its plea for help on loop, as if that might clarify things.]

[groovy_mutation]

[Not creepy at all.]

Can you tell us where you are? We can come help you.

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[The clip starts playing faster and faster, skipping and popping, until the terminal displays a perfectly blue screen.]

[quarter_english]

[L peers at the screen, looking skeptical and unamused.]

"Patient"? [His voice is barely above a murmur.] I wonder who you think you see, or who you're really looking for.

[I doubt it's your mother, he thinks.

He's good at finding things, but his willingness to help depends to a great extent on who's asking, why, and what it will demand from him. If it were really a lost child... his situation is such that generosity is not his first impulse, but in that circumstance, he might make an effort. This, though, seems like smoke and mirrors meant to prompt some kind of response--fear is his first guess--from the Tower's residents. Transparent manipulation of that kind irritates him, especially when he's on the receiving end of it.]

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[The screen flickers and distorts in response to his voice--it's flickering quite wildly, in fact.]

[quarter_english]

[He catches that the distortions seem to be happening in response to his voice.]

What do you want?

[The skepticism is now apparent in his tone. The way the distortions fluctuate underline his suspicion that he's seeing a program, some kind of multimedia show intended to frighten them all, or draw them in.

Other explanations would be ridiculous, wouldn't they?]

[OOC: Sorry! *Sob*, LJ took almost a full day to send me the notif for this, then promptly died before I could post a response. :\ ]

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[The clip repeats now, as if that explains things.]