pythianwoman: (shocked (profile))
Zoey Westen ([personal profile] pythianwoman) wrote in [community profile] fluxscape 2021-07-12 03:42 am (UTC)

She huffs a soft laugh and takes a sip of her drink. “Well THAT is... complicated. And would probably be best to start at the beginning and work from there. Although the beginning is... a bit muddled. Perils of being yanked around the multiverse so much, maybe, I don’t know.” He’s not the only one pulling out a notepad; Zoey pulls one from her pocket and plucks her pen from where it’s tucked behind her ear. It’ll help if she can draw things for him as they go.

As he opens his notepad she can’t help but notice the hodgepodge of notes on it. Formulae.... grocery lists... and something else. Jumbled words, in a blocky mechanical writing. Curious... She focuses on it, it’s too different from the rest, the mechanical writing had a reason behind it, it had to...

And suddenly her head is FILLED with a cacophony of words...


...< We hold the reins/law >

...< We are failing in translating hyperreal concepts >

...< Secrets/Instructions will be lost >

...< Ignore this message >




...the neighbour of the beast

...I’ve always been here

...and if you don’t have an HRA, don’t worry. It’ll be quick and painless.




...A thump on the floor, and the party turned insane

As she called out her name. And she walked in looking like dynamite

She said now come along boogaloo through the night And by the way she's moving well

Dynamite might she not with all she's got she's got the whole town lighting up dynamite Nobody quite knowing what to do



It’s all accompanied by screeching feedback; she winces, head turning a little until it finally begins to fade. What the fuck?

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