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dualislogs2019-09-22 01:10 pm
uprisenheart) wrote in dualislogs2019-09-22 01:10 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adventure time: finn mertens,
- dc comics: stephanie brown,
- dc comics: tim drake-wayne,
- detroit: become human: connor,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- doom patrol: crazy jane,
- ff7: cloud strife,
- ff7: tifa lockhart,
- kingdom hearts: aqua,
- kingdom hearts: naminé,
- mcu: pietro maximoff,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- npc: the heart,
- silent hill: sharon da silva
ever since you’ve been my ace of hearts -
WHO: Open to all Dualizens
WHAT: A heart-to-heart with the Heart
WHERE: A run-down warehouse on the outskirts of town.
WHEN: Sept. 21-22
WARNINGS: Please use these in comment subject lines if applicable!
Random text messages happen sometimes, though maybe not as often in Dualis as where you’re from. But there’s one today, and this one comes to your inbox from the number 432-78, which is definitely not a standard phone number. If you open it, there’s an image file, one you likely recognize - an anatomical heart. You’ll need to zoom in on the image a bit, because there’s a short message written along one of the veins, and it’s very small: LET’S TALK.
Below the image is a shortlink, and if you click it, you’ll be taken to a page that is blank except for one of those “Prove you’re not a robot!” messages with a box to check. Once checked, a series of six images appears - five are cartoon hearts, and the sixth is the same anatomical heart illustration that led you to this page. The instructions to pass through this virtual gate are to “Click on the Heart,” and choosing any image except the anatomical illustration redirects to an error message that bricks your phone until you perform a hard reboot.
Choosing the correct image takes you to a page of strange clusters of colored dots. If you look closely (and aren’t color blind), you’ll be able to read the real message: TOMORROW, AT SUNSET and a set of coordinates. A blinking banner scrolls along the top of the page and warns THIS MESSAGE WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IN 10 MINUTES, and the 10 counts down after one minute to 9, then 8, and so on. It’s probably a good idea to write this information down somewhere else!
The inbox message also deletes itself 10 minutes after it’s been opened. All unopened messages are auto-erased 12 hours after the original sent timestamp.
If you happen to be interested in following this rabbit down the rabbit hole, plug in those coordinates on your phone’s Dualis GPS app, and you’ll be directed to a run-down, empty warehouse on the outskirts of town. Be sure to take the time estimate to get there into consideration!
The warehouse is mostly dark inside, lit only by sparse flickering overhead lights; it’s dusty, empty except for the people gathered. When the sunlight outside has all but disappeared behind the horizon, a burst of loud electrical humming echoes through the warehouse, and the lights shut off. All electronic devices inside the perimeter of the warehouse have also been disabled, albeit temporarily.
WHAT: A heart-to-heart with the Heart
WHERE: A run-down warehouse on the outskirts of town.
WHEN: Sept. 21-22
WARNINGS: Please use these in comment subject lines if applicable!
Random text messages happen sometimes, though maybe not as often in Dualis as where you’re from. But there’s one today, and this one comes to your inbox from the number 432-78, which is definitely not a standard phone number. If you open it, there’s an image file, one you likely recognize - an anatomical heart. You’ll need to zoom in on the image a bit, because there’s a short message written along one of the veins, and it’s very small: LET’S TALK.
Below the image is a shortlink, and if you click it, you’ll be taken to a page that is blank except for one of those “Prove you’re not a robot!” messages with a box to check. Once checked, a series of six images appears - five are cartoon hearts, and the sixth is the same anatomical heart illustration that led you to this page. The instructions to pass through this virtual gate are to “Click on the Heart,” and choosing any image except the anatomical illustration redirects to an error message that bricks your phone until you perform a hard reboot.
Choosing the correct image takes you to a page of strange clusters of colored dots. If you look closely (and aren’t color blind), you’ll be able to read the real message: TOMORROW, AT SUNSET and a set of coordinates. A blinking banner scrolls along the top of the page and warns THIS MESSAGE WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IN 10 MINUTES, and the 10 counts down after one minute to 9, then 8, and so on. It’s probably a good idea to write this information down somewhere else!
The inbox message also deletes itself 10 minutes after it’s been opened. All unopened messages are auto-erased 12 hours after the original sent timestamp.
If you happen to be interested in following this rabbit down the rabbit hole, plug in those coordinates on your phone’s Dualis GPS app, and you’ll be directed to a run-down, empty warehouse on the outskirts of town. Be sure to take the time estimate to get there into consideration!
The warehouse is mostly dark inside, lit only by sparse flickering overhead lights; it’s dusty, empty except for the people gathered. When the sunlight outside has all but disappeared behind the horizon, a burst of loud electrical humming echoes through the warehouse, and the lights shut off. All electronic devices inside the perimeter of the warehouse have also been disabled, albeit temporarily.
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The suggestions are superficial and kind of pointless if a real rebellion is brewing, and Tim knows it, but he's not above being a shit on occasion.
Besides. Sometimes petty acts of vandalism can be part of a rebellion. It just depends on what the goals are.
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Drumming gloved fingers on the surface of the platform, he continues: "I just told you what you can do. We need eyes, we need ears - we need people to pay attention, gather clues. There are only so many of us, and we can't be everywhere all the time. But we can cover more ground if there are more of us - in other words, if you join our efforts."
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"As for sharing information--sure. I'm for it. The more we all know, the better off we all are, and the more likely we are to get out of here. You probably want to keep the information you're gathering off the grid, though, right?" Hank has the right idea for this kind of thing, much as Tim misses having access to supercomputers. It's better to keep as much of the information they gather away from the AI-controlled network as possible. "So... what? Secret drop box? Carrier pigeons? Smoke signals?"
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A woman's voice cuts in, from the side of the crowd, calling up to the guy on the platform. She's dressed in black like the rest of them, but has removed her mask. "Mello, shut the fuck up," she says. "Being a complete bitch about everything isn't helpful. Go get a Snickers bar or something, Jesus." He glares at her but keeps quiet while she turns to Tim with an actual helpful answer.
"We mainly stick to word of mouth," she says. "It's easier to keep off the grid that way, no paper trail. We have places we meet to talk - places that are safer than this." She waves a hand, indicating the warehouse. "But we couldn't just invite everyone over right away - we gotta make sure we can trust you, and you're actually gonna help."
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