Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

Wait. Wait. Hang on.

[Junpei throws the wega bord to Church, pats himself for a notepad and pencil, realizes he doesn't have his crap on him, and steals some of Arianna's cute stationery. After some dot dot dashing and subsequent translation, he ends up with:]

STARMAPS IF CANNOT TRANSMIT, SHOW CAMERAS REQ BOWIE AREA STARMAPS IF CANNOT TRANSMIT, SHOW CAMERAS REQ BOWIE

Request: Bowie area starmaps. If you can't transmit, show cameras.

[He looks up at Church. But the assholes caught Lady Consequence, didn't they? So who is phone?]

[motherfucking_ghost]

S...o...

Someone needs...maps around the spaceport? And if they can't get them...just...show stuff from here?

[???]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei starts to say something, but stops himself, taps his pencil thoughtfully against his mouth, and then writes:]

I think someone's looking for us. If we can show them the stars outside the spaceport, maybe they can pinpoint our location.

Doesn't make sense for this to be a trick. Captors already know where we are, obviously.

[motherfucking_ghost]

How the fuck are we supposed to--

[Hufffffff give him that.]

cameras??? where?
who?
VR

[--which he underlines several times, in fact.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

So how do ouija boards work again?

[Snatches his pencil back, draws an arrow pointing to the underlined VR, and writes:]

Hackers? If they can only access this and not find us. Probably mean the cameras in here then.

[motherfucking_ghost]

magic up a map we cant bring things with us here wtf they expect of us draw it?

Uh, you put your hands on the pointer thing and hopefully ghosts fuck with the energy.

I don't know, nobody's ever tried summoning me with a ouija board before.

...Which, now that I think about it, I'm honestly fucking astounded.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Junpei thinks about that, then swipes to the note-taking function on his PIP and points to it. Those files transfer, don't they? So, yeah, probably they have to draw it, but at least not from memory.]

Right, uh, ghost energy. ...We don't have to sacrifice a goat or anything, do we?

[motherfucking_ghost]

That sounds kind of...um...Thomasin-ist, dude. [plush goat satan] If we want to feel super haunted, we could go warm up by the fires of hell, but personally, not a fan. Do we say some magic words? I wasn't here when shit got all summon-y.

cant see port how do they know were there

[misanthropicprinciple]

Uh, I wasn't, either. Not my thing.

[He casually points to the question, shakes his head, and shrugs. He has no clue how they know.]

Maybe they can see. Spaceport cameras? Might not point to windows. IDK how space locating works.

[motherfucking_ghost]

find camera back there find ladder point it idk

[This feels like they're getting nowhere, and this writing things out physically stuff is kind of bullshit.]

Should I grab some uh mood aromatherapy candles or should we just touch the thing and hope the thing does the thing?

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Nod. Sounds like a plan.]

Let's just do the thing with the things and hope something happens.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Okay! Okay. This is fine. He's not suddenly regretting this plan. He sets the tips of his fingers along one side of the planchette.]

I promise I'm not gonna push it. I wouldn't do that to you over something this important.

1/2

[airlockedmods]

[As before, it doesn't take too long for the planchette to start moving again. It seems slower than the first seance, though, and the message it spells is direct and deliberate.]

F-U-C-K-O-U-I-J-A

[The television abruptly stops the Morse code transmission, cutting to black as it lets out an unholy screech.]

[burninglight]

[And it comes back up on two people, sitting in a somewhat sparsely furnished house watching the fourth wall intently.]

...the fuck was that about?

[serrata]

I don't know... you don't think it's just our TV, do you? Leaving it outside that long probably didn't do it any favours...

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Just when he's about to suggest he's never agreed with a fake-ass plank of wood before, the TV screeches, he jumps from the planchette, smacks his head on one of the few hard parts of the kiosk, curses like a sailor, and there's Ardyn and Yuuri and this is happening now.]

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

[burninglight]

Wait-

[What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK.]

Can they--can you see us?!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yuuri!

[FUCKOUIJA INDEED! Junpei grabs the sides of the TV like an idiot, but then shifts aside so Church can see.]

[serrata]

[ And Yuuri, reasonably enough for someone who has just been yelled at by the TV, jumps in her seat like someone who's just seen a ghost. ]

Wh--

[ And then her eyes go painfully wide ]

You two can see us?!

[airlockedmods]

[At some point in the conversations, someone else appears in the background of wherever Yuuri and Ardyn are. A familiar someone they probably won't immediately notice but Church and Junpei will definitely be able to see.

She doesn't seem to immediately realize her change in location because she's just staring very intently at the wall and running her index finger over empty air.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Uhhhhhhhhh.

[SQUINT???]

SIS, what are you doing?

[burninglight]

Huh-?

[OH HEY BEST FRIEND]

SIS? How did you get here?

DEADCHAT END

[airlockedmods]

[Of course, this can't last forever. You'll have some warning, at least: a few sluggish circles drawn by the planchette around the board's GOODBYE, shortly after S.I.S.'s unexplained appearance and only a minute before the broadcast unceremoniously dies, like the television's plug was pulled.

It wasn't, of course. A moment later, it snaps back to the same staticky channel from before. The beeping is still there, too, but it sounds different:]

.-. . -.-. . .. .--. - / .- -.-. -.- -. --- .-- .-.. . -.. --. . -.. / ... - .- -. -.. .. -. --. / -... -.-- / ... - .- -. -.. .. -. --. / -... -.-- / ... - .- -. -.. .. -. --. / -... -.--

[It repeats, again and again.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

No--

[Even with all the warnings, it's still too sudden for Junpei, who only wants to see and talk to them forever. When it's clear they're not coming back, he sighs and sits back on his heels.]

...Hmh. Code's different.

[The same period of copying and translation later, he hands the results over to Church.]

RECEIPT ACKNOWLEDGED STANDING BY STANDING BY STANDING BY

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Huh. Guess they're waiting for our move.

Do you...wanna go back?