Let the bird fly & fly
For flight is it's love
For love is it's fight

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Let the bird fly & fly
For flight is it's love
For love is it's fight
Send ‘mistletoe’ to share a festive kiss with my muse!
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This shit's fucking insane. It doesn't feel real. It's such a tiny town, I've got fond memories of every single street and house and in a couple of minutes it was just wiped out.
I'm gutted. That's all I can say.
This shit's fucking insane. It doesn't feel real. It's such a tiny town, I've got fond memories of every single street and house and in a couple of minutes it was just wiped out.
I'm sorry for being quiet, a huge mudslide took out almost a third of my home town, everything is chaos, the whole place had to be evacuated. It's terrifying and horrible but everyone's alive and that's all we could've asked for. I'll be spotty over the next few days while I try to figure things out with my family.
Anyone awake who wants some small interactions? Hit the like!
"What a sweet little face you've got. I like the hair. Come around here often, hermana?"
@naivefrenzy
I've mentioned this before but even though Rafe is 99% into dudes he's also the type to never say never and could probably (hypothetically) fall for a woman if she fit his type to a T. But he's picky. Very, very, very picky.
How does one approach you if they are nervous about it?
"I'm as tame as a lamb, little love. Why don't you take those shades off and come say hi? I only bite if you ask me to."
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Go ahead and build a better messiah.
I can dig another grave.
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He really didn’t intend to cause a quarter-wide blackout. The Wifi was on the fritz again and, well, some androids have been known to possess the ability to interface with common household devices and resolve—or at the very least uncover whatever issue may be impeding it’s functionality without any third-party interference. Quick and cost-effective.
Whatever Stripes did did definitely not resolve the issue. Instead, it appears to have made it approximately ten thousand times worse.
“Gavin…”
The android calls out in that sheepish voice that always indicates that something hasn’t gone quite as planned.
“I think i broke the uh—”
He glances out the window, into the all encompassing darkness, not a light to be spotted as far as the eye can see.
“—the street…”
One moment everything is fine, and the next he’s seeing the jerky, unsteady silhouette of an android just appear out of thin air, much too close for comfort. It’s a scene like something out of a horror movie, and Gavin recoils accordingly. He may never admit to it, but he’s all to happy to let Stripes intervene. Vigil starts to bark loudly at the figure, just as uncomfortable as his master.
“The hell did it come from?” Gavin cranes his neck to try and get a glimpse outside, but everything is still pitch black. Why hadn’t he grabbed a flashlight? Or even his gun? Stupid. Gavin squints, turning to look at Stripes more closely. There’s suspicion in his eyes now, though it’s not exactly accusatory.
He’s been saying ‘coincidence’, because that was the first thing to come to mind, but how much truth was there to that? Scared shitless into being fully alert now, Gavin realizes with a sinking feeling that it’s Stripes- there are no coincidences.
“What’s it want?” He reaches to grab Vigil’s collar again, this time to calm him. When his hand brushes fur standing on end he notices the dog is trembling. Not a reassuring sign.
The woman looks frantic--not neccesserily frightened or angry but rather, desperate. Desperate for...something, but what exactly is hard to say. Her dainty hands press flatly against the glass panes separating her from their miniscule household, tapping in quick and relentless succession. Stripes catches sight of a curious glint in the darkness behind her, several of them, bobbing up and down off in the distance, gradually drawing closer until it becomes apparent that it's the gleaming optical units of even more androids.
And they flock to the house like vultures to a carcass--tapping. Tapping, tapping, tapping like a thousand falling hail-stones colliding with the windows and walls in perfect unison.
"...It's morse."
Stripes suddenly realizes.
Short pause, tap, long pause, tap, short pause, tap.
"R"
Short pause, tap, long pause, tap.
"A"
A series of four taps seperated by long pauses, punctuated with a single short pause and a tap.
"9."
He looks at Gavin.
"RA9. What does that mean?"
Go ahead and build a better messiah.
I can dig another grave.