#*static*

[lady-raziel]

dude i think the final glass ceiling may be the fourth wall.. maybe i should go check this

[soundwave-offical]

*static*

Greetings. I am the third-in-command of Lord Megatron.

@tagging-officals-offical

[forgottenbones]

I'm never coming back.

[good-radio-intern]

*She stands in front of the sink in a poorly lit bathroom, the fluorescent lights flickering ominously.*

*She leans over the sink and spits out a tooth, opening her bloodied mouth wider to poke at it and stare at her reflection.*

well! these are... new.

*Cindy runs a finger over the sharp points of her new teeth, staring.*

i wonder if this... is what they meant by side effects...

*She glances at a box on the edge of the sink labeled "CRYPTID SUPPRESSANT" hesitantly.*

they did say that i have to take them...

*She picks the box up, squinting at it.*

i...

*She sighs, and then places it back down.*

...maybe it's fine. it's probably fine.

*She runs her hand through her hair, hanging loose around her shoulders instead of in her usual ponytail.*

*Unnoticed by her, her eyes glow for just a moment.*

[forgottenbones]

Quante file alle poste hai fatto, quante pratiche hai sbrigato, quanti soldi hai pagato, non possono essere davvero il fulcro della tua intera esistenza, vero? Non puoi essere uno stipendio, una lista della spesa, una riunione di condominio, i piatti che lavi ogni giorno sempre uguali, una multa per eccesso di velocità. Ci dev’essere altro! Dimmi che c’è altro!

Altrimenti non ne vale la pena.

[forgottenbones]

Immagino che per gli asessuali vivere in questa società sia come sentire costantemente il ronzio di un nugolo di mosconi che gli stanno attaccati alle orecchie.

[forgottenbones]

With each passing day alone, Hoshiko found it harder to think. With each hour, the static grew louder.