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@tinytimstoker
(THIS IS A ROLEPLAY/ASKBLOG)
Hello! Tim here, I’m just popping in from the real world into this tumblr space. Not for the first time! But I’ve lost my old passwords from 2010, and I’ve got the chance to bother my boss, who just got his FIRST account, now. So I might as well take advantage ;D
(REAL INFO BELOW THE CUT)
Uh. Hi. Am I in the right place?
This is the archives, right?
@watchthewaterrise15
“Yup! Here for a statement? Our Head Archivist’s office is right over there, usually his department.” He points to a closed door, a gold plaque below the stained glass window in the door labels the owner as ‘Jonathan Sims.’ “But, err, if he’s busy, I can take you.”
[Mason stares at Tim, dread creeping into his eyes.]
I. Yes. Statement. That’s. Yep, that’s what I’m here for.
[He extends his hand.]
I’m Mason Akto. Ah uh…you?
”Tim Stoker.” Tim takes the hand, giving a friendly shake and a smile to counter the now obvious look in Mason’s eyes. “Pleasure to meet you—” He suddenly looks a little sheepish. “Oh! And, well, ah, I hope the circumstances that got you here weren’t too bad.”
He steps back, bending down to reach for something, and he pulls out an ancient-looking tape recorder. “So, you do still have the option to write down your statement, however if you want you can just tell it to me now while this old thing records it for us.”
[Mason stares at the tape recorder.]
Wow. My friend’s got one of those. Guess they’re making a comeback.
[He blinks, then looks mildly embarrassed.]
Sorry, I’m not great with people. I can do the tape recorder, yeah.
[Mason sits down in a chair across from Tim.]
”God, I hope they don’t make a comeback, they're terrible.” He laughs, leaning back and seemingly moving to be more relaxed before realizing the current professional company and quickly straightening up, offering a now awkward smile of reassurance.
Tim nods as he pressed the ‘play’ and ‘record’ buttons. “Alright! Please say your name and the reason you’re here today.”
[Mason sighs and thinks for a second.]
Mason Atko. As for why I’m here…I guess it started with when I was working, so…the horrors of retail work?
”Right. Remember to say the date of events as we go on, if you’re able to remember them.” He glances at the Head Archivist’s door before focusing back on Mason. “Now, uh, you can, Y’know. Your statement?”
Ah, ok. [Mason raps his knuckles on his knee as he thinks for a second]
It's...not easy to...explain. I'll try to make it quick, I don't want to take up much of your time. Uh, three years ago I was working in a grocery store. No big chain, just...small town stuff, you know? I think this was in ah...February when this happened.
[Mason sighs and runs a hand through his hair] There was something wrong with the store owner's kid. He was a sixteen year old menace. And-and that was fine until he started bringing his friends into the shop.
They weren't your average teen miscreants, they were...something was wrong with them. I can't really explain it other than...they looked all wrong. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they were disfigured in any way, nothing like that, but...they never stayed the same. I could always tell who they were, but I could only do so by their voices. They...I'd swear to you, on my life, that they changed their looks. They'd get taller or shorter, more muscular or more skinny, even their hair wouldn't stay the same.
It all came to a head one night when I was working alone. They were the only ones in the shop with me, just in the back. Laughing to each other. You know, even though I knew they were shoplifting, I could never bring myself to call them out for it. I mean, they were just kids but they were...terrifying, and I was sure that if i'd tried to stop them...well.
It was the owner's kid who ended up screwing himself over. I feel bad saying it, but I'm glad it wasn't me. I watched him yell at this boy, he was skinny and tall, but I doubt he'd always been like that, for uh...knocking over a display, I think? Horrible hill to die on. And he uh. Did.
[Mason covers his mouth, his voice becoming slightly muffled] I can't describe what they did to that kid. Not like I don't want to, there just really aren't words to explain how someone goes from a human to...that thing in the span of five seconds.
[Mason looks up, he is smiling weakly] They left me pretty much alone. Got out of the whole thing with only one physical scar. Then they just...left. Left town. I did too, actually. After I called the cops.
Tim seems to be listening intently to the tale, especially after Mason talks about the kids looking different, though its clear he tries not to have visible reactions, either for professionalism or to save the awkwardness.
”Oh.” Tim exhales, making an odd little noise sortve like deflating, before perking right back up. “Right, right. So, err, are you able to give any more details? Names of the kid, the owner, the town, or the store? And, uhh..you said it was three years ago, 2013, right?”
[Mason’s face screws up in concentration.] Er…fuck, sorry. Um, the owner’s last name was Callahan, his son was named Sam, I…think the store was something like Callahan Imports…? But I’m not sure. These things they uh. Sap your memory a little bit. And yes, 2013, I’m pretty sure it was in February, but I know it was definitely in the winter.
”O-kay.” He doesn’t recognize the name, but the statement-giver had said it was something of a local thing. He can only imagine what he’d have to say about this. “Um, thank you, yeah. And, are you sure you can’t…describe what Sam turned into? You said he became “that” which is,” A chuckle from Tim. “very vague. It’s alright if not, but, you know, just for…the record.”
Uh. Hi. Am I in the right place?
This is the archives, right?
@watchthewaterrise15
“Yup! Here for a statement? Our Head Archivist’s office is right over there, usually his department.” He points to a closed door, a gold plaque below the stained glass window in the door labels the owner as ‘Jonathan Sims.’ “But, err, if he’s busy, I can take you.”
[Mason stares at Tim, dread creeping into his eyes.]
I. Yes. Statement. That’s. Yep, that’s what I’m here for.
[He extends his hand.]
I’m Mason Akto. Ah uh…you?
”Tim Stoker.” Tim takes the hand, giving a friendly shake and a smile to counter the now obvious look in Mason’s eyes. “Pleasure to meet you—” He suddenly looks a little sheepish. “Oh! And, well, ah, I hope the circumstances that got you here weren’t too bad.”
He steps back, bending down to reach for something, and he pulls out an ancient-looking tape recorder. “So, you do still have the option to write down your statement, however if you want you can just tell it to me now while this old thing records it for us.”
[Mason stares at the tape recorder.]
Wow. My friend’s got one of those. Guess they’re making a comeback.
[He blinks, then looks mildly embarrassed.]
Sorry, I’m not great with people. I can do the tape recorder, yeah.
[Mason sits down in a chair across from Tim.]
”God, I hope they don’t make a comeback, they're terrible.” He laughs, leaning back and seemingly moving to be more relaxed before realizing the current professional company and quickly straightening up, offering a now awkward smile of reassurance.
Tim nods as he pressed the ‘play’ and ‘record’ buttons. “Alright! Please say your name and the reason you’re here today.”
[Mason sighs and thinks for a second.]
Mason Atko. As for why I’m here…I guess it started with when I was working, so…the horrors of retail work?
”Right. Remember to say the date of events as we go on, if you’re able to remember them.” He glances at the Head Archivist’s door before focusing back on Mason. “Now, uh, you can, Y’know. Your statement?”
Ah, ok. [Mason raps his knuckles on his knee as he thinks for a second]
It's...not easy to...explain. I'll try to make it quick, I don't want to take up much of your time. Uh, three years ago I was working in a grocery store. No big chain, just...small town stuff, you know? I think this was in ah...February when this happened.
[Mason sighs and runs a hand through his hair] There was something wrong with the store owner's kid. He was a sixteen year old menace. And-and that was fine until he started bringing his friends into the shop.
They weren't your average teen miscreants, they were...something was wrong with them. I can't really explain it other than...they looked all wrong. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they were disfigured in any way, nothing like that, but...they never stayed the same. I could always tell who they were, but I could only do so by their voices. They...I'd swear to you, on my life, that they changed their looks. They'd get taller or shorter, more muscular or more skinny, even their hair wouldn't stay the same.
It all came to a head one night when I was working alone. They were the only ones in the shop with me, just in the back. Laughing to each other. You know, even though I knew they were shoplifting, I could never bring myself to call them out for it. I mean, they were just kids but they were...terrifying, and I was sure that if i'd tried to stop them...well.
It was the owner's kid who ended up screwing himself over. I feel bad saying it, but I'm glad it wasn't me. I watched him yell at this boy, he was skinny and tall, but I doubt he'd always been like that, for uh...knocking over a display, I think? Horrible hill to die on. And he uh. Did.
[Mason covers his mouth, his voice becoming slightly muffled] I can't describe what they did to that kid. Not like I don't want to, there just really aren't words to explain how someone goes from a human to...that thing in the span of five seconds.
[Mason looks up, he is smiling weakly] They left me pretty much alone. Got out of the whole thing with only one physical scar. Then they just...left. Left town. I did too, actually. After I called the cops.
Tim seems to be listening intently to the tale, especially after Mason talks about the kids looking different, though its clear he tries not to have visible reactions, either for professionalism or to save the awkwardness.
”Oh.” Tim exhales, making an odd little noise sortve like deflating, before perking right back up. “Right, right. So, err, are you able to give any more details? Names of the kid, the owner, the town, or the store? And, uhh..you said it was three years ago, 2013, right?”
Uh. Hi. Am I in the right place?
This is the archives, right?
@watchthewaterrise15
“Yup! Here for a statement? Our Head Archivist’s office is right over there, usually his department.” He points to a closed door, a gold plaque below the stained glass window in the door labels the owner as ‘Jonathan Sims.’ “But, err, if he’s busy, I can take you.”
[Mason stares at Tim, dread creeping into his eyes.]
I. Yes. Statement. That’s. Yep, that’s what I’m here for.
[He extends his hand.]
I’m Mason Akto. Ah uh…you?
”Tim Stoker.” Tim takes the hand, giving a friendly shake and a smile to counter the now obvious look in Mason’s eyes. “Pleasure to meet you—” He suddenly looks a little sheepish. “Oh! And, well, ah, I hope the circumstances that got you here weren’t too bad.”
He steps back, bending down to reach for something, and he pulls out an ancient-looking tape recorder. “So, you do still have the option to write down your statement, however if you want you can just tell it to me now while this old thing records it for us.”
[Mason stares at the tape recorder.]
Wow. My friend’s got one of those. Guess they’re making a comeback.
[He blinks, then looks mildly embarrassed.]
Sorry, I’m not great with people. I can do the tape recorder, yeah.
[Mason sits down in a chair across from Tim.]
”God, I hope they don’t make a comeback, they're terrible.” He laughs, leaning back and seemingly moving to be more relaxed before realizing the current professional company and quickly straightening up, offering a now awkward smile of reassurance.
Tim nods as he pressed the ‘play’ and ‘record’ buttons. “Alright! Please say your name and the reason you’re here today.”
[Mason sighs and thinks for a second.]
Mason Atko. As for why I’m here…I guess it started with when I was working, so…the horrors of retail work?
”Right. Remember to say the date of events as we go on, if you’re able to remember them.” He glances at the Head Archivist’s door before focusing back on Mason. “Now, uh, you can, Y’know. Your statement?”
Uh. Hi. Am I in the right place?
This is the archives, right?
@watchthewaterrise15
“Yup! Here for a statement? Our Head Archivist’s office is right over there, usually his department.” He points to a closed door, a gold plaque below the stained glass window in the door labels the owner as ‘Jonathan Sims.’ “But, err, if he’s busy, I can take you.”
[Mason stares at Tim, dread creeping into his eyes.]
I. Yes. Statement. That’s. Yep, that’s what I’m here for.
[He extends his hand.]
I’m Mason Akto. Ah uh…you?
”Tim Stoker.” Tim takes the hand, giving a friendly shake and a smile to counter the now obvious look in Mason’s eyes. “Pleasure to meet you—” He suddenly looks a little sheepish. “Oh! And, well, ah, I hope the circumstances that got you here weren’t too bad.”
He steps back, bending down to reach for something, and he pulls out an ancient-looking tape recorder. “So, you do still have the option to write down your statement, however if you want you can just tell it to me now while this old thing records it for us.”
[Mason stares at the tape recorder.]
Wow. My friend’s got one of those. Guess they’re making a comeback.
[He blinks, then looks mildly embarrassed.]
Sorry, I’m not great with people. I can do the tape recorder, yeah.
[Mason sits down in a chair across from Tim.]
”God, I hope they don’t make a comeback, they're terrible.” He laughs, leaning back and seemingly moving to be more relaxed before realizing the current professional company and quickly straightening up, offering a now awkward smile of reassurance.
Tim nods as he pressed the ‘play’ and ‘record’ buttons. “Alright! Please say your name and the reason you’re here today.”
Uh. Hi. Am I in the right place?
This is the archives, right?
@watchthewaterrise15
“Yup! Here for a statement? Our Head Archivist’s office is right over there, usually his department.” He points to a closed door, a gold plaque below the stained glass window in the door labels the owner as ‘Jonathan Sims.’ “But, err, if he’s busy, I can take you.”
[Mason stares at Tim, dread creeping into his eyes.]
I. Yes. Statement. That’s. Yep, that’s what I’m here for.
[He extends his hand.]
I’m Mason Akto. Ah uh…you?
”Tim Stoker.” Tim takes the hand, giving a friendly shake and a smile to counter the now obvious look in Mason’s eyes. “Pleasure to meet you—” He suddenly looks a little sheepish. “Oh! And, well, ah, I hope the circumstances that got you here weren’t too bad.”
He steps back, bending down to reach for something, and he pulls out an ancient-looking tape recorder. “So, you do still have the option to write down your statement, however if you want you can just tell it to me now while this old thing records it for us.”
Uh. Hi. Am I in the right place?
This is the archives, right?
@watchthewaterrise15
“Yup! Here for a statement? Our Head Archivist’s office is right over there, usually his department.” He points to a closed door, a gold plaque below the stained glass window in the door labels the owner as ‘Jonathan Sims.’ “But, err, if he’s busy, I can take you.”
what are you gonna be for Halloween??? Clocks ticking
Something classic. Sexy vampire, maybe?
tim timothy timberly!!! you are officially invited to EVILCON!! go check it out https://www.tumblr.com/iiinkos/821776336314122240/tma-rp-event-evilcon
(this is an actual rp event we’re hosting and you can join if you want to)
I think Jon’ll throw a fit of I run off to a con
(i aprreviate the offer but i dont think I’ll be participating, sorry:[)
Can u read?
Nope, snuck my way from a publishing job, to research job, all the way to working here, in the Archives, without ever learning to read! You caught me…
Just lied about being sick #usingmysickdays.
GET YOUR HANDS UP!!! GET THOSE HANDS UP! PUT THOSE HANDS DOWN! GET THOSE HANDS DOWNNN!!!!
What are you, a cop?
Hi! Can I have your name? :)
@rosalind-learns-blogging
The name’s Tim Stoker !
Oooh! That’s a good name. Thanks for giving it to me! I’ll put it in my collection!
What, like, a Collection of names?
Mmmmhm! I normally just use my own, so the rest of them are kept safe!
Right-o. So long as you’re not some kind of fae, yeah?
Everyone keeps saying I’m like a fae but I don’t know what that is… so I dunno! I think I’m just a Stranger, though. And a cat!
Huh. Oooo-kay then !
Can I keep your name? I guess I don’t really have to ask, I could just take it forever, but it would be rude! Because right now nobody can call your name, even you, and you might want that!
Oh, yeah, uh, no I’d like to have my name, thank you. Ah, sorry?
Okay! Wait, before I give it back, try and introduce yourself! I wanna see what happens!
I’m. I am. Eeyeah, okay, I don’t know if you know this but it’s very taboo to install some of malware, or whatever you did, to stop people from saying things. Undo that, please and thank you?
I don’t know what a malware is but it sounds computer-y, and I don’t know how computers work! Try saying your name out loud?
Mhm. Yeah, I am Tim. Thanks.
Hi! Can I have your name? :)
@rosalind-learns-blogging
The name’s Tim Stoker !
Oooh! That’s a good name. Thanks for giving it to me! I’ll put it in my collection!
What, like, a Collection of names?
Mmmmhm! I normally just use my own, so the rest of them are kept safe!
Right-o. So long as you’re not some kind of fae, yeah?
Everyone keeps saying I’m like a fae but I don’t know what that is… so I dunno! I think I’m just a Stranger, though. And a cat!
Huh. Oooo-kay then !
Can I keep your name? I guess I don’t really have to ask, I could just take it forever, but it would be rude! Because right now nobody can call your name, even you, and you might want that!
Oh, yeah, uh, no I’d like to have my name, thank you. Ah, sorry?
Okay! Wait, before I give it back, try and introduce yourself! I wanna see what happens!
I’m. I am. Eeyeah, okay, I don’t know if you know this but it’s very taboo to install some of malware, or whatever you did, to stop people from saying things. Undo that, please and thank you?
Hi! Can I have your name? :)
@rosalind-learns-blogging
The name’s Tim Stoker !
Oooh! That’s a good name. Thanks for giving it to me! I’ll put it in my collection!
What, like, a Collection of names?
Mmmmhm! I normally just use my own, so the rest of them are kept safe!
Right-o. So long as you’re not some kind of fae, yeah?
Everyone keeps saying I’m like a fae but I don’t know what that is… so I dunno! I think I’m just a Stranger, though. And a cat!
Huh. Oooo-kay then !
Can I keep your name? I guess I don’t really have to ask, I could just take it forever, but it would be rude! Because right now nobody can call your name, even you, and you might want that!
Oh, yeah, uh, no I’d like to have my name, thank you. Ah, sorry?
Hi! Can I have your name? :)
@rosalind-learns-blogging
The name’s Tim Stoker !
Oooh! That’s a good name. Thanks for giving it to me! I’ll put it in my collection!
What, like, a Collection of names?
Mmmmhm! I normally just use my own, so the rest of them are kept safe!
Right-o. So long as you’re not some kind of fae, yeah?
Everyone keeps saying I’m like a fae but I don’t know what that is… so I dunno! I think I’m just a Stranger, though. And a cat!
Huh. Oooo-kay then !
Hi! Can I have your name? :)
@rosalind-learns-blogging
The name’s Tim Stoker !
Oooh! That’s a good name. Thanks for giving it to me! I’ll put it in my collection!
What, like, a Collection of names?
Mmmmhm! I normally just use my own, so the rest of them are kept safe!
Right-o. So long as you’re not some kind of fae, yeah?
