i • ( text | anonymous ) • just after the sirens

[playthings]

[ There's quite the text out there on the network tonight, Siren's Port, from a person who wishes to keep their identity quite under wraps. The anonymous communication is sent just as the sirens end, punctuating the alert for anyone looking over the feed. ]

A cage. That's what I'd call it. A well erected one with all the toysies we could hope for, all the people to make it feel like you never left, all the corruption of home... and then some.

A little birdy and her lovely pamphlet told me there's a secrets most people are keeping. Some of them don't even realize it. That everyone here is a little more than ordinary.

I disagree. Most people are ordinary or striving to be normal. Average. Mediocrity is soooooo fashionable.

B O R I N G

I wonder, could anyone really want to embrace anything more?

-Anonymous

[ There's an additional piece to this post should anyone be so inclined to open it up and take a peek. ]

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[ Brace yourself, Siren's Port, the game is about to begin. ]

(( ooc notes • welcome to jim's creepy ic intro. feel free to crack the code and respond to it (it's simple binary, you should be able to google for a decoder). ALL of jim's responses to this post will be anonymous texts only and he may throw in encryption or file attachments. ))

Comments

voice.

[terrified]

That's not hard, though. I was - I was told that it's not hard to make riches... A witch has no use for riches.

[Oh! Shoot.]

O- O- Oh, but— I guess they're ladies. Sorry, birdy. I don't know many men.

anonymous text

[playthings]

Turn of phrase. No need to worry your pretty little head.

The sex isn't important. Man, woman, witch, detective. They can be diamonds or dust.

-Anonymous

voice

[terrified]

The witch can be diamonds, the witch can be dust... I don't think you really know a witch.

How much coal do you have?

anonymous text

[playthings]

A witch can be poor, a witch can be skilled.

A witch can be evil, a witch can be good.

I don't think you truly know them either.

All diamonds here, my friend.

-Anonymous

voice

[terrified]

I - Ragnarok doesn't like you. [Crona sounds defensive now - but it melts away quickly.] If you have all diamonds, did you collect them? Did you find them and they were yours? Or are you the man who makes them from coal?

anonymous text

[playthings]

Dare I ask?

People bring me coal, I get them their diamonds. I'm a specialist.

-Anonymous

voice

[terrified]

Oh.

[Now Crona recedes into sounding subservient.] If people take your diamonds, do you have any left? Or - is it empty?

anonymous text

[playthings]

I think you and I deal in a different sort of diamond.

-Anonymous