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snowblindmods) wrote2015-10-31 09:40 pm
snowblindmods) wrote2015-10-31 09:40 pm
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The "Data" app appears rather suddenly on night 051. Checking on it displays a list of information: it looks like any SD cards that have been found by someone in town have been copied into this file--at least, if the finder of the SD card allows it or is no longer alive in the town of Norfinbury. Only files are recorded here, not programs, and each one comes with an image of what the building it was found in looks like, albeit in its empty state. While we will be listing building numbers for OOC convenience, these are not included as IC information. ??? It's the middle of a day in what must be late spring or early summer. The video is taken from far enough away that it provides a general view of Norfinbury, though it seems like a normal-looking town and isn't detailed enough to navigate by. There is clearly some sort of government building in the center of town, though--and no walls to be seen anywhere, not of snow or metal. The building on display isn't one anyone will recognize, but it's clearly an empty shed. Andromeda huddles in a corner on the concrete floor, crouched on the ground, perfectly still as the door slams open and shut again in almost the same motion. A figure in a cloak of the cult of the Prophet stands pressed against the door, breathing heavily. Building 002 A small girl is celebrating her sixth birthday. It's a family affair, with a man who looks around the right age to be her father standing to one side of her and two sets of grandparents there as well. They're all singing happy birthday--it sounds like a woman, maybe the girl's mother, is behind the camera. The girl's name, apparently, is Sparrow. The video is being held in clumsy, childish hands. It's obvious, because the fingers are poking into the edges of the display. The child is pointing the camera at a large birdcage. A sparrow is sitting inside, regarding the child and the camera with a bit of confusion. The following is half audio and half video: [The voices that speak are muffled--the people speaking must be in a different room from the recording device. In fact, it becomes quickly clear they're probably not inside, judging by the voice of a small girl calling back with childish loudness.] Building 026 At first, it looks as if all you're seeing is a still image of someone's refrigerator stocked about half full of food. Then there's a quick flick of the camera and it becomes more clear this video shows a view through someone else's eyes. Judging by the hand that closes the fridge, it's an old woman, and now that the kitchen is in a more proper point of view, it's clearly the kitchen of house 26, but with actual kitchen appliances. They're all pretty sleek-looking and modern. As the woman moves to the cupboard full of canned and boxed goods to open it up and look into it, voices can be heard in the background--a man and a woman, although distant. Two voices, a man and a woman, seem to be discussing something in hushed tones. The man speaks first. [The voice that speaks is probably Shelley's. Probably, because this is a much younger version of her. The recording isn't crystal clear, either, perhaps dulled with age. Still, it's possible to make out what she's saying.] Building 030 [The first shot is of a cloudless blue sky out of a classroom window. A woman, presumably the teacher, can be heard explaining basic algebra, but this is obviously not of much interest to whoever's recording. No, their eyes are on a group of children playing soccer in gym class, darting back and forth along the grass. The teacher addresses a student.] [A girl with dark brown skin and short hair is putting down some sort of video recording device, grinning at it. She looks to be an elementary schooler, perhaps a fifth grader. She jogs backwards to where a soccer ball waits, and, after making sure to face the camera recording her, she performs a few quick tricks with the ball. She bounces it from her foot to her knee to her head and then back, catching it behind her with the heel of her shoe and then kicking it off into the distance. There's a distant human figure, some adult, watching, hidden among some far off trees. They're hard to make out, but they're there. [The air is alive with background noise--shouting, shrieking, things falling, gunshots--? It's difficult to tell, but it's certainly chaos. A girl is crying nearby. There's a loud crack, like a door striking the wall, and then the girl gasps. Air hisses sharply out of her mouth--you can hear it--but it doesn't sound like she can find her voice, although certainly she is trying to scream. Samantha is sitting at her desk by the window. The teacher is going over ancient history, and Samantha is clearly bored--it's obvious, because she's taking refuge in the eternal escape for bored students and staring out the window. Building 033 The SD card displays a partial list of names and statuses as follows: Building 058 The video is shaky--maybe it's a body cam, because rapid footsteps can be heard and the camera shakes in time. It's difficult to make out details, because the camera seems to be having trouble adjusting the amount of light its taking in and everything seems blown out, but when the camera enters a building--the very building Jay is in right now--it adjusts more quickly. Building 062 sportysam: math is BORING [The scene is a hospital room, crowded with too many beds. There's no sound, and even the video has occasional distortion and static, but it's not enough to make the video impossible to follow. A girl--the very same seen in a soccer video earlier--sleeps in a hospital bed, with her parents hovering very close by. At least, she's probably sleeping. It's hard to tell, as her entire face is bandaged, as well as what little bit of her chest can be seen. Many others in the room have similar bandaging on various parts of their body. It looks like they've all been burned. Building 96 EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. EMERGENCY TEAMS NON-RESPONSIVE. Building 100 I am still here A digital photograph of two women. The redhead is dressed in galaxy-print, and her eyes seem to glow, perhaps illuminated by some light source. They look happy. I need to head east [There are two voices, hushed but recognizable: Winter and Andromeda. Andromeda sounds frightened. Winter sounds needlessly stiff. It's Winter who speaks first.] I have to keep going. This part of the town is so dangerous, the people here are the worst affected, but I have to keep going through, or Winter died for no reason. Building 101 The scene opens on an Asian boy--college-aged--grinning at the camera, definitely trying a bit too hard to be charismatic. Behind him--far behind--is a gathered crowd of protesters; they're shouting under the noonday sun, but it's impossible to make out anything given the distance and scattered volume. [A teenage boy--Riley Sung--is standing in front of a camera. That much is obvious, but something has gone wrong with this recording, because it's covered in heavy static and tearing. There's no sound at all. Riley seems to be reporting on another protest with an unnecessary amount of teenaged enthusiasm, though he's still taking it very seriously. The sun hangs low in the sky; it's autumn, and the sun is beginning to set. Building 107 [This text file is written in Russian:] Building 117 [An Asian woman--Chinese descent, if you can recognize that sort of thing--is sitting hunched over the desk of the very room this SD card was found in. Of course, the desk and the room look to be in better condition in the video. The top of the desk seems to be covered in a glass or plastic film that's gone now. In the video it's lit up with displays, projections, and some sort of textbook that the woman is reading from. A projected holographic clock at the corner of the desk shows the time is 2AM. The text the woman is reading from is impossible to really make out, but there are enough glimpses to make it clear this is a medical journal. The header is "Breakthroughs in NIMA Poisoning Treatment". The video displays the woman poring over the text, a picture of solemn study for several minutes before it ends.] [A woman's voice, with an American accent, begins to speak. She sounds calm but a bit rushed.] Building 131 [The first floor of the hospital is absolutely swarming. This display seems to be from a security camera, and it lacks sound. Doctors and nurses move about in a barely-coordinated hive of frenzied activity. A child, stumbling around in confusion and forgotten with all of the other activities going on, vomits bile and blood and stomach lining onto the ground. A nurse, Chinese at least in descent, with her hair wrapped up in a tight ponytail, crouches down to attend to the child and, after only a few moments, scoops the little thing up and runs off to the emergency room area.] Xú, Jia [A woman--Asian, with short, bobbed hair and a lanyard with Jia Xú written on it--is standing beside some sort of machine. It resembles an MRI scanner, the person on the table (unconscious or asleep) doesn't stop partway in but vanishes inside, and the end closes like a valve to keep the person inside. Jia taps rapidly on a screen kept just out of view by the angle of the camera. The machine sloshes, as if filled with liquid, and hums and bangs--again like an MRI might. [The sound of this video seems to have not recorded properly--all that it sends out is static. Still, it's easy enough to see Riley Sung creeping around near a building that looks like some sort of city hall, where dozens of protesters are gathered. It's nighttime, and Riley's face is illuminated only by the tablet he must be using to record this, given its position and how it jostles when he moves it. It's clear by his face he seems to think he's in over his head even as he attempts to talk to the camera. Those skilled at lip reading can make out "protesting the activation of" and "a long time after curfew", but his face is half away from the camera, his eyes locked on the scene in front of him. With the overload of the NIMA system, we're down to iodine. A lot of people are dying, which is a failure on our part, but the number of new admittants is finally starting to slow down. It seems as if the systems are beginning to come back online, as well. What's more concerning is the bizarre behavior some patients are exhibiting. I'm not sure what's causing it, but it's nkjmmmmmmmmmmmmm [eye gore warning, violence warning, death warning] [A woman--Jia, certainly--is typing rapidly into a tablet. It's too quiet for there to be any sound in this video, but it doesn't seem as if you're missing much; all Jia is doing is writing what appears to be some sort of log or journal entry during a stolen moment in a small room in labor and delivery. She's very focused, as she often is, so she doesn't even blink as a patient, pressed flat against the wall, slides over to her with jerky, stretched out motions. He's a large man, very muscular in spite of being in a hospital--so there's not much Jia can do when the man tackles her to the ground. Her tablet goes flying across the room and she collides with the floor. She's screaming, surely, and soon it turns into clawing and kicking as the man's hands wrap around her neck. She kicks him over and over in the stomach, the crotch--eventually, she jabs her thumbs into the man's eyes and gouges them out entirely. But, implacable and unfeeling, expression never changing, he continues with his work until Jia falls still. Building 138 [The wind can be heard howling, but it's muffled--it must be from a storm outside, while this was recorded inside. A man speaks in Russian:] Building 141 The video isn't very long--it seems like something may have gotten corrupted in the file, giving the abrupt way it cuts in and out of the scene. However, it does show a film of a woman sewing together large triangles of fabric. Building 202: There's no video provided here, but the audio comes through clearly. Two women are speaking to each other--Andromeda and Winter. The wind is howling distantly outside of wherever they are. Building 237 [A figure in a heavy-looking suit is seen descending via some sort of cable into a vast, shining metal hole. The air shimmers with heat. The angle makes it impossible to see what's inside the hole, but it's clearly manmade, and it seems to be in some sort of gleaming metal facility. In the background, a vast collection of the suits the figure is wearing can be seen lined up inside a glass or plastic case. Someone swipes a keycard hanging from a lanyard on their neck and the case pops open.] Building 278 [This is a video, but the display is nearly pitch black. With only tablet light to navigate by, it casts an eerie glow on what little can be seen of the large, empty-looking garage. A woman, high cheekbones and ghostly grey-blue eyes, whispers to an unseen companion. She speaks in Russian.] Building 294 [A woman's voice speaks in rapid Russian. It's not Winter, but it is the woman who spoke Russian on another recording.] Building 330 [The following text file is written in Russian.] Building 323 [The video that plays is completely silent and black and white. It breaks and pops with distortion occasionally. Several prophet cultists drag a girl--Samantha, also in a robe--into a room in the chapel filled with bunk beds. They put her on one of the beds and then leave as she rushes to chase them. It's quickly apparent they've locked her in. [The video is silent and colorless, but it's clear that Samantha, clad in the robes of the prophet, is in a kitchen. She rifles through the cabinets and the refrigerator, pushing aside things that make her gag and that aren't food at all. She's determined enough that it makes you question when the last time she ate was, if she still has the stomach for eating. [The video is silent, colorless, and grainy, but Samantha can be seen pounding at the door of a closet. There's a rapid, impossible burst of movement, when it becomes clear this video is playing much more rapidly than the actual event must have taken place. Samantha paces around, kicks boxes, claws at the door and the walls in desperation. It's hard to tell, but this video must take place over hours and hours.] [The video that plays is silent, black and white, and so grainy it's hard to make out what's going on. It's a blur of movement focused around a corner. Watching closely, it eventually becomes evident that a group of cultists are whipping themselves and tearing at their faces while Samantha, trapped by all of the people, cries and screams.] [Ostensibly, this is video, but it's too grainy and distorted to make out anything. The audio works, however. Very young children are changing "long live the prophet" at a rapid pace. In the background, screaming and wailing and painful sounds. Over top of all that, someone is screaming.] [This video is crystal clear, but silent. It displays in perfect color how Samantha smashes the head of a cultist guarding her with a heavy candelabra (it can be found in the sacristy if they look, but it's been cleaned) and makes a run for the door. It displays in perfect, crystal clear color as Samantha slips out the door and into the darkness of a blizzard. [Shot as if from a security camera, it looks to be the entryway of the prophet-controlled church. For a few moments the shot is empty, but then a figure hurls open the doors, revealing the darkness of night beyond. Andromeda rushes in, carrying the still figure of Samantha in her arms. The girl is badly frostbitten, and Andromeda herself is covered in snow and ice--but androids can't die from the cold, after all. Andromeda looks nervous, like she doesn't want to be here--maybe this was just the nearest building. Bunker [A recording of a mostly-empty infirmary. Robert Miller, looking exhausted, sits on one of the beds. It stays like that for five minutes before there's a loud bang as the door is kicked open. Robert startles in response. Two military nurses are wheeling in a patient, his head tilted to the side to keep the vomit that's already on his face from getting into his airways. | |||
