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Characters: Ienzo and YOU.
Setting: The lower library.
Format: Either one.
Summary: An unfortunate incident with the sound system.
Warnings: TBA



The first time Ienzo had seen the Unfortunate Network Post, he hadn't caught the "I SEE YOU", or anything of the kind. He probably should have, though, considering it filled the entire room.

Somehow the computer's volume control had been messed with, and the entire floor is now being graced with a loud refrain of "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY" and whatever creepy song that was. Ienzo is trying to turn it off, but he looks more concerned with the fact that it's broadcasting all across the room than whatever content is being played.

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HERE HAVE A CASTMATE

[prayerless.livejournal.com]

[Well this is kind of really unpleasant. She'd even hazard to say "horrifying". She had been on the first floor getting food, and heard very faint sounds. So she went up a floor, and the sounds got louder.

Which is why she is now in the library with her late master's Keyblade in hand and looking around in a panic, until she sees Ienzo. She accordingly rushes towards him, cringing from the volume as she gets closer to the terminals.]

What happened? [She sounds very worried, and not quite panicked, but at least she's not yelling at him? ...at least no more than she needs to to be heard over the whatever godawful thing that was on the computers.]

GOLLY GEE DARN, HI CASTMATE

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[Okay. Okay. Calm. Calm... OH GOD WHEN DID AQUA GET HERE]

[He's glad she's not yelling at him or throttling him, though. (That would be terribly rude if someone did that, EDWARD. AMERICA. KARKAT.) So he's just going to calm down... slightly... somewhat... and then start talking. He's being forced to talk at a normal volume to be heard above the freakish static or whatever that is.]

I don't know. It's just... playing it.

FANCY SEEING YOU AROUND HERE

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[You can't expect her to not be around anything that even resembles a troubled child.

Her eyebrows furrow and she looks to the terminals. She doesn't use them to respond, though, opting instead for a more verbal and very eloquent:] What...?

[But that's not important at the moment even though it totally is, Aqua just doesn't have genre savvy priorities. She looks back to Ienzo.] Are you okay?

WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE, HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES. /SIPS CUP OF TEA

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...Yes.

[He is okay. Just wondering what the hell is going on.]

...Do you know how to turn this off?

I KNOW IT'S BASICALLY BEEN A DECADE OR SOMETHING SILLY

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[She narrows her eyes at the terminals again.] No. But, maybe we can figure it out. [Man, what in the ocean of worlds is that message anyways?]

Did you hit any buttons? [She's not even sure Ienzo is the one who did this, after all.]

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Yes... I selected one thing on the network and then-- [BSSUFBR4BVGHRBHIR3WAP the feed interrupts him--] this happened.

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[oh my god that is so loud and creepy. She actually pauses this time to listen to the feed, instead of just hearing it.] ..."mommy"?

[She makes a mental note to investigate this later. It's clearly not being broadcasted live, from all the strange skipping and interference.]

Maybe try selecting it again? [Of course, the closest thing this woman has been to using a computer was the weird alien shit on the Grand Councilwoman's spaceship. You're probably screwed on help for this, Ienzo.]

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[Well Ienzo has the vast experience gained by handling the... oh. Never mind. All he has is Master Ansem's computer. Which he had been told Never To Touch, Ever.]

[He's pretty sure that this is not what Ansem's been doing on that stupid computer.] The audio feed is... a little ridiculous. It's just loud.

[He does select it again and--the feed stops. It appears he's clicked the Pause button. Hooray!]

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[They didn't even have computers in the Land of Departure, just magic communication crystals or something like that. She smiles a little when it shuts off.]

There we go.

[...though the smile is somewhat short-lived.] Do you know what any of that was about?

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...no.

[He can finally return to a 'reasonable' level. Yes.]

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[Admittedly, she's sort of at a loss now that she knows he's okay. Well. Might as well ask and see if he witnessed anything else, even if he doesn't know the context of it.]

Did you see if there was anything else on the screen before...?

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...only the garbled text. [He does not trust that text. He does not trust it at all. For even though he has no concept of Zalgo, Zalgo knows. Zalgo comes.]