text & video; un: hic

[dragon_rider]

WHO: Hiccup and everyone on the app!
WHERE: His now sufficiently destroyed dorm room :( (how is he going to explain this to anyone???)
WHEN: 3/21 evening
WHAT: There was a dragon once when I was a boy... and it ate my paper
WARNINGS: N/A

[ It's been a long day for one Hiccup Kullersen. A really long day that started the usual way, unhappy headaches at voices and images as soon as he stepped out of his dormroom. He's gotten a little better at handling it, but some days take a toll — Maybe it's the random app appearing on his phone. Maybe it's the way the weather around him suddenly decided to take a change.

Take now, for example, after a particularly long lecture and a disappointing call with his father having him trail back to his room while literal thunder cracks over his head but it doesn't seem to be anyone else's problem. Just his. Like normal.

He's drenched and uncertain how long until his phone short circuits as he makes it back to his room, flicking through the new app before deciding to dd his own response to it. So it starts: ]

From the looks of things, I'm not the only one finding this strange app on my phone.
I guess it's not any stranger than usual around here but has it... Been weirder for anyone else here lat—

[ The text stops abruptly and is sent before he can notice. As when the post changes it's to the sounds of crackling thunder, the ceiling of a room (does that look like a cloud??? rain? surely not, it's a room!) And the sounds of utter confused terror: ]

What the — ?! How did you get in my room — [ The sound of chittering, like that of a small animal. Then low growling as something hops in the shadow of the screen ] — No, stay back! What are you... Please don't touch that, it's due tomorrow — No, don't eat— of course you're going to eat it.

[ The sound of something gulping it down in the background is met with the sudden downfall of a sprin storm. Something — someone? — seems to collapse in apparent defeat in the background. ]

Yep, this day just keeps getting better.

[ For the viewer at home, they get one glimpse of a very curious dog sized dragon before it decides that the phone must be food and tries to take a bite of it. The screen goes black afterwards. Hiccup will be back... Eventually. ]

Action [Day] Text [Night]

[tyrantrevelio]

[Action]

[Something was very wrong. The night before, he observed something like the Aurora Borealis outside his window, a strange, unusually long stuffed toy appearing in his apartment, and all the while a strange app had installed itself on Killia's phone. He attempted to delete it, but accidentally booted it up, uncovering quite a lot of strange stuff. He didn't believe most of it, other than another person having one of these weird cursed toys.

So he went to bed. Got up in the morning, same as any other day. He rolled into the shower to get ready to go to work, and when he stepped out to take care of the rest of his morning routine, the man looking back at him through the mirror was... not the same. His plain, unremarkable brown eyes now were a bright, vivid yellow, pupils narrower, like a lizard. The start caused him to snap his toothbrush into splinters in his hand, as though the plastic was breakaway glass.

...This was... not good. But he needed to get to work. But these eyes would surely freak people out. All he could do was grab his cheap pair of sunglasses and throw them on as he went out the door. It wasn't the best solution, but it was all he could come up with for the moment. That, and complaining of light sensitivity if anyone at his work asked.

So here Killia is, working his usual job at The Paradise Taste, bouncing between waiting tables and cooking, wearing these cheap sunglasses that look very out of place for him. If it's a slow moment you might be able to catch him doing some cleaning around the restaurant, or if you're here to eat, he'll eventually approach your table.

His voice still calm and smooth, belying the strange self-aware anxiety boiling up within.]

Welcome to the Paradise Taste, can I start you with something to drink?

[Nailed it. Right?]

[Text, UN: AbsoluteZero]

I thought all this stuff about the supernatural was a bunch of play-acting. Some kind of bit.

And then I lifted a washing machine with a single hand trying to get a quarter I dropped.

Seriously. What the *hell* is going on.

[I don't like mondays]

[incendiarize]

WHO: Arthur and you!
WHERE: Out and about, and then on the network
WHEN: March 21, morning and then around noon
WHAT: Baby's First Vision
WARNINGS: Traffic trouble, potentially

[action]
[So. Arthur isn't one to play hooky. Exaggerate a sniffle into an excuse to stay home, sure, but who hasn't done that at least once? And honestly he was on his way, walking to school in the morning, same as usual.

And then he abruptly takes a sharp left turn and walks purposefully somewhere else. And he seems to have spontaneously forgotten absolutely everything about road safety?

Uh, well. There he goes.]

[video]
[Arthur never did turn up in class. He's lacking his usual energy when the video pops up.]

Uh, I know at least one of my teachers is on here. I'm sorry for skipping today. It was an accident?

More importantly, did anyone else go through like a freak rainstorm this morning? And end up somewhere different? It was super weird and--

[Right at that moment, something appears behind his left shoulder. It's....a paperclip? With eyes?]

Hi there!

Waaaauugh!

[He scrambles to cut the video mid-shout.]