un: volatill; video. 1.

[meteoricfall]

WHO: Till and you!
WHERE: Libra
WHEN: Mid-August
WHAT: Your newest performer would like to say hello.
WARNINGS: Language, probably.


[Some people have likely noticed an uptick in graffiti lately, and those who have been in music circles likely recognize the face that's greeting the camera right now. This singer-songwriter and guitarist has been in about a dozen different failed bands, and if anyone goes to any open mics, they've seen him shilling in the last couple of years, and probably have caught him in a bar fight or two.

[But if you're not one of those people, a scrawny punk with silver hair and teal eyes is hanging out on a couch with a white guitar, plucking at the strings quietly before he looks at the camera directly.]

So there's a whole brand of spyware for haunted freaks now? What's the point of an app like this?

Comments

voice | un: silhouetto

[threebetrayals]

Can we get someone to make something that pops up with a "this is not spyware, this is Zodiac being assholes"? Since apparently no one is creative anymore.

voice

[meteoricfall]

Who the hell is "Zodiac"? Like the serial killer?

[threebetrayals]

What, can't google? Or look outside at the asshole capitalists?

un: hextechnician

[hexcrafter]

[Deep, long-suffering sigh.]

I'll see what I can do. Do not expect results, and if any come regardless, do not expect them soon.

[threebetrayals]

More than I expected from you guys.

un: steadyflame; video

[reignitions]

Short version is some local capitalists don't seem to grasp the concept of "people generally want to be left the hell alone". Still dunno why the hell they even made the app, but there's no gettin' rid of it now that you've got it, unfortunately.

video

[meteoricfall]

I noticed it wouldn't uninstall. Am I gonna have to get a new phone to get rid of this?

[reignitions]

You're not gonna get rid of it even if you get a new phone. It'll just follow you to the new one because magic bullshit's gonna be bullshit. I think it'll follow you to other devices if you ditch phones in general, too.

So, unfortunately, you're stuck with the app and everyone on it.

video; un: shadeshift

[sunforging]

...Ain't you the little guy I saw chucked outta that bar last week?

video

[meteoricfall]

... maybe. Depends on the bar--wait, little? I was winning that fight, you know!

Re: video

[sunforging]

Th' winners don't oft get tossed out on their arse, mate.

un: belleoftheboulevard

[greatlydares]

Till! What're you doing here?

[meteoricfall]

... Belle? You're here?

[small world! till softens a lot in his genuine surprise, blinking at his phone.]

The app just... kinda showed up today. [guess this means he has friends with this... "affliction".]

un: yiling

[conseqweinces]

[Hey, Till. You remember this absolutely infuriating fucking voice you heard at an open mic once many years ago who brought a flute to a rock fight?]

You're posting on it, so you've gotta know the point. It's to talk to other people on it!

[meteoricfall]

[Oh he sure does.]

... Aren't you the flute guy?

un: midnightfishing

[illucesco]

Not technically spyware, just a very persistent magic app. Hang on, I'm going to DM you something. [Just dropping a link to Gemini into Till's DMs with a note of "don't mention this on Libra".]

Anyway, hi. Welcome to Libra. You came at a good time, things have been calm recently.

[meteoricfall]

[Yeah, he's taking that DM seriously; going underground isn't an issue for him, no worries.]

Calm? What's it like when it isn't for this... "magic" app?

video, un: mallemok

[mauks]

[ Molly's definitely see that face before in at least one of the last bars he's spent his nights in. pretty sure he watched the scrawny punk with silver hair start a bar fight that Mollymauk definitely did not engage in (that's a lie, he was the first person to get up and join in the fight). ]

Looks like your eye is healing nicely.

[meteoricfall]

[Look, sometimes a guy who's twice till's size says something heinous and till is incapable of keeping his hands to himself (violent). Either way, he sees that video and is very immediately losing a bit of the fronter's tension.]

Oh, hey, you're here. So it is an app for freaks. [Is that a smile?]

video; un: lycaon

[paraselenic]

[Hi Till. Here's a guy who's worked his way up through the bartending world (yes, there is a bartending world) and probably broke up one of those many fights you got yourself into. He has to say, he was a little impressed at your fighting spirit at the time.

As much as he had to admonish it. His eyebrows raise nonetheless at the familiar face.]

It is a social media app. An application that enable users to create and share content or to participate in discussion.

Have you been staying out of trouble? [He doubts it, from your tone.]

[meteoricfall]

[Ah. He recognizes this person. This guy makes damn good drinks.]

Uhh... no. But I don't bring it home, so it doesn't matter.

[No trouble for his landlord, no trouble for his housing.]

... How old are you that you have to describe what a social media app is? [Till that's rude. He's not trying to be seriously antagonistic, though.]

text; un: noxxed

[sassery]

tl;dr- app for supernaturals
have fun and remember
you can never leave
youre stuck with us now forever

[Why are you such a shit, Nox.]

[meteoricfall]

aren't we stuck with this anyway??
why do we have to be a big happy family about it?

[As if he's not fascinated and dying to know more about everybody on this app.]

Video; un:meteroic

[myblacksorrow]

[ Ivan seems to be laying on a dark colored couch with one small black cat mounted on top on him, her purple collar frilly and expensive looking, and a calico curled up against his stomach, both sufficiently boxing him in place.]

Various reasons. Monitoring communications between high risk individuals. Annoying civilians. Money. You should be used to this.

[ He is being infuriatingly calm about this. It must be the cats. ]

Video

[meteoricfall]

[Till is freezing as soon as he sees that face, his expression falling to obvious shock. Goodbye, mask of confidence, at least for now. He made this post feeling in control, but someone has to take that away.

[He needs a moment to process what's happening here, relying on echoic memory to replay what Ivan just said. Once he has, he blinks, shaking his head a little bit and... ignoring all of it.]

What are you doing here?!

[There he goes.]