[identity profile] iluitu.livejournal.com
There is what should be a familiar flash of light and echoing bang that resonates for a moment before dropping out completely. The product of this being a young woman who is, more or less, about as frightened and confused as anyone in her position possibly could be.

"H-Hello?" She calls out, looking around from where she is sitting on the ground, "Hello...? Ly... Anyone...?"
[identity profile] 95-tan.livejournal.com
Hospital: Clean

Dynames: Clean

Having fulfilled her (self-imposed) daily tasks, Windows 95 is spending her non-chore-related downtime hanging out with Adorable AI Friend.

Or you could call it Guarding the Giant Robot, if you want to be a buzzkill.

(It is being guarded with rays of cuteness.)
[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com
A meadow, with dry, brittle grass all around. A black-haired doll. A red-haired one. A brown-haired one. A stuffed cat. A stuffed wolf. Although they're just toys, they scream as their seams come loose, as their stuffing spills, as felt and cloth flies.

For something's tearing them up. Ripping them to pieces that flutter in the air like paper. Something with horrible dry rotting hands....


Bridgette wakes up with a scream, the smell of rot in her nose. Panting, she stares around. Marie looks at her curiously. 

Her room. Nothing more. It's just a nightmare. Nothing to get excited about. Everyone has bad dreams.

Still...it'd be nice to talk to someone. Just for a bit. And maybe have a midnight snack. Bridgette puts her jacket and boots on, leaves her room, and makes her way to the farmhouse. Marie follows.

There's gotta be someone in the kitchen, right?

[identity profile] cutest-copilot.livejournal.com
There is a little robot hanging around the Cooper farm.

No. No, not that one. That is a big robot.

This one's about the size, shape, and colour of a basketball. It's adorable as all hell and would be delighted to make your acquaintance.

Today, it is making its first foray into the Cooper house. People seem to congregate in the kitchen, so it hops up onto the table and swivels back to face the door.

Please do not mistake it for food.

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