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Nov. 25th, 2020

[phone] o rly?

IC contact / phone post




You've reached Cloud Strife. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.


[ OOC note: Cloud runs a delivery service and will put up flyers at various locations as well as advertising periodically on the network. The advertisement appears as follows:

Strife Delivery Service
You name it, we deliver it.
Dangerous and/or sensitive jobs handled with discretion, no questions asked.
Direct inquiries to Cloud Strife, Building 7 Apartment 119.

Feel free to have one of your characters respond to these ads and play it out IC here, or contact me OOC. ♥ ]

Nov. 18th, 2020

[default] where is that camera pointing

HMD

I've only been playing Cloud since November of 2011, so I'd appreciate any advice or critique you have for me! Compliments are of course also welcome. ♥

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Nov. 23rd, 2011

let's mosey

[002.]

[text]
Strife Delivery Service
You name it, we deliver it.
Dangerous and/or sensitive jobs handled with discretion, no questions asked.
Direct inquiries to Cloud Strife, Building 7 Apartment 119.

[voice from here on out]

I've got a couple of questions about the... curses, I guess.

What kind of stuff can they make us do? A little creative writing is one thing, but somethin' tells me that's not all there is.

How long do you figure we have until the next one? 'Cause I keep... hearing stuff. Ticking, inside my head. Like a clock. Don't know if this is a curse or not, but it started just after I got here.

Nov. 18th, 2011

[motorcycle] dawning

[001.] Video

Hey. Anyone there? Tifa?

[The image loads a second later, his face partially obscured by biker goggles and a mess of windswept blond spikes. After a pause, he leans forward; there’s a light jingling sound and the thrumming of an engine in the immediate background fades to silence, although the sound of the carousel can still faintly be heard.]

Think there’s been a mistake. I’m not dead, and I don’t remember going to sleep--[he looks toward the carousel]--but that’s definitely somethin' out of a nightmare.

But even that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t recognize this place at all. [A pause, and he’s still not looking at the device even though the volume of his voice raises slightly.] Who brought me here? What do you want with me?

[Quiet and humorless.] Heh--assuming it’s not all in my head.

[And louder, again.] Listen, if you can hear me, answer. I just want to know what’s going on.