[ « It hurts. Why does it hurt? It's not supposed to hurt. Why? You've never hurt me before! Stop, please, I can't-- »
Everything seems like the volume has been turned up to twenty-four on a dial that was only made for eleven. It's not the normal sounds being amplified like footsteps or yelling. All of that has been drowned out. It's just... sound. Polaris. Vibrating. Almost like she's screaming in Jesse's head. Screaming to drown something else out.
It wasn't this way with the Hiss. It was a battle back and forth. A cancelling out. This isn't that. Polaris is trying to overpower something--push it out. Get it out.
Get what out?
« You're not like this with the Board, or Darling, or Trench, or even Alan... why? Make it stop. PLEASE. Just stop it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, whatever I did--make it STOP! Just make it STOP!
I'm scared. »
Her forehead is pressed to the floor, both hands on either side of her head, covering her ears. Pressing hard. She's shaking, and not from the waves of energy that seem to roll off her. Pained sounds manage their way out, but they sound muted, quiet, barely audible.
Steve has Saga pushed against the wall and shouting at her not to make another move. Estevez looks up at Alan, telling him to step back. No one seems to know what is going on. They were talking and then suddenly Jesse was on the floor in pain. The only one who seems to know what direction to take is Steve, and perhaps that's because of something else feeding into him.
« I can't feel anything. All I can hear is you, and I can't even hear YOU right--stop it. Polaris, STOP IT. I can't understand you! »
It's never happened before. She can always understand Polaris, even before their bond deepened. So, why now, does Polaris refuse to properly share what is going on?
The sound suddenly mutes out. Everything stops. The pain dulls.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
One of Jesse's hand reaches forward as if she's trying to grasp onto something that's not physically in the room with the rest of them.
Ring. Ring Ring.
< OUR FAVORITE DIRECTOR/PLAYMATE. AN EMERGENCY/DANGER/WEE-WOO. >
Jesse looks around at the room that's not really a room and is pure white. Minus the black marble features everywhere. Her eyes move upwards to the ever present black pyramid. The Board. She feels her expression fall. That's why she can't feel Polaris now. She's in the Astral Plane.
Well, her mind anyways.
< UNAUTHORIZED USE OF THE HOTLINE/PHONE DETECTED. ENEMY PRESENCE MAKING THE RESONANCE/FRIEND UPSET. WE RECOMMEND YOU REMOVE THE THREAT/NOSEY PERSON IMMEDIATELY. >
"Nose-y person"? What the hell are you talking about?
< HOTLINE/PHONE IS MEANT FOR THE BOARD TO CONTACT DIRECTOR/CHOSEN ONE. UNWANTED PEOPLE/SOLICITORS ARE NOT ALLOWED. >
So... is that anyone you don't like, or now anyone that tries to contact me?
< UNWANTED PERSON/SOLICITOR POKES HER NOSE/SNOOT WHERE IT DOES NOT BELONG. FRIEND/RESONANCE HAS CANCELLED OUT THIS TIME. IF DIRECTOR/PLAYER ONE CONTINUES TO REFUSE TO HANDLE THE SITUATION, THE BOARD/US WILL INTERVENE/HACK. >
Hang on! I didn't say I was going to refuse to do... whatever it is you want me to do. I don't even know what's happening! You jerked me into the Astral Plane!
Jesse's outstretched hand begins to shake. The Service Weapon forms immediately. Estevez jumps up.
Polaris shimmers.
Steve seems to react to something. Both arms wrap around Saga and he literally hauls the yelling FBI agent out the front doors. Just in time as it looks like the Service Weapon was shifting to fire.
< THREAT REMOVED/INTERVENED. GIVE UNDERLING/TOP-GUN LL THE CONGRATULATIONS/PAY-RAISE. THE BOARD ADVISES DIRECTOR/FAVORITE ONE TO KEEP THE SOLICITOR/SNOOP OUT. >
Jesse suddenly gasps as her eyes refocus. Her senses seem dulled out still, but the pain has at least started to lessen. Her eyes stare at the floor in front of her.
She feels herself fall to her side. It feels slow, as if she is either being played on a slowed down video or an out of body experience. Like she knows it's her falling, but it doesn't feel like her as well.
« Red...? Why what's red on the floor? Is that--blood? From where? » ]
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Everything seems like the volume has been turned up to twenty-four on a dial that was only made for eleven. It's not the normal sounds being amplified like footsteps or yelling. All of that has been drowned out. It's just... sound. Polaris. Vibrating. Almost like she's screaming in Jesse's head. Screaming to drown something else out.
It wasn't this way with the Hiss. It was a battle back and forth. A cancelling out. This isn't that. Polaris is trying to overpower something--push it out. Get it out.
Get what out?
« You're not like this with the Board, or Darling, or Trench, or even Alan... why? Make it stop. PLEASE. Just stop it! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, whatever I did--make it STOP! Just make it STOP!
I'm scared. »
Her forehead is pressed to the floor, both hands on either side of her head, covering her ears. Pressing hard. She's shaking, and not from the waves of energy that seem to roll off her. Pained sounds manage their way out, but they sound muted, quiet, barely audible.
Steve has Saga pushed against the wall and shouting at her not to make another move. Estevez looks up at Alan, telling him to step back. No one seems to know what is going on. They were talking and then suddenly Jesse was on the floor in pain. The only one who seems to know what direction to take is Steve, and perhaps that's because of something else feeding into him.
« I can't feel anything. All I can hear is you, and I can't even hear YOU right--stop it. Polaris, STOP IT. I can't understand you! »
It's never happened before. She can always understand Polaris, even before their bond deepened. So, why now, does Polaris refuse to properly share what is going on?
The sound suddenly mutes out. Everything stops. The pain dulls.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
One of Jesse's hand reaches forward as if she's trying to grasp onto something that's not physically in the room with the rest of them.
Ring. Ring Ring.
< OUR FAVORITE DIRECTOR/PLAYMATE. AN EMERGENCY/DANGER/WEE-WOO. >
Jesse looks around at the room that's not really a room and is pure white. Minus the black marble features everywhere. Her eyes move upwards to the ever present black pyramid. The Board. She feels her expression fall. That's why she can't feel Polaris now. She's in the Astral Plane.
Well, her mind anyways.
< UNAUTHORIZED USE OF THE HOTLINE/PHONE DETECTED. ENEMY PRESENCE MAKING THE RESONANCE/FRIEND UPSET. WE RECOMMEND YOU REMOVE THE THREAT/NOSEY PERSON IMMEDIATELY. >
"Nose-y person"? What the hell are you talking about?
< HOTLINE/PHONE IS MEANT FOR THE BOARD TO CONTACT DIRECTOR/CHOSEN ONE. UNWANTED PEOPLE/SOLICITORS ARE NOT ALLOWED. >
So... is that anyone you don't like, or now anyone that tries to contact me?
< UNWANTED PERSON/SOLICITOR POKES HER NOSE/SNOOT WHERE IT DOES NOT BELONG. FRIEND/RESONANCE HAS CANCELLED OUT THIS TIME. IF DIRECTOR/PLAYER ONE CONTINUES TO REFUSE TO HANDLE THE SITUATION, THE BOARD/US WILL INTERVENE/HACK. >
Hang on! I didn't say I was going to refuse to do... whatever it is you want me to do. I don't even know what's happening! You jerked me into the Astral Plane!
Jesse's outstretched hand begins to shake. The Service Weapon forms immediately. Estevez jumps up.
Polaris shimmers.
Steve seems to react to something. Both arms wrap around Saga and he literally hauls the yelling FBI agent out the front doors. Just in time as it looks like the Service Weapon was shifting to fire.
< THREAT REMOVED/INTERVENED. GIVE UNDERLING/TOP-GUN LL THE CONGRATULATIONS/PAY-RAISE. THE BOARD ADVISES DIRECTOR/FAVORITE ONE TO KEEP THE SOLICITOR/SNOOP OUT. >
Jesse suddenly gasps as her eyes refocus. Her senses seem dulled out still, but the pain has at least started to lessen. Her eyes stare at the floor in front of her.
She feels herself fall to her side. It feels slow, as if she is either being played on a slowed down video or an out of body experience. Like she knows it's her falling, but it doesn't feel like her as well.
« Red...? Why what's red on the floor? Is that--blood? From where? » ]