1_800_hotline | Week 4 [Day 13-Day 15]

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Week 4 [Day 13-Day 15]

[Well that sure was an eventful trial. But on the bright side it looks like there’s some justice in this world, as meager as it is.

But even with the success, something starts feeling off the moment they leave the trial. Even if you might not realize it at first, the people living in this town are starting to seem more distant than normal, although you’re still more than welcome to chat with them.

Along with that, delivery trucks are suddenly popping up all over the town. You feel like they’re watching you....but thats impossible--youve only ever seen them delivery real packages...right?

Perhaps more terrifying however, is that now the Bowling Alley and the Arcade are closed! That’s so much good entertainment… gone….

...Also, starting this week something new is happening with the ghosts. What is that? Well… just wait and see.]

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[The radio whines and buzzes. The music sounds...slightly different today. As the voices of Phil Collins and Whitney Houston and others sing, other songs and noises suddenly become audible in the silence that separates them.

Of course, you don't notice this until well after Matthew has said the weather.]

Phew, it's a hot one today, folks. We've finally reached the 100's, guys. High of 102, low of 96. Make sure to keep an eye out for the signs of heat exhaustion and heat stroke, and make sure to stay cool. No signs of rain anytime soon, unfortunately.

Another grisly masked murder has occurred last night. However, police are willing to state that they believe the murder was committed by an imitator, due to the fact this murder does not match their previous records. Previous victims had allegedly been shot through the head with a single bullet. The police assure the public that they are on the case. However, certain rivaling politicians believe that the dismissal of Chief of Police Michael Foley has left them "disorganized and ill-prepared for the task that lays ahead".....

Edited 2019-07-01 01:35 (UTC)

[At least the music on the radio at night still seems to be the same. Again, there's the strange sounds that seem to flit in and out of tune, intruding on the edges of the melodies currently overlapping with it.]

Hey, listeners. You ever realize that we're only on this world for so long? Compared to the span of time, what we do...what we say, it's...so tiny. But that doesn't mean we have to mope about it. We can make it matter. If we're only here a short time, we may as well make a difference in the world for the next few people who come our way.

...Been spending too many nights staring at the stars, guys. It's a strange world out there. Make sure you remember what's important to you.

Edited 2019-07-01 01:40 (UTC)

[Those of you around might see Pyro's shambling corpse standing outside the arcade, gazing up at the ruined sign and trying to peer into the windows.

You then might realize that the sun is out, and Pyro shouldn't be here. Not during the day.

Should they?

But they're here, and as they see you approach, they wave enthusiastically. For those who have seen Pyro's ghost in the past, for some reason, they seem...slightly more tangible. In one hand, they're gripping a fistful of lighters. They then point to the lighters, then towards the empty arcade.]

Whnna hllp me?

[Later on, Pyro is seen at the beach, sitting in the sand and using their gloves to build up a mound of sand and trash. Occasionally, their hands clip through the sand, but it doesn't take long for them to make contact again. They're humming a quiet tune to themselves, which is somewhat obscured by the fact they keep coughing and wheezing out ghost blood. Nasty. But at least they're having fun building a sandcastle, apparently....]

[Michalis is really just here to see if this place is closed like the rest; he recognizes that Pyro is here, but it takes him a moment to realize what's wrong with this little fact.

It's daytime. Why...?

...Okay, you know what, Pyro is asking him a question and he's here to answer it.]

Very well. Do you want something more effective than the lighter?

[Oh, it's Michalis! Their very best friend! They like Michalis a lot. He likes fire almost as much as they do, and he knows how to have fun!

Their eyes(?) seem to sparkle with joy as soon as Michalis says it. They nod vigorously, flapping their hands around as they stare at him. Absolutely!! Where can they get this thing?]

...hey.

[What's so weird about daylight? Pyro's a zombie. Ghost. Thing, not a vampire.]

How's being dead.

Edited 2019-07-01 19:58 (UTC)

[On this bright and sunny morning, you might spot someone strolling down the street. There's an odd, shimmering quality to them as you get close, but they still look rather... real.

Looks like Ladd Russo is back from his short "vacation".

For the most part, he looks fine; he's still dressed in that conductor's uniform he got run over in, and that's fine too, though with the addition of two tire tracks running over his chest. And, on occasion, the way his suit fits on him may betray that what's underneath is probably... flatter than it used to be.

But he's back! And he's less than happy, which is probably why he's searching for any survivor he can find.]

Hey, guess who's back! It's your favorite person!

[Later still, you may catch Ladd in front of the arcade. He ever spent any time there, while he was alive.... at all.]

How odd. I didn't even set foot in there, and it closed? Did something happen already? But I've barely been dead! Maybe I started something, oh wouldn't that be nice...?

[He's just talking to himself tbh.]

Edited 2019-07-01 20:55 (UTC)

[They tilt their head to the side, seemingly mulling over this question. After a moment or two, they give Grog a big thumbs up. It's pretty good, now that they can get back to setting things on fire!

They then gesture towards the lighters in their hands. Wanna get in on this?]

...I still have the flamethrower you made me. With the odd spray can. I can get it for you.

You're up... early.

[ She squints. Wasn't the Specter Squad supposed to only be able to show up around night time? What the heckie's going on. ]

Did you have a good nap? I'm sure you were able to get a lot of pressure off of you, hmm?

[ Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. ]

[Oh hey, it's that kid who voted for him.

He kind of hates her now.]

Very funny, but you could say as much. [He stretches his arms, making several loud cracks in his ghost body.]

Turns out? Being dead doesn't feel a whole lot different from being alive... so I got up, went for a walk, and here I am.

So, anyone else dead yet?

....Yeah, okay. Fuck this place.

[He takes a lighter and- ....stares at it. How do.]

Shit, Pike's here?

[w h o o s h]

What's that? Spike? Who the hell's Spike?

[How long was he gone???]

[Funny when even catching the vaguest glimpse of somebody can make your heart stop dead in your chest for a second, before it starts back up beating five times faster than it's supposed to.]

[Which is to say, Satan's sucking a full lungs' worth of air through his teeth right now, if only to keep himself from uncontrollably screaming at the sight of this dead man walking in broad daylight.]

[...alright then. He figures it's safe to rely on his usual fallback plan for dealing with bad situations, which is to tell himself "this isn't really happening". Sure, he doesn't know much about ghosts, but they've been pretty consistent here about only showing up at nights. This can't be a ghost then. He's just hallucinating- this isn't something he has to deal with now. So it's fine to just walk... right... past him... like Ladd's not there. Because... he isn't. Right? Right. Just gonna... make his way to the bar now.]

[Another day, another message on your answering machine, as expected. As you pick up the receiver and listen, you'll realize that the voice sounds somewhat distorted, as if passed through a filter of some sort. What's clear is that the speaker's tone is far more forceful than previous weeks.]

Greetings. This is Noah & Sons, Inc. We've sent you some information on a business rival coming to town...we'd like to avoid any sort of complications or disruptions, so be sure to fill your contract before everything.

You've got forty-eight hours before they get here. I'm sure you know how to handle it. And, as always...be discreet.

[There's a click as the phone hangs up. Followed by another click. And another, and another. The phone hangs up twelve times before finally going dead, but it's strange--it's like the sound is being looped over and over again.

If you look towards your room door, you'll notice an unmarked envelope has been slipped under the crack. Opening the envelope reveals that someone has sent you grainy Polaroids of whatever person or thing you perceive to be the greatest threat to your home.

If you look outside, you'll notice a delivery truck zooming out of the parking lot, away from the motel. You blink, and it disappears.]

[The heat just keeps getting worse and worse with the coming days. The humidity is at an all-time high. Despite the dark storm clouds building, the sky refuses to relinquish any rain.

There will be no relief for you.]

....more news on Chief of Police Michael Foley. The police have come forth saying that, despite the fact that Foley was released from his position several months prior, he has still been kept on board in an advisory position. However, there are lingering sentiments that Foley should not be allowed to maintain this position, due to his previous disciplinary history and questionable treatment of felons....

[.........]

[The night is long and lonely. Something terrible waits just beyond the horizon.

The music is ever present. In the spot where the announcer is supposed to be speaking, someone seems to be singing a song....]

Amazing Grace,
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
T'was blind but now I see....

[The verse repeats several times before static overtakes it, and it is never heard again.]

Edited 2019-07-03 16:23 (UTC)

[While walking near the beach on this fine summer evening, you might hear something.

Something that sounds like a gunshot.

Investigate?]

Edited 2019-07-03 16:13 (UTC)

[6:13 AM.]

We'd like to have another shout out to Mr. Claude Eisner, whose contributions are keeping this radio station alive. His request? Don't forget to tune into his special broadcasts and buy his VHS tape box sets, and keep doing good in this world. Remember, a donation of fifty dollars or more gets you a shout-out on the radio--radio--radio--radio--radio--

[There's a small bought of static, and the noise resumes.]

Edited 2019-07-03 16:59 (UTC)

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Week 4 [Day 13-Day 15]

Day 13 (Sunday)

Night 13 (Monday)

Day 14 (Tuesday)

Night 14 (Wednesday)

Day 15 (Thursday)

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Arcade

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streets

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Asshole in the Streets, probably also in the sheets

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Ryu from Streets™

MOTIVE: JUST A JOB TO DO

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