R.U.N. Co. Scavengers

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Date: Unknown Time: 12:39am Location: S4, UA There are two voices in the background. Familiar in some ways, and strange in others. It’s from a time long passed.  ??: “We don’t get this often, do we?” ???: “Nope.” ??: “Is...that a good thing?” ???: “What? No! No! It makes it special, I promise.”

??: “Mom is gonna be pissed.” ???: “We’re not doin’ anything wrong, Evie.” ??: “Are...Are you sure? She doesn’t like it when we g-” ???: “Are we in any danger? Trouble?” ??: “No! We’re on th’ roof!” ???: “See? No danger. We’re just watchin’ the sky.” ??: “See anythin’ special?” ???: “No.” ??: “Look harder, Evie.” ???: “Hey! I am lookin’” ??: “Take a deep breath. Look again.” [Silence.]

???: “I see stars.” ??: “Good. Anythin’ else?” ???: “...City lights!” ??: “And?”

???: “Um....you!” ??: “Am I in th’ sky?” ???: “Noooo!” ??: “No?” ???: “But you’re my star!” [Silence.]

R squints at the words before her eyes widen, amused. She doesn't recognize the name.

"Holy crap!" She tugs on Liv's sleeve. "A newbie! The signal's spreadin' more, I guess!"

She turns her attention to the screen again and waves at the camera.

"Your username is pretty cool, Phantom. But new, you say? Welcome to the shitshow that is...well, us! What's going on is that some of our "friends" are goin' missing. We don't know why, and we don't know if we're next."

Sil is fiddling around with the machine and sees an older message he must’ve missed previously.

“Blasted thing.....oh! An old message.....Whoops. Sorry about that Birb. Um....yeah Revenants are what we call those against the council of Upper Amberdine and/or the survivors of Lower Amberdine who have plucked their chips out in defiance to that blasted city”

Sil pauses for a moment. “This message was before we figured out you guys aren’t from this time....space.....line.....or whatever. So I’m not actually sure if you’d be considered Revenants now or not......R?”

R shrugs.

Sil jumps in, not quite making eye contact with the screen.

Liv continues speaking after Steel climbs his way back up onto her shoulder from her arm, seeming very comfortable in her presence. The woman agrees that he’s a good boy until you try to spook him, giving R a playful look before speaking again. She’s too interested to stop rambling.

“Here, I’ll answer two of you at once,” she starts, pushing her glasses up again. “The thing about the Tagged is that we always make a conscious effort to avoid them. All the time. They’re very dangerous, and sometimes if you go after one an entire horde of them will pop up out of nowhere and ambush you. It’s too much of a gamble to make regularly,” she explains. “Which is why we’ve never acquired a chip from a dead Tagged, and why we aren’t entirely sure what the chips do to the human brain. It almost seems to ‘brick’ them, making them into a kind of mindless hivemind like our friend Shadow here says,” she continues. “As much as I would enjoy getting my hands on one so I could analyze it and hopefully figure out what it really does, this is a case where we would have to put someone’s safety on the line in order to get one. However, assuming the chip wouldn’t self-destruct or brick upon being detached from a host, it could very much be possible!”

R has been spinning on her chair for the past few minutes, trying to occupy her time while Liv rambles on. She smirks, her features alight in amusement.

"Ah, so you're gang is the reason we even get to this point," She drawls. "Well, progress is a...relative term. Some of us want freaky deaky cars and pets, and others want it just...be ancient. With actual wheels and shit. Bring back the classics like CDs and...discs, I think is what they're called."

She looks at Liv again and her smile widens.