#collidrune

Yeah, yeah, there's more.

This world has kingdom-wide mutations, deemed "updates", that change either the roles (base code) or appearance of its denizens. And so, i have deliberated a genetic code history of Addisons

Gen0: The Addison

Indistinguishable offwhite posing mannequins of simple life, only meant as programs providing a service or couriers of goods from Darkner Networks (or Lightners on very rare occasions and opportunities)

Generation 0 aren't complex programs, but they are well knit communities of friend clans and "clone families." Families are considered a string of similar code, making their cosmetic appearances "clones."

Gen1: Copy/Paste Addison

A new design with ball joints, softer bodies, and colors (pastel tints) carrying the same task in life as the originals

Generation 1 is the more shaped model of Addison, adding the variations of hair and color to the uniform look. They're generally small programs and plentiful. They've survived 2 updates, creating the Patch and Ink mutations in Update 1.1 and the Restore and Patina mutations in 1.2.

Gen2: Plastic Addison

The "perfected" addison model, with all the best aspects of Generation 1's updates, growing taller, sleeker, more visually appealing with a chassis over their jaw and joint pieces

Generation 2 appeared after update 1.2, during the worst of times, the Queen's Accident and Overthrow, when everything was rebounding and slowly rebuilding. They have 1 update and a patch mistake, producing one really messed up addison. Don't worry, they're fine. Update 2.1/1.3 produced the Toner variant of addison. 2.1.1 is the Neon Addison and a sad creature.

- 🪶

"So you are a Lightner-"

:this line has been disconnected:

The phone rings in their hand, quickly clattering to the floor. Cici was not ready-

". . . . . . . ." they freeze. " E LLO HHTERE!! Who were you expecting to call, actually;;;;;;;"

The salespitch they practiced has gone out the window, sputtering and spiralling as they try to find their footing on a wrong number call.

"...can i seel you an >[airfryer]?"

:the connection is on standby:

The shuffle and scuffle continues as Uncle Addy lifts the phone back to his... ear?

"I-I-Im so sorry about that-"

||anon asks||

He's puzzled for a moment, gathering his wits. "OH, oh that's just the children. It's never dull around here, a-and never, NEVER is it unwelcoming. I-I'm sure about that," he pleads. Seems this man can never catch his breath.

"We are running out of spare rooms though... too many orphans are still all alone out there, and it breaks my heart..."

The screaming returns.

"L-Cee noooo! Put the bottle down! Put. The bottle. Do-" he's cut off by another child.

"TAKE IT OUTSIDE, L!!" they cheer.

"Shush! I-if you lose it outside, we won't have any shampoo left for our hair. You don't wanna lose your hair, do you?" As threatening as a statement like that should be, he never so much as condescends them.

"...no," the child bemoans.

"Good, now go and get your little boop troop ^^ we need to clean up before lunch," he states, assuredly. A glimmer of pride in the wet towel of a man, quickly snuffed by the sound of a dodgeball.

"GHHKS-"

:the connection has expired:

Oooooooooooo- a question for me-

I think the guidelines are fairly simple:

○ stipulate who you're asking the question to, by name or color, otherwise it goes to me;

○ be mindful of where the people are in the scene, as you contact THEM and they can miss your call;

○ anon magic shenaniganery is currently off, only because it's the first chapter

○ and if you want to be a frequent caller, c'mon in to the discord and claim an acronym or emoji ^^ you can remain anonymous of course! This is caller coordination between callers;

Other than that, you could be an absolute a * * hat in your asks and be perfectly fine.

wait what do you mean by "lost"?

The song trails off, quietly ending in some far off feeling, trying to drag you away with it like a comfort blanket. And Swing holds the button to speak.

"Bienvenue, caller. You are on the air," he sings, low and sweet.

||anon asks||

"...Y'know I was going to say somethin' about all the history questions we're getting to today, but I'll just keep the ball rolling," he gripes.

"You ever notice the lack of Lightners 'round here, hombre? We darkners are all that's left. We lost a good deal of Lightner contact and such when the Crash happened. Lives were lost, friends were lost, MINDS were lost -gosh, Q most of all- , and the Lightners were lost. That's why down here, we call it Lost Code..."

He peters off a quick sigh, pondering a moment before reapproaching the mic.

"Music is the only thing we found left of the lightners, but we had to look for it. Hence, lost. That answer your question, caller?" He puffs mellifluously. Even with all this heavy topic, he keeps bouncing back.

"..I hope so ♡ we've got a real pleasant song coming up to help all you late burners power through the slow trudge."

:the connection is on standby:

[Bits of shuffling can be heard in the background. Quickly you can hear what seems to be paper being set down.]

Okay, I’m ready! Mr. Pence, was it?

||anon asks||

"Don't worry yourself. There's no hurry," he plucks. A pleasant call after whatever happened with Scrollen-

"Yes, Mr. Pence is fine. I hope, surely, you weren't actually trying to call me. Can't imagine why-" he drones on, strumming the cord of his desk phone. The dull vibrations go up and hit the frequency between you two, sending low hums under your voices.

"So, you called an internal line in the Mansion, probably because you'd punched in too few numbers?? Maybe. See, the phone needs careful attention to the exact numbers, pal. Once you get those, you can save the contact. Do you know how to save a contact?"

This goes on for a short time.

:the connection has expired: