[OFFLINE]

[Clearing cache...]

[Energy signature of [file.customname Samara 2.0] recognized. All alarms on standby.]

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[Energy Signature Of [customname.text.Stinky Eli] sensed within 100 clicks of Terminal G. All warning protocols and new safety parameters on standby.]

[With the terminal’s new and improved speaker system recently installed after the last internal damage fiasco, Lemon Demon’s TWO TRUCKS blasts at volumes unholy in the Rainforest Cafe. If anybody in the living world could hear anything on this side of the metaphorical mirror, it would definitely be in this moment, the electronic beeping and blooping that a waitress working her shift would assume to be a rude customer with their phone going off. Who would pick such a vulgar song for their ringtone she would think as she totes her tray of chicken tenders to a group of kids across the gaudy restaurant. Who would play something so vile. She doesn’t hear it though, thank God, but you’re left to assume that any being on the other side within a 5 mile radius could hear the jam about two American pickup trucks gettin’ it on.]

[The terminal hums despite ample activity around it, the land of the living oblivious to the crackle of the decrepit automated checkout-receipt-giver and children-placater, the bulky box sat on the end of the booth in the back “corner” of the rainforest cafe. They’re closing up for the night, and the machine seems to be malfunctioning despite no apparent scars on its hull. Or, it’s screen flashes blue red black blue blue only in the land of the dead. It’s 9:26 pm.]

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[Terminal online.]