OPERATION: YOUTHFUL DISOBEDIENCE

[stresstokens]

WHO: Members of the grand curfew-breaking plan!
WHEN: During the Moorecroft event.
WHERE: Various Moorecroft locales.
WHAT: A bunch of youths have gotten together to break curfew in tandem to get to the bottom of the mystery at heart of this place -- but what they find leads to more questions than answers.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Probable violence, death, emotional trauma, cursing. All the fun stuff! I'll be putting the log headers for pre/during/post-curfew breaking logs in the comments, so just hang tight while I do that, though all members are of course more than welcome to post their own logs if that suits their tagging style better.

Comments

[equivo]

[ He resents, on a general level, any time Lisa sounds less like a construct built in a lab to get under his skin and more like someone he could hold a conversation with for more than five minutes without wanting to strangle her.

It reminds him of before the division built up past salvaging, when he had no idea - and he should have fucking known - that the Undersiders were going to be the end of his small, fragile world. Lisa had a certain je ne sai fuck you he had thought he could respect, in a way. She seemed to know how much it was all a sort of sick joke. Just like she sounds now.

He's thinking of her as Lisa. It's not even her real goddamn name either. ]

You might be right.

[ That's more than he'd usually give, even if might is less than she probably feels entitled to. He rotates the cup in his hands, studying it with renewed intensity. ]

I've been thinking it could be something like the parasites. You know. The alien brain worms we evidently have. Amy gave me the crash course.

So if it is, hey. We're ahead of the curve. Our whole fucking lives were already reality TV for aliens.