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[fuckyou_chorus]

[In the woods you might hear the faint ringing of a telephone. . . but you don't see one. If you spoke to the telephone earlier, you might be looking for a certain unmarked grave to dig up. . .]

(ooc: second bit of the phonevent for anyone spiritually sensitive or tech sensitive something is growing and is trying to subliminally influence people

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[notamartian]

[if you go down to the woods today, you'll be in for ... the Doctor in a godawful mood.]

Ring, ring, ring. Couldn't you have picked a better ringtone? Mozart in beeps and trills?

[fuckyou_chorus]

[ . . . Rings Pachelbel's Canon in D ]

[notamartian]

[ . . . ]

You know, it doesn't matter how much you try to please me. I'm still going to stop you.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[stops ringing!]

[notamartian]

Nice try.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[. . . ringing the Jeopardy theme >:]

[notamartian]

Give me some Chopin.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[stops ringing again :(]

[notamartian]

Hole in your knowledge, is it? Right, I guess this must be the place.

[is indeed standing right over wherever and whatever you are. stamps on the ground curiously.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[it's just an unmarked grave! And there's a move along push in your brain.]

[notamartian]

[have a mind your own business push back.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[GRUMPY LOUD MENTAL STATIC D<]

[notamartian]

[... enjoy The Benny Hill Theme as I start to poke around your grave.]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[. . . 8( it's a pretty fresh grave, actually. Very fresh. Odd. . .?]

[notamartian]

Hmmm. I wonder who you are.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[there's some wires in the dirt as well.]