Sunday, December 18th, The Midnight Channel
Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Sunday, December 18th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( I try to stop the flow, double-clicking on the go, but it's no use; hey, I'm being consumed )
When: Midnight, Sunday, December 18th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( I try to stop the flow, double-clicking on the go, but it's no use; hey, I'm being consumed )
Caster's episode was just hard to watch. There's a sense of vicarious discomfort that lines the pit of his stomach as her shadow tears at her clothes and cries between statements that doesn't make much sense to him--together or on their own. He almost feels like it was happening in real time. It feels wrong to be there and not someone who knows how to handle this crying shit.
When it's finally over (with the edges of his mouth quirking into a frown at the way it ends), the static is sort of numbing, but the sounds and images still linger somewhere. Pickles sits with it for a minute before he turns off the television and smooths a hand over his face; then taps the button on the front of his phone to switch it on. He drums his fingers against it and just stares at the horned skull he uses as a lock screen image until the phone flickers off again, because he doesn't know what to say, or why he even wants to say it--whatever it was. And then he tries again, later. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Pickles inhales sharply, and flips his phone over so he couldn't see the screen anymore.
Fuck.]
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