[The asylum is not without its ghosts... maybe she's the one making the footsteps at night. Maybe even she is afraid. The important thing is, just like usual, she's still a hologram. Luckily for others, the asylum doesn't have projectors compatible with her broken program in every room, so she can't pass through walls - for all intents and ( Read more... )

[ standing outside the bus, reading aloud, though there isn't any sort of script in her hands. As ever, her voice jumps around, high notes taking the place of low ones, static interrupting both words and dead air ]

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Nothing to see here, move along!

[Kaito finds a computer laying on the ground, along with a keyboard and mouse ( Read more... )

[ in the corner of the dressing room, there's a bundle of pixels, humming away as they try to become less scattered. Every few minutes, they'll take the form of a grainy girl, sitting on the floor with her knees against her chest. With nothing to focus on, though, she quickly flickers back out of sight ]

[ there's a burst of angry static, every ( Read more... )

[Kaito's sitting in a really dark room, wimpering. Aww.]

...Masutaa? .. Are you in here? .... I don't like the dark......

[He wonders around for a bit, and hits his nose on something hard.]

O-Oww...! What was...

[Kaito feels around for the object that hit him, and flips a switch. Light floods the room, and Kaito finds himself in the dressing room.]

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[ today, Miku seems to be rather cheerful. It's difficult to say why, exactly, because her programming's only corroded further, causing her tie-the last part of her that was still coloured-to turn monochrome. She's collected a whole host of items over the past few days, and has them spread out on the ground in front of her: a red can of soda, a ( Read more... )

[ there's a rather confused Miku standing around, looking surprised to actually be functioning. She glances around, and then stares down at her hands, apparently having some difficulty moving. When it finally occurs to her to speak, her voice comes out rough and uneven, tempo, tone and volume constantly changing without her meaning to do so; ( Read more... )

[Twitching. Spazzing. Yes, those might be the words that come to mind when one sees the vocaloid in the corner, but if one looks closer, they can see she's not all... there. Her form ripples and flickers, occasionally giving way to static like a distorted Star Trek hologram, the former diva's lustrous green hair faded almost to a dull, lifeless, ( Read more... )