Thursday, December 15th, The Midnight Channel

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Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Thursday December 14th
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: Implied (eating disorders, force feeding, incest

Comments

Alison Mitchell | (Warning: eating disorder, forcefeeding, implied incest)

[thepull_npc]

[The screen flickers, and the image of a long banquet hall, dining table laden with remnants of feast, a scene of gluttony. Bones are picked clean, fatty grisly bits scattered, crumbs everywhere, creamy tureens emptied and buttered corncobs finished, swims into focus.

There’s a long, loud, obnoxious belch.

A blonde teenaged girl with wide-set gold eyes, tall, with a willowy bone structure and a large pink bow in her hair, sits alone at the head of the table, hand politely covering her mouth. She giggles, gives a mocking ladylike ‘oops!’, then resumes licking at her silver spoon.]

Yum! Oh, gosh, what a feast! Crispy bacon, gravy-smothered biscuits, deep fried steak, potatoes with a whole stick of butter and all the onion rings that can fit in the fries? It’s all so, sooooo good! I couldn’t possibly eat another single bite-

Oh wait! I can! Thanks to SERO’s new, miracle-pill, Pig Out, I am just the luckiest-

[Oh wait- here’s another fried drumstick. She takes a big bite and makes a lewd noise, rolling her eyes back dramatically,

[Reaction]

[acemedium]

[........... Even if Maya had an appetite lately, she would have lost it at this]

[Creepiest TV show ever.]

[ reaction ]

[leading3men]

Oh, this girl really looks familiar -

oh gross. Ew. That's just.

She can't even.

[beenwaitinglong]

[An office, where a pair of wingtip shoes resting on the desk indicates someone sitting in the high-backed chair, though it's hard to see who it is from this angle. There is a clue in the coffee cup sitting on the desk, pure black and full of a steaming brew.

At last the person in the chair moves their feet back to the floor and turns into view-- and a familiar lawyer grins at the camera. Though his hair is still ghostly white, he wears a red dress shirt and a black tie with his pinstripe vest, and his eyes are covered with a pair of sunglasses, not his usual gaudy visor. He picks up the cup of coffee and inhales the scent deeply.Welcome to Coffee Talk, the only show where you get your philosophy with a long drink of the hot, bitter truth. Tonight, we're talking about the simplest and most important aspect in any blend of coffee-- strength

action >> in the subway

[proxysearch]

[It's been a long day, as usual. Get up, go to work, see another body on the slab, work to find more missing people... Lather, rinse, repeat. Diego's called her out tonight to talk about Tifa's case. Jake's been riled up, ready to go, and she's sent Sherlock down to look into it. She doesn't want to lose more people but... But chances have to be taken in order for anything to happen. And that's just when she starts getting paranoid.

It's a comfort to have Diego there, even if he's asking for information. And it's good to have some coffee and different conversation, a chance to unwind and just talk about normal things.

The time slips away from them. The Darkness rolls in. She promises that she'll take him back to his place safely on the subway, and then she'll double back for her car. No problem. The subway is quiet, secured, and she's perusing the network for any signs of that broadcast when... Ah. There it is.

And with it is a very familiar face.

Re-l watches the entire thing, volume turned on so he can hear.]

...Diego.

[Her

[beenwaitinglong]

[He's rarely out after Darkness, but it was at least a productive few hours if he had to spare it away from the safety of his apartment. He's worried-- about what happened to Tifa, about what it means for his case, and most of all about Jake, who is not the type to handle injustice in a level-headed manner at all. Diego doesn't know anyone else like that.

Their conversation is quiet and sparse, as they're both tired. The moment the broadcast comes on and he hears a familiar voice, he digs out his own NV and it, too, is broadcasting the show.

As "he" talks on, his bronze skin starts to go pale. Almost like he's seen a ghost. He doesn't speak for a moment, and when he does it is shaky and disbelieving.]

What the hell is this?

[proxysearch]

[He's talking about being weak. About being blind. He's...talking about Diego, the one sitting right beside her. She doesn't need a dictionary of metaphors to understand that. But he's upset, strained, uncertain... And she puts her hand on his.]

It's just a stupid prank. Don't let it bother you.

[But the minute she takes him home, she's investigating this.]

[about3seconds]

[What's playing on the screen is relatively harmless- an unusual creme-colored tomcat with a golden charm embedded in its forehead acting out what could possibly be every viral cat video that ever graced the internet. It yowls in a mock attempt to speak, paws at yarn, and runs in circles, gorges itself on delicious cat food, eventually flopping down on a cushion to sleep.

There's static. The program could be over, but then it's back and the cat- and anyone who has met Meowth will recognize the species instantly- is staring directly into the camera, cheerful as can be.]

Meeeeowth. Owth-Meowth. [It's communicating, but the language is lost to any human ears. Only one creature in the city can speak that language.

Can I have some more, Master?

His paws go up to his cheeks, his head tilts to the side adorably. He meows again. Please?]

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[madeinoblivion]

Hey, isn't that the talking cat from the network? Y'know... The one who isn't Kyubey?

Whatever, Xact is still cutest cat.

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[pullsheavendown]

Darn right.

[refrigeratormom]

[.... Mary is just. Staring, thanks. What the hell, TV?

And then she's calling Meowth on the phone, because this is too weird to ignore.]

trigger warning for blood, self-harm, and mentions of death

[cruelwonder]

[The same static is again on later tonight. The padded room is there. And the table. And the blood. And the knife. But now the camera is a little more stable, a little more upright so the girl might be seen. It's Alice, of course, sitting with her legs apart like a small child might, the point of the blade balanced delicately on the ground. She twirls it back and forth, the blood dripping slowly. Her hands are covered in it, as is her dress. She looks like a messy kid who's come in from playing in the mud.

There's a thick, black ooze in the corner, spreading up the wall. She doesn't seem to notice it.

She's humming again softly. And then, she starts to rhyme once more.]

"Mange-ridden to the core, he leads me through the fray
With the toss of a Jackbomb, I clear abominations from our way.
They taunt me about the burning as if I were to blame,
I clear them from my conscious with the eloquence of my blade."

[She picks up the knife and settles it in her hand. She starts to slide it against her palm.]

I know what's real. I do indeed,

[Just reactioning here too]

[madeinoblivion]

What-

What is wrong with her?

reaction and text;

[notadisneygirl]

[Oh god, Alice. That's... no. That's not good. She sends out a text before everything happens with her and Rochelle.]

Alice, are you okay? Call me.

text;

[cruelwonder]

[it's an hour or two before she texts back.]

I'm all right.

[axemeaquestion]

[There's the usual fuzz and flicker before the new setting appears. It's facing down a long, seemingly never ending gap between two clothing racks, white dresses filling the both of them. It wasn't unlike the narrow halls of a certain wedding dress reality show. But it didn't stay empty. The hum of Here Comes the Bride suddenly comes in. Then a familiar young woman steps into the row

[just viewer reaction]

[madeinoblivion]

What?!

Rochelle?! Getting married? Who keeps putting people up to all of this!

And that's just...awkward, who'd she even be getting married to?

Gross. Nuh-uh. You don't even have to deny this one, because Joe Fieldman is doing it for you. No way that's the Baddest Woman Alive.

[reaction]

[asano_san]

[This could be tempting...if she didn't sound like she could kick his ass. And if these weird late-night shows weren't creeping him out.]

[whereismypizza]

Um...what? Ro? [There's been weird stuff on TV lately but this...he knows who this is. At least, he thinks he knows who it's supposed to be.] Congratulations?