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citynet2023-11-07 11:18 am
coolerjunpei) wrote in citynet2023-11-07 11:18 am
un: junpei | video
[The video opens on Junpei in an office chair - in his Secret Club Meeting Room (read: generic office building conference room) although this is not a secret meeting. This is Junpei spinning slowly in an office chair while he holds the camera up, tilting as far back as he can without tipping the chair over. So it's going great.]
So, city-zens, [.....ahem,] I've got some miscellaneous questions for you.
First, time travel: real? Let me know. [......,] I mean, you know— Before you got here, that is. Like how experienced are you in the realm of quantum... quantum-y goodness? I just thought that maybe it would be real for somebody else by now, but I dunno... Let me know that one instead.
[Cough. Anyway.]
Second, are we all just, uh... hanging out now, I guess? Um, like— who's trying to clip through the weird fog and get out still? Anybody? I'm looking for group, or whatever you call it. We can do code names.
[Junpei is not a gamer.... don't believe this... he's just cringe and thinking about half-press-A-ing through the universe, to wit as he spins faster in his chair:]
Third, whoooo's all in for simulation theory? [as dryly as possible, womp...] Eh? Woooo yeah... simulation theory...!
[The video tilts as he lets go with one hand to hold up... a pinched-fingers hand puppet 🤌... it's still fine, he's doing great. He pitches his voice up higher for the puppet, because of course he does:]
But Junpei, how is this a simulation? Well duh, why else would this place be like a city that doesn't know what a city is supposed to be like? And all the weird loading fog? C'mon! Buuuut Juuuunpei, are we all full of tubes and stuck in goo pods like in that movie?— [Ah, ahem, cough. He puts his hand down.] Maybe.
Or uh, whatever else is in the theory pile. Half the people I was messing around with about theories went and disappeared, soooo... Well, I'm gonna get serious cabin fever if I can't figure something oUT—
[Local Man Tips The Chair Over and Totally Wipes Out, stay tuned for updates. The video ends when the phone drops face down onto the floor, bye.......]
So, city-zens, [.....ahem,] I've got some miscellaneous questions for you.
First, time travel: real? Let me know. [......,] I mean, you know— Before you got here, that is. Like how experienced are you in the realm of quantum... quantum-y goodness? I just thought that maybe it would be real for somebody else by now, but I dunno... Let me know that one instead.
[Cough. Anyway.]
Second, are we all just, uh... hanging out now, I guess? Um, like— who's trying to clip through the weird fog and get out still? Anybody? I'm looking for group, or whatever you call it. We can do code names.
[Junpei is not a gamer.... don't believe this... he's just cringe and thinking about half-press-A-ing through the universe, to wit as he spins faster in his chair:]
Third, whoooo's all in for simulation theory? [as dryly as possible, womp...] Eh? Woooo yeah... simulation theory...!
[The video tilts as he lets go with one hand to hold up... a pinched-fingers hand puppet 🤌... it's still fine, he's doing great. He pitches his voice up higher for the puppet, because of course he does:]
But Junpei, how is this a simulation? Well duh, why else would this place be like a city that doesn't know what a city is supposed to be like? And all the weird loading fog? C'mon! Buuuut Juuuunpei, are we all full of tubes and stuck in goo pods like in that movie?— [Ah, ahem, cough. He puts his hand down.] Maybe.
Or uh, whatever else is in the theory pile. Half the people I was messing around with about theories went and disappeared, soooo... Well, I'm gonna get serious cabin fever if I can't figure something oUT—
[Local Man Tips The Chair Over and Totally Wipes Out, stay tuned for updates. The video ends when the phone drops face down onto the floor, bye.......]
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[just someguy things]
Goo is very sci-fi.
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Sounds gross if you ask me. Goo pods, I mean.
I could use some cup noodles, actually. Can't really cook shit in this state. Mind if you drop some over at my place?
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[But sure, sure, the call of the bestie is too strong... He's laboriously getting up from the floor already. Sorry about this camera work.]
How many is "some"...? A whole pack?
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[ NOT ]
Nah, just a couple will do. I don't really need to eat that much instant stuff anyway. Although...
[ hm. ]
You notice how there's less food in the shops these days?
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Junpei has managed to Get Up, so now Roland can join him on his walk. The camerawork is abysmal the whole time.]
I, uh... nnnno? [...,] Really? Is that because there are too many of us, or something? It's not like people stopped disappearing...
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Yeah, true. But like, remember how the food in the shelves can just respawn for a couple of days? Now some amenities are taking a lot longer to appear.
Maybe that's just me, though. I kinda notice this kinda stuff whenever I have to go get groceries.
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That's neurotic. [pot, kettle,] What stuff's taking longer, though? Definitely not the cup noodles.
And- well, do you think it's the stuff for real, or is it something about the perception of time...? Can't rule out something like that.
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Liquor, for one. [ dejected sigh. ] I'm running out...
And well. You're the "Time Expert" [ complete with airquotes ] around here. Since you experienced disappearing into that fog yourself, whaddaya think?
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[and, listen. don't call him that.]
What I think about lost time is it's not really that hard to change someone's perception of time... You don't even need fog. Move enough props around and we'll all be confused about how much time is really passing.
But it could be something like time dilation, I guess.
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[ he really gotta learn how to cut back... ]
Why even go through all that effort of moving props around just to make us forget what time it is? Although, it could be that they just took a chunk of memories out of our brains again.
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[ha. and maybe a pudding cup, if he's feeling nice.]
Anyway, I dunno. The last time someone moved shit around to mess with our perception of time—uh, and that's not us "our," this is my back home "our"—it was so we'd think we were all racing against each other to get out.
So... who knows.