The Lines We Draw

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Your name is Milo Diaz, and you have not slept in two days.

How could you, under these circumstances? It has been nearly a month without any new information regarding the almost-certainly-a-kidnapping of your brother and nearly the entirety of his senior class. You've started to grow restless. Your family has, too. Mom's barely been home, and Dad's rarely left the house. They haven't been to work in a while, but they're going to need to start soon. The support of your extended family can only last too long.

You are currently standing in the middle of your bedroom, the one that you used to share with your brother, Lucas. Since he has gone, you have taken to sleeping in the lower bunk of your bed, the one that he used to occupy. You have done this once before, when he went on a class trip with his fifth grade class what feels like eternities ago. Your parents know that you do this, and don't say anything.

It is currently 8:30 in the morning in the early middle of July. You don't know the exact date. The days have begun to blur into one contiguous slurry of information at this point. You've spent the past several hours reading books from your brother's shelf. If On A Winter's Night A Traveler by Italo Calvino lays open face down on your brother's bed. You're not sure if he ever got around to reading it, and you don't know anymore whether it's right for you to hope that he gets a chance, considering what you think that would entail. It's obvious to everyone including you at this point what's going to happen to him.

The help should have arrived by now, you realize. You could go and greet them downstairs, or you could stay up here while they do what they need to. That's what your mother and father have been doing, anyways. Pretending like they have a household ghost that goes around and does their chores for them. You're sure you know what form they imagine the ghost taking. It's different for you, though, considering you know this person rather well. You consider yourself friends with them, even. It'd be rude not to go down and say hello at least, but the choice is up to you. You have an entire day to decide what to do. Where to go. What to see.

But you need to start somewhere.

What will you do?
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1. This is an interactive Meanwhile thread. It is played similarly to a text-based adventure game in that you have direct influence over the actions of a character via text commands. All of your standard text based adventure commands will work here—examine room, pick things up, put them down, go to a certain room, talk, jump, et cetera—but it does not stop there. For, you see, instead of a computer program on the other end, you have to contend with the current handler responsible for the Player Character.

2. To command a character, send a suggestion for a command to the handler responsible for said character. We will try to incorporate all suggestions for commands into the Meanwhile; however, be advised that incorporating a command does not mean following it to the letter. Posting in the Discord server with an @ ping, DMs on Discord or Board PMs are appropriate ways to submit commands. Please do not submit commands by posting in the thread. Commands will appear anonymously in the thread—there will be no name attached to whatever you suggest. You are absolutely allowed to submit another suggestion after your previous suggestion has been fulfilled or addressed.

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Image / Image - G051: Lili Williams: 1. Kidnapped from her school trip and thrown into a horrific death game, Lili wanders the wasteland in search of her past life before it slides away from her for good.

Meanwhile 1. From Here On Out [Complete] Marie Bernstein eats ice cream with her friend and gets a text message.

Image / Image - B043: Arthur Bernstein: 2. Arthur watches the waters from the beach, knowing that their presence spells death. Seeking his sister's comfort, he takes up the spear and walks alongside another.

Meanwhile 2. Colorless [Complete] A family reunion under less than ideal circumstances. When trying to unravel the mystery of her brother's death at the hands of esoteric serial terrorists, Marie discovers more than she bargained for.

——The Earth Panel——




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Image - G026: Liberty "Bert" Wren: 3. It is happening again. To make things right, Bert must understand where things went wrong.

Image - B049: Max Rudolph: 4. The words we use to construct our realities often also make up the links in our chains. Fleeing a vision, Max builds his most elaborate prison yet.

Image - B032: Lucas Diaz: 5. A life lived through the views of others. In pursuit of revenge and his own death, Lucas Diaz interrupts the falling of many dominos.

Meanwhile 3. Because We Love You [Complete] Selections from a Google Drive, never to be logged into again.

Meanwhile 4. The Lines We Draw [Complete] In the process of collecting his brother's memories, Milo Diaz has a fitful morning.

Image - G007: Violet Schmidt: 6. The stars in the night sky do not make pictures. Breathing on both sides of the water, Violet Schmidt journeys to escape the confines of her own mind, and her reality.

Meanwhile 5. Years of Pilgrimage [???] Dana Schmidt is dreaming.

Meanwhile 6. Colorless II [Ongoing] Charlie Bernstein returns to the desert and finds it empty.

Meanwhile 7. Writing the Enigma [Ongoing] Randy Rudolph provides lodgings for Marie Bernstein as she investigates Survival of the Fittest, the city of Chattanooga, and the meaning of water.
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>Check Phone
You reach into the left front-facing pocket of your pajama shorts and pull out your cell phone. A crack runs the length of the screen in a diagonal curve from the top left to the bottom right of the screen. The background is a screenshot of something you wrote in your notes app for yourself, a little message of encouragement to get you through the day. General 'hang in there' bull-crap that you could really spend the time to pick apart if you wanted to, but won't, because you do have notifications waiting for you. Some previously accounted for, and some not.

As for the notifications you previously knew you had, there's the mundane and the what should already be mundane by now. A notifcation from a YouTube channel you were following, some news updates that happened overnight. Nothing atypical for a Friday, which wasn't what you were hoping for. If there were only something, anything that could be taken as a sign of life, you'd jump on it. The other notifications you remembered from the night before was stuff that you deliberately hadn't checked through. Facebook messages from one of Lucas' friends through his Facebook account. You aren't ready for that yet, probably.

There are three rather pressing messages, however.

The first is from your mother with a shopping list to give to "them" as she says. She has taken to addressing your friend indirectly and through several layers of proxies, usually in a sequence of mother, then father, then you, then your friend, but occasionally she skips over your dad to keep him out of the loop on things. You can see, running down this shopping list, that that must be the case. She's buying way too much food for them all to eat, and way more than you can afford on this current sabbatical from employment, life, and the world writ large. Almost as if she believes there's still another mouth to feed. That takes two messages.

The other message is from your father. You open the message and immediately back out when you see how long it is. He's been doing this every so often, sending long rambling scrolls of text to you. You alone. You haven't shown your mother yet. You rarely respond, and if you do, it's almost always in person and in very brief ways. Thank God you don't have read receipts on. You'll have to go and see what this is about later, maybe. You don't really think that you currently want to see him, but that might change if you get some breakfast.

You look down at yourself. The T-Shirt that felt just well fitted enough to be comfortable and warm a couple months ago now looked baggy and loose, half a size too big. You haven't been sleeping, and you haven't been eating, either.

What will you do?
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>Eat Breakfast
That'll be tough.

You can hear your friend in the kitchen, just a doorway and a left turn away from your bedroom. You don't want to eat in front of them. What meals you have been having, you've been taking into your room and eating while playing old video games on the CRT you dragged in here from the basement. Not much eating gets done. Up to yesterday you had a half eaten plate of Chinese takeout perched on top of a stack of clean laundry that you only got rid of because it started to smell. You've found that your appetite is generally gone, but you don't usually feel hungry anyway.

But Breakfast could be a good excuse to go outside and leave the confines of your room. You've been cooped up in here for a good while. You don't even need to eat, yourself. Maybe you could make your friend some food and call it even with what little impulses towards hunger you have left. It might also be nice to make conversation with them. Check in and see how they feel about this whole arrangement. You feel guilty about how often they've been asked back here, but you feel as though there's nothing else you can do to help out your parents. The best course of action is to remove yourself from proceedings and lessen the burden, you've decided, both the physical sense of having you move around the house in inefficient ways and in the emotional sense of being present.

Your stomach grumbles. Well, that's a sign you can't quite ignore. For a moment you look around your room for any morsel you could taste before bringing yourself to the door. The closest to any form of sustenance that you find are the crumbs at the bottom of an empty bag of Takis Fuego Corn Tortilla Chips on the top step up to your former bunk. With a sigh, you make your way to the exit to the room.

You open the door and step into the small circular intermediary zone between rooms your family likes to call the "hallway" despite its lack of size and generally enclosed nature. The door on your left leads to your bathroom. Directly in front of you is the door to your parent's room, and then a foot to the right is the door that leads into the dining room and by extension later on the living room as well. Similarly set off by a foot from your own door is the entryway to the kitchen, a portion of the wall jutting out to provide a convenient blind-spot for anyone turning the corner. Lastly, across the "hallway" from your bathroom is the door to a rarely used closet that is surely full of dust and insects by now.

The noises from the kitchen are louder now. You would guess by the sound of it that your friend is deep in the throes of a cleaning frenzy. The convenient dividing protrusion keeps you out of their line of sight—though they have heard you open your door, they have no reason to come and investigate or greet you just yet, you surmise. You feel an immense sense of trepidation wash over you, and find yourself paralyzed as you stand just across the threshold of safety. It is only your hallway, but it is also a crossroads.

What will you do?
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>Enter Closet
Overcome with anxiety and fear your feet move on their own; you briskly walk over to the closet, open the door, and step inside, closing it behind you.

It's dark.
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>Turn On Torch
Feeling around the cramped closet space, you search for a long, thin piece of wood to use as fuel and a lighter to spark a flame before realizing that course of action would probably burn down your house and that you probably meant a flashlight instead. Amazing how sleep deprivation will change your sense of diction, sometimes. You've been watching too much Doctor Who, you muse. You pull out your phone and turn on the screen, sending a burst of light at your eyes that illuminates several dust particles floating in the air, but not much else. Swiping up, you hit the flashlight button and wince as the camera flash turns on and nearly blinds you.

The floor, hardwood like the rest of your home, is littered with toppled LEGO boxes and other toys from your childhood. Indeed, that seems to be what most of the space inside the closet is filled with. The shelves to your left are dedicated to Lucas' Bionicle collection; to the right, your Hot Wheels cars. The shelves directly in front of you are cluttered with similar items—among them Transformers, Rescue Heroes, and other action figures you'd pick up at random from the dollar bin at the comic store and from McDonald's Happy Meals—except for once plastic bin on the very top shelf that you could just barely reach if you stand on your tip-toes. There's a spiderweb running from it to the ceiling and a faded tape label written in your mother's practiced green-marker handwriting that reads 'Keepsakes.'

Pendant in front of you is a cord running up to a light fixture on the ceiling. You poke it, tentatively. It's sticky for some reason.

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>Turn on Light
You reach for the dangling metal cord and take hold of it with your free hand. You've noticed this before, but the cord is sticky to the touch. Specifically, sticky in the way that a licked lollipop is sticky, a stickiness that clings to your hands and refuses to let go. You pull on the cord and wipe your hand on your shorts as soon as you are able.

Something above you fizzles, and the light does not turn on. You aim your flashlight at the fixture and see that though there is a light-bulb installed, it is likely dead. You don't know how this happened—maybe it was just in there for too long and decided to off itself, or gave out, or some spider crawled in there and messed things up. You have no way of telling without looking at the thing itself.

Your hand is still grossly sticky, in spite of this. All that grossness for nothing.

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>Lick your Hands
The idea hits you that maybe tasting whatever this sticky gunk is will sate whatever hunger you currently feel. Like how vikings ate ice to quiet down their stomachs when they were exploring Iceland and Greenland, or something. You like your phone hand first as a control sample and to reset your palette from "dry," and then go for your free hand next.

It takes only an instant of tongue-to-hand contact for you to make a BLUH noise and recoil in disgust.

Tastes like salty copper. Yeah, not something you want to go through again. You try to wipe the gunk off of your hand again, this time against the wall.

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>Kill Self
Oh, you've thought about doing that a few times, but just thinking about what your parents would go through is enough to stop you because you feel like what's going on now is close enough to what would happen then. They don't need to lose both of their sons. Not to the same hellish event. You can also imagine it setting off a chain reaction, possibly. Maybe your father would kill himself too, follow you both to whatever nothingness he believed came after death. Your father's actual religious beliefs and what he tried to raise you and Lucas with are somewhat incompatible, as he basically kowtowed to your mother's Jewish beliefs and traditions. You still celebrated Christmas and Easter out of some sense of mutuality or whatever, but it was Judaism you were raised to actually believe in. Your parents just wanted excuses to attempt to spoil you, really.

The thought of what next Christmas will be like briefly crosses your mind. You slap yourself in the face to get rid of that mental image. Then, you slap yourself again. Harder.

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>Sing "Ayo Technology"
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throwin' money around


is what you would sing, if you knew the words to that song, and also that it was a thing that existed.

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>Contemplate Recent Events
Define "recent," you will, since this is your own brain and you make the rules. You decide that for the purposes of this reflective moment, "recent" means the time in between you woke up from your last nightmare, around 48 hours ago and right now.

When you woke up that day, you spent most of the day in Lucas' bed. You finished up the ends of a few books that he was in the process of reading and put their bookmarks back where they were when he left for the trip to DC. At around noon you finally rolled out of bed and got into the shower, where you stayed for about an hour before your dad yelled at you to get out and to stop wasting water. Then when you got out the steam spilled from the bathroom and set off the fire alarm. You punched it to get it to stop ringing and the batteries popped out. When you crawled back into the same clothes you crawled out of you went to sit outside for a bit before deciding it was too hot. Then back inside to use the family computer and organize more of Lucas' writings. You retreated to your room at around 3:00 that morning and spent the time working through some of Super Metroid, staring into the ghostly bluish glow of the CRT until the birds of the dawn chorus began to chirp.

The day afterwards was slightly more eventful. You went with your mother to go grocery shopping. They were offering free samples of the store brand blue corn tortilla chip and some guacamole to go with it. You ate a few, and then when you got home walked around town for a few miles to get rid of the calories. Then when you got home you picked up If On a Winter's Night a Traveler and read it until basically ten minutes ago and here we are.

The closet isn't the worst place to be. It's nice in here, and will probably continue to be nice in here until either your phone dies or you see the spider that made the web on top of the Keepsakes box. Or until your friend comes by and knocks on the door and asks if you're alright. That BLUH sound you made earlier was pretty loud.

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>Take Keepsakes to Bedroom
Yeah okay nah this closet kind of sucks.

You get on your tip-toes and slide the Keepsakes box off of the shelf. The top of the box is made from blue plastic and is covered in a thin layer of dust. How the dust got here, you have little clue; it's not like there have been many people in here to produce the detritus necessary for dust to accumulate on the box, but it's possible that it acquired the dust when it was elsewhere in the house and then refused to let it go when it was moved. To keep your phone's flashlight going you place it on top of the box and light up the whole room while you search for the doorknob.

It finds your fingers easily at just below waist-height. You take a hand out from beneath the box to turn it and step out into the hallway.

However, it appears that you'll have to wait to look inside. Your fumbling around has caught somebody's attention.

Looks like you'll have to deal with them first.
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If only it were that easy.

They look tired and uncomfortably energetic. One of their legs has probably fallen asleep judging by their posture. Also, they have to finish up the laundry. They are nervous because they are unsure which of the Diaz family- the ones remaining- will be giving them the shopping list today. It is always a gratuitously long list, and they don't particularly like surprises or changes of routine. They have carefully programmed themselves to do the exact same thing while helping out in the Diaz house, day in and day out, because each room is as unfamiliar seeming as the previous room and the constant hum of stranger danger in their reptilian lobes makes them feel like a shaken soda bottle left to ferment.

But they almost always feel like that.

They are holding the Diaz family's most middling of pots, a truly gloriously average and generic block of inert cast iron just shaped that it might be relevant in emergencies of a grilled and steamed nature. It is almost dry, still slightly swaddled in moisture, and the dirty grey dish towel in one of their hands slowly scrubs, circular motions inch by inch. Their motions are carefully thorough.

It is an eerie moment of stillness, as they are waiting on something unfathomably compelling to happen, they stare at Milo and the two of them stare at each other across the vast impenetrable gulf of about a feet's worth of bleached carpeting.

And, their name is Gyu-ri Christensen. She already knew that she knew that, so she wasn't sure why that was occurring to herself all of a sudden, but that random repetition of basic information also seemed about right.

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> gyu_ri: stick out your tongue and wiggle your eyebrows
Charming idea, but you resist.

Well, you try to. You consciously know this is not the time nor the place- that fact very blatantly announces itself- but you did occasionally let the louder of the intrusive thoughts smear their grubby fingerprints over your frontal cortex. Your social life has suffered because of it.

Your eyebrows raise, for absolutely no reason, and you bite your own tongue sharply with the two frontmost teeth- piercing the pink of your tongue, a little, ouch and you make a note to check for infection later- to stop yourself from making the expression even more irrelevantly awkward.

Your social life- whatever you even call your relationship with the Diaz family, especially in recent history- only continues to hang by thread and by mercy of the wind.

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> summon EROTIC MAN
The question for you is, who is that?

You're above and beyond thrilled that your mental space is now warping into a sexual place- you definitely need to be thinking these kinds of thoughts for this staredown you had going with Milo- Lucas' little brother, literally underage, so on and so forth.

Who appears when your brain decides to randomly linger on imagery that make you feel the grotesque death of your innocence, that's particularly random and senseless. For example, Ivy in various states of undress appears distressingly frequently. Sometimes with blood and scarring that definitely is not supposed to be there. You sometimes wish you thought in 8-bit, because at the very least the mental scars wouldn't be so vivid.

The funny thing was that whenever you are actually legitimately into somebody: Jon, or maybe Zen if you're going for the throwback, they don't haunt your thoughts in such a way. You could be sexually attracted to them in the abstract, and that makes you feel safe and comfortable, that they do not appear in the loud static snow of your idling thoughts in such a way that you want to drain your own blood halal to clean yourself of the unbearable grossness of thinking such impure thoughts. It was there under your skin- packed like pus from a boil, you can feel it, it taunts you.

So yes, you think of EROTIC MAN. You hate yourself for it. A moment passed for Milo was a pained lifetime for yourself. The gnarled twisting of bodies, penetrated by dick and by bullet.

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What?

What's she doing? Is she trying to insinuate that you were doing something filthy in there? Raised eyebrows, weird, seductive tongue? You don't need to picture what she imagined you doing, not right now, while you're holding something probably very precious and sacred. Gyu-Ri can be strange sometimes, and you've taken that as a fact ever since you've known her and especially recently. Everyone processes grief in their own strange, crazy way.

Speaking of the box...

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> Milo: Set Keepsakes on Countertop 
You take a left into the kitchen, kind of stumbling past Gyu-Ri as she stands there, looking at what you're doing. As you enter the kitchen there is, to your left, a little mobile butcher's block/cabinet drawer combo thing with some empty space to put the Keepsakes box on. You do so, noting that the tips of the box poke off of the side of the counter, providing ample hazard for anyone moving into the narrow kitchen entrance hastily to accidentally bump into and threaten knocking off of the butcher's block. It's just that large. The kitchen is a cramped space, but right now you don't feel the need to Examine it in any further detail.

You turn back and look at Gyu-Ri, your expression blank except for a hint of fatigue and worry.

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>Gyu-ri: Continue drying pot
Heaven forbid you stop, you'd rather drop dead on the spot then skip a beat. The pot must be polished until it shines, this is a very good and meaningful use of your time and mental energy.

Your eyebrows are still stuck. You nudge and budge them back down, with apparently obvious discomfort and difficulty.

You meander back into the kitchen, also failing to Examine it in detail, though you would be willing. Now is as good a time as any for obsessing over details you've already rigorously sorted out over and over again- the buther's block is over there, the empty space next to it is there, but now there is a box there, of a certain size that you must now memorize until it is inevitably moved. You are pretty sure you've never tripped over or knocked over anything in your eighteen years of life- your hyper awareness of literally everything does have the occasional benefit. Anyways, the brief moment of self-aggrandisement is over now.

You have two hands full of a thoroughly dry pot that you're still wiping down and you have a friend you still have no idea what to say to. You're absolutely swimming in the depths now, you could choke and drown.

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>Milo: Post nudes on Reddit on a throwaway account
There are a couple of things wrong with this line of thinking. The first is that you are sixteen years old, which puts you squarely under Tennessee's age of consent. The second is that you don't even go on Reddit because Reddit sucks, even though your brother browses occasionally. The third is that you have absolutely no interest in posting nudes anywhere. The fourth is that even if you did, you would absolutely not do it right now, while you are in mourning, or even if you were not technically grieving, in the presence of Gyu-Ri.

Presence. Not speaking to her, just present. Maybe all of this time spent alone in your room not interacting with other people is responsible for the weirdness that's been happening in your head, lately. You should try and talk to Gyu-Ri, instead of futzing around with boxes and in closets. She's right here in front of you, after all.

"Hi," you say as a starter, "sorry, uh, for making you come over so early."

A quick glance at the kitchen wall clock reads back 8:45 AM.
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"Isn't this the same time as any other day?" Already she was being pedantic about it. Her face, at least, finally unstuck from the odd Picasso's-toddler-years combination of mixed signals.

She followed your glance at the clock.

"Usually I'm out of the house by six because I need to shop for you guys, and the others." She'd already have to redo some purchases because of the new list. It wasn't seemingly the most efficient use of time, to be repetitively doing things and making them only slightly different each time. Like anybody could even tell the difference.

She shrugged and finally stopped it with the damn pot, leaving it just on top of one of the stove burners. Her wrists were inflamed looking- must have been a heavy pot.

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> Gyu-ri: Mull over how resentful having to redo some of the shopping does (or does not) 
make you
Interesting question with a boring and complicated answer. You rarely begrudge the itchy voices in your brain the regularly redundant reminders that tend to likewise be alliterative.

You tend to suffer from crossed wires in most aspect, misfiring signals making the wrong nerves send the wrong signals of pain you'll respond to despite knowing the sensation is a ghost in the machine. This is no different- you don't like repeating yourself, of course, even though you repeat yourself all the time, and you definitely don't like repeating yourself but you tend to repeat yourself all the time. But you don't mind being asked to do things by others. Ji-hyun, bless her soul, tends to ask you the stupidest things. Silly little requests for this or that or 'stop cooking the same thing every day' or spiritual questions Gyu-ri felt smaller just for trying to contemplate.

You always try your best to be helpful. The pain in your wrist reminds you of that fact.

This conversation is slow, and you feel somewhat self conscious about that fact. Somewhat in your case already means the alarm bells are ringing at some arbitrarily high DEFCON.

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[+] Cicada Uses A Gun For The First Time
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