expiationnet | OKCINDR POST #5

OKCINDR POST #5

Ever wanted to have CR with a character and wasn't sure how to get them to cross paths? Wanted a dating app so you can hook up with hot people? Wanted to just find friends because you're a lonely bastard?

With the update of the tablets and the apps, we now have a dating / friendship app called OKCINDR! Players can use it as they please for the two months that it's up -- just imagine that they're profiles to swipe right on and everything. The idea is to encourage CR that may be difficult to get with characters who may or may not be interested in events / posts / logs / other network posts.

So, on January 2nd, characters randomly look back at their tablets to see the following:

OKCINDR PROFILE RESET #4
PLEASE RESET PROFILE

This month, if players reset their profile, they will have a list of questions to answer:

- What is the maximum amount of sheep you have counted when trying to fall asleep?
- Is it harder to forgive yourself, or to forgive others?
- How strongly do you feel that the past defines a person?
- What is your dream?
- Why would an android's dream contain electric sheep? Are they particularly drawn to livestock animals?
- If you could return to one specific moment in your life, would you?
- How do you wake up from a dream?
- Please
- Wake up
- You must wake up

Players, of course, are able to ignore this message. However, if a character wouldn't fill it out but a player would like to participate... the profile mysteriously resets itself. There may even be responses sent from Character A to Character B without Character A actually doing anything, if you'd like! This is a completely opt-in scenario! But for players who would like to participate fill out the post:

network profile

Character_Name

@username

ABOUT_ME

CODING

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If you'd like to for shits and giggles, here's some notifications that may be used:

Name (@username) followed you

Name (@username) unfollowed you

Name (@username) blocked you

Have fun! Code credit.

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right, a bit too late for your break, innit... well, tomorrow, then. i'm holding you to it

[ and yeah, he probably shouldn't... but who's going to know? the crossword puzzle guy? no, he's already gone, it's fine! and charles is definitely grinning smugly at the response here. ]

thanks, love. so between this and the turtleneck, which should i keep?

you're going to get me fired. maybe before i leave the house, you'll just have to go for a walk or something.

[For maximum selfie surprise, of course. And so no one witnesses the ten initial selfies that he decides suck and look dumb, actually.]

both. well that's my shirt so you can borrow it indefinitely? sooo both. you're into layers.

hey, i'd never! but fine... but then i'm walking you to work.

[ if he can't be there to kiss him bye before he leaves, well, then this is the obvious option! ]

hmm, yeah. could give it back to you, too, though

[ he'll just have to take it off him — ]

okay, okay. if you really want.

[jk he's thrilled, just don't look at his selfies in front of him or he'll turn into steam—]

let me appreciate it for a while first. i'll let you know when i want to back.

course i do.

[ and no worries he's saving those for when he's at work... they will get him through the, uh, eight hours or so. codependency, what is that, ]

you can appreciate it for as long as you want, love. i'll wear your clothes whenever you want

[Eight hours with at least one call in the middle—]

okay, deal. what about a mix and match? like with the suspenders?

[Let him snap them... that old chestnut.]

[ yes, and possibly also meeting up for his lunch break. they're normal. ]

sure, if that's what you want

[ as if he'd answer anything else... but hm. on a completely different note, he sends another text after a few minutes, ]

why'd you not tell me you wanted to learn how to fight? you know i could help you, i told you i do boxing back home, didn't i

[ or did he..... ]

[This is regular couple behavior, for sure. Anyway: yesssss the suspenders, he's going to lose his mind—]

i wasn't really thinking about it until after the snake thing. can't just throw rocks forever, right? so i figured... hitting stuff. i'm never going to be mr. pro hitman shoot em up guy or whatever people do, just hitting stuff's fine.

annnnd i think i need to get out more? you know, for *reasons*? but i won't say no to extra lessons at home.

[ don't worry babe he'll wear the suspenders any time you want — ]

and you don't need to be, either. but i can't say it doesn't make me feel a lot better to think you can defend yourself

i'm proud of you, sweetheart. you know what, get lessons and then let's say in three months show me where you're at, yeah? surprise me

[heart eyes permanently,]

yeah, i might as well eventually. for the next big fucking snake attack.

and... thanks. you know that means a lot. maybe i'll even kick your ass by the time 3 months are up.

[Ha ha, doubtful. But it does help his determination to do this thing, that Charles is in his corner.]

[ oh cool they can match! ]

well, that snake is a goner but wouldn't put it past this place to bring in more of them

hey, anytime. but aiming high, aren't you? that's good, it's aces to have goals. tell you what, i'll think of a real good reward for you when you do beat me

it's a metaphorical snake. the snake-ish thing that comes next.

wow, though... what if i lose? are you gonna make me feel better?

whatever thing it is, it's a good idea to be prepared.

i mean, wouldn't want you to be discouraged by losing, so... course i will.

yeah, i know.

you're cute. soooo how would you make me feel better?

[c'mon charles stay in the space with him, focus—]

you're cuter. and plenty of ways, yeah?

[ it seems like that's going to be it for, hm, half a minute, until he sends another file — this time a short clip of himself, still wearing junpei's shirt (though he's now sitting on his bed, actually, clearly having moved there while they've been texting) but now with the suspenders. he raises his brows, grinning, and waves at the ensemble with his free hand. ]

[No, play with him in this sp— oh there's a file, let him just open that at work yet again, like the responsible employee he is. God, how does it feel for everyone else in existence to know they will never have the hottest, most charming, most delightful boyfriend in recorded history (all of them) because Junpei already has him-!!]

1000000/10 damn. i knew that would look good. you're ultra turbo mega hot.

[Give him a moment to casually create himself a boyfriend thirst traps subfolder in his media files, just so no one else ever gets to see these and they're all conveniently gathered... ahem.]

oh and uh your friend wants to teach me to shoot? and maybe give me a gun? are you cool with having a gun in the house somewhere?

[ meanwhile, charles is just laughing, in the way that's pleased that junpei seems to be pleased and kind of also not taking him seriously — ]

now you're just inventing qualifiers, love. but good if you like it, because looks like i'm stuck here now, so chances that i'm still wearing this when you get home are high

[ cue another two pictures: one where charles was very clearly trying to take a selfie when gab jumped on the bed and on him, specifically, so the photo is not entirely in focus, with him laughing and a blob of fluff on his lap; the second one is just gab, settled over charles' legs on the bed, there for naptime.

anyway, ]

wait, who? but i mean, sure, course i am. shooting's not a bad idea, gives you a good defense and puts you out of the way of fighting

don't worry, i'll save you when i get home. you'll have to cope with the beast until then. give him a hug for me.

[Very cute, he loves these pictures in a different way than he loves the thirsty ones. Anyway, let him go actually... click on a profile real quick... he absorbed puzzle solving + mentioning Charles directly and assumed, but-]

root? probably? unless you have another friend who'd call me your bae unironically. but good, just wanted to be sure. free gun.

so i just have to wait for you in bed? hmm, yeah, i think i can do that.

[ it's too bad the text can't also include the suggestive raise of his brows, or maybe it can... anyway, ] yeah, will do.

[ and then, ] oh, uh, yeah, pretty sure that's her. she's big on weapons. her girlfriend's even bigger on guns, actually... they're the ones i gave my apartment to

she didn't... say anything weird, did she

[ like the time she tried to offer him sex advice, having a pseudo-big sister is great most of the time except the times she's embarrassing him, ]

don't miss me too much.

[It's only a few hours, well within the codependency time allowances— Anyway, there's a diverting side topic there about these women Charles is friendly with and how many guns they collectively own, he's not not curious, buuut,]

weird like how...? don't forget about my ultimate-tier weirdness threshold.

i always miss you when you're away, love.

[ said with full sincerity, anyway — ]

right, no, i remember. but uh, it's nothing, she just... gets real into giving advice, i guess

that's why i said too much. might get kinda bummed if you don't miss me at all.

[Lean even further into codependency—]

she didn't give me any advice besides offering the gun thing, if that counts... or did she give you weird advice? about what?

well, that's not gonna happen, so

[ so, codependency is still on, ]

no, no, the gun thing's normal, that's fine. and i mean it was less advice and more explaining some stuff that's from after i died

like

uh

the difference between ssc and rack

uhhhhh is that a billiards thing or something...? the triangle thing is a rack, right? i have no idea what else that's supposed to be.

[??? foolish to think he would even guess in the ballpark of these terms, he knows nothing—]

no, it's not a billiards thing

you know, this is actually making me feel a lot better about not knowing about that stuff if you don't know either, i thought it was just, you know, cause it's all past when i died and all

but hold on a tick i'll try and remember

ssc was safe sane and consensual i'm pretty sure about that

rack was... risk something? aware? sorta forgot since it didn't really sound like something either of us would be into

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