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you awaken sitting on the fountain.
the fountain? no, that's not right. you've never seen this fountain in your life. it's pretty. it looks like it's made of gold, and the water is so, so blue.
you become aware of the fact that you cannot seem to remember how you got to this fountain, or this town. you can remember very little, in fact, just some simple things about yourself. you reach into the depths of your mind, knowing this is probably going to cause a gl-gl-gl-glitch-
---STAND BY---
your name is Project 1014-9. if anyone asks you your name, however, you are supposed to say that it is Lola. 1014. Lola.
Lola is a pretty word, you decide. it is to your understanding that it's usually used as a girls name. does that make you a girl? you do not know.
you remember how many years you have been alive. how old you are? yes. though mostly they say "this project has been running for..." 15 years. you have been running for 15 years. you are 15 years old.
you reach up to your neck and feel a small chip in it. you know there are words on this chip. the words say your name, and the name of your Home.
in your other hand, you hold an origami butterfly. you know it is connected to the person you're here for, but you are not sure how.
you look down and see you are wearing a purple t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. the sneakers feel strange on your feet, which are used to being bare. the jeans are a size too small. and you do not like purple.
your hair is long and straight. it is red. that is all you know about your appearance. if you wish to learn more, look for a mirror.
---STAND BY---
you are famished, and know there is money in your pocket. you walk into a cafe near the fountain and order something called pan-cakes. you hope they taste good.
while you are sitting at a table and waiting for your food, someone walks in. a beautiful girl. she is about your age, with long brown hair in a braid and brown eyes. she wears a white sundress and sandals. she orders her food and sits at a table across yours. she is carrying a purse, from which she pulls small, square sheets of paper with pretty patterns on them, and begins folding on of them until it suddenly resembles a stag. origami. you look down at the butterfly in your hand. something clicks in your brain. this girl's name is Olive Francis, though soon it will become 1015-6, if you do your job right. and you know that you have to do your job right.
what do you do now?
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(September 4, 2022 - 5:54 pm)
(September 4, 2022 - 5:54 pm)
(January 19, 2024 - 9:01 pm)
Yaaaay you're back!! Also, are you Poinsettia or Parody?
Say sure, in a casual way.
(January 20, 2024 - 8:38 pm)
"sureeeee," you say. very casually. so casual.
"it's okay if you're poor," Annie blurts.
Felix elbows her in the ribs. "Annie," she hisses in a not at all inconspicuous manner. "you can't just say that!"
you stare, embarrassed, at the table. "hey, don't worry about it," Olive says. "I've got extra money anyway. my parents give me a good allowance."
"I helped out at my dad's shop all summer, so I've got plenty of money too," Nico says. everyone else nods.
"but I don't want you to pay for me." you fidget in your seat.
"we don't have to shop that much more if you don't want to," Nico shrugs. "we can head to my house and play video games instead."
"or mine, and bake cookies," Reese says.
what do you say now?
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ik it's been like a month lol yeah sorry I'm quite busy, forgetful, and lacking in the commitment skills department. stay with me
(February 13, 2024 - 8:59 am)
(February 13, 2024 - 10:33 am)
Baking cookies sounds interesting
(February 13, 2024 - 10:55 am)
"I want to bake cookies," you say.
(March 24, 2024 - 3:07 pm)
(March 24, 2024 - 4:42 pm)
sci-fi, for sure!
(March 24, 2024 - 7:37 pm)
(March 25, 2024 - 7:05 pm)
Yes, love this!! And, wait... Aza?? :)
(March 26, 2024 - 5:57 pm)
(March 30, 2024 - 2:05 pm)
---AN INTERLUDE---
---REDIRECTING… LET'S LOOK AT A TIME BEFORE LOLA.---
Stan and Nathaniel are best friends. Only Stan is allowed to call Nathaniel Nate. Only Nate is allowed in Stan's makeshift lab (the table in the family's garage where Stan conducts many of his experiments.
Stan and Nathaniel are very smart. They won the science fair this year; everyone agrees they're brilliant boys. Maybe they'll change the world someday.
Stan and Nathaniel have been hired to work for a large company. Not much is known about it, but it's an honor; this company is making huge progress in science as we know it.
Stan and Nathaniel don't want anything to change. They have each other and they love each other.
---BUT THE TIME PASSES ON.---
Stan takes a deep breath as he sits down at his desk. He loves Nate, but he has to do this. He thinks of their last conversation. He replays it in his head for the thousandth time. And he knows Nate doesn't understand, that he may never understand.
Just because we want different things doesn't mean I don't love you, Nate.
Stan can't think of Nate anymore. Not now. He sighs and clicks a button on his computer. "Okay, Ida," he says. "Are you ready?"
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back! and no, I'm not Aza. how about you call me Stan?
---AND I'M THE PROGRAM.---
idk how to end this-
(May 4, 2024 - 8:08 pm)
(May 5, 2024 - 6:59 am)
ooh, this part was so good! i'm intrigued.
(May 6, 2024 - 2:13 pm)
---RETURNING (AGAIN??)---
"okay, Lola," Nico says. "I don't want to be pushy. I get there's some things that you might not want to talk about. But…" he sighs. "Listen, if you're homeless and you don't have someone to take care of you, it might be good for me to know that. I think I can get you help."
---THIS SEEMS LIKE A P-P-PROBLEM.---
yeah, it does, doesn't it? let's switch perspectives.
---REDIRECTING…---
everyone at the lab is freaking out. Stan sits quietly at his seat.
"we need to take control," someone insists. "nobody can know."
there are murmurs of agreement. everybody looks to Stan.
nobody can know.
Stan sighs. "okay," he says. "I have an idea."
---RETURNING…---
a force takes control of you. "it's a long story," you sigh. "but I'm not homeless, and I do have parents to take care of me. they'll be here tomorrow. unfortunately, there was a complicated mix-up when we bought our house. it's hard to explain, but all you really need to know is I ended up getting flown into town straight from my grandparents' house in Vermont, and I was supposed to meet my parents here, but their flight was canceled. all they could get was a flight two days later, and my phone died last night, so I've been completely on my own the past day. they told me to just stay in the house until they arrived. I've got a bed in there and stuff, luckily, because one of the moving trucks arrived. the house itself is still pretty rundown, though. we were supposed to stay with my aunt, and I think we're going to when we get here, but I have no way of getting to her house by myself. she lives in the next town over, and it's not safe to walk."
"oh," says Nico. "I think that's the most I've ever heard you say at once."
you shrug.
"so that old abandoned place is really yours?"
"yes," you say. "my parents love renovating houses and that sort of thing in their free time. we would move from house to house around our town until we decided to move here because my mom wants to be closer to my aunt and her family," you say.
"wow. okay. but your parents will be here tomorrow? for sure?"
"as far as I know, yes," you say. "they should be boarding their red eye right about now and arriving in town tomorrow morning."
"okay," says Nico. "so how about you stay here tonight? you can use my phone to text them that you're here."
"perfect!" you say.
he hands you his phone. "do what you need to do," says Nico. "I'm going to go get you a sleeping bag."
the minute he leaves, the force is gone. you breathe a sigh of a relief, unsure of what just happened.
Nico returns with the sleeping bag. "alright, you're all set. want to play a board game? or we could draw or watch TV or something." he shrugs.
what do you want to do?
(July 12, 2024 - 10:56 pm)