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Date: [October 31st]
Characters: A string of numbers yet to be determined (Russell)]

[Mid-afternoon, Halloween, a video post becomes available on the network. It's coming from a slightly odd angle, pointed as though someone had tapped their number on a mirror and propped it against the head of a bed. Front and center in the view is Russell, sitting a few feet away, with a pile of things in front of him. Two different cell phones, a few colorful sketches, and... several bones. There's no dirt on them, but they sure don't look like plastic.]

I am having. A day.

Multiple times, today, I've had that... that dizziness, and emptiness, and found myself remembering things or finding things. I can't go to my door without tripping over something that sets it off. Is that just me?

And, can anyone tell me about this?

[He gestures at one of the cellphones, and holds it up close to the mirror so the charger port is visible from the mirror's feed. It's not any of the standard ports, or even an obscure one. And something about the style of the phone, there's no match on Earth for it.]

Did one of you drop this off with the bucket, or do the rest of all that... decorating?

((ooc: Tag in action/prose as you prefer, and I'll match! And if anyone has the technical skills to examine a strange electronic device, and especially to devise a charger for it, I'd love to pursue that option.))

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Sure I can, just try to stop me!

That makes no sense!

Probably wise since I don’t think conditions will improve overnight. I don’t mind picking something up on the way. Do you have anything specific you’d like? There’s a good pizza place by my school.

What if you were a really cool crypt-dwelling Necromancer?

I still think she might be uncomfortable with the undead, but who knows

We don't even know how far this is going to go

I mean it all started so suddenly, it might stop just as suddenly.

[That, and he's nervous about saying I in the same context as these memories. He'd gone weeks thinking it was a break from reality, rather than the intro to some Isekai anime.]

[Well, that's not great news.]

Is that the greasy place? I'll pass on that

But if you want it go ahead, I have a half-off coupon for a sandwich down the street

It makes lots of sense! I know they're there, and they're just zero helpfulness. Being too unhelpful is so unhelpful that it's negatively helpful.

[It's been a while since his last maths class, but he's pretty sure that's how negative numbers work.]

It’s not too bad. That sounds like a plan for food. See you tomorrow.

....

The next day, Benjiro sends his cousin a text to notify him that his classes had finished and he would be at the flat after picking up the pizza. Sleep had done well for him, but the teenager is still uncomfortably sore, so his usually quick pace is hampered. Pizza obtained, the teenager makes his way to the flat and knocks on the door when he arrives before opening it up to step inside. Kicking off one shoe gently then the other, he’ll greet his cousin, “Hey Russell. Sorry for the wait.”

[...And something happens, and then he suddenly has a pretty good grasp on what Russell was trying to refer to.

This. Is sure weird. What. It's overload. But he can play this game now.]

If they're there, they aren't zero helpfulness, because they still provide resources just not here. So they still are a value above zero. My presence here also constitutes a value, wherever you place it. So what you should rather look for is to array everyone's helpfulness on a function with a limit greater 1.

[...Maybe he's slightly going over board and not quite on top of the text-to-maths game yet.]

As Benjiro enters there's a couple pairs of shoes by the door; Walter and Jim may be around, likely in Walter's room, and there's no sense in Russell wearing anything around the flat when he has no intention of leaving the building today. Russell's sitting on the living room floor, facing a laptop and leaning in a yoga pose, and looks up to briefly wave at his cousin.

"Hey there, not a problem, let me just... get up." It takes a few seconds of shifting to get his leg's range of movement back, then he rises and pats himself off. "Right, pizza. Food and news. I can get some tea started, while you get yourself settled...?"

Backpack shuffled off more carefully with pizza box held in one hand at a time, he offers a wave back to his cousin. NSAIDs are about the only reason he’s moving reasonably well today and just looking at the pose Russell is in makes him inwardly cringe. He has been stretching slowly and gently throughout the day, but no amount of effort could get him into that position right now.

“Sure. Want me to head to the table or the couch?” Wherever he sits, he intends to stay there. He does notice the new shoes at the rack as he lifts his own on with one foot to avoid bending down, “...hey, is someone else here?” Moreover, is this a bad time to be discussing Numbered matters?

Err...

[There is a drawn out hesitant sound as he tries to catch up with this.]

That's still... that's still giving them too much credit. Maybe, greater than zero.

[He says, like it's a big concession. Russell's really attached to this notion of people being so unhelpful that it's harmful and measured in negatives, rushing to give the overall flow rather than measuring their output and input separately. It's not a great outlook.]

"Uh... Oh, just Walter and Jim," Russell reassures, recognizing the other reason to be asking. He hasn't seen any sign of Benjiro communicating on the network, but they both know of it, and probably saw Jim around sometime, right? "They stopped by earlier, we experimented with my new phone... they might have stepped out? But we might as well sit at the table, so he doesn't get mad about spilled sauce." Their actual location is handwaved due to this player's uncertainty, and Russell got distracted enough in his fitness routine to miss them.

It's been a good distraction from the question of unsettling skeletons, too. Russell is a fortunate guy in a number of ways, even if he overlooks that in his disappointment over not achieving certain goals, and his physical fitness is among them. The poses he's gone through aren't the obvious contortionist things, but still poses that take a fair amount of flexibility and steadiness, and put his muscles through a workout that is still not showing any results. The activity hasn't gotten any harder, but it seems like he's lost muscle tone if anything.

“I remember Jim. I saw him again yesterday actually... Any luck with that unusual phone?” he inquires as he steps further into the flat to head directly for the table. Opening the pizza box, he checks the lid to make certain the inner cardboard is clean before folding it under to set down on the table to keep it from taking up as much room on the surface.

Rather than sit however, he moves to stand at the entry to the kitchen to watch as his cousin goes about making the tea so they can talk more directly rather than calling between areas. His pizza will keep warm a little longer, and he’ll take the opportunity to stretch one arm across his chest to pull at his shoulder muscles with the soreness worst across his shoulders.

At the very least greater than zero.

[They can settle on that.]

"I think we figured out the charger," he says as he goes through the motions of tea preparation. "It'll need to be custom-made, but, not too difficult with the right supplies...? The rest of it's a mystery. Broken apps, photos of skeletons and toys and some room, and broken contacts."

Russell shakes his head, still feeling there must be something more to it - what's the chance of finding a phone full of pictures of posed skeletons, the same day there's skeletons unearthed in graveyards all through the county, and it being pure coincidence? He's not risking showing the phone's contents to anyone but network people, until the police find something more about how those pranks happened. For now, he glances sidelong at his cousin. "Did Jim... get involved in whatever you want to talk about?"

"It shouldn't be. Chargers are simple in construction. Come to think of it, once that is ready, one of us might be able to connect it to a computer and try to access the software to examine the app code. Assuming of course we can get the system to recognize it at all..." There will be no drivers to interact with it, but that doesn't mean it's not possible to take a variety of creative approaches to attempt it.

Dropping his arm to repeat the process to the contralateral shoulder, he winces faintly then settles into the position for the mirrored stretch. At the question about Jim, he shakes his head, "Not really. I saw him before I got all my Echoes yesterday. It's nothing serious, I mostly thought we should catch up." Benjiro has changed since they last saw each other in person after all, now standing 5 cm taller, broader across his shoulders, and wearing rather loose, second hand clothing. That, and he wants to tell his cousin about other matters he can't express in text safely the way he had to inform Russell about his efforts to build a motorcycle.

"Ah, I see." Russell nods and hums in response, savvy enough to follow the general plan for the charger situation, but not enough to make educated guesses about app codes or drivers. He heads for the cabinet and pulls out the more decorative tea set - the one his mum insisted on getting him, one holiday, for guests.

"And it wasn't just one thing, but a lot... That's going around. Did you want your usual...?" He turns as he asks, then squints at his cousin. This is the first time today he's properly looking at Benjiro, while both are standing, and something's off. He tilts his head, trying to place it.

Benjiro would be more than willing to assist with the efforts, although he has a feeling Jim and Walter will want to follow through on the possibility.

After holding the stretch for as long as he can tolerate, he lowers that arm gently to rest with shoulders less tense for the moment. The teenager nods as he confirms it after answering, "Yes please. And you're right. I got one, then two together almost immediately after from the same source. And second one felt different from the other Echoes I've experienced..." The last sentence comes haunted with the same nerves that creep when one stands at the edge of a cliff, but he doesn't say more as he notices the way his cousin is staring at him.

"Is something...?" he begins only to key in on the difference, "Oh, right. I didn't mention it. When I went to the junkyard to get the parts for my motorcycle I uh...had an Echo that gave me a growth spurt."

"That's it," he says with that triumph of placing what he was noticing, then he doubletakes. "All at once?"

Somehow, the notion of growing sharp teeth is less bewildering than growing several centimeters in a day. It might be because losing one set of teeth and gaining another is already a thing, so that he can imagine the sharper teeth grew in over time. Or it might be how heights can vary a bit already, depending on what people are wearing.

Russell tilts his head a little more to doublecheck Benjiro's feet before concluding - no shoes, those were left at the door. This is real. "Or did it come... slowly through the night?"

The teenager looks off as he unhooks the loops from behind his ears to remove his face mask, showing the sheepish smile behind it, "Unfortunately it was all at once. It was rather inconvenient, but I was lucky no one except Sadie witnessed it." That, and his rib had still been healing at the time when his bones and other tissues started shifting to expand. Since then he has received the occasional comment when someone notices the difference about how fast he's growing.

Looking back to his cousin directly, Benjiro starts to realize something is different in the way Russell looks as well. His expression flattens as he notices the way the light falls on his face, and he ventures, "Odd question, but uh...have you been feeling okay?"

There's several things about Benjiro's situation that Russell doesn't envy, and the abruptness of those physical changes is a big one of them. How long will his streak of fortune last, with him being alone or only with networked friends around when things happen?

With that worry on his mind, Russell positively sags. "Oh, god. Is it noticeable? I don't want to go to a doctor, I feel fine, but..." Something is not quite right. Mildly enough that it might not be one of the magical changes, but persistent enough that there's little besides that or some serious illness to explain it.

The change had been disorienting at the time, and with more likely to follow in kind, it will be only a matter of time before he can no longer hide. A reality he dreads.

As strong of a reaction as the question causes in his cousin, Benjiro wonders how long his appearance has been thinning. Not one to outright lie, he still tries to address it gently, “Only a little. It might be the lighting in here.” Honest worry comes out as he encourages his cousin to seek aid, “I’m glad you feel alright, but we can still get hurt and sick even with our Numbers. I can ask Dr. Tilly. She’s a neighbor that recently got her own Number, and she offered to look after Sadie to keep her eyes secret.”

"It isn't just the lighting..." Russell turns away to hide his grimace, and busies himself with finishing up the tea tray. Once it's all settled, he brings it over to the table. "But, uh, thank you. That's... She didn't just find out about it? More people are getting their numbers for the first time, still?"

He knows, vaguely, that every couple of weeks someone accidentally leaves a message, and people helpfully explain what they know about all this. These quiet doldrums between big events or yelling don't seem to reveal anything about the mysteries, and his attention... wanders.

There is a sinking weight that settles in his gut as his cousin turns to finish gathering the tea, and he moves back to the table ahead of his cousin. Using his foot to pull the seat out, he turns and sits, easing down with obvious discomfort, yet once seated he is able to relax. He offers a fill to the verbal blank that is left open, “Convenient? Yeah. Something is still drawing people into this mess. She and her second youngest discovered their numbers a couple weeks ago. Apparently the sequences started one day like they did for us but with no identifiable event and with nothing prior except their first changes. Dr. Tilly thinks that she had her first one nearly two decades ago.”

In terms of preserving mental health, Russell may have the right idea.

Rather than avoid it, Benjiro makes one more remark about the matter of seeing a doctor, “If you give me permission, I’ll talk to Dr. Tilly and give her a heads up, then you can call her to make arrangements.”

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I can't actually remember how limits work but shhhhhhhhh we went over this in school 10+ years ago

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it has been similarly long for me so sHRUGS?

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