Nightshift 40: M11-M20 Hallway

[rocksthecourt]

[M12]

There was this 'Avatar' again, the thing that supposedly linked one's consciousness within this video game. Klavier couldn't quite understand how such a thing could help anyone fight, but he was certain that this connection had something to do with how and why Endrance was taken. If this really wasn't something every player experienced, then there was little doubt others might find such a thing interesting, yes? He still wasn't sure how this all worked, but preserving this connection had to be the point of it all. At least in this particular case.

Any further discussion on this or the strange 'Kira' murders was cut short with the intercom announcement. If one could call it that. Herr Doktor's voice and demeanor changed come nightfall, true, but this was stranger than usual. In fact, he couldn't even be sure if it was the doctor. It was far too raspy to identify either way.

This was getting more bizarre with every evening. First taunting then what may or may not have been snoring... and now this strange dilapidated voice?

"Open the box?" he repeated. What could he possibly mean by that? ...Wait. Was this voice even addressing the patient population? It seemed too specific a thing to say to everyone. Could this be a message for Herr Doktor? Or was this a message for a specific party? Maybe someone had managed to do something recently...

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[rocksthecourt]

He had to agree. As amusing as names like Superboy and Starscream could be on the bulletin board, something less extravagant would be more suitable. Luckily, with such a diverse patient body, even slightly more unusual names could be considered commonplace. Especially with so many from Japan. Klavier would personally prefer to stay away from Japanese names, however. More likely than not, anything he could think of belonged to about four other individuals.

There in lay another issue: It would be difficult to think of ordinary names not too many others might have. It would be pointless to use a name multiple people would respond to after all. This was a tricky little problem. How would they know what names were safe and which weren't?

"Anything too common would probably be taken by actual patients," he said in consideration. "...There is also the possibility of using pre-established alias names. Fictional characters or pen names, for example. Nothing too complicated would be necessary. Even a children's book would work. I doubt there are any works that could be associated with us in particular."

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Kristoph considered the words for a moment before rising to his feet. "Works, perhaps," he mused, a teasing smile playing on his lips, "but not creators."

It was simply, really. Kristoph and Klavier Gavin, two brothers in extraordinary circumstances, whose pens flowed with allegories not their own. ...He might have stepped too far with the former--the ideas in his mind weren't quite as unfortunate as they--but overall, it worked. Almost too well.

The man pointed to himself, as though to make a declaration. "Jakob," he said, before indicating the brother below him. "Wilhelm." Die Brüder Grimm.