playing favorites; video;

[demonsional]

[Hayden's never posted to the Network all on his own before, so it's a little nerve-wracking. In fact, he's kind of shaking a little as he sits himself in front of his video feed, tittering and mumbling to himself before he actually seems to remember he's recording and maybe he should say something. So then he says a lot, all at once, really loudly.]

Hello I'm Hayden and I don't think anybody should think about bad stuff like murder anymore! Perhaps maybe consider...that people are nice and would not like it! I have met a lot of nice people! Tell me who your favorite people are, please! Let's all talk about our favorites! My favorites are Mister Harlan and Miss Temperance and Lord Mister Sir Hope! Also, also, a lot of others I think!

[Hayden takes a breath.]

Thank you goodbye!

[He reaches for his phone and fumbles with it, but then it's off.]

[audio]

[yearrounder]

[This would have been text if Annabeth could actually spell, but audio works just as well. No hints of where she is, at least, and with recent...events that's probably safer. Or maybe she's just honed her paranoia so well that it's second nature by this point. Probably that last one. There are more than a few people who would agree.]

Has anyone else noticed that it's been...I don't know, sort of quiet since the... [she doesn't want to say "Null" out loud. That's an old habit.] ...announcement? I don't know, I guess I figured things would be a little more chaotic. Maybe I missed something, but it's quieter than I expected.

[It doesn't seem like a bloodbath at least? That counts as a victory? Maybe?]

As quiet as it ever gets, anyway. I mean I feel like everyone already knows that it's never too quiet.

It could be worse, I guess.