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Autumns Odd Encounter Sr Korina 240828
On a peaceful summer night, Autumn finds herself entangled in an odd digital encounter which begins with her browsing MyHaven, a local social media platform. Amidst the mundane chatter of her fellow Haven citizens, she notices a string of messages from a user, 7284905, who seems technologically inept and desperate for help in learning how to upload a picture. Autumn, driven by a mix of curiosity and boredom, decides to engage. Despite the user's suspicious lack of profile information and their awkward requests, Autumn provides guidance, unknowingly setting the stage for an unexpected transformation.
As the interaction unfolds, Autumn's attempt to aid 7284905 in navigating the app leads to her own metamorphosis. The mysterious user successfully uploads a glitchy, entrancing image accompanied by a hypnotic audio file, which triggers Autumn's transformation into a porcupine. Amidst her newfound prickliness, Autumn's attempts to manage her phone only cause physical havoc to her surroundings, and she discovers too late the user's apologetic messages and their subsequent banning from MyHaven. The ordeal concludes with Autumn managing to return to her human form, albeit with a cracked phone screen, ruined bed linens, and a newfound wariness towards the digital strangers of MyHaven. It's a bittersweet resolution that leaves Autumn to ponder the bizarre and unpredictable nature of online encounters.
(Autumn's odd encounter(SRKorina):SRKorina)
[Sat Aug 10 2024]
In a sultry and luxurious bedroom in the log cabin
The luxurious bedroom features a grand, king-sized canopy bed with a plush down comforter and soft, satin sheets. Sunlight filters through large, floor-to-ceiling windows with crimson curtains, highlighting the rich textures of the log walls and timber beams. A stone fireplace in the southwestern corner adds a warm, inviting glow, while an black wooden dresser with elegant carvings and a cozy reading nook with an overstuffed gothic armchair complete the space. Soft, ambient lighting from black wrought-iron sconces enhances the room's rustic elegance, creating a perfect retreat for relaxation, rest, and indulgence.
It is night, about 79F(26C) degrees, Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a first quarter moon.
Autumn is lying nude on her bed, looking at her phone that she's holding up with one hand.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
The warm, balmy air of a summer night seeps through the cabin, carrying with it the scent of earth and distant flowers, the outdoors blessedly quiet now that the week-long rainstorm has come to its natural end. Inside, the soft, ambient light from the black wrought-iron sconces mingles with the flickering glow of the fireplace, creating a cozy atmosphere that contrasts with the gentle warmth outside. The cool satin sheets offering a soothing touch against the warmth of the season, and time flows by peacefully, midnight ticking with its loud bongs outside.
MyHaven text messages float by Autumn's screen, the usual chatter of late-night updates and casual gossip, most of it handles she recognizes. Someone's complaining about the heat, someone else is planning a pool party, someone else entirely is talking about how the town sucks - just regular Haven citizen things, really.
Amidst them, there's a new name. A '7284905' should have been told by someone what the purpose of the app actually is, because all they've done so far is not set up their profile, apart from their handle being a bunch of numbers, and they seem entirely and utterly confused about how to send text messages, their entirely time so far on HeyThere! having consisted of:
7284905: hi
7284905: how do i picture
7284905: help
The next message contains a mildly dubious link - possibly to their picture they're trying to set up. Nobody responds to them. Is Autumn bored and/or interested enough to click it?
Sitting up which causes her bare bosom to bounce, Autumn squints at the strange handle before she looks at the link. One thumb moves towards it until it stops. There is a click of the dusky woman's tongue and she begins to go view whatever profile 7284905 has.
7284905's handle is pretty barebones, actually - their 'About me' says 'new' without any punctuation - to the point, certainly - and their 'Joke' field just says 'ha ha ha'. There's nothing else there, apart from them having attempted to upload a picture - it's the same link, and Autumn can tell that the problem is probably that they've somehow managed to make it a .gif instead of a .png or whatever it is that MyHaven requires. It's a wonder what technologically inept people get into.
Back in the chatroom, all is still quiet. There's the occasional chatter going on, but most people are dropping out, whether to go partying on a Saturday night, or just to go sleep, for the non-party-inclined folks. 7284905 lingers. There's another message after a couple seconds:
@7284905: anyone?
After a short skim of the profile, Autumn goes back to the chatroom and proceeds to type with her fingers.
"Hello, are you looking for something?" she types using her handle while she cares not to accidentally press the risky link.
The answer is quick and to-the-point:
@7284905: help picture
The definitely-not-suspicious link pops up again.
"Have you considered contacting the tech people around here?" Autumn types her reply, looking at the link. "Linking it would make it look sus. Or message them directly?"
@7284905: i dont know any
@7284905: confusing
@7284905: new
@7284905: help
@7284905: i just want friends
@7284905: i can't friends without picture
Well, at least they're to the point, huh? Oh, wait, they're not done.
@7284905: take a look pls
"Hmm, you sure it's not a virus?" Autumn texts the numbers. "Also, there's matching to find people."
@7284905: i am human
Well, nobody had actually asked that, but there it is. They're definitely human, nothing to worry about. With that last line from Autumn, there is silence for long enough that Autumn may start to think they've actually just stopped bothering with the app altogethe-
Ah, nope, there it is. The dreaded line by all: Someone has matched with you on MyHaven. No points for guessing who that is.
emote @7284905: i match
@7284905: i am human
Well, nobody had actually asked that, but there it is. They're definitely human, nothing to worry about. With that last line from Autumn, there is silence for long enough that Autumn may start to think they've actually just stopped bothering with the app altogethe-
Ah, nope, there it is. The dreaded line by all: Someone has matched with you on MyHaven. No points for guessing who that is.
@7284905: i match (fix)
Upon getting the (almost) always match ping, Autumn turns to match Seven as friends. "You got matched," the woman texts through DM. "Hello."
@7284905: hello
They're in Autumn's DMs now.
@7284905: sorry i dont know how this works
@7284905: i have never been allowed phone before
@7284905: this is hard
They're certainly prone to many-lined ramblings and pressing enter early, at least five of their messages coming through in the time Autumn sends just one.
@7284905: can you tell me how to picture
At least they don't send the link again - small mercies?
Pondering her phone, Autumn texts again. "Try going to the camera section and take a picture," she replies, crossing her legs together while she gets comfy. "Or if you already have picture, just put it in the text bubble and send."
There's silence for long moments after. Presumably, they're listening to Autumn's instructions and trying to follow them. It stretches on long enough that Autumn may just start to think they've ragequit and gone to bed and she's free to just continue on with her usual browsing, and then- nope. Another buzzing of her phone. They're back.
@7284905: ok
look now
Presumably, they mean their profile, where, by some miracle, they may have managed to upload a picture.
There's silence for long moments after. Presumably, they're listening to Autumn's instructions and trying to follow them. It stretches on long enough that Autumn may just start to think they've ragequit and gone to bed and she's free to just continue on with her usual browsing, and then- nope. Another buzzing of her phone. They're back.
@7284905: ok
@7284905: look now
Presumably, they mean their profile, where, by some miracle, they may have managed to upload a picture. (fix)
Watching them type, Autumn sees that no photo is sent and decided to peek into their profile again.
Their profile now is... glitchy, to say the least. The screen flickers erratically as soon as Autumn clicks on the profile, displaying a jumbled array of text. The name field shifts randomly, displaying an ever-changing series of characters and symbols instead of the good old @7284905 Autumn's come to know. The usual clean layout of MyHaven is replaced by overlapping sections, with the About Me and the quote and jokes sections blending together in an incomprehensible mess. The picture, on the other hand...
The image they've put up now is erratic. It almost looks like one of those AI pictures where there's /things/ on the screen, but none of them look like anything you know, except they're so close to something familiar that you just keep on staring... and staring... and staring...
There's music playing in the background - is it coming from Autumn's phone?
It is. @7284905 has somehow succeeded in attaching an audio file to their profile. It's nothing Autumn recognizes, just a constant bass-like rhythm that seems specifically designed to entrance the mind while she tries to figure out the picture, to keep her from clicking away while there's a tingling sensation spreading across her body. It's almost... nice. Almost.
The phone's getting far away - is it getting larger? No, Autumn's getting smaller. There's something at her back that feels itchy, and the music keeps on playing while Autumn's fingers change into paws, and her soft skin turns rough and bristly, and - the phone's too heavy to keep on holding. It falls, dropping face-down to the bed.
The music keeps on playing.
Autumn is certainly not human anymore. God dammit @7284905.
Autumn lets out a huff upon seing her phone glitch. As she tries to leave the page, it fails on her and her phone just falls before her. With her eyes narrowed and her dusky bare body changing shape, she curses words that end up turning to whatever animalistic sound it is and pounces on the bed in frustration.
It's a mix of chattering and grunting and snuffling, and all the while there's a little bzzz bzzz bzzz of vibration as her phone gets incoming messages - perhaps from her new friend? It's hard to tell without looking at the screen, and the music keeps on playing in the meanwhile.
The mystery of whatever animal she's turned into is solved when Autumn pounces and lands upon the bed again - there's a ripping sound of something sharp piercing through satin sheets /and/ the mattress beneath, and- oh. Those are quills. Those are certainly her own quills that have stabbed into the bed, trapping her there unless she manages to extract herself very slowly and very carefully. The phone is juuuuuuuust out of reach - she might be able to get there if she tries, but it's going to take careful movements and a whole lot of patience that Autumn may or may not manage to muster up, what with her luxurious sheets now in the process of being torn to shreds by her own hand- err, back.
Upon seeing her sheets torn, Autumn makes out angry little quill creature noises until she wiggles herself to try to get back to her... paws? Yes, paws. Puffing her cheeks, she turns her gaze towards her music-playing phone and moves slowly to make a flip of it with her nose.
Autumn's stuck. So, so stuck. As she moves her porcupinely body, the barbs at the end of her quills catch onto the mattress and tug uncomfortably, but she manages to get juuuuust in range of the phone. It's /heavy/ - heavier than she's known it to be in her human form - porcupines are not known for their phone-using capabilities - and there's the buzzing of more incoming messages while she flips it over.
Now Autumn has a right-side-up phone, and a bunch of quills stabbed into her mattress and sheets. The wonders of nature ever cease.
Autumn tries to get a look at the screen of her buzzing phone while she struggles to get her quilly body unstuck from the bed. A squeak, and her little body curls upwards.
The music is still playing from her phone while Autumn tries to free herself, the constant bass booming out. From the little 'preview' messages that pop up on top of the screen without having the chat open, the last message Autumn gets while she's watching is "@7284905: sorry", with a backlog of about half a dozen other messages from them behind it.
Well, that doesn't help right now. What /does/ help right now is the squeaking and wriggling that's managed to make Autumn free herself, just a little. A few of her quills pop free, enough to let her upright instead of being stuck on her back like a spiky beached tortoise, and she's now free to nose at her phone and maybe even try to press at the screen, assuming she keeps her quills out of the way. Her phone's screen is not likely to survive a stabbing from those sharp sharp quills.
With a poke of her nose at the screen on the messages bubble, Autumn squeaks under her breath as she looks at the messages left while she bonks the phone with one paw.
The bonk goes through, and the screen of Autumn's phone opens up to the unread messages. The first one seems to have come in just a minute or two after her transformation, and the rest of them immediately after.
@7284905: sorry
@7284905: i dont know what im doing
@7284905: they said i have to get this to as many people as possible
@7284905: or they'll hurt me
@7284905: thank you for being nice to me
@7284905: im sorry
The chat box is grayed out. Instead of letting Autumn attempt to type a message back, it says: "THIS USER HAS BEEN BANNED." And sure enough, if Autumn goes back to their profile again, there's nothing from earlier to be found, just an error that's the MyHaven equivalent of 404 not found.
The music keeps playing.
As the music still plays, Autumn lets out a loud noise before she bonks her phone harder to get that music to stop. Whatever she speaks is in quillish as the little creature is almost ready to hurl it off the bed.
This bonking proves less effective. Mindless bonking of the screen won't make the music stop, unfortunately, so it's a good thing Autumn's prepared to hurl it off the bed! It'll take all her porcupinely strength, but the phone clatters upon the ground and the screen goes dark immediately - and the music, blessedly, stops.
It's only a few moments after that that Autumn feels that now-familiar tingle again, spreading through her body. Her boopable snoot turns into her nose again, and those quills blessedly recede, bristly and rough skin giving way to her usual softness.
Her phone has a massive crack going all the way down the screen, and her sheets and mattress are entirely ruined, but Autumn is, at least, a human once more.
A Pyrrhic victory, but a victory regardless.
As the interaction unfolds, Autumn's attempt to aid 7284905 in navigating the app leads to her own metamorphosis. The mysterious user successfully uploads a glitchy, entrancing image accompanied by a hypnotic audio file, which triggers Autumn's transformation into a porcupine. Amidst her newfound prickliness, Autumn's attempts to manage her phone only cause physical havoc to her surroundings, and she discovers too late the user's apologetic messages and their subsequent banning from MyHaven. The ordeal concludes with Autumn managing to return to her human form, albeit with a cracked phone screen, ruined bed linens, and a newfound wariness towards the digital strangers of MyHaven. It's a bittersweet resolution that leaves Autumn to ponder the bizarre and unpredictable nature of online encounters.
(Autumn's odd encounter(SRKorina):SRKorina)
[Sat Aug 10 2024]
In a sultry and luxurious bedroom in the log cabin
The luxurious bedroom features a grand, king-sized canopy bed with a plush down comforter and soft, satin sheets. Sunlight filters through large, floor-to-ceiling windows with crimson curtains, highlighting the rich textures of the log walls and timber beams. A stone fireplace in the southwestern corner adds a warm, inviting glow, while an black wooden dresser with elegant carvings and a cozy reading nook with an overstuffed gothic armchair complete the space. Soft, ambient lighting from black wrought-iron sconces enhances the room's rustic elegance, creating a perfect retreat for relaxation, rest, and indulgence.
It is night, about 79F(26C) degrees, Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a first quarter moon.
Autumn is lying nude on her bed, looking at her phone that she's holding up with one hand.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
The warm, balmy air of a summer night seeps through the cabin, carrying with it the scent of earth and distant flowers, the outdoors blessedly quiet now that the week-long rainstorm has come to its natural end. Inside, the soft, ambient light from the black wrought-iron sconces mingles with the flickering glow of the fireplace, creating a cozy atmosphere that contrasts with the gentle warmth outside. The cool satin sheets offering a soothing touch against the warmth of the season, and time flows by peacefully, midnight ticking with its loud bongs outside.
MyHaven text messages float by Autumn's screen, the usual chatter of late-night updates and casual gossip, most of it handles she recognizes. Someone's complaining about the heat, someone else is planning a pool party, someone else entirely is talking about how the town sucks - just regular Haven citizen things, really.
Amidst them, there's a new name. A '7284905' should have been told by someone what the purpose of the app actually is, because all they've done so far is not set up their profile, apart from their handle being a bunch of numbers, and they seem entirely and utterly confused about how to send text messages, their entirely time so far on HeyThere! having consisted of:
7284905: hi
7284905: how do i picture
7284905: help
The next message contains a mildly dubious link - possibly to their picture they're trying to set up. Nobody responds to them. Is Autumn bored and/or interested enough to click it?
Sitting up which causes her bare bosom to bounce, Autumn squints at the strange handle before she looks at the link. One thumb moves towards it until it stops. There is a click of the dusky woman's tongue and she begins to go view whatever profile 7284905 has.
7284905's handle is pretty barebones, actually - their 'About me' says 'new' without any punctuation - to the point, certainly - and their 'Joke' field just says 'ha ha ha'. There's nothing else there, apart from them having attempted to upload a picture - it's the same link, and Autumn can tell that the problem is probably that they've somehow managed to make it a .gif instead of a .png or whatever it is that MyHaven requires. It's a wonder what technologically inept people get into.
Back in the chatroom, all is still quiet. There's the occasional chatter going on, but most people are dropping out, whether to go partying on a Saturday night, or just to go sleep, for the non-party-inclined folks. 7284905 lingers. There's another message after a couple seconds:
@7284905: anyone?
After a short skim of the profile, Autumn goes back to the chatroom and proceeds to type with her fingers.
"Hello, are you looking for something?" she types using her handle while she cares not to accidentally press the risky link.
The answer is quick and to-the-point:
@7284905: help picture
The definitely-not-suspicious link pops up again.
"Have you considered contacting the tech people around here?" Autumn types her reply, looking at the link. "Linking it would make it look sus. Or message them directly?"
@7284905: i dont know any
@7284905: confusing
@7284905: new
@7284905: help
@7284905: i just want friends
@7284905: i can't friends without picture
Well, at least they're to the point, huh? Oh, wait, they're not done.
@7284905: take a look pls
"Hmm, you sure it's not a virus?" Autumn texts the numbers. "Also, there's matching to find people."
@7284905: i am human
Well, nobody had actually asked that, but there it is. They're definitely human, nothing to worry about. With that last line from Autumn, there is silence for long enough that Autumn may start to think they've actually just stopped bothering with the app altogethe-
Ah, nope, there it is. The dreaded line by all: Someone has matched with you on MyHaven. No points for guessing who that is.
emote @7284905: i match
@7284905: i am human
Well, nobody had actually asked that, but there it is. They're definitely human, nothing to worry about. With that last line from Autumn, there is silence for long enough that Autumn may start to think they've actually just stopped bothering with the app altogethe-
Ah, nope, there it is. The dreaded line by all: Someone has matched with you on MyHaven. No points for guessing who that is.
@7284905: i match (fix)
Upon getting the (almost) always match ping, Autumn turns to match Seven as friends. "You got matched," the woman texts through DM. "Hello."
@7284905: hello
They're in Autumn's DMs now.
@7284905: sorry i dont know how this works
@7284905: i have never been allowed phone before
@7284905: this is hard
They're certainly prone to many-lined ramblings and pressing enter early, at least five of their messages coming through in the time Autumn sends just one.
@7284905: can you tell me how to picture
At least they don't send the link again - small mercies?
Pondering her phone, Autumn texts again. "Try going to the camera section and take a picture," she replies, crossing her legs together while she gets comfy. "Or if you already have picture, just put it in the text bubble and send."
There's silence for long moments after. Presumably, they're listening to Autumn's instructions and trying to follow them. It stretches on long enough that Autumn may just start to think they've ragequit and gone to bed and she's free to just continue on with her usual browsing, and then- nope. Another buzzing of her phone. They're back.
@7284905: ok
look now
Presumably, they mean their profile, where, by some miracle, they may have managed to upload a picture.
There's silence for long moments after. Presumably, they're listening to Autumn's instructions and trying to follow them. It stretches on long enough that Autumn may just start to think they've ragequit and gone to bed and she's free to just continue on with her usual browsing, and then- nope. Another buzzing of her phone. They're back.
@7284905: ok
@7284905: look now
Presumably, they mean their profile, where, by some miracle, they may have managed to upload a picture. (fix)
Watching them type, Autumn sees that no photo is sent and decided to peek into their profile again.
Their profile now is... glitchy, to say the least. The screen flickers erratically as soon as Autumn clicks on the profile, displaying a jumbled array of text. The name field shifts randomly, displaying an ever-changing series of characters and symbols instead of the good old @7284905 Autumn's come to know. The usual clean layout of MyHaven is replaced by overlapping sections, with the About Me and the quote and jokes sections blending together in an incomprehensible mess. The picture, on the other hand...
The image they've put up now is erratic. It almost looks like one of those AI pictures where there's /things/ on the screen, but none of them look like anything you know, except they're so close to something familiar that you just keep on staring... and staring... and staring...
There's music playing in the background - is it coming from Autumn's phone?
It is. @7284905 has somehow succeeded in attaching an audio file to their profile. It's nothing Autumn recognizes, just a constant bass-like rhythm that seems specifically designed to entrance the mind while she tries to figure out the picture, to keep her from clicking away while there's a tingling sensation spreading across her body. It's almost... nice. Almost.
The phone's getting far away - is it getting larger? No, Autumn's getting smaller. There's something at her back that feels itchy, and the music keeps on playing while Autumn's fingers change into paws, and her soft skin turns rough and bristly, and - the phone's too heavy to keep on holding. It falls, dropping face-down to the bed.
The music keeps on playing.
Autumn is certainly not human anymore. God dammit @7284905.
Autumn lets out a huff upon seing her phone glitch. As she tries to leave the page, it fails on her and her phone just falls before her. With her eyes narrowed and her dusky bare body changing shape, she curses words that end up turning to whatever animalistic sound it is and pounces on the bed in frustration.
It's a mix of chattering and grunting and snuffling, and all the while there's a little bzzz bzzz bzzz of vibration as her phone gets incoming messages - perhaps from her new friend? It's hard to tell without looking at the screen, and the music keeps on playing in the meanwhile.
The mystery of whatever animal she's turned into is solved when Autumn pounces and lands upon the bed again - there's a ripping sound of something sharp piercing through satin sheets /and/ the mattress beneath, and- oh. Those are quills. Those are certainly her own quills that have stabbed into the bed, trapping her there unless she manages to extract herself very slowly and very carefully. The phone is juuuuuuuust out of reach - she might be able to get there if she tries, but it's going to take careful movements and a whole lot of patience that Autumn may or may not manage to muster up, what with her luxurious sheets now in the process of being torn to shreds by her own hand- err, back.
Upon seeing her sheets torn, Autumn makes out angry little quill creature noises until she wiggles herself to try to get back to her... paws? Yes, paws. Puffing her cheeks, she turns her gaze towards her music-playing phone and moves slowly to make a flip of it with her nose.
Autumn's stuck. So, so stuck. As she moves her porcupinely body, the barbs at the end of her quills catch onto the mattress and tug uncomfortably, but she manages to get juuuuust in range of the phone. It's /heavy/ - heavier than she's known it to be in her human form - porcupines are not known for their phone-using capabilities - and there's the buzzing of more incoming messages while she flips it over.
Now Autumn has a right-side-up phone, and a bunch of quills stabbed into her mattress and sheets. The wonders of nature ever cease.
Autumn tries to get a look at the screen of her buzzing phone while she struggles to get her quilly body unstuck from the bed. A squeak, and her little body curls upwards.
The music is still playing from her phone while Autumn tries to free herself, the constant bass booming out. From the little 'preview' messages that pop up on top of the screen without having the chat open, the last message Autumn gets while she's watching is "@7284905: sorry", with a backlog of about half a dozen other messages from them behind it.
Well, that doesn't help right now. What /does/ help right now is the squeaking and wriggling that's managed to make Autumn free herself, just a little. A few of her quills pop free, enough to let her upright instead of being stuck on her back like a spiky beached tortoise, and she's now free to nose at her phone and maybe even try to press at the screen, assuming she keeps her quills out of the way. Her phone's screen is not likely to survive a stabbing from those sharp sharp quills.
With a poke of her nose at the screen on the messages bubble, Autumn squeaks under her breath as she looks at the messages left while she bonks the phone with one paw.
The bonk goes through, and the screen of Autumn's phone opens up to the unread messages. The first one seems to have come in just a minute or two after her transformation, and the rest of them immediately after.
@7284905: sorry
@7284905: i dont know what im doing
@7284905: they said i have to get this to as many people as possible
@7284905: or they'll hurt me
@7284905: thank you for being nice to me
@7284905: im sorry
The chat box is grayed out. Instead of letting Autumn attempt to type a message back, it says: "THIS USER HAS BEEN BANNED." And sure enough, if Autumn goes back to their profile again, there's nothing from earlier to be found, just an error that's the MyHaven equivalent of 404 not found.
The music keeps playing.
As the music still plays, Autumn lets out a loud noise before she bonks her phone harder to get that music to stop. Whatever she speaks is in quillish as the little creature is almost ready to hurl it off the bed.
This bonking proves less effective. Mindless bonking of the screen won't make the music stop, unfortunately, so it's a good thing Autumn's prepared to hurl it off the bed! It'll take all her porcupinely strength, but the phone clatters upon the ground and the screen goes dark immediately - and the music, blessedly, stops.
It's only a few moments after that that Autumn feels that now-familiar tingle again, spreading through her body. Her boopable snoot turns into her nose again, and those quills blessedly recede, bristly and rough skin giving way to her usual softness.
Her phone has a massive crack going all the way down the screen, and her sheets and mattress are entirely ruined, but Autumn is, at least, a human once more.
A Pyrrhic victory, but a victory regardless.