This Secret Religion

The Meredith School for the Arts

→ Opened in 1871
→ Museum opened in 1934 [named the Violet, after one of the school's founders]
→ School and museum both closed in the summer of 2008

Last found document:

The instructions to this committee have been released (4:50 PM, Friday, March 27). Click here to read the statement. The Violet will have several responses, but please note that neither the Director of the museum nor the Chairman of the museum's Board of Overseers is on this Committee. Instructions to the Committee clearly state that issues surrounding the art collection (the essential identity of the museum) are NOT within the Committee's charge and remain the domain of the school's Trustees. Thus, the situation of the Violet remains essentially the same as it was on January 26, 2008 when it was announced that the museum will be closed and the artwork sold.

( Livvie's notes )

So the question is why did the school close? Was the Paradox Design prior or post the school's closure?

( You'll be free. And I will die. )

( The New, Improved Character Survey of Doom )

( Music type things. )

( 6:58 are you sure where my spark is? Here, here, here. )

( What's gone is gone and you can't bring it back around. )

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Livvie
2. Sunna
3. Girl Genius
( This has a habit of threes. )

The Rules:
1. You can only say YES or NO!
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments to the entry and asks!


( Binary )

PART ONE

Caitling here is going to be a lame ass and skip this part because it's not as interesting to her. Also she is not listing her closed RP muse because...because. So this is all about Livvie.

PART TWO

And now we have some icon specific fields:

Go through all your characters. Pick out your favorite icon. List it. Explain why.

Icon:
Livvie::info_estatic
Why? Because she looks like she's being asked something. Something along the lines of "Raise your hand if you think this is a bad idea//if you think Mickey is a weirdo//if you think Harry needs to get out more." Yes. XD


PART THREE

Group interaction! Sit here and wait anxiously as your friends go through your character icons and pick out THEIR favorites and then link them and then ask you questions about them like “What emotion do you use this for?” “What possessed you to use this completely ridiculous still?” “What the actual fuck is that text icon supposed to be?” and so forth. Once this is done, force them to do this meme so that you can return the favor.

Get to it, party people!

Livvie has no idea what she had agreed to. Scratch that; she has no clear idea on what the heck Laser Floyd was supposed to be. Something about a laser show and Pink Floyd, apparently, which didn't give her much of a clearer picture but there was one with Tool music on later that evening. So even if it was a bust it would be an interesting bust.

Livvie needed to get out however, after spending several days getting her setup, well, set-up and more or less trolling Harry's internet posts. There wasn't anything to do...yet. It was like everything was on hold or something and it was starting to drive Livvie to distraction. Getting out of the house seemed as good an idea as any; dragging Harry along with her was a bonus because she didn't know anyone else in town.

Port Obscura. More like The Dirty Glass, but, whatever. Too many people, too many alterations, too much. When things did get started she was pretty sure it would be non-stop.

Anyway.

An hour, on the dot, after she sent her last comment and Livvie was at the door to his apartment building, tilting her head at the entry system. It would be so easy...

Nope. Like a good girl with manners, Livvie rang the buzzer.

( Tell me we both matter. Don't we? )

( She's got all her friends around and you can hear them say 'He's not into you he's into the ideal of...' But little do they know that she's not through. )

Age 16:
~Admitted for blunt force trauma to the head. Patient is in a coma; recovery is currently assumed at 38%...

Age 17:
~Complaints of odd noises, static. Possible cognitive damage. Patient has agreed to long-term outpatient therapy including medication...

Age 18:
~There is a possibility that the patient has developed a dependency on her medication. When asked Miss McKenzie has denied it; consumption of prescribed painkillers is within...

Age 19:
~Patient has declined renewal on any and all medications; has also withdrawn from therapy.

Age 20:
[File not found]

Three semesters in, two years after everything fell apart, Livvie started hearing static again.

cut out the middle man make up for lost time go left right center widdershins

Up went the medication. The static got louder, the words got quieter, the phrase "cut out the middle man" was on every page she saw, every click of the mouse triggered a migraine, everything was wrong, wrong, a million shades of wrong. Fuck pills, they weren't helping and Livvie wasn't going to get herself thrown into the hospital (not again, not behind this). She couldn't cut computers and electronics out of her life (they were her life) everything hinged on it.

Sophomore year of college is no time for a breakdown.

Detox. Messy and aggravating. Clove consumption went up, pill consumption went down. Memories of sleeping with the radio on, dreaming to static, half-sung words in the spaces between. Livvie went on a mission to find it,

lost points in time

ghost in the machine

if everything is on a Möbius strip then whose to say that time isn't just one thing

no end no beginning just now then forever

completing puzzles that had been on her hard drive for months, what is this?, black holes in Ether and when she got it, figured it out, everything fell apart and fell into place, the broken radio singing it's static and the voice was still there (thank God thank something she's not that crazy) laughing with her.

Come on Livvie I almost lost you make up for lost time let's get going girl

and everything worked.

( Mark these words. )