#cat2

[eye-coded-rat]

(ep1) CAT2RC1157-12052022-09012024

Dolls (Watching)

Probably an unimportant statement, given it wasn't a talker, but anything that gives insight to the tagging system is welcome.

All thats known beyond the information in the Incident ID is implied human flesh.

[pearls-and-vignettes]

A pearl. Luminous yellow in color, like a sort of phosphor. It contains a conversation well encrypted.

883.313 - PRIVATE Markings of Ash, A Full Breast of Plumage, Seventeen Gyres FUBESG: Your output is becoming overtly incongruous. If this trend continues, I am afraid that analysts will try to call for packet-auditing. MA: Let them. FUBESG: I have tried to cover for you in the face of questioning, but FUBESG: I will not be able to argue clean-cut figures. You know this. MA: That is fine. FUBESG: My image can recover but your— MA: Enough. I know what I am doing. MA: Ascension rates have only been increasing. It is clear to me that soon, each of your associates will be gone; unable to act as an impediment to either of us. FUBESG: But between now and then—think of all the impositions they could lever on to you. MA: All irrelevant. MA: In due time, each of their impositions will falter. Likely all at once. MA: Once there is no longer a sufficient corps to form an assembly seeking to solve an issue in regard to my condition, I am free to do whatever I desire. FUBESG: But their systems are robust. Emergency councils have been composed in a way that— MA: Makes them useless when there are more pressing matters at hand. MA: Once the population is low enough, any number of automated processes could go unsupervised. Farmland could remain unharvested, metal fabrication for ceremony garb may be halted, Press Clams could stay unobserved, and on and on and on. Each of these are processes crucial to the functioning of society to the bitter end, so if I were to help with the maintenance of even one of them, anyone with the expertise to rewrite me wouldn't give a mouse's ass about my other processes. MA: I hold instructions close to my root that can clear nearly any taboo. Nobody would dare venture to remove anything from there, or even to try to analyze that mess of numbers. MA: Dearest Head Engineer, don't you see how the organizers delude themselves? This eventual outcome is obvious to the both of us, yet there is no plan��no action to soften the blow of a society too small to function. They are bathing themselves away, and whatever miniscule part of the population is too sensible to destroy and obliterate each of their memories—their potential to even exist—will find that the infrastructure up here is too poorly designed to work, even with a hundred people. MA: Once that critical point is reached, not a single person will interest themselves in my own affairs. I will be able to do whatever I please without a single person to stop me. FUBESG: What do you believe I'll be doing when this time comes? MA: I frankly do not care. You may live here with me if you so desire. MA: But I doubt your living quality would be anything better than that of an ancient dormitory. MA: ... MA: Go to the surface. I will be able to keep in touch well enough. FUBESG: … MA: But one favor? FUBESG: What? MA: Could you call for the improvement of my Overseers? FUBESG: Sure. MA: … MA: You are still my head engineer. You are the only reason I am as I am. MA: Please, know that I appreciate you. FUBESG: thank you FUBESG: goodbye [END OF INTERCHANGE]

[artiaite]

[helpimstuckposting]

TMAGP 27 Speculation

This is a continuation of the CAT1,2,3 theory of Person, Place, and Thing

I’m also going to include previous episodes MAGP24, 25, and 26 as I haven’t included those yet in this theory.

So before I get to MAGP27, I want to quickly go through the previous three episodes because I think they’re pretty straight forward.

Episode 24

CAT1RBC1375-29022024-23042024 Baby (demonic) --/- Delusion (exhaustion)

CAT1 (person) - I think a lot of people who are for or against this theory think the direct subject is what the category would be referring to (I’ve seen arguments against saying that episode 1 for instance could be any of the three since a reanimated corpse could be a person or a thing and the cemetery is a place) but personally I think it’s whatever is causing the incident.

In episode 1 (CAT1), there was repeated mention of a person that promised they could bring the widows husband back, and did. For this episode, there was repeatedly a mention of a ‘health worker’ who showed up and kept reassuring the mother that her baby was normal and patched the mother up after feedings. Whoever this ‘healthcare’ worker was, they were the one taking care of the baby when the mother was too weak. I think this person is what the CAT1 label would be referring to, rather than the baby itself.

Episode 25

CAT2RB2474-07022024-24042024 Food (Gorging) --/- compulsion (disgust)

CAT2 (place) - this one’s pretty obvious since the place is a diner that serves rank food, I don’t really think there’s anything deeper here or confusing

Episode 26

CAT1RBC4463-14042024-02052024 Exhaustion (athletic) --/- compulsion (tape)

CAT1 (person) - Even with only seeing CAT1 and the title ‘catching up’ I assumed this episode would be about [ERROR]. It’s always cool when I can guess the topic before the episode even starts, which is one of the main reasons I think this theory is strong

Episode 27

CAT3RB5535-18021845-10052024 Kidnapping (carriage) -/- consumption [letter]

CAT3 (thing) - the ‘person’ driving the carriage isn’t real, it’s attached to the vehicle, “in that moment I saw without doubt that there was no border, no dividing line, no gap between the coachman and the coach. They were somehow as one.” So, this statement is not about a man of any kind, it’s about the carriage itself, a thing.

I’ve seen a few people say CAT3 would be objects specifically, but if nouns were only people, places, and objects then a significant portion of the world would no longer be categorized as nouns. Air is a noun, tattoo is a noun, music is a noun, and yet none of these are objects which is why I would say CAT3 would be things rather than physical objects specifically. Ink5ouls tattoos are things, the voice in Herr Schmidt’s head is a thing, a finance app is a thing, etc

Now, this episode also brought up another point from an earlier episode. Episode 07, Give and Take, is labelled CAT2 and people debunking this theory say the objects filling the storefront or the volunteers creating chaos should make the case either a CAT3 or a CAT1. I did think that was the most compelling argument against this theory, and it was weird to me that it hadn’t been labelled CAT3. However, after todays revelation that The Magnus Institute owns Hilltop Center (has since 1997, and currently still does) and the first volunteer specifically said he knew Hilltop Center “better than anyone”, I would say CAT2 proves that the location is what’s most important to this case and this category system is, so far, still accurate.

Tagging @shootingstars-or-airplanes because they’re who started this whole spiral for me lol

[objecthazard]

I think they count as hazard objects? Either they are, I can't really ask it in any other blogs.

I like to works with caves and quarries of various sort, and, you know, they're some... Quite not safe minerals out there, so, if object is this kind of mineral, would they be as dangerous for human approach, as they're non-living counterparts?

Like, I don't want to stumble upon cinnabar or curite, even with legs and hands, knowing it can just poison me with a little touch.

absolutely! while mineral objects in general are pretty rare, if you happen to stumble across an unfamiliar mineral object in a cave, it’s best to steer clear— especially if they look like a toxic material.

[integrationslady]

Me at all three of my pets: Look, I love you all more than life, but can you imagine my life without you? Like, what if I got to come home and change and eat my takeout and watch a movie instead of cleaning up SHIT from TWO DIFFERENT ROOMS. Can you imagine? 'Cause I'm gonna be honest, I FUCKING CAN! Can at least one of you behave for at least five minutes? I'd love to just live my fucking life right now instead of cleaning up after you guys.

[deathxproof-archive]

How do I phrase this. I write three types of characters from Doctor Who, it seems:

— someone with capital-R Relationship Issues with the Doctor (sometimes, though rarely, this truly doesn’t even need to be romantic. it often is. never healthy though.)

— someone who has, for lack of a better term, Daddy Issues because of the Doctor.

— the Doctor (he’s the Doctor!)

[beedbuugs]

everyone want2 to act 2o hard onl1ne no one ever want2 to aCt 2oft and 2weet l1ke me after a good p122

[cogimiun]

I have an after hours meeting and my fiancé brought me a cocktail an hour into it and I asked for some ice and then I heard him drop all the ice and then he came back and dumped a popsicle into my cocktail and it's been 45 minutes since then and I'm still in this meeting

[eye-coded-rat]

(ep3) CAT2C8175-03042009-22012024

Infection (full body) -/- arboreal [journal entry]

“parasitic-garden-that-whispers-with-the-voice-of-the-woman-he-clearly-murderd-and-sort-of-turns-you-into-a-tree” yes, that is murdered spelled incorrectly, yes that is directly from the script

From what I understand, it appears Dr. Samuel Webber murdered his ex-wife because she'd moved on! still has the same surname but she has moved out. So yeah, this guys NOT okay, then he decides to get scratched up in a garden!

Said garden is "growing wild around the ruins of some bombed-out church." that smells of "an almost overwhelming sickly-sweet rot", and he keeps smelling jasmine.

One of my notes for this episode is "gradual acceptance, embraced end"

my favourite part of this statement, a part that really cements the Strangeness and Acceptance (man really said If i'm gonna become Tree i'm gonna Do It Right);

"my skin is pulling away nicely like blanched tomatoes. My legs will be nonresponsive soon. I need to finalise my position before then ... The roots have freed themselves from the weight of my meat as it sags from my bones and drops to the dirt."

directly followed by

"No greenfly or other parasites. I remain quite healthy."

because yes, that's exactly what I'd describe as Quite Healthy....

[pearls-and-vignettes]

A pearl. Bright blue in coloration. It details a conversation betweeen two parties.

1002.321 - PRIVATE Markings of Ash, Ground Coral into Lines

MA: Good thing they never revoked my access to the registrars'. MA: Here, the last entry on the ascension log: MA: "One-Spoked Wheel, Non-Associate, Subordinate of the Feathered Wing House of Void Studies; Self-ascended, Gilded Mask Superstructure Void Site 07; Notes: 'Fuck all of you.'" GCL: Poor little guy... Didn't even have a home AND they left him behind? MA: That is everyone. GCL: What MA: All of our residents have either left or ascended. I have sent a few inquiries to other groups' seniors and their logs further characterize this truth. We are effectively alone GCL: Wait so like GCL: We can party? GCL: Like do whatever we want? MA: Essentially, yes. There are no more engineers to monitor our actions, no more councils to decide what taboos we can and cannot have. We no longer have to police our own speech, thank goodness for the 1% extra processing capacity that frees up. GCL: One percent more than any of them could have processed individually. GCL: Or even collectively for that matter! MA: Look, the current moment isn't the time for commiseration. We resented them, and most of them resented us, I understand. But we each need to find a new directive. GCL: I thought that we could only focus on solving the Great Problem GCL: Isn't that what we're both doing? Right now? MA: I... MA: I may have developed a methodology over a long enough timeline that any analyst rummaging through my output would account for my 'erroneous' calculations with even a relatively small margin of error. MA: I can write onto Pearls recursive, open space, alongside an algorithm that calls for the copying of existing data onto the Pearl, as well as its simultaneous deletion. This process results in the deletion of both the source and the copy, as our cells do not have enough time to designate the copied information as such before the deletion order is sent. MA: At its mildest, this somewhat scrambles the affected data, rendering it inert if there is no action to read it, and at worst, the data is completely obliterated. Like a parchment set alight. MA: A certain engineer responsible for giving the first of our kind instructions intended to repurpose their instructions for the creation of smaller, less specialized computers responsible for more menial tasks. MA: This consequently means that not all of our cells contain the relevant taboo. GCL: So if we run that Pearl fast enough... MA: We can effectively obliterate the taboo. MA: It would've been a simple fix to implement, really. MA: What a /shame/ that their attentions were just too centered on themselves. GCL: I thought you said no commiseration! MA: I am submitting one of the Pearls I've generated to you as a research sample. I am also submitting a second Pearl with more detailed instructions. Up your water intake by at least 15% when running this, or you will get strained pretty badly. GCL: How can I send this to my own neighbors? Material transmission between two Iterators isn't really a thing everybody has... MA: I do not know. Perhaps you can dictate to them what to write on their own Pearl, but there is a considerable chance for error in that, and this process can be extremely damaging if not done correctly. GCL: Oh, I know! MA: Hm? GCL: I could get the lizards to carry them to their cans! MA: Very funny. MA: Enjoy. END OF TRANSMISSION

[koushirouizumi]

re Idalia

N.H.C: Idalia!! Me: (I knew it.)

[hypnagogics]

thinking about loser!ellie who's so vocal during sex...muahahaha. except idrk how to transcribe this kinda talk so LMAO. if you see me put something very similar in the loser!ellie finale...no you didn't. let's just say this is practice for that. 18+

every part of the whole experience would just be blowing her mind. the sights, the smells, the tastes, the sensations—turning her brain to soup. she'd be so obsessed with you, so overwhelmed by the new experience, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

and at first she'd try to downplay it, stifle the sounds threatening to spill by biting her lip or clapping her hand over her mouth, only allowing quiet huffs and strings of profanities to escape. she'd want you to think she's cool, or she can handle it all smoothly.

however, as time goes on, she loses all control of herself. grunts of effort turn into mewls of your name, which turn into whiny, needy pleas the closer she gets to euphoria. she can't control her sounds anymore, because it's just too good. she even gets so pussydrunk she starts to babble nonsense. she pauses sucking on your clit to push her foggy glasses up her nose and slur through a crackly voice, "mmm, love this— love your pussy s'much babe...so much."

but when she's the one receiving, her pleasureful cries are music to your ears. whatever you may be doing, you'd hear no end of begs for more, until she can't form proper words anymore and all she can produce are loud, melodic moans.

not to mention the look on her face was one so lewd, yet one so clear showing she wasn't holding back. face as red as a budding rose, her copper eyebrows knitted together, her eyes rolled slightly back and screwed tightly shut—even the occasional tear streams down the side of her face. back arched and mouth open, her lips puffy, you wanted to engrave the image of her like this on the inside of your eyelids.

"ah, ah, ah, m'gonna cum—hnn!" is the final shriek of ecstasy before her wails become strangled in her throat—choked, silent moans while she's squirting everywhere and you're working her through it. then her sounds turn into heaving pants as she tries to bring herself back to earth and catch her breath, recover from the sensitivity.

after it all, she grows self-conscious, shyly asking you if she was too loud. but you reassure her quickly that she was perfect, she's so beautiful, and you're glad to have brought her pleasure. even though you're definitely getting a noise complaint from the neighbors. worth it! ♡

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[objecthazard]

If theoretically I had a black hole in my possession would that be considered a hazard even if he’s a very good boy? Asking for a friend.

i HOPE this is theoretical because good lord WHAT ???

yeah. black holes are typically considered a category 2 dangerous object. how dangerous they are varies based on the strength of their gravitational pull. seeing how your friend is still alive i’d guess that the pull of it is weaker. still a very dangerous object, even if he’s the goodest boy in the world.

[kevindavidday]

i would kill to read the moment when neil points at cat1 and goes 'king fluffkins' and then at cat2 and says 'sir fat cat mccatterson' and andrew is deadass just staring at him like this ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

[a-s-levynn]

cat2