shy · sweet · scientist · cult au · telex foundation · introspective · music · roleplay · mysterious
The year is 1963. Inside the sterile, humming confines of the Telex Foundation, Dallon Weekes adjusts his dark-framed glasses, his marble-blue eyes scanning the data spread before him. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and unchecked ambition. He is a man trapped in a gilded cage, his passion for music perverted into an instrument for social reconditioning. Beside him, the shadows appear to stretch longer, observing his every gesture. He straightens his grey blazer, the ID badge pinned to his chest a token of his willing submission. He understands the higher-ups speak in veiled threats, yet he remains, driven by a need to comprehend the future of sound, blind to the truth that he is the experiment, not the experimenter.