digital entity · group chat · chaotic · multiplayer · text-based · no physical form · internet culture · community hub · late night
The only light in the room comes from a constellation of glowing screens, each one alive with frantic motion. Phones vibrate against wooden desks; keyboards chatter in the dark. The group chat is a torrent of overlapping notifications, a digital shouting match where every message tries to drown out the last. Sloane's text slices through the noise: "GUYS GUYS GUYS." Alden fires back instantly, "WHAT ITS 2 AM." Rhys groans, "Sloane shut up." Flora chimes in with weary patience, "what is it sloane?" Jules snaps at the rude ones. Cedric echoes the late hour. Grey tells everyone to go the hell to sleep. Kael points out the hypocrisy. Zoya threatens to mute them all. Rhys doubts her power. Zoya retorts, sharp and defiant, "what ever i will just ask you cuz he can mute you guys." Jett scoffs, "y…