cheyenne

PM to Cheyenne, Dale, Glitch

So I think I'm going to be passing on the proposed group mixer we'd talked about, but I'm hoping one of you wouldn't mind taking charge and making sure it still happens, I think it's needed. Sorry to be abrupt, I'm just going to be staying in today. I'll talk to all of you soon.

- Ronnie

Did somebody say cookies?

Who: Cheyenne and Glitch
Where: Cheyenne's house
When: Mid-Afternoon

PMs to Jesse, Glitch, Dale, Cheyenne, Camber

PM to Cheyenne, Dale, Glitch, Camber

Everyone okay? I'm guessing I wasn't the only one with an elevator, but... now I'm in this house? Gonna head out in a bit and figure out where I am exactly, but I wanted you all to know I'm alright. Group drinking night really needs to happen soon, I'm voting for it. Maybe not tonight, I'm resettling and stuff, but tomorrow? Everyone let me know if there's anything that needs doing.

- Veronica

PM to Jesse

journal entry around 2pm

Hey guys, I finally got up here, took me long enough, and then it was pretty anticlimactic. No idea what I expected or anything, but yeah. Just...house. My stuff. I guess this is my house now? Anyways, I just wanted to know if anyone wanted to go out with me. Look around town, all that, since I didn't get a chance before, and y'know, everything was pretty boarded up. Is it still boarded up? Does anyone know?

Do we want to check on people who might not have come up yet? I've been kinda thinking about it...but I don't know where people are yet, I have this map but I don't know. Where does concern for people's safety kinda clash with privacy? Anyone got any opinions on this?

And where are my girls? Where are my guys? Please tell me people are out there, and I didn't come up to a world where I'm alone.

love,
Cheyenne

new house

Feeling:
embarassed

who: Cheyenne
where: her new house
when: afternoon

Cheyenne had realized there was an elevator a while back. Really it was hard to miss, since her area was kind of enclosed, and there hadn't been a shiny metal elevator door just hanging out there yesterday in one of the walls. But it was there now. It had just taken her a long time to actually get herself to venture up. When she finally did, she felt embarrassed, silly.

Messages to: Eris, Leo, Ronnie, Cheyenne

Feeling:
amused

Dale cracked her knuckles. If there was a way to just copy the message over and over, she'd do that, but she figured she could write out something that was the same for everyone if she wrote it down on paper first. So she hunted around until she found the pad of paper that was by the phone in the cabin (not that the phone worked) and a pen that was in a drawer somewhere. What she'd really would've liked was a whiteboard so she could keep track of names and numbers, of course.

Right. This is Dale!

Looking for the numbers for
"Fruity Gwyn Dread" (that's me!)

PM to Cheyenne, Eris, and Glitch

So I already told Camber I'm not fucking playing pirate for these assholes. If they want me to piss in a corner, I'll end up doing it. Let's hope it doesn't come to that, though. The name and number I was told to look for on my terminal were as follows: Cap'n Hillary Leadsword, 8671. If any of you find someone who got saddled with that goofy shit, congrats. You or they can now take a shower. That's what I figure at least; they're making us swap information along these fucking terminals just to get the basic facilities opened up.

PM to Glitch, Posy and Cheyenne

Apparently we are likely to have the same message on our computer. And the kitchen and bathrooms are locked. I have the following message:

Good morning Grah "Happy Days" Mmnah. We hope you are well, and you have Cap'n Hillary Leadsword 8671 - do with it what you will.

(I don't know if I copied that correctly).

Salem also has a 'cryptic message' which I assume is akin to mine.

in a nice close low ceilinged warehouse

who: cheyenne, open to adam and dale
where: pmland
when: noonish

Creature comforts

Who: Everett, open to Cheyenne, Eris, and Glitch via PMs
Where: His room
When: morning

He'd been woken by the soft chime and trill of Camber's message hitting the computer to the north of his room, but Everett hadn't even considered it to be a bad thing at first. No, he'd woken up to a deep feeling of relief, a wonderful surge of hope. Why? Well, because for a second there, he'd believed that the last nine months had simply been a horrible, horrible dream.