glitch

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Glitch! I have a radio station and require delicious ear/brain candy from you in order for me to spread the mighty Sound of Glitch. Also: carnival. Neat.

<3,
Dale

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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

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Thank you for chatting with me during the last two days. I appreciate it.

-Addison

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

PMs to Shane and Glitch

Jillian had been fighting panic since waking up in her apartment prison yesterday - being alone, being locked in, worry for her friends and the sudden lack of communication from Saj. He hadn't answered all night, and she'd ended up knocking back a couple shots of rum and playing bass until she was too tired to do anything other than fall in bed. Then she woke up to a locked bathroom and kitchen, which was far too reminiscent of what they'd done to her in the last experiment. She went to the computers to distract herself and see if anyone else had a clue as to what was going on, finding first the message from the scientists, and then from Saj and Posy. Grabbing a pen and paper to write down names and numbers, she set off replies to both of them before messaging Shane and Glitch.

Okay, two things guys. One, Saj is hurt. He hit his head last night trying to break out, and I think he's been unconscious since this morning. Do we know if a doctor is around? He says he feels bad, and I'm worried. Next thing is that I guess we have to try to find the codes to our kitchens and bathrooms? I guess my name is Pirate Audra the Off-White. I've got Fruity Gwyn Dread, whose code is 1830. Posy is Porthole Jackie Hacke. She's got a code for someone with "Itchy Tasty" in their name, but I've asked her to send me the full thing before I pass it on. I'll update you guys when I get it and when I get Saj's info - he sounds really confused, so I'm trying to walk him through it. But a doctor's advice would be good. He says he's got a forehead like a golf ball and something for a sandy deadweight.

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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.

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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.

PMs to Kaori, Shane, Camber, and Glitch

Addison rubbed her temples. Occasionally, very occasionally, she wished her grandmother drank. Not that she would've been able to get to the bloody kitchen to get the booze, but sometimes she just really wanted that alcohol. Especially after the message on the central computer. 'Armless Adele Smithe'. What the hell, scientists. What the hell. Was it 'Talk Like a Pirate Day' out in the real world? Or someone just watched Pirates of the Caribbean too many times? Or maybe someone pulled this little test out of a goddamn hat because it sure as hell felt that random.

PMs to Camber, Glitch, and Shane

I've already established contact with one person, but not with you. My name is Addison. If you're active and able to answer this message, I would appreciate it deeply. I'm looking for a woman named Indira. If you've spoken to her or know who someone who has, I would appreciate news about her as well. Thank you.

Addison.