so where're you lot at?

So, I haven't quite had my coffee yet this morning, so I could just be cranky, but what the fuck? No, seriously. What the fuck. We get told we're rescued then get put into a new part of the experiment? Rude fucking awakening, if you ask me.

Jesse here, experiment E so I'm told.

Where's my people at? Who's made it this far?

Does anyone know anything about my daughter, Jessie, or her mother, Veronica? Any information at all would be good, they were meant to come into the experiment as well but we weren't told there were more than one, and I've not heard anything about either one of them. Any help would be appreciated, please, I've been trying for ages to get any answers but no one would tell me shit. Thank you.

 - .

Jesse? Oh, honey, they found you, thank God! It's Scott! What happened to you anyways?

Near as I can figure, this makes 5 of us they've found- me, you, Bri, Cam, and Saj. Beyond that, we're still waiting on word for the rest. But hey, every person that makes it back gives us a little more hope.

 - .

Scott! How's the big guy doin? And oh, that's good to know, thanks, man. Maybe more'll keep trickling in here and there--I hope so. They wouldn't tell me shit about anything of course. I don't guess you've heard anyone talk about Ronnie or my daughter, have you? I'm figuring you would have said already, but...just checkin.

 - .

Wish I could tell you more, but I haven't heard anything about them or seen anything- and trust me, from as much as you told us about them, I have a feeling I'd know them if I saw them!

And yeah, not telling anyone shit about anything seems to be par for the course really.

Where'd they stash you at anyways? I'm on Oakdale street. We're doing good here, just buried under about 3 feet of snow.

 - .

Yeah, I know, I talked your ear off about them. I'm sure you'd recognize them too at this rate. Fuck. I was really hoping for at least some hint of them. I'll have to keep checking. Keep an ear out, let me know if you hear anything at all, and thanks, man.

I'm at...fucked if I know, lemme check. --apparently 1 Maple. The map I'm lookin at now though says you're someplace else, not that I'm a master navigation expert or some shit. And I'm kind of glad I'm originally from an area that got snow regularly. Otherwise I'd be pretty fucked around now.

 - ..

No problem, and trust me I never mind hearing about people's families. So anytime you need a friendly ear and feel like braving the winter wonderland, you're more than welcome to pop over. I'd do it myself but us Texans aren't used to snow. We get about one day a year and everyone panics.

 - .

Hello Jesse. Brianna here. So glad you made it out of the woods. Sad that you ended up here as well... They must be tracking us.

 - .

Hey Babydoll, glad to see you're here too. And from the impression I'm kind of getting, yeah, tracking us probably isn't too far fetched an idea. Which pisses me off, if anyone got hurt out there or whatever, and it still seems like there aren't near enough of us here. How're you holdin up, darlin? Everything okay?

 - .

A lot of people got hurt out there it seems. I think they let some of us die. (Side note: Camber is here as well. She's in the same house as I am.)

I'm... holding. Barely. By a thread. With scissors for hands. Getting more and more paranoid every day.

 - .

Maybe we just haven't heard from everyone yet--hopefully no one's died. And Cam's there too? Well tell her to get her ass on and message me too, then! Least you two are together, that's a plus, right? And what's going on? You know you can always talk to me. Maybe I can try and get out or something today, though I don't know where you're at. Hopefully somewhere vaguely near by. Would that be cool? You're not allowed to go breaking down on me now, y'know. You made it this far, you'll be okay. Just need a little support's all.

 - .

Don't worry about me, Jesse. As long as Cam's about, I'll keep holding on to that string. And what ever you do, don't venture out. You'll just freeze to bloody death. There's way too much snow to even consider going anywhere. You stay put. By order of the Queen. :P

 - .

Well, I can't go arguing with the queen, that's hardly fair, Babydoll. I can ask if you're sure though. I mean, it might let up. And I'm from the north, I won't freeze to death immediately or anything. If you're sure, I'll stay here and I guess build model trains, because there's fuck all else to do today. But only if you're sure. You know I'd try, if you needed me to get there. It's a small town, right? How far away can you be?

 - .

In this much snow? Farther than you think. That's why I'm not telling you what house I'm in. See how that works? Enough about me. How're you holding up?

 - .

Girl, you know I've got skills I can fall back on. I could hunt you up quick if I needed to. But fine, you can have your way, your majesty. I'm disappointed. I get here, find out I was lied to, and there's still no trace of my daughter or her mom. I keep hoping that someone just hasn't read this yet and has the details for me. You haven't heard though, have you?

 - .

But you don't need to so there's no point. And I never said I was the queen.

No, I'm sorry. I haven't heard anything about your family. I think they're doing this on purpose. I hope you find them. I really, really do. Someone around here needs good news.

 - threadjacked.

Fuck, I'll tell you what house we're both in, but here's the thing:

We're on 9 Park. You're on 1 Maple. You are...approximately across town. So you would go down Maple towards town until you hit Park, take a left on Park and walk about 1000 ft through snowdrifts down Park until you see a driveway on your left. And then you take that down until you see a bigass farmhouse.

It'd be nice to see a familiar face, but don't go freezing to death on me.

 - .

You dirty bint. XP I'll give you a good talking too later. And NO COOKIES.

 - .

Ladies, ladies, if there's going to be arguing going on, I demand a pillow fight. Get someone to record it for me, and make sure you have someone impartial to play score keeper.

 - .

Jesse! The outlaw himself!
Fuck. I knew you'd make it out of there okay.

And no sign of your family, I'm afraid. They told me Carly'd be in town, too, but she's not. Or she is, but she's freaked out and hiding somewhere. You want to meet me, we can do a bit of scouting around town for the missing persons? Or did you have something else in mind?

 - .

Hey, bro. Can't doubt someone named Jesse James, that'd be madness. 'Course I made it! And thanks for lookin for them anyways. And shit, sorry to hear about Carly. We can go looking around asap. You asked around, I'm assuming? I haven't got a look at the town yet, what're we dealin with? The map kind of...doesn't really give me a very good idea of what the fuck's up.

 - .

I dunno mate, I ain't been around that long, only a few days and then the snow started up.
First off I was in a little house on my own, but they moved us in the night into big groups - so I reckon that they're starting the tests again. Like, I've still got 3 months on my contract you know?

I know there's a farm 'cause me and Scott went looking around, but loads of other stuff's boarded up. It's all a bit...I dunno. Wicker Man.

 - .

As far as references go, couldn't you have picked one that was slightly less human sacrifice oriented? I mean, points for imagery, but still. I'm thinking they're starting tests again too. Fuck. Just when we thought it was over, of course. I hate people. But, good you lot are here, anyways. That's something. How're you holding up?

 - .

I'm fine all things considered. You know me, life and soul, ain't I? And like - at least there's food now, and no wolves, or mental folk running around shooting people in the head...
Speaking of which, how'd you fare once we left the house?

and The Wicker Man fucking rocks. Although not so much the weird remake they did with Nicholas Cage.

 - .

Not sure I want to get into how things went when I left the house. Did meet a man named Everett, though, from a different experiment. Quiet guy. And yeah, that flick was...let's just pretend it didn't happen and move on, shall we? Glad to hear you're doing alright, though, man.

 - .

Jesse! Good to see you made it out, man. Sorry I didn't come comment before, one computer between five of us and you know - sometimes a girl misses things. Where are you, anyway?

Scott and Saj and Bri...have all beaten me to the punch. Well, that's it, pretty much, from E. What a weird bunch of us to have made it through.

Still no word from your girls. There are new people arriving pretty much every day, though. Seems like the crazier things get around here the more people they pack into the houses. Keep your head up.

 - .

There she is. Nice of you to take time out of your busy schedule. [this is me, teasing, because I don't do the little smilies bullshit] And I don't know. 1 maple? Something, I put it up earlier. And shit. Well, thanks for the info anyways. I'll keep looking. Sometime, someone's got to have some information, right? (here's where you tell me yes, even if you don't actually think so.) I hope to see you soon, though. How're you doing? How's life in this town?

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You have no idea. My schedule is just packed. I had to pencil you in between "debutante ball" and "date with hot Swedish model".

Dude, with as many crazy people as are wandering around this town, someone has to know something.
When the snow lets up, we should definitely meet up. I'm getting stir-crazy in this house.

I'm okay. This town is fucking weird. It didn't start out like this - in the big houses. We had our own houses. And not so much with the food. Which was....well, I mean, I prefer having food, even if it is creepily hand delivered in our sleep and shit.

 - tell Sven I say hi.

Yeah, we'll have to. We can talk more then. And food like it was before it ran out then? just kind of there? Hopefully we don't run out again, they're keeping up with it? And I wish I had my own place. I was told I was going to, then bang. I wake up in an episode of Three's Company.