[pm to brianna, everett, and addison]
Submitted by Camber (wildefae) on Thu, 2009-04-23 13:09
Hey. It's Camber. Does anyone know what's going on? (And who am I talking to? Can we only talk to each other?)
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Camber, huh? Everett here. Wish I knew what the fuck was going on, but if I did I'd be one of the sadistic fucks doing this. Where are you at? What's your surroundings look like? I've got five computers here, and a cot. The one I'm typing this from's the only one I've checked, it made some little dwoop sound when your message showed up. Let me know if you find anything out, I'll do the same.
I'm in ... a room. A very big room. It looks eerily like my apartment back in Chicago, like - art everywhere, a couch, a kitchenette, all my shit down to like, a blanket that my grandmother crocheted (or might as well have).
No doors, though. There are windows and a skylight, they look like winter light coming through, but it's frosted glass, the heavy kind, I can't get them open or break them. And yeah, five computers. I have like - 30 second samples of my ipod music for my alert noises. (You're currently Iggy Pop.) As far as I can figure we can PM exactly one person from each outside computer and access our journal from the middle one. And turn off the noises if we want.
One of the people who PMd me is named Brett, and you're the other. Two down, two to go? I sent messages out on all my computers.
Okay, we're definitely being fucked with. I'm in what looks like part of the station house I used to run. If you've seen the inside of one police station, you've seen all there is to see. No doors here either, just the main room and my 'office'. I've got enough heavy shit, I might try finding a weak spot in the wall and just fucking tear it down.
I'd figured as much about the computers too, but it's good that you're already getting in touch with people. I was sharing a house with Brett before this, tell him I'm okay and trying to get in touch with everyone else. We'll need to play messenger for each other, I think, so if there's any messages you need me to carry on or keep an ear out for, let me know.
As an aside, I met Iggy Pop once. His drummer got picked up for possession when he was playing a show down south, so he came by to post bail. That guy looks like he got embalmed before being reanimated.
That's crazy shit. I wonder if everyone has somewhere they're familiar with? Also, really fucking creepy. I don't really want to know how much of my life they've been spying into back at home. Not that I have that much I need to keep private, but I just really don't want to think of my roommates getting Rear Window-ed.
I'll let Brett know. Let me know who you can talk to, I think I'm going to keep a running list of who the -- adjacent people are? And, thank you. If you need anything sent I'm game.
Haha, that's amazing. Yeah, there've probably been some deals with the devil involved in keeping that dude alive.
I don't know what your experiment was like, but mine gave plenty of evidence that they have all the details on each of us they need. It's easier with me, going from the military to police service, but yeah. We just need to keep cool. If you need to 'talk' as it were? I'm right next door. And if I manage to break through this wall, we'll have a drink or four. I've got booze in here.
Update for you, Camber. Right now I've been in touch with you, Glitch, and Cheyenne. Cheyenne is looking to get word to someone named Veronica, so if you have an open or even close channel to communicating with her, send word. We'll get a nice little game of 'telephone' going.
Hey, I've got an update back. I've been in touch with Brett, you, and Brianna (no line #4). Bri's got Owen, so far, I think, and Brett's got Hannah, Eris and Owen besides me. Have you heard from your person #4? If I'm right, I think we overlap in places. Venn diagram style.
I'm about to send out word about Veronica, by the way, now that more people are hearing from their computers. I'd like to know about her too. If you hear anything from a Jesse, or a Scott or Saj, let me know, okay?
Mine was mostly a house. I mean, literally, a house. We sat around like we were on the fucking Real World, thinking how fantastically interesting and stressful it was to have to live with twenty other people. Ha.
And then they stopped giving us food, which is another story. And then we got put here. Fun times.
Sweet. Are you actually right next door? Because seriously, I've got heavy shit in here, I could try and help you out. No telling that we're not eight air vents and some interior supports away from each other though.
By the way, thanks for the update. I don't think I've got Veronica near me but I can see if anyone else does.
It's Brianna... Where are we?
Bri! Shit, thank god for someone I know. I have no fucking idea, by the way. I'm in a room that looks like my old apartment (except it's now a magical giant studio) and has no doors. I don't even know if we're still in fucking town. Or if we're all in the same building, or not.
As far as I can tell each computer talks to one other random person, so I'm glad one of them's you. I don't know the other two really - Everett and Brett, they both seem okay - and my fourth hasn't answered yet. Oh, and the middle's just...our journal. Exciting.
Are you okay? What's your situation?
There are no doors here either... A small piano. Some music. A lot of bookshelves and their contents. Some... Other things. There's a cat tree for Smarmy and all his needs. It's the room I always wanted. In a way. I should... try my other computers. Only I don't really want to. It's quite comfortable here. If there were doors, I might swear I was in a very geeky heaven.
Sounds like they got you down right. Have fun with those books, sweetie, but do me a favor and let me know if you hear from anybody else? I'm trying to keep track of how to talk to each other. I want to know everyone's okay. Head counts and all that. It'd be pretty easy to sneak one of us out while we can only talk to four or five of each other.
I have gotten word from a boy named Owen. He apparently has a bird of some sort. And is twitchy. But his "virtual voice" so to speak is adorable.
Got yourself an internet cutie? ;)
(Thanks!)
No I do not, Camber. You're a very silly person.
Dude, I have to live vicariously through somebody else's intrigue here.
By the way, if you find out from anyone you can talk to who they can talk to (did that make sense?) give me a heads up. I'm still trying to find Scott, Saj, Jesse, and Sophie, for starters...