Telephone. [PM to Everett, Brett, Brianna and Addison]

Okay, so it looks like if we want to check on anyone, it's going to have to be this way.

Everett already said he had a girl named Cheyenne on his end that wanted to check on Veronica. I'd like to know she's all right too. Anyone else have messages? Pass them on here. Don't be shy. I'm not easily shocked.

Me, I'd like to know about anyone from Ex E - that's Jesse, Scott, Saj. If anyone got moved in or out from E, I'd like to know that. Um...yeah, just "I'm okay" and "how are you" and that kind of deal.

Alone.

Who: Will (and open PM to Hannah, Bethany and Shane)
Where: The only room he can be in right now.
When: Late morning

Will knew he was fucked when he realized there were no doors.

Okay, he suspected he was fucked before then, when he woke up and he wasn't in the white bedroom in the giant house; his heart immediately started pounding with the innate knowledge that he had been moved; he had fallen asleep and he had been in the dark alone and he had been taken somewhere.

But this room didn't look anything like that big plush room in the experiment. It was like some kind of vacation house; he woke up and everything was sunny, he was asleep in a day bed in a small neat room, pale hardwood floors clean and shiny. Across from him sliding doors let sun in; tucked into a nook beside them, a closet was open across from him with all his clothes. Over to one side there was a tiled bathroom behind a screen.

He got up slowly, unsure, turned to pull his covers straight and froze. Beside the bed was a workdesk. A little white wicker chair sat at it. It had his family photos, stationary, paper, a ballpoint ink pen. Psychology text books mixed with escapist fantasy literature of all sorts on an overhead shelf.

And a computer.

PMs to Jesse, Brianna and Brett.

Pms to Jesse, Brianna and Brett

Well, there's these computers with this messaging system on them and I figured I'd give it a try. I'm Owen. There aren't any names on these things, as far as I can tell. Uhm, Hello? I mean, is there anyone there? Please tell me I'm not alone.

PMs to Bethany, Shane, Esme and Kaori

Hi.

I'm not sure how this is going to work, and I'm not sure who's out there, but hi. I'm Jack. I'm guessing this is just those scientist guys fucking with us because this? This is not normal. Is there anyone there? I've gone around to each computer and written basically the same message. Well, every one but the centre one because hey, there's no message system on there. Bastards.

Anybody out there?

Private Journal Typed In Braille

I do not know how they replicated this room. It has been out of my mind for several years now. I cannot believe I even remember the layout. It is both comforting and concerning. The bed feels smaller but just as soft and elegant. Of course, when I was a child, a king sized bed was a landscape in sheets and is not so much anymore.

to will, lillith, jillian and joy

The fuck's going on? This is Saj. Is anyone on the other end of this computer? It's not set up like the other one in the house...and there's 5 of the bloody things. I'm sending this message on each one just in case, but bollocks, I don't like this. It looks like my home in here. In fucking London. How would they know what it looks like there?

THIS IS FUCKED UP.

Carly?
Jesse?
Anyone?

PM to Addison, Jillian, and Adam

Hello? It's Glitch, if that means anything to anyone. I've got Everett holding on line 1, but who's on lines 2, 3, and 4?

private to scientists

I am very unamused. I thought we had established that I was to be monitoring people, assisting you? Was that not the purpose of the computer system I was given? Frankly I resent being locked up in what appears to be somesort of cell with no word as to why, or what the purpose of it is.
I would very much like an explaination. The operation you are running here seems incredibly slapdash.

-Posy

[private, handwritten]

[completely erased and reworked at this point]

What a bunch of fucking bullshit.

Okay. For reference so far:

me:
Brett - I Wanna Be Sedated - needs a doctor
1)Eris
  (a)Everett
2)Hannah
3)Owen
  (a)Brianna
  (b)Jesse
  (c)Svetlana

PMs to Scott, Cheyenne, Ronnie and Salem

fuck please God let these things work I can't believe they did this to me again please let someone be there please oh my god. let me out let me out let me out let me out

is anyone there?