Release into the wild

Who: Ronnie
Where: Her new house
When: late morning

There was no false relief this time when she awoke to gentle ocean sounds, curled in an intimately comfortable bed. Ronnie's mind was forcing away even the room for such feelings to exist at this point, so when she woke it was with a tired sort of acceptance. She didn't bother getting out of bed for some time, just laying curled up and watching her computers for the flash and chime of unanswered messages. When one came, it wasn't from the terminals, and that was enough to draw Ronnie from under the covers.


placeholder for some fun with concussion

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. 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.


new house


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.


Who: Stan and open!
Where: Roaming the streets in the snow!
When: Late morning


Date: Sunday, October 13th 2008

Weather: The weather is overcast and cold, but there isn't any snow in the air, and the wind is only a light breeze if there's any wind at all.

Events: Today, everyone wakes up where they went to sleep last night. The only difference is there is now an accessible elevator. This elevator is small, and only has limited buttons on the inside. Up, down and stop. The elevator is located someplace where it was out of the way or inaccessible before. For example, the front door of the apartment/home that didn't open yesterday? Opens today to reveal the elevator. There are no messages from the scientists, no indication anyone should do anything, and all locks/etc have been removed from the rooms, as well as any damage/etc that may have occurred.

Upon stepping into the elevator, the up button will light up, and if pressed, will start a long journey. The ride is over five minutes long, and comes up in the home of the participant. Where it comes up in their home is up to you, likely someplace out of the way. All participants have been given homes, located on the map. The streets have been plowed, the town has been re-opened for habitation. No one's working the shops, but they've been filled back up again. All houses come stocked with food/medicine/possessions/etc.

Note: All participants are back in their original houses--anyone who moved has been placed back where they were originally. Check the map here.

If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!

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.


who: brett and eris
where: pmland
when: wee-hours

What really needed to happen was she needed to stop waking up with the vague feeling of surprise that she was waking up at all. That would be a great place to start out. Not somewhat shocked that she was conscious, breathing, not dead. It would at the very least be a mark of not being quite so fucked up. Of course if she stopped waking up confused about waking up at all, it would probably mean that she'd survived the experiment. And somehow, she didn't figure that was going to happen, by any stretch of the imagination.

Someone would find a reason to kill her. They'd feed someone just enough bullshit--or hell, truth--and someone would want to take her out. Or she'd do something stupid like last night, and do it to herself accidentally. One's survivability rating really tended to nosedive when you were actually likely to kill yourself just by pure accident. The third option was she did what she'd done when she'd driven out of town, which was merely put herself into a position where she was likely to die, and she couldn't bring herself to give a shit. Those bouts of sliding down into self destructive tendencies that she still didn't quite know the origin of. Yeah, she wasn't going to make it. It was clear she thought that. And even if she did, she didn't know what the fuck she was going to do back in the outside world. It wasn't like she could go back to her old life. There certainly wasn't a place for her there.

Passing On Information PM to Stan, Jack and Brianna

After gathering some names and numbers, here is what I've been able to gather due to the help of others I can speak with and they can. Addison has put together a fairly coherent listing and way of listing things, so if you would like to continue this and copy it to others, go ahead, if you have your own methods, feel free. Please add in information that you have for me, and I will pass on anything you have added to the others I'm speaking with.

(Glitch) Pirate Corliss the Dagger: (unknown)
(unknown) Fat-Ass Carmen Barbossa: (unknown)
(Shane) Stop-Picking-At-It The Wise: (unknown)

Messages to: Eris, Leo, Ronnie, Cheyenne


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 jillian, adam, esme, lillith

As loathe as I am to play along with this pathetic display from these so-called scientists, I simply refuse to pee in the sink.

I have a code for someone named...oh for goodness sake, I don't know. "Itchy Tasty" or something equally childish.
And apparantly I am "Porthole Jackie Hacke".

I cannot help but feel this is quite beneath me. I am not a 7 year old and I do not wish to play games like one.


Cap'n Hillary Leadsword Ain't Happy

who: svet
when: morningish
where: memory lane. for a bit.

A rather befuddled message for Will & Jillian

dint break out. hit head. feel...bad. can't see straight. forehead like a golfball.
stuffs all locked n i gota wierd messge. whos sandy deadweight and do they have asprin?

think ima throw up.

Pms to Brianna, Brett, Jesse and Svetlana

Alone again, huh? Owen here.

I got this as a message today, and I'm not sure if you guys have seen this. I'm sending this message out to everyone, because well, yeah.

Raargh "Itchy Tasty" Muurgh is my name for the day. I've got a code. which is 4432. I don't know what it does. I think it's supposed to go to Pirate Corliss the Dagger. whoever that is.

How're you guys holding up?

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 Everett, Brett, Addison and Brianna

Ahoy, me beauties. I woke to find the galley and head's been locked away! Some foul bilge rat's been here in the night! And me having had too much grog...aargh. (Seriously. They MUST drug us. I don't get hangovers and I feel like shit.)

I be looking for one Apathetic Carolyn Sparrow. I believe she'll be needing my assistance, for her number does me no good. Perchance she has mine? Tell her this: 7539.

And if anyone hears my name about these parts from any other landlubber, report back smart-like. Or you'll have hell to pay!

Noseless Audra Slasher

who: jesse, ronnie, scott and sophie
where: pmland!
when: mid-morning


Who: PMs to Svetlana, Brett, Will, Joy
Where: Where else?
When: Morning

Hannah woke up surprisingly refreshed - no annoying reset, no creepy noises in her room, the bed was comfortable and no one was bothering her. This isolation thing had some (short term, at least) benefits. She lounged around and cuddled with Anubis for a few moments, enjoying the feeling, then got up to go to the bathroom and perhaps some breakfast after. Or at least, she would have done those things if she hadn't hit a closed door where a closed door should not have been.

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.

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.

What the hell? [PM's to Stan, Tobias, Esme and Adam]


Who: Salem and open to Stan, Tobias, Esme and Adam
When: Shortly after she wakes up
Where: Where else?

Upon waking with a growling stomach, it didn't take long for Salem to realize that she couldn't get to the area where the food had been the day before. It was there still, but she couldn't access it. Immediately she started to panic. She tried the other door in the room, the one for the bathroom facilities and that one too she couldn't get to. For a while she continued to try the door, but to no avail. And then she noticed the pad on the wall. A code. She'd need a code... but where the hell would she find a code?

The computers.

Checking them all, she found a message to her, she thought, though it referred to her by another name and gave her another odd name and a number. Immediately she tried the number, but nothing happened.

Was everyone else going through this as well? She wasn't sure, but at least she could find out if four people were. She typed out the same message to the four people she could access.

Please tell me I'm not the only one with a cryptic message, locked kitchen and bathroom areas and a code panel...?

She sent them off to Stan, Esme, Adam and Tobias and waited for a response. Maybe she'd get lucky and figure out that code before she had to go to the bathroom. Maybe.

Off Putting

Who: Leo and open to Janie, Joy, Lilith and Dale
Where: His room/PMs
When: First thing

Leo woke early, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the frond roof above his head. He arched, off-balancing in his hammock a little, before he steadied himself, easing a crick out of his back. Hammocks were not the most comfortable things to sleep in after a while. Or, at least, this one wasn't. He half lifted himself-half fell out of the thing, landing on the floor of the hut, reaching for his shorts.

The first thing he noticed was that the chocolate bar he'd kept in his back pocket was gone. That had him on the floor, hunting for it. And then he looked under his pillow - in the hammock, anywhere there might be stashed food. He always had stashed food. But, not today. He headed out to the bar - that had been where the 'kitchen' had been, if there really was one here. There'd been a fridge with some food, a barbecue, it was enough. Only today, the bar had changed - there were shutters between the bar and its roof, and a door instead of the gap to the other side. And the door was locked, a push-button keypad seemingly there to unlock it. Leo tried typing in his pin number. No joy - how would the scientists have known that anyway? He tried a few other codes, but no joy. He noticed that the computer which had yesterday sat on the bar was now on a small stand next to it.


Date: Saturday, October 12th 2008

Weather: Who knows? Who cares!

Events: The set up from yesterday remains the same. Everyone in their own 'space', set out how they want. Computers to north, south, east and west which only connect to one other person. Another computer centrally which can only create private journal entries. (Note: all computers can do things like play music etc).

For player reference, the computers set as follows:-

Stan Scott Jesse Sophie
Jack Kaori Brianna Owen Svetlana
Shane Addison Camber Brett Hannah Will
Jillian Glitch Everett Eris Joy Saj
Posy Adam Cheyenne Dale Leo Lilith
Esme Salem Tobias Ronnie Janie Indira

If your character is on an edge, their computer connects to the person on the opposite side (So, for example, Sophie connects to Stan).

All broken furniture, walls, equipment etc have been repaired overnight. Oh, and Joy's computer equipment has been modified so it is now unbreakable. In fact, if she attempts to destroy it, it will make 'tut tut tut' noises at her for the next five minutes.

However, there is something different today. However a person's area is set out, they no longer have access to food or bathroom facilities. Whether the room was open plan or sectioned off, somehow (up to player discretion) cooking/food and all bathroom facilities can no longer be accessed - but it is clear that these have not actually been removed. What they have been is locked away and however they are locked away it requires an code to access them. Kitchens, bathrooms etc now lurk behind a keypad! There are, of course, almost limitless combinations on a standard numerical keypad and your character is more than free to start trying them!

However, if the central computer is investigated, it will be seen that there is a message there, though it is somewhat cryptic. Each message is different, but yet similar. All the message says is a greeting, a name and then the gift of another name, with a number. That is all.*

(Because we don't particularly fancy typing out every single message, we're giving you the master message and then a reference chart! We're sure you can figure it out!)

The Chart

Character Name Character 'ID name' Character 'ID number' Character holding ID
Adam Graaagh "Happy Days" Mmnaaaah! 8659 Svetlana
Addison Armless Adele Smithe 5542 Leo
Brett Greeaaagh Reeorrgh the Rotten 6440 Esme
Brianna Cap'n Sandy Deadweight 1369 Saj
Camber Noseless Audra Slasher 9564 Janie
Cheyenne Cap'n Beatrice Bloodsmear 5837 Indira
Dale Fruity Gwyn Dread 1830 Jillian
Eris Cap'n Mary Bloodbucket 3301 Salem
Esme Pirate Carmen the Engorged 8099 Will
Everett Aaaeiaaagh "Brains MoFo" the Sloppy 2333 Sophie
Glitch Pirate Corliss the Dagger 6623 Owen
Hannah Pirate Lea the Cash-Strapped 8500 Adam
Indira Fruitless Carolyn Bellamy 2219 Stan
Jack Graaagh "Skullcracker" The Jawless 5204 Dale
Janie Slashin' Jean Dawkins 4175 Shane
Jesse Aargh "Don't-Stick-Your-Finger-In-There" the Brainless 2057 Lilith
Jillian Pirate Audra the Off-White 1220 Kaori
Joy Lazy Eye Jo 9358 Tobias
Kaori Not-So-Keen-On-the-Womenfolk Elanor 4277 Cheyenne
Leo Aargh "Bonebasher" the Slightly Off 2952 Brianna
Lilith Apathetic Carolyn Sparrow 7539 Camber
Owen Raargh "Itchy Tasty" Muurgh 4432 Posy
Posy "Porthole" Jackie Hacke 4845 Brett
Ronnie Pirate Agnes the Malformed 8814 Addison
Saj Aaaeiaaagh "Flamer" the Messy 9487 Jesse
Salem Jolly Marie Smithe 4728 Jack
Scott Rraagghh "Drippy Ooze" Mmnaaaah! 8125 Eris
Shane Arrggghharr "Stop-Picking-At-It" The Wise 6537 Scott
Sophie Fat-Ass Carmen Barbossa 5568 Glitch
Stan Graaagh "Sex Fiend" Mmnaaaah! 8581 Joy
Svetlana Cap'n Hillary Leadsword 8671 Everett
Tobias Gnaarrgh "Bondage Ninja" the Mostly Rotted 6881 Hannah
Will Aaaeiaaagh "Dick-In-A-Blender" the Bloody 8346 Ronnie

The Message

Good morning [character 'ID']. We hope you are well, and you have [Character 'ID name'] [Character 'ID number'] - do with it what you will.

*The number attached to each name is the four-digit combination needed to access food and hygiene facilities in each room. So, for example, Tobias' 'name' for the day is 'Gnaarrgh "Bondage Ninja" the Mostly Rotted'. He knows this. But he doesn't have the number combination for his kitchen and bathroom. Hannah, however, knows that 'Gnaarrgh "Bondage Ninja" the Mostly Rotted' is associated with the number '6881'. She just doesn't know why first thing.

If you have any events or anything going on which you think warrants a mention in the time update, please let us know!

Drinking Games


Who: Camber and any others who want to join in
When: late
Where: That damn room.

Cam was lying on the couch; two hours of restless frustration after talking to Everett had uncovered nothing but that creepy-ass mask, her roommate's hidden stash of cheap Polish vodka, and two layers of skin off her knuckles from trying to take out various surfaces.

Well, her roomie wasn't going to miss the vodka.

PMs to Saj, Posy

To Saj:

Hey dude, Will asked Shane to ask me to drop you a line because you didn't answer him, I guess? What's going on? Did you break out or just crank some music? Either way, I hope you're okay and you get this. And if you broke out and didn't come find us, I'll hunt you down and break your face. (That comes from a place of love and friendship, btw.) And do you know some chick named Indira or have anyone who can get in contact with her? Glitch has someone asking.

To Posy:


Who: Everett
Where: Precinct 14, Atlanta, Georgia (but not really)
When: later afternoon on to the evening

"Break, you plaster-covered asshole! Break!" he roared as a chair upended to smash the points of two legs into a clear patch of wall. Everett was gripping the back of it tightly, shoulders rolling and chest heaving as the chair rebounded from the wall. The impact ran up the metal frame, jolting his arms painfully as chips of plaster rained free and left two gouges in the wall, focal points between a slight spiderweb of cracks.

PM to Everett

So the word from Brett is that you have Eris (let's just skip the part where I'm not supposed to know who it is and jump to "I have a giant chart of who can talk to who") talking to you and he doesn't anymore. Or you will shortly. Or something.

Brett wants me to tell you that he said to make fucking sure that you keep talking to her. We don't know if her going to sleep is going to kill her or not and, I quote, "(you) better do it" (sorry, better FUCKING do it) because Brett doesn't trust Eris to keep herself awake.

Kaori keep her awake and let her know other people are looking out for her. We've got messages out to Stan but I haven't gotten anything returned to me yet and I'll be getting back to you if I hear anything.

Sorry to be abrupt but I'm transcribing here. And also, tired. I'll be by the computers if you need me.

private to everett

Everett, I need you to do something. If you do it, you'll never hear a word out of me about what you did to me again. And I know that that promise might not actually be worth much in the way of long term, but I'll hold up my end if I see tomorrow. Besides, it's not for me. It's for Brett. I just need you to message whoever it is that can get in contact with him, every so often, and tell him that I'm checking in, and that I'm fine. That's it. I'm going to sleep. But tell him that I'm checking in. Either I'll wake up, or I won't. But he doesn't need to be worrying about me the whole night. Or waiting, or whatever it is he's going to do. I don't want to leave him without any word but I just...need to go sleep.

I really need you to do this for me. I'm trusting that you will, and you'll leave out the fact that I ever asked. It's important, you know I wouldn't ask otherwise.

So, please. Will you?

the goddess of discord and strife


Who: Brett and Eris
When: all damn day
Where: PMs

Brett was still looking around wherever they'd put him when the first notification came through.  At least, that's what he figured as he made his way to the south terminal down what was clearly a forest fucking path.  The place even had little birdies singing - he was waiting for one of them to crap on his head.  Honestly.

These are my confessions

Who: Scott (and Tobias via PM)
When: A while later
Where: There.

Scott had been pacing for a while, as much as he hated it. He didn't want to go to sleep, because he wasn't a hundred percent convinced he'd wake up, and if he did, where it would be. Right now, at least, he was safe, even if he was still just this side of pneumonia. He'd passed on Stan's message to Bri and hoped that the message got where it needed to. This was one seriously messed up game of telephone they were playing, and he was sure the scientists were enjoying every second of it.