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.

edge of apathy (and pms)

who: janie (and pms to leo, ronnie, sophie & indira)
where: her pretendy old apartment
when: evening

She'd heard the sounds of messages. It took her a long while to figure out what she was even hearing. When she'd woken up, in the apartment she'd left in Nina, she didn't know what to think. She'd picked up the phone first, though it wasn't connected. That and she kept staring at it, wondering who the hell she even thought she was going to call in the first place. Her dad, maybe. But her dad was dead. He really wasn't receiving phonecalls right now.

After hanging up, she'd thought about Gavin. She supposedly had his information somewhere. Where he could be found. But...she didn't have that right now. She hadn't got so far as to get out of bed, and after the world felt like it was crushing back down on her, she curled right the hell back up, and went back to sleep. It was a long time later, twelve hours or so, before she roused again. Then she explored the place, in a slow, detached sort of manner. She saw old messages, but mostly ignored them. She sent the same one to everyone.

i'm noth ome. am i.

She just couldn't tell if she was relieved about that or not.

Ko Samui - Private Journal Entry (but also copied by PM to Dale, Lilith, Joy and Janie)

White sands, clear ocean, palm trees. It was like something out of a film, or an advert. I half expected some woman to come prancing along in a bikini advertising Bounty. But a thought like that feels like cheapening it now.

PMs to Lilith, Janie, Bethany

Indira woke in an exact replica of her bedroom back home, save the addition of kitchen facilities. To say she was unhappy was perhaps understatement; just when she got used to a new place and worked out a routine to keep herself safe, she was dropped in a new location. That this was made to look like her home was adding insult to injury. The computers, she noticed immediately. They were, after all, out of place - she owned a laptop.

PMs to Stan, Janie

After catching up on messages on the two of her computers that had been going, Sophie realized that there were two others that had stayed quiet. Interested in finding out where those led, she typed out quick, identical messages:

Hello? This is Sophie... who is this? And please, don't be crazy and talk in a different language that I don't know and then talk about torture when you DO start writing in english. I get enough of that from one of my other computers.



Who: Leo and open to Dale, Lilith and Janie
Where: his 'room'/PMs
When: Morning

It took Leo a while to work out what was going on. He'd woken up in a wooden hut - the kind he'd stayed in on the beach in Ko Samui. Single room, hammock for a bed, brightly coloured rungs on the walls and floor, palm branch roof - sand everywhere because you couldn't stop that with a beach hut. It was warm, there was a breeze wafting in the glassless, open-shuttered windows. There was a computer up against one wall - a laptop, like the one he'd taken travelling with him.

Send out the black bird. Send out the dove.

Who: Ronnie (open to Dale, Janie, Jesse, and Tobias via PMs)
Where: her room
When: morning

Ronnie wished she wasn't so comfortable. It wasn't something most people ever wished for, but she had her reasoning. She'd only had two nights in the farm house, but those two nights had given her a feel for the old bed she'd been staying in. It sagged in some spots, it squeaked and groaned, but it was as familiar as everything else in town. So when she slowly returned to consciousness and rolled onto her side, the lack of that squeak didn't sit well.

addison and janie

Who: Addison and Janie
Where: In their house
When: Lunch? Early afternoon? When's good for Janie?

Time In A Box

Who: Open to Cam, Janie, Addison and Indira - multiples fine. :B
When: Just before breakfast
Where: The front hall

Brianna was getting really tired of her room being reset. Oh sure, she appreciated that it would mean the kitchen would be restocked and everything would be nice and clean but how in the world were they sleeping through this resetting? Were they being drugged? Gassed? Likely gassed through the air vents or some such. Maybe Indira and Addison were just making her paranoid... But how the Hell else did you explain such occurrences?


Who: Camber and Janie
When: Late afternoon
Where: ...the same damn house.

Camber had taken some food up to her bedroom to eat and write, and in the process had gotten side tracked looking over her journal entries. She knew by now the scientists were probably reading them, but she still didn't feel comfortable, some how, directly addressing them. They'd never been a direct presence in her life before, and some semblance of privacy, the notes to herself, the little things she squirreled away for her own keeping...