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?

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.

Well, there goes the neighbourhood.

Who: Owen
Where: The room of doom!
When: morning

Owen woke up in hell. He’d never been the type of guy to go from asleep to alert instantly, so he woke up groggy, rubbing at his eyes and wincing when his hands cramped. He reached over for the advil, needing the pain relief and just stopped when his hand met empty air.

Waking up then felt like cold water being poured down his spine. Owen sat bolt upright, hands gripping the blankets of the bed, heart shuddering in his chest.

Looking Around and Messages

Who: Brett and various PMs (to Owen, Hannah, Camber and Eris)
Where: His room/elsewhere
When: Morning

It was the sunlight and the fucking birdsong that woke him. Which, considering it was the middle of fucking winter and he'd been living for several days in a drab and dank house, a dawn chorus was not what he'd expected.

Neither did he expect to open his eyes and find himself lying in some kind of bower, as though he was in the middle of some kind of fucking Disney film. All it needed for completion was a rambling rose or some shit. Damn, the thing even had ivy. He pushed back the blankets and sat up, looking around. The day was nice - warm, even, though not too hot. And he appeared to be in the middle of a wood. His first thought, looking around, was 'what the fuck happened to winter' - since there was a notable lack of snow and cold. What there was was plenty of trees, and grass, flowers even - little wild flowers scattered all over the place.

i don't think i ordered a crazy person delivery?

who: svetlana, open to owen, and possibly others in his house?
when: nightfall
where: owen's house

Shiver and Twitch

who: svetlana and open to owen
when: during all the kerfuffle with scott
where: nearish to the town hall, lurking.

Jingle Bells, Batman Smells

Who: Owen and Open!
Where: 1 maple street
When:Eight in the morning

Playing the weatherman

Who: Owen and Open
When: Early morning, around seven am.
Where: 1 maple street

Owen couldn’t really deny that the scientists were behind this now. Not when he woke up exactly the same way he had before (not in the bathtub and not hoping there would be someone else there) and with Jeremy still missing.


Jeremy? Hey, are you out there? Maybe in another house? Answer me, mate. I can't find you here and I need to know if you're okay.

The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street

Who: Joy and anyone else who stumbles across her. Likely just Chris, Bethany, or Owen, considering the weather.
When: Morning
Where: 1 Maple Street

Joy woke up from another dream with a shout. "Abby!" she shouted out, sitting up in the bed with her arms outstretched. Of course. Just another stupid, fucking dream. Taking them away from me again. She curled up on the bed, her knees almost touching her nose. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird..." She rocked back and forth for a moment before it dawned on her that she was... someplace else.