This may be an odd question, to some of you, but I hope it's not rude.

Given the last few days, and the experiment that I was in -- being suddenly dropped into a home is welcome, but not so welcome. The thing is, I hate being alone. There isn't anyone who would like a roommate, is there? I have a second bedroom and I promise not to get into your way. I can cook, if anyone isn't so skilled at that ;) I just hate being alone...



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 shane]

Shane, you have Jillian on one of your computers, yes? Coudl you ask her if she can get ahold of Saj? I know he had her too...

I think he might be hurt, or something may have happened. I can't get him to PM me, and he told me he'd be right back. He was trying to get through one of his "windows"...

super smash mele!

who: saj, and eventually open to will and jillian via pm
when: ...later?
where: where'd ya think?


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.


Who: Will, and anyone currently in 2 Oakdale Drive (residing or visiting!)
When: After dark
Where: aforementioned house of "Experiment E-ers with S names...& Will"

Will had taken the long way back, in some kind of hope of finding Leah amongst the twists and turns of the town. He didn't have all the streets quite memorized -- and had gotten lost -- but as dark fell, he knew he needed to get home before something happened to Scott or himself, and started paying attention. He wasn't finding Leah and this was doing no good.

Search and Rescue.

Who: Will
When: Late afternoon
Where: Between the house and the clinic

Will burrowed into his coat, walking along the now-desolate streets of the town, retracing the steps he had taken with Leah the day before. It was a clear, sort of beautiful day, but no one was out, and the decorations of yesterday were down. He wasn't sure what was more sinister - the decorations themselves or the fact that they'd ever been up. Nothing about their abrupt Christmas seemed very pleasant.

He was very conscious of the fact that Leah wasn't with him; very conscious of the fact that she had probably come this way on her own. Her disappearance bothered him more than he could even articulate, but his attempts to convince himself that she must have been hurt somewhere weren't working very well. He walked quickly, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, scanned the snow for footprints or signs of a struggle without much hope.

[PM to Tobias]


Scott's here - back at the house. We're on Oakdale by the park, I don't know if you knew that. He's resting now, but he wanted us to let you know that he's here, and that he's okay. He was concerned that you'd be worried when everyone woke up re-set -- he wanted to know if you're okay. Leah lives here, and she's going to go for medicine, I think, in a bit. We're all trying to help.

I don't mean to overstep my boundaries, for you or for him, but I think he'd be pleased to see you when you're able.

Please let me know if you want me to tell him anything, or even if you need anything. I'd like to help where I can.


Cough, hack, wheeze.

Who: Scott, Will and Leah
When: about 7 ish
Where: 2 Oakdale drive

Scott woke up sweating, coughing up one of his lungs. Barely conscious, he got up and was halfway across the room before it occurred to him. Wait... wasn't I in the hospital? Snapping into reality with a sneeze, he looked around and looked down at himself. Yes, he was definitely back in his bedroom, wearing his pajamas. If it wasn't for the horrendous cold he had, he might have convinced himself that the whole thing had been a dream.

Joyeux Noel! Or something.


Who: Will and open to multiples ("...where's Scott?" ;D)
Where: The house
When: 8 am, promptly

Will woke to the blaring tune of "Jingle Bells", loud enough to flood the entire upper floor of the house. At first he rubbed his eyes and rolled over, wondering if someone with a sense of humor was putting their musical instruments to good use, before he realized that -- well, for one thing, it was October; for another, there were lyrics.

Will blinked awake and found himself looking at a neatly wrapped box sitting on his nightstand. He sat up. The rest of his room was reset, just as it always was; the family photos, his letters and stationary, books and clothes, all back in their place as they had for the last two mornings. But this box, wrapped in shiny paper and tied with a bow, about the size and shape of a shoebox. He was simultaneously terrified and transfixed. "Merry Christmas," he said to himself, pulling at the ribbon.

Footsteps in the hall distracted him, however, and, after a moment of deciding whether or not to just carry the box along with him, Will put it down; better see what was going on with the household than be selfish with gifts. He'd save it for a quiet moment later. He pulled on clothes quickly and headed out to see who else was awake.