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?

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Hi. I'm Esme. I don't think we've met.

At least they're letting us communicate with other people this time. Much better than being completely isolated.

Surely they didn't put someone named Jack in a room with a canopy bed, right?

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Not quite a canopy bed, no. Nice to meet you, Esme. As much as you can meet a person in a situation like this.

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It's nice to meet you too. At least it's better than the last time I was alone, I have someone to talk to, and computers are easier for me to communicate through anyways. So I guess they left you some place that looks like home? Because mine looks like my bedroom at home.

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Sort of. They left me in the last place I was comfortable. My old workshop. I apprenticed there when I was seventeen. The only change is a low slung military cot in the corner.

It's weird that we have so many computers. Why not have just one?

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I don't know. I assume just to inconvenience us. You're the only person who's messaged me so far, although I left messages on the other computers, just in case.

If they don't respond back, I'll be bugging you a lot, I'm sure.

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Feel free to bug away, sweetheart. It's giving me a reason to avoid the workbench. I found myself starting projects before I noticed what I was doing. Do you have anyone that has a use for a third of a chair?

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Well, if you put some wheels on it I could use it as a backup wheelchair, I suppose. At least you're keeping busy, though.

Do you know a girl named Salem? She's on another one of my computers. And you wouldn't happen to have Leo on any of yours do you?

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Hey,that's always a plan! I've not seen a wooden wheelchair in a few years. Could be an interesting project.

Sorry, sweetheart. I don't have a Leo on my computer. I've got a shane and a Kaori, though.

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Kaori's really nice. She helped me out a lot after the fire in our experiment. Shane I don't know- wait, was he the one who met up with Joy? Glad he survived that.

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She seems rather nice, from what I've gathered. And yeah. Blonde guy. I haven't met this Joy. I haven't heard good things. Is she really that nuts?

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From what I remember, yeah. She drank, like constantly and was generally not a nice person at all. Ask Shane if you want to know more, but if we ever when we get out of here, I'd avoid her if you can.

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Yikes. I'll make sure to steer clear of her, then. When we get out of here, I'll make sure to give her a wide berth. Thanks for the heads up.

 - pm to jack

Hi Jack. It's Shane. This is way too fucking much like my experiment. What's going on with you? Where are you?

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Shit, hi Shane. At least I know where you are. I'm in a workshop. Woodworking. It looks so much like the one I apprenticed in I thought I'd gone back in time for a minute. You?

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Hey. I think it's a theme, then. I'm back in my highschool dorm room. It's...kind of fucked up, it's so accurate. So I feel vaguely creeped out, yet comfortable at the same time. Which...you know, I really had enough issues, without those two emotions being connected in my head...

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I know exactly what you mean. I feel like I'm seventeen and gunna get the crap kicked out of me by my girlfriend for not calling her back. It's pretty terrifying and strangely comforting all at once.

What's weirder is that the workshop where I was apprenticed has been closed down for the last five years. I don't know how they worked all this out.

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Did you have a violent girlfriend? But yeah I know what you mean. I keep half expecting my old room mate to come in bitching about his woman too. And I'm kind of wondering where the hell they even got some of this shit from...I was kind of a collector at one point, and some of this shit....yeah. I'm going to stop there before I start sounding like someone far creepier than I am.

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Nah, she was great. I needed a smack over the head now and then. She was a really good girl, y'know? One of a kind.

The only thing creepy about this is the situation. I mean, these tools even -look- like the ones I used to use. The saw still has that stupid smiley face gary carved into it on the handle. I don't even know anymore.

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Hello, Jack. My name is Kaori. I was in town yesterday, I'm a psychiatrist, and I am apparently in my old office from my experiment. It's fairly jarring. The elevator does not work, however. What is your situation like? Are you in a mansion(which would put you upstairs of my experiment)?

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Hi, Kaori. Nice to put names to computers. No, I'm not in a Mansion. I'm in what appears to be a section of my old apprenticeship workshop. The only thing missing is the foreman yelling at me to get my head out of my ass.

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Ah, I heard from someone else in another message that they appear to be in part of their old home...so we've obviously been placed in familiar surroundings. And I suppose of things that could be missing from such an environment, that would be a positive thing... :)

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It's still pretty much a mindfuck. I don't know why anyone would go to all this effort. How're you holding up?

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I am alright. Thank you for asking. I'm comfortable in this environment. Mostly I'm wondering how long a duration this will wind up being. Isolation is never that good on the psyche, and I know a lot of participants were part of an experiment where they were isolated for an extended period of time already. Would you let me know if you hear of anyone who's distressed? I know trying to calm people down via text isn't the best way to go, but I hate feeling like there's nothing I can do at all.

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If I come across someone that I think needs some real, genuine help I'll definetly give you a buzz. I'm not too good at the heart to heart stuff. I'll pass along messages happily, though. I think that the people in these experiments need a breakdown like they need a hole in the head.