Well, that settles it.

So. Did anyone else get freaky boxes filled with crap or was it just us? This is like those fucking masks all over again. As if that wasn't bad enough.

Bethany, I'm gunna try to get out to you today. Heads up.

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We've received a box of creepy puppets. The marionette kind? With a stage and hand organ and everything. It's very weird. ...what masks?

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A few of us got these masks before we were put in here. The oldschool porcelain ones. They had some nasty crap written inside.

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That sounds creepy. What was written inside? If you don't want to say, I'll understand. But like... 'die, die, die' or something? Or more something cryptic? Or personal? I've been trying to look over the journals and such, and I'm learning not a whole lot, but it looks to me like the experiments were all pretty different. Like we never got anything like that.

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Something from a poem called the ten little indians. Specifically, the part where someone dies a lot. Not exactly my idea of a good time. I wasn't in an experiment, either. I'm a volunteer. Or I was. I guess I'm now a labrat.

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Oh god, you poor guy you. Volunteer to go help a bunch of people and you wind up in this situation? That's awful, I'm sorry. And the ten little indians thing sounds creepy. :(

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I got one, but on the inside it wasn't that. Um...something about growing a soul.

Guess they missed the mark. Still soul-less.

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Oh, I doubt that. Soul-less, I mean.

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Well...it's good to know someone around here is still optimistic?

Or agnostic?

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We got a bunch of pretty stuffed animals. It kind of reminds me of home.

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We've got some curious period costumes.

 - interesting!

What kind of costumes? Do they fit people? It'd be lovely to get to take pictures of people in period clothing! :)

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I think so but I'm not precisely sure we should be trying them on. Goodness knows what they've stuck inside. People are making me paranoid...

Honestly, it's like they tried to raid my closet...

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You're expecting the clothing to be boobytrapped? And tried to raid your closet?

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The way people are talking? Yes. I was in E. We were the control group. So anything everyone else experienced, we didn't.

I normally wear Victorian Gothic clothing. Although the flapper thing really isn't me. Still, I like the hats...

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Would you mind if I wanted to do a photoshoot sometime? I realize this might come off as stunningly inappropriate considering the circumstances, but I say if the things that people enjoy in life stop, then there's not much point going on, is there?

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Oh um! Well... I'm not much of a model but if, some day the snow lifts and you still want to, I suppose I could give it a whirl. Might as well do something to occupy the time.

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I'd very much like to! And trust me, I'm sure you'll do just fine! Thank you! :)

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We got a huge model train set. Which was just kind of weird as opposed to anything else. I mean, unless trains really freak you out, some kind of train phobia, or mini-things phobia. I second Chick there. What masks?

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This was before we got stuck in these houses. a bunch of us got these really detailed painted masks with some nasty shit written inside.

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That doesn't sound that bad, but I think I'm probably missing something.

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I honestly don't know. I've never dealt with shit like this before.

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We have a doll house which matches the layout of our house perfectly, complete with tiny doll doppelgangers. In period clothing.

I personally do not see the function of any of this.

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I don't think there is a function, other than their fucking with us.

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Wait - are the dolls really dopplegangers of you guys? (Creepy. I hope no one in your house is into voodoo)

But my point is: we got the period clothing. Are we all being combined somehow? This is just fucking odd.

 - sorry!

I just realized that I hijacked your journal for that conversation...I'm really sorry about that. <3

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Hah! No need to apologise. Feel free to converse.

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You're a sweetie. :)

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A bunch of the world's most useless and annoying musical instruments showed up in our house. I wonder if they're trying to tell us something?

 - it's as good a theory as anything

That we should all embrace our inner children?

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That or we're useless and annoying. I'm Scott, by the way. Token old queen here.

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Hey, everything can be useful! Even weird old instruments. Recorders are used by third graders everywhere but you can still play fun songs on them. ;) And hello, Scott, pleased to meet you. I'm Cheyenne, not sure I'm a token anything, but I'm sure I'll figure something out.

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It reminds me of play therapy. Have you heard of this? It's a concept where, through playing - dolls or art or or reinactment - people will reveal their inner anxieties or problems. Usually with children, who find it hard to articulate, but I suppose it could be used with adults.

Of course, here I'm not sure it's entirely necessary for us to reveal our inner anxieties. They're sort of out for public exhibition.

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I've read about what you're talking about. I suppose it could be, if people knew what they were doing, and if there was a shrink around to tell us why it is we draw black houses with no windows or whatever it is that comes out. But it could be, I guess. It's as sound a theory as any!

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Maybe they want you all to make sweet music or something.

Wait.

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Ours was a train set. But no masks, yet.

Alright. I'll try and get out, too. We can meet halfway.

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Awesome.