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Lose Yourself

Who: Joy
Where: East side, west side, all around the town.
When: Mid-morning


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Did somebody say cookies?

Who: Cheyenne and Glitch
Where: Cheyenne's house
When: Mid-Afternoon


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Looking for Freedom

Who: Esme and open
When: Morning
Where: The park

Esme was overjoyed to be out of her "home" and back into the semi-real world. She'd found the elevator early, and had wasted no time in getting upstairs- finding herself back in the house she'd been placed in when they brought her here. In a world that had been so inconsistent of late, she was happy to see that some things were remaining consistent. Even if they were completely insane. She'd taken a nice warm bath to wake herself up, impressing herself with how well she'd managed getting in and out of the tub, then made breakfast.


Who: Leo and Tobias
Where: Tobias' house
When: Shortly after the PM exchange

Leo had wasted no time leaving the beach hut place he'd been put in. He was no lover of solitude, in fact, another day of that and even with the ability to message people he would have been climbing the walls. Discovering the existence of some way out was the best thing to happen to him and he was so in that lift within a couple of minutes of finding it, leaving everything behind without a second thought.

Trying to Get Out


Who: Brett and Eris
Where: His place(s)
When: Afternoon

When Eris woke, she was still not feeling the best. She didn't know if it was because she hadn't taken any of her medication the day before, or because of her fever last night, or...who else knew what. The headache of all the messages back and forth, the hunger pangs, the fact that she'd wound up having to use a sink she couldn't wash things down in for facilities...there was just awfulness all around. Add on top of that her horrible feelings about her own predicament, her idea that she'd been misinterpreting everything, and Brett's perpetual silence from his computer and you had one hellish day.

So, when there was the ability to leave? She took it. Straight away, even. Even with the locks on things gone, and everything else, she was the hell out of there. She really hated it when she came up in that little house they'd initially stuck her in. That didn't help her disposition at all, particularly since she'd deliberately left the place behind ages ago. Or what felt like ages ago. But all of the things she'd left there were still, in fact, there.

I'm Going Home

Who: Camber
When: Late Morning
Where: The box, and at the end, back on Elm Street.

Camber woke with a start, curled up on the couch where she'd fallen asleep, hoping beyond hope that someone would get back to her with the keys to unlock the kitchen, but knowing they wouldn't. The bathroom hadn't been as big a deal to her - you do what you have to do. It wasn't like she was going to feel sorry if some scientist flunky had to clean up piss on the carpet.

Somewhere in her brain, though, the simultaneous lockdown of all the niceties of houses had taken her back to the woods, and not in a good way, if there was one to be had. Survival mode had kicked in: there was no food, there was no bathroom, there was no foraging this time and nowhere to run to, there was a whole lot worse it could get and she needed to be ready. And maybe that was why she was sitting here curled up in a hoodie on the couch, not the computers.

Cam was trying not to think about it. The woods. She'd slept uneasily - at least, for a while until whatever They did kicked in - and it had been full of fear and hunger and blood. Nothing clear, but clearer than it had been in a long time. She could never remember those dreams, and yet somehow, with one day of having the kitchen locked. Well, fuck. It had started out all fun and games, right? Pirates. And then almost no one on the lines all day, and she had known this was all going to hell.

When she woke up, everything looked the same. Computers, locked kitchen, everything. No new messages.
And then she saw the door. It was where Jenny's room would have been, if this had really been a big stretched-out version of their apartment. Had someone else been put in here? Was there a way out?

She got up, easily ignoring the pain in her stomach, and getting out the knife, approached the door obliquely. She swung it open with the side of her hand and stepped sideways, fully expecting something horrific to jump out at her.

No. Instead, a cylindrical, closet-like elevator sat behind the door.

Camber looked back at the computers. She looked at the elevator.
There wasn't much of a choice here, was there? She could go and get chopped up or eaten or probed or whatever it was that they were planning to do to her, or she could stay in this place. And this place had no food. And no bathroom. So she stepped in, and pressed the lighted button.

The door closed behind her.

there but here

who: kaori
where: her home
when: morning

When she first woke, and looked over the computers, she wasn't sure what to think. There wasn't anything different--until she got to the hall, to go check the computer there. Because the little button for the elevator was lit up. It hadn't been yesterday, and she had tried. So, reaching out hesitantly, she hit the button, and to her utmost surprise, it opened. It looked just like the elevator from the house, only the buttons on the inside didn't match. The floors were missing. Eventually, after some debate, she hit the up button, and took the long journey back to the surface. It was odd. She realized in a belated fashion that she knew how long the trip should have taken her, to go from the lower sub basement to the ground floor in the mansion. But she wasn't in the mansion, apparently.

That was something that was confirmed when the doors did not open up into the living room there. Instead, she was let out into her new home. The door hadn't been there previously, but that was something she was now accustomed to, and barely batted an eye at. Upon inspecting her home, she realized that she was alone there. No one was there, the rooms looked emptied and unused. She actually had to take a trip back down to her 'office' to really confirm the strange sensation that she was there but here as well. It was odd to say the least. Drawing in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, she made herself tea, and tried to think of what happened now. What moving forward was going to entail. She would need to get hold of Everett. Perhaps arrange a meeting with Stan to see if he was alright. ...there were things to do. She just needed the motivation to do them.