the goddess of discord and strife


Who: Brett and Eris
When: all damn day
Where: PMs

Brett was still looking around wherever they'd put him when the first notification came through.  At least, that's what he figured as he made his way to the south terminal down what was clearly a forest fucking path.  The place even had little birdies singing - he was waiting for one of them to crap on his head.  Honestly.

These are my confessions

Who: Scott (and Tobias via PM)
When: A while later
Where: There.

Scott had been pacing for a while, as much as he hated it. He didn't want to go to sleep, because he wasn't a hundred percent convinced he'd wake up, and if he did, where it would be. Right now, at least, he was safe, even if he was still just this side of pneumonia. He'd passed on Stan's message to Bri and hoped that the message got where it needed to. This was one seriously messed up game of telephone they were playing, and he was sure the scientists were enjoying every second of it.

edge of apathy (and pms)

who: janie (and pms to leo, ronnie, sophie & indira)
where: her pretendy old apartment
when: evening

She'd heard the sounds of messages. It took her a long while to figure out what she was even hearing. When she'd woken up, in the apartment she'd left in Nina, she didn't know what to think. She'd picked up the phone first, though it wasn't connected. That and she kept staring at it, wondering who the hell she even thought she was going to call in the first place. Her dad, maybe. But her dad was dead. He really wasn't receiving phonecalls right now.

After hanging up, she'd thought about Gavin. She supposedly had his information somewhere. Where he could be found. But...she didn't have that right now. She hadn't got so far as to get out of bed, and after the world felt like it was crushing back down on her, she curled right the hell back up, and went back to sleep. It was a long time later, twelve hours or so, before she roused again. Then she explored the place, in a slow, detached sort of manner. She saw old messages, but mostly ignored them. She sent the same one to everyone.

i'm noth ome. am i.

She just couldn't tell if she was relieved about that or not.

pm to jillian

Hey, Jillian? Can you message someone named Saj, and see what's up? I've got Will on the other end, worried about the guy, and he says you have contact? I guess he's not answering and shit, said he was going to try to get out a window or something. So, that ought to be fun. Go annoy the shit out of him and message him a bunch, see if you can get an answer.

Tropical storms

Who: Ronnie
Where: not Hawaii, for starters
When: early evening onward

Ronnie knew better than to really puff herself up with pride. It hadn't even been a day, after all, and there were so many people she had no idea about yet. She wondered where Cheyenne was, who she was talking to, if their messages might overlap eventually. Ronnie hoped so, she wanted to know that the people she'd endured Hell with were weathering this as well as she was. That thought kept her from feeling too pleased with how well things had gone, relatively speaking.

PMs to Camber, Glitch, and Shane

I've already established contact with one person, but not with you. My name is Addison. If you're active and able to answer this message, I would appreciate it deeply. I'm looking for a woman named Indira. If you've spoken to her or know who someone who has, I would appreciate news about her as well. Thank you.


[PM to brianna]


Who: Cam and PM to Brianna
When: Late afternoon
Where: Where else?

pms to dale and joy

looking for a doctor, it's urgent.

PM to Scott from radioland where it's always time for rock n roll: pass these along, never let the music die!


And here we have just in comin off the request line...for everyone's favorite Punk Rock Girl...Camber, this one's for you. It's one of my personal favorites, and the requester writes:

Jesse James, Camber is one of the best chicks in the biz. Her bass playing has been an inspiration for me, and while I write this anonymously from mom's basement, I want her to know that one day, I'm following my dream! Of playing just like her when the guys come over and we hit up Rock Band.

Well, anonymous, good luck with that, man. And here we have it, the moment you've all been waiting for...St. Mary, by Rancid.

PM to Adam and Stan

Who: Salem and open to Adam and Stan
When: after her message with Esme
Where: Cyberland

Moving to the other two computers, Salem sent out the same message to whoever might be on the other side of the computer.

Hello. I'm Salem. I'm not sure who might get this message, but I'm here... wherever here is. Are you okay? Have you heard from someone named Addison? Or Leo? Please respond.

Now all there was to do was wait and hope and maybe someone would know what the hell was going on.