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undiagnosed

[a voice crackles in over the radio:] Hey, Blanche Barrow. Tom Jones. Put your idiot Tupperware away. You'll never get that shitty spaghetti sauce stain out of it. Probably tasted like gross water. Use a potato next time, Jesus!

[nice. really pleasant.]

So what's the verdict on people who disappear? Buried in the woods or dissolved in acid? My bet is the woods. Vats of acid are a pain in the ass to get, especially shipped up to some backwards ass town like this. Just a heads up, if you see some extra green grass or a gross dip in the ground then you probably don't wanna start digging.

[...]

If you see vats of acid, though, you can dunk your head into it. You get one freebie. Oh, and Harding? If you're listening in on this, your wife's cheating on you. Eat shit and die, thanks. Over and out.

peninhand

Hey everyone! Monika here.

Last month has been very difficult on all of us. When I was down there, I saw a lot of people I'd never talked to before. Like me, they were there to save those of us who had been kidnapped. And then, a man I'd never seen before helped me when I was attacked, even though he had no idea who I am. Someone I didn't know was ready to risk his life for me. That made me realize even though we don't really know much about each other, we all share something. We know we shouldn't be here, we know what dangers we face. We're in this together, and amidst the misery this bond is something we should cherish. A thread that connects us and keeps us grounded in reality.

So I've been thinking perhaps we should get to know each other better! I'm planning to host a meeting sometimes within the coming weeks. Something for all of us to gather and get to know each other better. I'm not sure on the date and location yet, I'll communicate it later. And I know it's not easy for some people to talk. Sometimes you just don't know where to start. And formal introductions can only go so far.

That's why I would like you to write a poem and bring it with you. Don't worry about the form or the content. We're not trying to be Shakespeare here. Just put down your pen on the paper and let the ink flow. Write about what your heart tells you to. And then, share this poem of yours with everyone else attending. Think of it as a way to break the ice. I've made some of my best friends by sharing my love for literature in this manner. And I've learnt a lot about friends I already had by reading what they wrote down.

We'll also have lots of things to eat and drink. Normal and delicious things, not this place's usual fare. I hope to see a lot of you at the meeting!

-- Monika

helloneighbor

[On the night of February 28th, just before midnight, your television set turns on with a pop! Blaring static, the snowy image gradually begins to gain clarity and definition, and the harsh white noise begins to slowly — but not completely — wind down to a dull, hissing drone. Like a radio trying to tune into the right station, two familiar voices in the middle of conversation rise above the noise.]

( Read more... )

righthandstand

I was thinking

If these bastards take our memories again, we're never going to find a way out of there.

I forgot who I really was, and I'm not letting it happen again.

So I'm going to write down everything. I'll make sure that if I wake up thinking I'm actually from 1961, I'll have all these notes telling me the truth
I'm not going to believe anyone but myself anyway

Just saying

maybe this could be a good idea

purplejaguareye

[Kipo's back from her underground adventure. And while she made it out with only a few scratches and gashes to show for it, she's overall okay. Not that can be said for the people who came back from the lab. She's been helping her dad with his injuries, but she takes a moment from that to post this.]

So how's everyone doing? Not great, I imagine. If anyone needs help, I'll try to help in whatever way I can.

Is there anything we can do to make sure something like this doesn't happen again?

ourworldnow

[A young, cheerful voice comes over the airwaves, accompanied by the idle strumming (for now) of a guitar.]

Helllllo Santa Rosita. Louis here- just arrived and happy to be alive. Let’s skip the normal oh my god, what even bit for now. I’ve come, I’ve seen, I ate at the lunch party. Hey there, new mom and dad!

I have a much more important moral quandary for all you good people. It’s 1961, yeah? And, uh, I’m from not then. I don’t even know if my original flavor parents are alive yet. Meaning we are in prime Marty McFly problems zone.

[The idle strumming suddenly switches to (an acoustic version) of the opening notes of Smoke on the Water]

Would it be, like, totally wrong to record future hits and make a ridiculous amount of money?

[Now it’s the opening notes of Stairway to Heaven]

I’d have to stick to whatever rocks these old guys socks, I know, I know. So more like-

[He switches to Yesterday]

Oh, I believe in getting paid….

[The guitar playing stops suddenly as he laughs.]

Whadda ya think? Anyone ready to form a band? Yes? No? Get a lawyer? Give a guy some feedback.

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

[He’s going to play through that whole song (though not sing) if no one answers. Save the good people of the town and tell him to stop.]

feudalladyshandmaid

--ust speak into it." What? My hand?

[The voice of a young woman comes through the speakers, cut off at first and growing faint Like the person is leaning away from the speaker.]

Hello? Anyone, no this isn't working, is it? Of course not. Okay. Speak clearly into...

[oh dear]

Hello? Anyone out there? Someone can hear this, right? Hold on, maybe the knob-

[There's a rather startling amount of feedback static bursting out of the speaker for a couple seconds, along with a very distressed groan.]

Come on. You'd think it'd be easy as pushing a button, or-

[It cuts off there. Apparently, someone found the 'off' switch.]

thepsyingnun

Greetings.

For those I have not met, I am Sister Agatha Van Helsing. I have been mentally absent this past fortnight. Given this, I have questions for those gathered here. I have many, in fact, but will start with this:

Were you also mentally disturbed for any time this past month? If so, what do you recall? If not, what did you observe of those that were?

The gifts given appear to be the work of a child. Do any recall hearing the voice of a child before arriving here? What did it say to you?

Do any of those present have experience with the supernatural, unholy, witchcraft, or how ever else you wish to label it? I would like to arrange a meeting for us to compile and compare knowledge, if so.

Was anyone not native to this location killed during the events of the past month?

My thanks.

spaghettimonster

HAPPY 1962!!!

IT'S HARD TO CALL THIS A NEW YEAR... SINCE THIS SEEMS LIKE THE PAST TO ME.

BUT DECEMBER IS OVER! AND IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT'S SUDDENLY FEBRUARY.

HOW ABOUT.

HAPPY NEW OLD YEAR!!!

[But don't be fooled - it's the start of 1961! Despite Papyrus optimistically posting this at midnight on the dot, everything from the TV countdown to physical calendars to outstanding bills says otherwise.]

webdesigned

okay, so, the longer i'm here and the creepier this place gets, the more i feel like we need to come together and try and protect each other. maybe i'm wrong, but i don't feel like the administration or police here can help us much.

with who we're supposed to be changing all the time (that sounds crazy but i had one "family" and now i have another), and people like the elves in the christmas village being like... that, i feel like we need to know who we have and be ready just in case

i feel like a good start is knowing who we are. who we're supposed to be. so we know if something is wrong. right? okay. so me first:

i'm peter. i'm from queens. i graduated from midtown science almost a year ago. i was raised by my aunt may. i like science and skateboarding and photography. that last one isn't as alliterative, my bad. i worked as a photographer but i'm also good at repairing things, mechanical stuff.

i know this talking about yourself thing is uncomfortable. dude, it took me like an hr to think of like 4 sentences. i just think knowing we're not alone and knowing each other enough to know something might be wrong is important.

fanoperator

I just got dropped in the lake someone come rescue me. ... Those teleporting doors, this time it deposited me in the lake, I almost died. ... The village looks abandoned please someone come help i'm freezing ... Please come help and also maybe bring some spare blankets ... What if we set up a camp here for people who are getting teleported out here in the cold without jackets? Lake or not. ... I'm burning a holiday wreath for warmth. If I can figure out how to light a fire. Please someone come help.

((After getting dropped in the lake the first time, Huaisang will be helping to organize an emergency warmth station at the abandoned village, with blankets and food. Of course, this means that you'll have to find a way to get through the blizzard with those blankets and food, but you'll probably be grateful for those efforts later!))

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