The Exam: IC Community

Either I partied way too hard last night, or the girl I was with wasn't who I thought, or I've been kidnapped.

None of those options are great...

Is there any love from above here?

Obviously we didn't want to lose, but I didn't want any division to come from having to vote someone out. I'll be cheering on the rest of you as the game progresses.

Alright, that last post is a mess and my brain can't handle it right now. Let's sort this out by voting? Great!

TEAM NAME - choose one
Byzantium
Oh la la baguette

TEAM LEADER - choose one
Dolores
Clarke

For volunteers we currently have: Gansey, Emma and myself but I am not married to the idea if someone else is really eager to step up or doesn't trust me while I'm detoxing.

What is the leader going to lead? We don't know. Could be a knife fight, could be the adventure in the next room, could be a hike through a forest we don't yet know exists here. Who can tell?

What are you volunteering for? Maybe as a volcanic sacrifice? Maybe to complete a task? Maybe to fight off more Krampus demons? I really can't say and I make no promises.

Anyone else feel like this is some kind of colorful prison?

[BLUE]
It's almost like they're mocking your name at this point sticking you in the red room. Glad to see a friendly face though.

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light-house, a three-legged thing erect on a mud-flat, shone strongly. Lights of ships moved in the fairway—a great stir of lights going up and going down. And farther west on the upper reaches the place of the monstrous town was still marked ominously on the sky, a brooding gloom in sunshine, a lurid glare under the stars.

“And this also,” said Marlow suddenly, “has been one of the dark places of the earth.”

This seems a bad time for homework assignments. I do not understand the purpose of the quiz either, there was no results page provided.

My signal must be experiencing interference from the storm and I am uncertain of my GPS coordinates. Has anyone seen my father? We somehow got separated and I am unable to connect to his network. I'm afraid the lightning might have...

Nobody is out there in this, are they?

Anybody caught outside of the main building, let us know where you are and who's with you here in this post. We can better coordinate efforts to get to you if we know where you are.

Fuck. Me.

I have never been so glad to walk through a fucking door in my life. No wonder the Russians are all hard as fuck if they have to deal with the threat of that shit hanging over them every Christmas.

If anyone needs me, please physically come and get me. I feel like warmed up shit and I won't hear you if you knock on the door. I'll be the lump under the sheets.

Well, at least chopping down trees keeps you fucking warm, even if the price is having to smell like a restroom air freshener.

My arms are really tired.

Who: Luke King & Charlie Mills
What: Is it possible to get high on toxic paint fumes?
When: Day 2, afternoon
Where: Arstotzka Christmas Toy factory
Rating: TBD - likely PG-13 (swearing)
Status: In Progress / Open

( Boredom leads to mischief, mischief leads to suffering. That's what Yoda said, right? )

Yeah, no. How do we get back to the other place?

[FILTERED TO FRIENDS* & DECLAN (I suppose)]

Time for some fucking Marco Polo I guess. Parrish? You better not have left me to deal with this communist garbage without you. Where is everybody? Any of you assholes read Russian or Bulgarian or whatever the fuck these cans are in? This shit reminds me of K

[*OOC: If they've had friendly (for Ronan) interactions, you're probably good to go here, but feel free to ping me if you're not confident.]

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I've already sketched the outside of my room.

[Filtered to Richie]
You're going to make me sign up for it, aren't you?

Hey Everyone :)

My amazing partner in business and in life who would never make me do anything I didn't want to do because I'm so good at compromise had the brilliant idea of throwing a putting together an Open Mic night this evening at the store.

It's so great that he absolutely planned this in advance and isn't asking me to phone in a half-dozen favours to our suppliers to get wine and cheese for an event he certainly didn't pitch to me literally over this morning's breakfast scones. So fun.

As a thank you for staying at the Rosebud Motel, please show us your room key to get two complimentary drink tickets (Drinking age is 19, so if you aren't 19, you'll get to sample our new non-alcoholic sparkling cider)

It would be really great if you could all stop in, shop in, or otherwise show your support for local businesses as a thank you and an apology for all of the weird things inflicted on us this week. I'm not going to say attendance isn't mandatory or anything, just that not attending wouldn't be a good look for anyone.

Patrick, that adorable business partner of mine who would never drop an intense last-minute idea on me in a million years, would appreciate if people would sign up with me if they'd like a spot in the Open Mic line-up.

There's a special circle in hell for whoever ruined my dinner.

Please allow me to cordially invite all adults to Room 7 for some delicious brownies - they're for adults only because the secret ingredient is a little bit of the chronic, if you know what I mean (and I think you do).

And like, don't all rush at once now. Form an orderly line if necessary. This isn't the Szechuan sauce from McDonald's, I don't want complete chaos all up in here.