The Exam: IC Community

This isn't real

this can't be real

Is this real?

What the hell?

[Eleven & Hopper]
You guys still alright? Radio silence makes me nervous.

[Red Team]
Has anyone actually tried the pools here? Like, they smell weird but everything here kind of does? I don't know, they look suspiciously like hot tubs, but I'm not sure I want to trust the water without knowing what I'm climbing into.

Second place ain't bad at all! Good job getting dirty.

Who: Blue & Richie
What: Scrying at compound Waffle House (bingo - red, 22)
When: Survivor, Day 2
Where: Compound Waffle House
Rating: Like, PG and warnings for Richie's terrible tree puns
Status: Complete

( you've got your tarot cards and ouija boards )

Since everyone is suddenly so concerned with who sold out people for food. Here's the list. Might I remind everyone that the prison offered better, more consistent food and medicine than the ration boxes and for some of you it meant those who were Yulelagged did better than those of you who weren't.

Dolores Abernathy sold out Lucifer Morningstar
Rose O'Hara sold out Charlie Mills
Ava Starr sold out Peter Parker, Peggy Carter, Richie Tozier
Victor von Doom sold out Ronan Lynch
Kylo Ren sold out Lucifer Morningstar
Luther Hargreeves sold out Lucifer Morningstar, Klaus Hargreeves
Loki Laufeyson sold out Wade Wilson
Kobik sold out Opal
Five sold out Opal
Natalia Romanova sold out Meg McCaffey
Klaus Hargreeves sold out Peter Parker
Steve Rogers sold out Tony Stark
Peter Parker sold out Tony Stark
Markus sold out Peter Parker, Connor
Bucky Barnes sold out Steve Rogers

Who: Dolores & Richie
What: An android tries smoking, we'll see how it goes (and also bingo prompt #16, blue block)
When: Day 4, morning
Where: The fire pit
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

( blowing rings around my heart )

This thing keeps getting weirder.

[Richie]

You and John aren't allergic to cats, are you?

Who: Richie & Roman
What: Roman tries to flirt with a hot person and literally runs into Richie (not hot person)
When: After this
Where: Red Block
Warnings: No!
Status: Complete

( Guess we gotta become best friends now, since you bumped into me. Must be fate. )

Knife fight happening at the fire pit to see who's leading team red. Come watch and take bets.

[Ritchie Tozier, Connor, Luther Hargreeves, Blue Sargent & Tony Stark]

Hey Folks,

I know we've all got our own social circles we've developed in this place, and more recently our attention has been pulled in a few directions, but I've noticed that you - and a few others - seem either invested in really figuring out what's brought us here, or otherwise trying to find the line between pushing back, and not making waves to keep everyone safe.

I'd like some input from a few of you, of course, but I was thinking of putting together a group that really focuses on trying to sort out what's behind everything that's happening here - I don't want the group to get too large or unwieldy, but if you think of a few people who ought to be involved, you can invite them in.

Figuring out what's coming, I think, also means maybe sometimes pushing back against what seemed to be expected of us. I'm not thinking like the Soviet-Christmas Tree-Takeover kind of pushback, but things a little more calculated and a lot more subtle.

What's everyone thinking?

The worst part of this place is that it doesn't even have a garden. But if anyone in yellow wants dinner, I'm gonna make stuff, but you have to help. Cause that's the rules. And also help clean up later.

RICHIE TOZIER

I have my blades and my seeds and stuff. Where did you end up?

Good to know that ghoul of an interior decorator my grandfather once hired kept getting work after we let him go. Color-blocking was a mistake in the seventies and it hasn't improved with age.

Shitty design choices aside, what the fuck?

Who: Richie & Constantine
What: It's a rough morning and they make it worse by arguing over why it's rough, because feelings are hard and stress is plentiful.
When: Day 7, morning
Where: Hotel hallway into Room 7
Rating/Warnings: Low (language, some references to drug use, mentions of grief/loss)
Status: Closed/Complete

( If I made you feel like you needed to pretty much kill yourself to ensure everyone’s safety I’m sorry, okay? )

Fellow forced world travelers who were in the Carstairs Zompire Murder House, we had a lot of diary entries and word puzzles and there was a fucking anagram that still haunts my dreams but in particular if you remember the poem that was all about how much Dave's life sucked?

( For those who have found the letter in this book... )

It was the answer to the puzzle on our waterlogged phones, in case anyone cares. Also it fucking figures that the last piece of the map that could be anywhere is literally an X so that's cool. X marks the spot to....there. Unless anyone recognizes that blob of land mass because I kind of don't.

Well, here is to hoping my brace doesn't rust or I'm going to be out of commission pissed as hell.

I know everyone is wet and trying to stay safe, so these puzzles are probably not a thing most people are thinking about... but the new one is from the introduction to The Island of Doctor Moreau. Which is kind of ominous?

But obviously not more ominous than the storm. So priorities, I guess.

My uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gentleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5° 3’ S. and longitude 101° W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed demented.

Who: Richie & Adam
What: Adam stops by to share a tale of 'why you should not scry alone'
When: Backdated to like, Day 2
Where: Room 7
Warnings: Talk of sad, dark, disturbing things (the effects of abuse, death, that sort of fun)
Status: Complete

( One thing that had always been true about Adam was that there were things he never talked about until he was forced to. )

[Richie]

Come sit on your person so he doesn't drown.

Finally got proper footing once I got into this janitor closet on the first floor. Don't think it's gonna be a good time either way. Too much water and not enough fucking ways to get out of it. So if anyone's got a trick to get out of this, I'm all ears.

If I ever get my chainsaw hand back, I promise to repay you the favor someday when you need your life saved.

Who: Trashmouth
What: Trying to take a nap but that fails and then there's a psychic vision and, OOCly, I fulfill a prompt
When: Day 5, afternoon
Where: Basement, yo
Warnings: Safe to proceed
Status: Completed Narrative

( He just needed like, fifteen minutes. )