Oct. 18th, 2010



[ Just like the announcements said, the beach is open for use -- a bit of a grand opening to celebrate includes music, balloons and burgers and sausage straight from the grill. A temporary buffet table is set up with a few picnic benches, to the left of the changing booths. Attendants will help you get your food, will monitor the waters for any signs of trouble and will be happy to get you anything you might need for a fun day in the sun.

Swimwear, life vests, beach toys and towels are supplied for any patient venturing that way by the staff on request, but venturing into the water isn't required. If you do take a dip, you'll notice that after swimming a small distance that the area is enclosed with a high metal fence. The holes in the water-immersed sections are small enough to prevent large fish to enter without restricting some of the smaller species. If swimming isn't your thing, just sit back and relax in the sand, or chat up your fellow patients. Get to get to know the people those voice posts and videos belong to.

This is an open-style post meaning post/reply/spam threads all you like with your characters if they're going to be at the beach today. Feel free to make separate posts for your own purposes as well, this is just a mixer! ]

Oct. 17th, 2010



[The screen is filled with an image of a person from nose to neck. His mouth is an expressionless line, and his voice comes out like a bored drawl.]

I'm tired of listening to everyone complain about being here, acting like it's some kind of conspiracy. If you all hadn't noticed, this is a mental hospital. I'd trust the staff over the insane ramblings of the patients who are here to be rehabilitated. Think about that.

It's sad how gullible you all are. I'll try to get out of here as fast as I can just to get away from you pathetic losers. Wake up and smell the disinfectant.

Oct. 11th, 2010


[ voice ] 01

[ Static and rustling. When she finally speaks, it's in a very small voice. ]
Um... Ah! It's on...

[ A pause. Her voice is soft and thoughtful. ] When I asked the nurse what I was supposed to put here, she told me I could write about the dream I had while I was asleep. But it's so strange. I'm not sure what to do. Was it truly, truly not real? Can dreams feel like that?

[ She sighs quietly, and is silent for a moment. ]

So maybe I ought to be happy I'm here, in this place. Because it means a lot of terrible things never happened, in reality. And it means I can, maybe I can... remember what really did happen, and I can go on to live normally again. I am alive. But I can't help but be confused and sad.

[ She falls silent for another moment, then her voice picks up: ] My name is Euphie. I'm glad that none of us have to go through something so scary like this alone. It's nice to meet you, everyone.