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Jun. 26th, 2016



Does anyone know that fiddler around town? I meant to offer him a gig at the carnival, but he was gone before I could finish my coffee.

Jun. 20th, 2016


Various locks.

[Jason W.]

What's happening in the facility?

[James W. or Wes, whichever he used here.]

Thanks for the ride.


Your friends checked in, it seemed like. Did they give you any details?


You're not staying there, are you?

Jun. 10th, 2016


Cat C, Helena M

[After seeing this.]

[Locked to Cat C]
[...] Hi, you don't know me. I'm Wes. Were you in that facility when it was on lockdown?

[Locked to Helena M]
Is it always like this here?

Jun. 8th, 2016



He's dead?

[She might not be in the facility anymore, but she's outside, watching the building, having not left the area.]

Jun. 2nd, 2016



What's going on with the facility? People over there aren't returning my calls.

May. 23rd, 2016



I'd like to take a poll as to whether doughnuts at Sunday service would up attendance numbers. Does this seem like a productive measure? Or do I purchase them regardless and feed them to the birds if no one does show?


Public and locked to Cat C

Is there a local information office? Or a tourism desk?

[Locked - Cat C]

Hey, barkeep.

May. 20th, 2016


log - helena & wes

[The store was much the same even after the handoff of ownership. It was too quaint to change, and too ingrained into the town to even contemplate, that Helena was perfectly fine leaving most of it alone. Really the only addition was the new hours, a fool’s errand the previous owner tried to warn her, and not in those exact words. But that hardly mattered. She wasn’t opening up hours for his sake.

At least she had found help so quickly. With only the barest skeleton crew available on the dayshift, she had been desperate enough to make her first introduction in town as a plea. It wasn’t as bad as she feared and in no time at all she had herself a new employee and a shipment of coffee coming in, as requested.

The coffee in question was brewing right by the register. Sumatran this time, though she had an assortment of brands and flavors for her new worker to try as he liked. Whatever he ended up preferring she would add to the inventory order, but for now this would do just fine.

The chimes at the front door caught her attention, making Helena stop in her inventorying to check her watch. If it was who she was expecting, he was right on time. Grabbing the box of cans she had been inventorying, she feigned the sound of effort as she easily foisted it up and walked to the front.

Setting her box on the counter with another soft ooof sound, she turned to look at the newcomer. With her hands now free she dusted down the sleeves and front of her sea green shirt that complimented her park of dark blue jeans. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, black curls brushing her shoulders as she moved. All in all, she liked to think she looked the part. Absolutely average. Positively normal.]

Shopping? Or…? [Very quickly she realized that she had no idea what her new worker would look like, and she didn’t want to assume.]

May. 17th, 2016



I never thought I'd see this day, but here I am, wishing school was out for summer because I need a teenager or two. Who knew it would be so difficult finding someone for day shifts?

I suppose that's my roundabout way of asking if anyone knows someone who has some free time (burning love of retail optional), send them to Helena at the general store. I'm the harried one doing stock in the middle of the night.