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Who: Noah and Val
When: around 2 PM
Where: the study

( out of fucks to give )

Who: Val, Lana, and Kai
Where: Room 3
When: 9am

( find your center, stay balanced, don't fall )

Who: Cecilia, Pam, Owen, Jack, Marco, Kiley, Rhett, Val, Juno, anyone else on the lawn out of curiosity. Minithreads for each box of joy/horror.
When: 11:30
Where: Front yard

( omgwtfgtfono )

Who: Val
Where: Theater, then to her room
When: Morning

( and her ears were STILL ringing )

Who: Val
Where: Around town
When: 9:00am - 10:15am-ish

( where to hide when you don't know where you're going )

Who: Eddi and Val.
Where: Theater.
When: Early afternoon.

( this is all very unexpected brain shutting down )

Who: Kai, open! Multiples okay!
When: 3:30pm on
Where: Second floor patio

( Everyone should do this at least once in their life. )

Who: Val and Pam
Where: 2nd Floor
When: Around 4:30pm

( food, decorating, and socializing )

Who: Val
Where: Laundry room
When: Afternoon

( clean clothes were such a simple pleasure )

Who: Val and OPEN
Where: The path back to the mansion
When: Around 10:45am

( ...and everything just gets all the stranger )

Who: Ariel and open
Where: Her room, common area
When: 8:40ish am
What: The shitteth hath hitteth the fan... eth


Ariel's favorite mornings were the ones that started with a slow wake up where she could just laze about in bed for an hour or two until hunger chased her out of it. So when awareness began to creep back to her and bring with it the sensations of warmth and comfort, it was long-established habit for her to tuck the thick duvet under her chin, roll over, and attempt to go right back to sleep. For about two minutes, until slight, unfamiliar discomforts began to register - a tugging pain in her arm when she'd rolled, body aches, the unaccustomed sensation of being clothed while sleeping (something that usually didn't even happen unless she was blackout drunk, which wasn't often.) She fought to open her eyes, managing to get one in a sort of half-squint that really did nothing but make her look like a nearsighted pirate.

Once she managed two eyes mostly open, her confusion grew. While nice, the room she was in wasn't the bedroom she was used to sleeping in. And she didn't remember going home with anyone the night before. She struggled to sit up, using what felt like monumental effort to get up on one elbow before flopping back down to let the sudden spinning in her head subside. Finally, she sat up, pushing hair out of her face, but stopped mid-motion as she noticed three things - the hospital gown she was wearing, the IV in her arm, and the hospital bracelet. Subject? The fuck? Spotting the camera on the wall - okay, creepy - Ariel waved. "Hello? Someone want to come in and tell me what the fuck is going on?" Her voice was hoarse and it took a few tries to get any sound out, but she managed. This was no hospital, she knew that much, but she gave it a few minutes anyway. When no one came to give her answers or indeed, gave any indication that she'd been heard, she ( ran out of patience. )