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I miss feeling like I really know people

I miss tattooing people.

Guys, I figured out how to add an emoji to my name! It's a wine glass! Isn't that fun??

So it looks like the witches and the vampires are having private parties, so neat! I was thinking about trying to get us all together tonight, but since those two groups are busy, how about brunch tomorrow? We could do it picnic style since there's so many of us, maybe take advantage of all that space up here on p8 (I love it up here, oh my gosh there's the cutest little conversation pit, HOW FUN!), and I'll make mimosas and quiche and I know the vampires can't have any but I'll still give you guys fancy glasses and cocktail umbrellas so you can feel included! Sound good? 11 AM! RSVP please so I know how much food to make.

[11:25pm]

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I debated whether or not to say anything but I think at this point we all know we're [...] something [...] different here. Maybe it'll help figure out WHY we're here, if we have a bigger picture.

I don't know what I am, or what the name is really but there's a chance that if you touch me, or I touch you, I'll see how you're going to die.

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or how you already died? if you're a vampire. I don't know. I've never met a vampire before. Or maybe I have, and I just never knew it. But I certainly never touched one.

Anyway. So... [...] please don't hug or touch me or anything, okay? Thanks.

[10:10pm]

Hello lovely tower neighbors,

My name is Tyler Ford. Lyricist, vocalist, former alcoholic (the "former" thing is not by choice, but probably better for everyone).

I was born Clifford Albert Gibbons (Cal still gets credit, he outed it first) in Valentine, Nebraska on January 9th, 1955. Yes, the name is terrible, thank you. Yes, my new name is better, also thank you.

I'm a Capricorn.

I hate long walks on the beach because sand fucking sucks.

My favorite song is "Sweet Child of Mine" because my second mom used to sing it at me all the time, even though I was way too old for it when it released. I guess your kids are always your kids.

My favorite food used to be chargrilled barbecue chicken wings from this little place outside of Atlanta Georgia, but now I can't eat that shit anymore because someone effectively murdered and then kidnapped me, in that order and without my consent, in the 80s.

Yes, I'm still slightly bitter about that.

Those daylight bulbs the good doc asked for were for people like me. Thanks. You're a fucking jackass.

Hi, I'm a vampire, but I'm polite about it (except the "jackass" thing, clearly, but he started it).

No, I have not fed from you without your permission.

No, I will not feed from you without your permission.

No, this isn't a joke.

No, I'm not roleplaying.

Yes, I do hope that ruining this little part of the plan fucking annoys the assholes who put us here.

If anyone's comfortable sharing what they are at this juncture, that would be great, but is absolutely not required.

No, this isn't an invitation to start being absolute shits to each other. We have enough to worry about and no one owes you an explanation on anything until they're ready.

That said, I think most of us have gotten the memo so far that the people here aren't exactly run-of-the-mill at this point, haven't we?



Edit:

Alright alright, the important shit. Bear with me I've never come out like this before so I'm still riding on a bit of a high.

I eat blood. Specifically human blood. I can't survive on anything other than that and it's a colossal drag. The fact that I'm never going to be able to enjoy any of Sir Charles' baked magic is a crime.

I'm currently being fed from a pre-gathered supply of blood that the jerks who put us here gave to me. Initially they didn't give me anything so it was pretty freaky for a few days there and I fully expect I'm probably going to get punished for this somehow. Oh fucking well.

If there's a situation where the blood supply goes away, and you'd like to help me not die (please and thank you, you're a gem), there are a few things you should know.

1. I only need to eat a pint every few days.
2. I don't have to drink directly from you, and I can heal the wound.
3. If you feed me, you're going to be lethargic for a bit. This might affect things if we get tossed into more bullshit like the obstacle course, and will definitely add up with consecutive feedings, so better to avoid those.

Also, did you see we have a fucking WEREDOG? How cool is that??

[9:00AM]

My running shoes are very smelly. I hope nobody minds if I leave them outside my door on P5 to air out while I'm at yoga.

Wink wink

[8:19am, public]

I thought my task wouldn’t be too hard, until I read about the next task.

I promise everyone, if I do get my violin, I won’t be a nuisance with it. I’ll find a place to play where I won’t bother anyone. Though if anyone would like to listen, you’d be welcome to.

I know some of you might have already answered these questions, but a couple of us are trying to figure out how the subject numbers are assigned.

If you could share the following, that would be helpful:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Birthday:
Hometown:
Blood type (if you know it):

If you'd rather not share this information over the network though I'm pretty sure the kidnappers already know it, I'm going to be in the craft room for the next few hours to talk face-to-face.

[Edited - 11:02 AM]
If you could also include your subject numbers, that would be really helpful!

[10:47 am]

Is it too much to miss not being groggy and nauseated for the last week? Check people's allergies man. Not cool.

I'm Astrid, I've been too gross to even think about all of this.

Is everyone okay? Does anyone need anything? What can I do?

[around 12:45 pm]

I'm sorry, I should have asked before I had taken the liberties, but does anyone mind that I use the meditation room for my prayers?

One of the pillars of sallah is intention, and often it helps to have a separate space dedicated for such events, but I do not mind clearing space in my room if it is inconvenient for anyone for me to be in there several times a day.

Thank you.

[8:32am - Public]

well i reckon it depemds on which plkace i call home. i sure do miss blackberry dumplings with berrieds we'd pick fresh off the bush. but from my little trailer i miss my herb garden and my fixin supplies.

[9:00AM]

The feeling of waking up in a New York apartment without having to get up and type anything to get out of it.

Also a macchiato from Grind.

[8:16am]

If anyone's willing, I think it's a good idea to figure out how many people are here. Is anyone planning on exploring the town? Did anyone else try yesterday? I did with a few others yesterday, it didn't end well. We couldn't leave. I advise against trying it, it's very painful.

Where was everyone taken from? How? And when? Maybe we can establish some sort of a pattern. I was taken from my home in the middle of the night on September 9th. I live in Ogunquit, Maine. I'm originally from New York. My name is Cecilia Rynbë. I'm a registered nurse.

[8:13am, Public]

Anyone else go exploring the town yesterday? In case you didn't guess, this is a bizarre place. There's a restaurant with no staff and a ton of food in the kitchen and a completely empty hospital. That's about as far as I got. Walking Dead vibes, anyone?

By the way, I'm Noah.