Crown Plaza IC

I'm not saying that I found a copy of the Rocky Horror Picture Show in the projection booth of the theater this morning, but if I had hypothetically found one... Who wants to dress up with me?

Dibs on Frank. Because I already have the costume.

I seriously need to spend more time outdoors so...who's up for some birdwatching?

I'm making gumbo tonight. Come if you want, or not. I'll try to make enough for whoever shows up.

It's a good thing I'm a nosy bitch because the hotel has taken to leaving my shit in weird places and sticking the note all the way at the bottom of the box. I considered taking up scrapbooking as a new hobby, but it looks like gardening is my calling. Or it's the direction I'm being pointed down by the almighty and suspiciously quiet powers that be.

[Joey]
Do you know how to render fat or am I going to have to bribe your dad to teach me?

[Gilmore]
If you could carve out a me-shaped spot in your terribly busy schedule, I have things for us to do. Also, I finished one of your skirts so come model it for me and tell me what an amazing job I did THANK YOU.

I took advantage of the open bar and now I'm paying the price. The sound of my own breathing is too loud. I never thought the lemon liqueur would betray me like this. Anybody got a cure for a hangover? Otherwise I'm sleeping in the tub until food sounds good again.

[ ciri ]
tell me a funny joke? i feel awful

[ conrad ]
how's your head this morning?

Anyone else having a difficult time sleeping?

Is there a doctor in the house? Preferably one that my dad doesn't think his children have bribed to conceal lingering medical conditions I just need someone to glance at my insides so my dad doesn't have an aneurism every time I try to take the stairs.

When they said resurrection had some side effects, I didn't think blacking out and ending up in Scotland would be quite this high on the list. So what fresh hell got cooked up in my extended sabbatical from life, huh?

There seems to be a lot of activities being thrown out in the wake of our last excursion, so I thought I might add one to the list just in case anyone was still looking for something interesting. This is, I will admit, also a very selfish suggestion. I haven't had to sit still this long in quite a while. I'm beginning to understand the phrase "climbing the walls" better than I'd like to. Even given the strangeness of it all.

Art class? Or, I suppose, an art salon is more appropriate. Exploring different techniques, mediums, subjects. Perhaps someone will volunteer to model. Let's all be terrible at something together. Unless you happen to be a wonderful artist, and then we'll all shower you in oohs and ahhs as a form of bonding.

So, is there a newspaper in this place? A magazine? Anyone who'd like a reporter on the books? Or even for free?

Also is there a women's group of any type? Reading, wine and gossip, superpowers and wine? I spend my day surrounded by men at work, and I've found that it's always nice to have more women's friends.

That was some bullshit. Dad got me a nice souvenir out of it though.

[Jughead]

Just so you know, I'm pissed at you.

[Backdated to the 13th]

Richie uh died.
The idiot hero He saved me from my dad but took a massive injury. My strangely alive very much dead dad still controlled by the Overlook when we're no one near Colorado.

I don't know who was his friend, but I wanted to say something.
I'm sorry.

It seems like a lot of the bad shit from people's worlds is showing up here. I haven't seen it yet, but if anyone comes across anything blue and glowy, don't touch it. Don't let it touch you. And if you see anybody blue and glowy, you're gonna want to move far away very slowly. It's infectious. Only there's nothing you can do about it once it gets you. Radiation is the only thing that kills it, and that's not really great for you. Unless someone here happens to have a fusion bomb on them.

If any of the kids want to hunker down somewhere, come to the library. We're gonna sit around and read each other our favorite stories.

I don’t want to be paranoid, but I’m being stalked.

Did anyone find anything, like, extra weird this morning or was that-- Nope. Never mind. Don't actually want to have that conversation.

To paraphrase the immortal words of the Wu-Tang Clan, it's time to bring the motherfucking ruckus.

[Gilmore]
If you're not morally opposed to some light breaking and entering, I know exactly where we can find that stuff you were looking for.

Who: Dan Torrance and Joseph Wilson
Where: The hallway
When: Backdated to the 5th
What: Catching up again
Status: Closed, in-progress
Warnings: Currently none, but will update if needed.

( Herbal Tea and an Acupressure Pillow )

As far as inter-dimensional kidnappings go, this one is surprisingly pleasant for the first five minutes.

Titans, sound off?

It appears that the medical facilities have gotten a bit of an upgrade over the weekend. I would sincerely hope that this doesn't affect anyone's daily life, but should you have a concern, I have more diagnostic tools available now.

And, as always, I am licensed to prescribe. So if anyone has needs in that regard, I would love to help.

When inspiration strikes, it strikes quickly and demands to be paid attention to. That said, I need...

• Someone with a beard.
  
• Someone to hold a camera.
  
• Someone strong who is willing to help carry buckets of liquid upstairs.

Doesn't need to be the same person for all three. Not even for the same project. And yes I know it's weird but it's probably not weird in the way you think it's weird.

Then again... y'all are also weird, so it might be.

It's really starting to feel like everyone who shows up here is just going to get sent home eventually. Or wherever.