Doors

[As Dallas S.]

Is there any sort of official consensus on how this thing works yet? I mean, can anyone on the planet read this right now? Is it just limited to people who might be going loony can hear another person talking in their heads? Shit, I probably shouldn't even be writing this at all

I'm just wondering how secure it is. I'm no conspiracy theorist, but if there's even a chance that the everyday citizens of Las Vegas can read this... if there's no security, or no assurance thereof... then what would be the point? I would enjoy a forum full of people who can answer my ponderings, but not if it's going to get my name associated with this mess for anyone to find.

Not that this is the time or place for twenty questions, but I'd certainly appreciate some answers. Isn't there anyone in charge around here? Authority figures are always comforting

The ubiquitous use of Papyrus as a typeface in the archaeological community continues to confound me, shame me, and make me vomit at every goddamn newsletter I get in the mail. All at the same fucking time. (I'm really sick (literally) of carrying this goddamn bucket of puke around.)

It's like using motherfucking Comic Sans for a political campaign: you can do it, but should you? Look at your life, look at your choices.

Just say no.

[As "Red". The handwriting is half-legible, half-mess, from someone that used to have school lessons, but who hasn't used them in years.]

How do you put down the beast that carries you on the other side of the door?

[Locked to Hunter W]

Going out of the country town again soon. Just a heads up.

[Public]

Dog sitter needed. Inquire within.

[As Courier Six]

I'm looking for a man in a fancy checkered coat.

Caps for information, of course. If it's good.

[Private to Harleen Quinzel]
[In the midsts of getting ready for tomorrow. He can't help but use her real name since she seemed to be missing from Joker's gang.]

Hello, Harleen. Can you confirm that our favorite house plant is still thriving?