The Exam: IC Community

Anyone not already holed up in the basement I'm getting ready to put a shield up that should protect the basement and the floor above from the worst of the weather. If you can grab any plants you can find on the way down and add them to the pile near me I'd appreciate it.

For anyone going outside, the barrier's permeable for people, so you can go out and get anyone trapped and bring them back in without me needing to bring it down. If anyone spots any gaps or feels something they shouldn't, come tap the edge of my circle roughly where it is and I'll reinforce.

I know at this point we're kind of like 'oh, it's dark as fuck outside, wonder what will happen, maybe storm, maybe not, y/n??' And not to harsh anyone's mellow but this TED Talk is to inform you that there's a storm coming and it's literally going to chew up the hotel and spit it out in a pile of debris. I'm like the world's shittiest seer but that vision was pretty clear cut.

The erupting volcano was less clear cut, so I'm thinking either we all perish in the storm OR get burned up by lava in the next room.  Either way, it's crispy.

But maybe focus on the issue closest first, so.  Do we actually have a plan re: the super storm?  Like, yeah, we could bring the beach chairs inside but I saw that sides of hotel walls were missing so it might take a little more prep, if we can't figure out a way to stop it entirely.   
    
( I even drew a picture of it because that's what you do when you get psychic visions. )

There's like, lightning and rain and look, I already said I'm a shitty seer but doingmybest.gif

Who: Blue & Richie
What: SUPER-CHARGED SCRYING
When: Day 4, evening
Where: Hotel lobby
Warnings: Rocks fall, everyone dies
Status: Complete

( She was the prime Starbucks table, the one everyone wanted to sit at. So this would be interesting, if nothing else. )

This puzzle doesn't fill me with a lot of confidence that the weather is going to clear. If I've got it right, it reads: For many days we had been tempest-tossed. Six times had the darkness closed over a wild and terrific scene, and returning light as often brought but renewed distress, for the raging storm increased in fury until on the seventh day all hope was lost.

… which is the opening sentence from The Swiss Family Robinson. If you weren't as big on books as I was as a kid, it's about a family that shipwrecks near an island and has to learn to survive there.

So maybe everyone planning around a storm has the right idea, is what I'm saying.

How sure are we that that new puzzle isn't just a tweet from Cher?

Has anyone met Bellamy Black, Clarke Griffin, and/or Monty Green? They're my people.

I understand that focusing on the images to spell out a pirate shanty might have worked yesterday, but given the circumstances of our situation, it's doubtful it would be that easy today. However, anyone who manages to listen widely to music would know the artists on the covers to spell out the correct response. Don't convolute it, they gave us half of it at the start.

The answer is obviously "Treasure Hunt", if you don't want to solve it yourself or have the musical tastes of my brother.

Who: Richie & Dan (and Rose toward the end)
What: Doing some work to help with that Deadlights beastie
When: Day 2, early morning
Where: The beach, physically, but they're mostly on the psychic plane and in Richie's head~
Warnings: It's an acid trip, idk
Status: Complete

( I’ll lead. You keep breathing. )

Did anyone else look at that puzzle and think they had a stroke? Or is it just these meds.

Also I think I accidentally got myself adopted into a cult family.

Anyone else sleep all day?

[Richie]

You still around? Survive the last place? Sorry. I got kind of sick at the end of it there. Was pretty out of it.

Okay, real talk - any one out there who does the whole 'magical healing' thing? Because I'm sure we're all aware that many of us got our asses kicked by goat demons in pseudo-Russia (what the fuck even was that anyway, I mean, I'm not surprised but what the fuck was that) and you don't have to respond publicly but. I could just really use the assist. Will pay in cocktails with umbrellas in them, or we'll figure something out.

Also that weird picture vomit on our phones spells out Fifteen Men on a Dead Man's Chest, and you can't convince me otherwise.

Fuck. Me.

I have never been so glad to walk through a fucking door in my life. No wonder the Russians are all hard as fuck if they have to deal with the threat of that shit hanging over them every Christmas.

apt building's on fire

anybody still in needs to get out

I realize that some of you may not be interested in supporting a rebellion for a variety of reasons, be it the potential cost to you personally, the fear of retaliation, or the fact that you rolled on a bunch of us and you don't want us all to find out. And ind i'm not here to convince you. Your decisions are your own.

But for those of you who aren't interested in slowly starving to death in a Soviet Christmas Prison, I have a plan.

I think we've all noticed by now that most of the weapons we've been able to gather have been glorified gardening supplies. But those of us who've been to the yulelag all know that the prison has a pretty massive cache of axes and sharpeners. I think the move here is for as many of us as possible to go where the weapons are, and fight our way out.

Who: Constantine & Richie
What: John's dying, RIP - they exchange words, important ones
When: Day 6, evening
Where: Apartment 18
Warnings: There's a lot of talk about puking
Status: Complete

( He was too contrary to die happy. But he’d die less angry, which meant he stood a reasonable chance of not haunting this miserable place. )

[Filtered Against Soviets/Irma]

So I haven't been here long enough to work out who is who or who needs what but I have medicine and I'm happy to give it to whoever needs it because it's glaringly obvious that there a lot of sick people here in need of help.

Since you seem pretty familiar with the black market, can you do me a solid? John's really sick again. Like it's worse than last time. Can you get the right medicine? If not, let me know, I'll do it on lunch but I could get turned in by someone else this time.

Who: Richie, Constantine, Dan, and Rose
What: Tempers get a little frayed on the toy line; Rose and Dan squabble, John and Richie long for popcorn.
When: Day 5, afternoon
Where: Toy Factory
Rating/Warnings: Low (language, references to death, verbal threats of violence/homicide)
Status: Closed/Complete

( Easy solution - just wait until the prison break, you can use each other as human shields for bullets. )

Okay so I just got here and I'm like 99.9% certain that I'm hallucinating the shit outta this or maybe I hit my head too hard on the last job.

Also? I am not feeling this cold, in the slightest.

So in college once, I had a roommate whose friend left a bottle of gin in our fridge. One night we got so fucked up we just drank everything else from the fridge with the gin, like, mixing it together - ketchup, mustard, the works.  Our vomit was super sad and everything also tasted and smelled like Pine-Sol for some reason.

That describes my experience in Christmas prison, for the most part. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.