NO EXITS

Good thing I know how to be quiet.

Picasso not so much. Guess she's stuck in my room for the week.

We barely made it back.

Gonna be a long week.

[Jo Harvelle]
You okay?

All this quiet is too loud in my head.

Anyone got a bottle of whiskey I could trade for?

SCOTT LANG
CHRIS ARGENT
JOHN MITCHELL

Alright. The name’s Ash Williams. Pretty sure just about everyone is on drugs and I’m not sure anything that’s happened is real, but that’s not new. Just had a minor head injury, so the weird note and the drugged up people in this room are making about as much sense as…well, most of the people in my hometown. Which is to say not much. And apparently from all the posts, either I’m still stuck with the bag of assholes and his annoying as shit kids, everyone here is on something, or this head injury is worse than I thought. I’m leaning towards the second one. Hoping for it. Cause I could use something to put up with whatever bullshit is going on right now and this sounds like the good shit based on everything you’ve been saying. I don’t want anything two of the three people had in this room, though. Not up for a bad trip right now and that looks like something even shittier than having a fucking big ass bastard of a demon falling on top of you.

Kelly, Pablo, Brandy. If you kids are out there somewhere, I’ll be on my way once you tell me where you are.