NO EXITS

This sucks. Not sure why any of you would purposefully pull your friends out for this.

What's the rush? If we're stuck here, there's time. If we're not, that other world is way easier to deal with. It's only been three days in there, last I checked.


[ALICE QUINN]

Saw you were out. Thought you should know Q is back. He's in there.

[let's pretend these are on separate lines - they're 27 characters each or less, I CHECKED :D]

( letter to the matrix - addressed to matt murdock )

Well, a week has passed and we’re still here.

Anyone else thinking about investing in real estate?

On a more serious note I’ve made a friend with one of the ship captains who said she’d help me take a small group to the power plant to look for some of our people. It’s not without risk, obviously. And it comes with a caveat that we help her take out a harvester machine. But I’m not doing anything else this week. So, anyone interested in a little mischief?

What.

is this real
or am I
is this h

Did anyone else get drafted into the dystopian rummage sale army or is it just me?

WHO: Richie & Matt
WHAT: They finally have THAT ONE TALK
WHERE: Richie's dorm room
WHEN: NPC Invasion, Late Day 5 or Day 6? Probably Day 6
WARNINGS: Not really, just a bunch of schmoop as they get their shit together
STATUS: Complete

( I can be myself around you, and I’m not throwing that away. )

WHO: Richie & Bev
WHAT: Meeting up for burgers and cigarettes
WHERE: The dining hall, then outside
WHEN: NPC Invasion, Day 1
WARNINGS: Discussions of grief and suicide, murder clown stuff, bad things
STATUS: Complete

( You know we all love you, right? )

WHO: Richie Tozier & Matt Murdock
WHAT: Richie wakes up with a lot of different stuff going on and seeks out Matt, bringing cold pizza for breakfast
WHERE: Matt's (and technically Loki's) room
WHEN: NPC Invasion, Day 1
WARNINGS/RATING: They bone, but that part is cut out~ So PG-13, I guess?
STATUS: Complete

( What’s something that only Richie would know? )

[All of Matt's communication is Voice-to-Text]

I'd like to help out with this feast, but I'm not sure what to contribute. I'm not much of a cook. Maybe I can be part of the clean up crew?

[Private to Richie]

[...] So, how many pizza rolls did you actually bring back from New York?

[Private to Father Paul]

How are you doing, Father? Is there anything I can do for you?

[Private to Loki]

You fixed my armor.

[edited to add]

[Private to Loki's Mom]

My name is Matt. Matt Murdock. Sorry, I don't remember your name. I'm sharing a room with your son.

This is an absolutely hilarious twist on the alien abduction jokes, but I have an asshole wearing my brother's face that I have to handle. So thanks for the welcoming committee and all, but I'm going to find my way out of here.

Is anyone else I know stuck here, or is it just me?

A lesser PSA: the small, scruffy dog-like creature running around and growling obscenities is perfectly happy and healthy. Mind your hands. If he doesn't like you, you are likely to come up against teeth or helfire. If he likes you, you are likely to come up against teeth or helfire, but less of each. He answers and also does not answer to Thori, Deathripper, and Murder That Prowls. Please don't give him treats.

Thank you.

Look, I realize that there's some EXTREME fuckery afoot that doesn't have much to do with me and Imma let you get back to that ASAP but I'm having a boob malfunction. I need a bra and maybe could borrow clothes that fit, if anyone has extras?

THANKS SO MUCH. Go team.



( private message to BEVERLY FREAKING MARSH )

Hey, so, I've got a situation. A situation regarding someone else. I'm good and he says he's good, but ha, yeah, this is 'super hero' ok and not normal people ok, considering he's passed out now.

Anyways, uh, I've got a man down. Looks like some bullet and stab wounds, plus he did not land in a happy place, so he's got some shrapnel. I can get him bandaged up well enough to get him back to campus, but if anyone's got some better transport, that might be good too.

[Private to Richie]

[Matt's communication is voice-to-text]

I just checked my phone and heard the notification. I'm sorry that Dan left. How are you doing?

HEY!

Everyone keeps talking about video games, and I've got my Switch Lite, but this is the era of the old stuff. Does anyone want to head out with me? We can get everything.

Or at least Pong?

We should get at least three or four Atari's guys. This is all hands on deck and a team mission, right? We need an organized effort.

Who is game? Pun intended.

I will be seeing what I can find by way of medical supplies. If anyone would like to assist me, I would appreciate it. I will...of course need to find a way to obtain money for it if stealing it is a little too dangerous. I'll have a list of things that we need at the clinic.

[Ethan]

What are your plans in this time?

My first thought about this world: at least it's not the 60s.

My second is realizing our 3rd birthday would have just passed. And now I feel old.

Filter: Hargreeves

You ever wonder if there's a possibility that we could land in OUR world again and end up running into younger father dearest again?

Filter: Ritchie Tozier

Are you doing okay? I know he was a friend.

Filter: Stephen Strange

Rumor has it (hah) that the ghosts are not entirely gone. I guess that might potentially call for a replenishing of that protective charm?

Assuming it doesn't once again lead you to being attacked and then acting like you're totally fine and telling everyone not to assess you.

Hot Tip!: Apparently bottomless brunch in this world includes mimosas. Just downed twenty in less than an hour.

To Those in the Know: These nasty pond water looking bratwursts people peddle out of a cart — hosts of bacterial infections or undiscovered delicacies? Also how many times can I ride the underground train with a single ticket before one of the long mustachioed gentlemen in the funny caps tells me to get off?

RICHIE:

I hope you'll give me a day to tour around the city and explain things.

Our frie

WHO: Matt & Richie
WHAT: Richie's exhausted af so he goes for a break to see Matt, who tells him his Daredevil secret and they do some accidental mind-melding (or Richie does, oop)
WHERE: Room #103
WHEN: Day 5, I think?
WARNINGS: None, really
STATUS: Complete

( But what you described… you *understand.* )

WHO: Eliot Spencer & Richie Tozier
WHAT: New roommates meeting
WHERE: Common area, gettin' some COFFEE so that they may live
WHEN: Backdated to Day 1
WARNINGS: Alas, no
STATUS: Complete

( Magic? Superhero? Something else? )

private message to victor frankenstein, medical doctor:

Hey, so. Where you at? Can you come help a bleeder? There was like a whole thing that went down and I realize you don't have like a ton of supplies in the dorms, probably, but maybe some duct tape will do the job?

With a box of scraps*, I have made two (2) more proton packs. I still only have one trap but it takes at least three (3) people to catch a ghost.

Who's with me?


OH, I'm supposed to talk to a Rick about a containment unit?


*it wasn't a box of scraps

… Did something happen last night?

( ... )

Who fucked with the barrier? Who opened it?

RICHIE:

We have to find our mutual friend before any of these ghost hunting maniacs do.

Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. Many of you seem to be experiencing emotional distress. How may I assist you?

[the following are under separate filters.]

( Rocket )

( Tim Stoker )

( Anita Dickenme )

( Tandy Bowen )

( Carver )

There's some sort of field around this island that's preventing me from opening portals to get us off this island.

I'd almost think that something wanted us here.

[Voice to Text]

I thought we'd be sticking around Port Royal for longer, otherwise I would've brought this up sooner. While docked, Richie and I did a bit of exploring around the Southern coat of the island, and found a cave. When we went in, we were attacked by pirate skeletons. But after getting past them, we came across some treasure. So, I don't know. If you're still there, check it out? There might be more.

RICHIE:

Have you reached our mutual friend again? I've spoken to him a few times, but I have not been able to contact him since we've been on this ship. I've tried several ways, but it's like there's something blocking it.

I wondered if you might have the time and inclination to help me with something.

[Private to Richie]

[All Matts responses are voice-to-text]

What are you doing right now?

Found a flyer among many that told of today's date. It's the first of October apparently.

Happy birthday, fellow siblings!

Someone just let me know when we get to land please and thanks.


[ooc: cw for mentions of drowning in comments]

So … We might have to pick up some new dining hall chairs at the next stop. Just saying.

So what exactly is there to do around here?

Who's been messing with the doors on the third floor? I found scrapes and scratches on several of the doors.

[TW in comments: Horror imagery, gore.]

WHO: Richie Tozier & Matt Murdock
WHAT: Talking about the 1950s week and where to go from here
WHERE: Campfire Clearing
WHEN: Rest Week, Day 2 - somewhere around there
WARNINGS: Not really!
STATUS: Complete

( Starting a garden was just - not as simple as one might think. )

i need someone between 5 foot 10 and 8 foot tall, some soup crackers, a shovel and mug of hot chocolate

and an egg




hardboiled

Okay, real talk. Does anyone out there do like, tarot cards? Or some kinda channel-ey mind powers-ey thing. Could even be a Zoltar crystal ball, I don't care.

Also if you see a watermelon with a face around, it's mine. It donated some seeds for a garden in the green clearing so we might have watermelon sangria soon if anything is actually allowed to grow here, you're welcome.


( private message - dan )

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