NO EXITS

School's back in session, and I find myself looking for an daytime worker. Jefferson went back to college out of state, and I need someone else who can handle big animals and farm equipment. Ronan's a good kid, but I do need someone to fill dad's shoes. He can't quite stand up so much anymore

If you hear anyone looking for work, will you send them my way, please?

Alina, Ronan — I've got a basket of fruit for you to take home to your folks.

Mighty fine celebration you lot threw last night. Got to say? Truly made a man feel welcome in his first hours even if that wasn't the intent.

My friend's been kind enough to show me how to utilize this communication device. Fascinating what the future holds for mankind, I'll admit.

All that being said, if you all are accustomed to the comings and goings of folk here, is there a list of some sort for alerting people when folks show? If they are looking for someone in specific, I mean? Victor's already gone and told me a woman by the name of Brona Croft isn't present but if'n she shows up? I'd appreciate someone letting her know of my presence as soon as possible.

Thank you,
E. Chandler

Wow.

I have questions. What does that voicemail even mean? Why did the paper airplane hit me in the ear? Why does this place remind me of that time I died and god told me she didn't like me so I couldn't stick around?

Where are we? When are we? What's with the giant monolith? Compensating much? Is this more time travel?

I hate time travel.

DAHJ ASHA:

I could use your help.

[With a failed attempt of a locked filter, a video message from BB-8 is uploaded to the network. When the video is opened, BB-8 can be seen rolling back from the cell phone he hijacked from Rey so that he is in frame. A cord can be seen tracing all the way from the bottom of the frame back to an open port of BB-8's, presumably how he plugged himself into the cell phone. In the background, at the top of the frame, one can just make out an empty bed. Once BB-8 feels he is in frame, he begins rolling back and forth as way of greeting, while squealing in binary excitedly LOKI!?.]

Hi. Hello. Not to detract from everyone's fascination over the ominous (and possibly nightmare-filled) monolith, but I did have a quick PSA to make.

If you see a small terrier-like creature running about, spewing fire, and threatening death upon everyone and everything, please do not mind him (but do please mind your fingers because he can be nippy). He's mine, not a herald of demise as he may try to convince you of.

Thank you! Carry on.

I haven't had to use any kind of protection from electro magnetic interference for the last day or so. I guess that means there aren't as many monsters in the area? Is everyone okay?


[RICK]

Thank you for everything.

[SYNTHETICS]

Are you alright?

Too many of those creatures means the power flickers. Means the synthetic bodies of Dahj, Data, and I flicker. Too many times, and we may lose power completely. We're lucky we haven't already.

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.

So I managed to get some photographs. I don't see any eyes or damage despite the fact that this thing was throwing itself against the building.

[A few dozen photos of the one at her window in an upcoming log.]

It's good to be person sized again. Things were starting to get a little too X-Babies.

Has anyone ventured into creating a full movie theatre experience yet? Yes, I know there are TVs about and smaller viewing spaces, but I'm not speaking of half measures*. I'm speaking of a sound system that rattles your bone marrow, at minimum.

*(And, yes, I know there are other concerns at the moment, but you seem to have a crack team handling it...! I believe in you!)

I'm almost nine foot tall, and my clothing no longer fits. Somehow I'm not sure there's anything in the theater for me to wear aside from a giant towel or a bedsheet.

A little help would not go unpaid.

If you're incredibly small, I'd be happy to give you a lift.

The systems here are archaic. You can rest knowing that your brain waves and experiences are not being captured in the way they were in the Delos Parks. They still monitor your habits, but it's not nearly as invasive.

DAHJ:

How was the meeting with your father?

I tire of being abducted by collectors, and I regret to inform you that I will be making my leave shortly.

But query - why is there a creature outside the force field that encapsulates this campus?

What does a reset actually look like? What should I expect?

I don't mean to alarm everyone but was anyone aware of the redheaded chap in the mirror? In the library? He's a rather tall fellow. I can't remember his name but I believe he is one of us? Or was? He doesn't seem harmed or anything but I doubt anyone would want to be imprisoned in a mirror and I didn't know we had magical mirrors here. Not that I ever trust a mirror. They can always be turned against you! Even if it they aren't enchanted.

I've not left yet. I'm trying to think of ways to help him without touching the mirror myself. Don't want to join him in there! And you never know how a spell might be triggered.

Now that I know who I am and why I was in the state I was when I arrived, I'm Sam Winchester. My brother and I hunt demons and whatever else is creeping out there. I had been kidnapped. See. It wasn't anything I did, I'm not a bad guy. I'm actually one of the good guys.

I'm not planning to haunt anyone for the duration of this spectacular fuckery - I wouldn't do that to my own brother, thank you very fucking much - but it's not the first time I've died either (although to be fair, I was older), so I'm just hanging around and trying to find any false walls or secrets to this place. In case you were in a rush to know, the voices that people have mentioned are still here and they're very loud.

But someone will have to get Dolores out of the fucking freezer. Anything I've learned from Ghost is completely fucking useless, because if my rage is capable of doing anything, this whole pocket dimension would've blown up by now. You don't know me. You don't know the depths of my rage and sorrow. I can't get her out of there by myself.

Anyway, brother and sisters. This is just to let you know I'm still floating around. I'm Casper the Angry fucking ghost.

Is this Rehoboam

I was being erased

What is Derleth? I can't find anything on this campus.

They passed through the cafeteria. Maybe recently? There's a young man's body here. How do we tell a next of kin?

Are those names the dead people?! Because that's a lot of names.

Hello. I was told by a kind woman that I should introduce myself here. My name is Dolores Ab I don't rightly remember my name, but I feel like I know it somewhere. Like it's right on the tip of my tongue, and if I could just hear it, I'd remember it. Feels like there's so much like that.

You'd think that you wouldn't be able to remember how to walk or talk if you couldn't remember that. It's strange how memory works. Like we all have instincts that guide us on simple tasks we take for granted.

Do you remember your name?

My dearest friend,

Welcome to Derleth.

I am so sorry I could not be there to greet you myself, but I trust you'll find your way around soon enough. Most of the students have not yet arrived for the new semester and so I've arranged for [your?] lodging on campus. You'll find a key in your pocket. Just like old times, eh?

Should the experiment go as planned, for one week we will be able to displace time and space itself. I believe with my calculations we will be able to control the effects and no one shall be the wiser. To anyone not directly involved it will be imperceptible.

Feel free to wander the campus in the meantime. We'll begin the experiment at [muffled] Hall, on Thursday, precisely at midnight.

We'll show them, won't we?

Un Sacrificium Parvis ob Adagnitio.