NO EXITS

no offense to the clinic but i'd rather not drink stale blood from a bag

who's up for some fun? preferably someone who won't be weird about it after

Hey,

I'm in what probably was the journalism building. There are reports, dated ten years ago, talking about a virus that was compared to a really bad upper respiratory infection.

And things went South.

Biowarfare?

I'm usually one to keep my head down and try to avoid being noticed but...well, I'll admit that I'm entirely out of my league here.

After an hour disassociating from everything I've ever thought possible and browsing this network to get an idea of what is going on, I've managed to...get on board(?) with the circumstances and am assured that I am not, in fact, losing my fucking mind.

My name is Agathon, I'm from New York City. I'm not entirely sure how I might be able to help but, if I can, I will.

So this ball is starting to look somewhere in the realm of serious to completely whimsical. In the interest to make sure we're not completely fucked perhaps now would be a good time to make sure you have a date unless you have your heart set on stag.

Comment with your name, flavor on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, qualities you may or may not be into, maybe something about yourself, age range, etc. Even if this isn't a romantic outing for you, let's not sell ourselves completely short, shall we?

Things have taken a turn for the interesting. I'm going scouting to find out what's out there, considering it looks like it's been growing for decades out there.

You find anything strange, let me know.

I hate this place. I’m all alone no My one friend from home left.

[Vampire Julia]

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just wanted to help.

who's awake?

i can't see my face.

I pretty much have just the network right now because of my curse, sooo... When's the last time we did a no-stakes competition? I'm 100% not doing any personal question type games on here when there's a bunch of people that can't lie or can only lie. But we should establish Derleth's favorite snack. Y'know, the one that gets the most votes.

Rules:
1) Cupcakes are automatically eliminated.
2) List your top 3 favorite snacks.
3) Seriously, no cupcakes allowed.


French fries: 4
Blood: 2
Potato chips: 2
Doritos: 2
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups: 2
Chocolate Chip Cookies: 2
Pizza: 2
Flamin' Hot Cheetos: 1
Elk jerky: 1
Baked apples: 1
Blueberry Grunt: 1
Red bean mochi:1
Dark chocolate-covered almonds: 1
Applecake: 1
Funnel cake: 1
Hot Pretzel: 1
Poké Puffs: 1
Malasada: 1
Poffin: 1
Candied sweet potato: 1
Furutsu Sando: 1
Túrógombóc: 1
Chocolate mint milkshake: 1
Fried milk: 1
Kulolo: 1
Toaster waffles: 1
Green beans: 1
Moose Tracks ice cream: 1
Popcorn: 1
Pizza rolls: 1
Cheese fries: 1
McDonald's apple pies: 1
Samosas: 1
Fudge: 1

Derleth, please. Please. Please.

Why am I cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner? The last thing I ever cooked - and I mean that in the loosest sense of the word - as a human was a grilled cheese that I doused with whiskey and set on fire.

And I ate it.

I'm working on finding out more about the cupcakes and potions so if you'll answer the questions, I'd appreciate it.

1. Did you eat the cupcake?
1a. What did it look like and smell like?
1b. What happened after you ate it? Are you now spewing jewels? Adoring someone you wouldn't normally?

2. Did you drink the potion? And what happened when you did?

I miss my apartment already.

[Much Ado About Nothing Cast]

Much Ado cast, ultimately last week seemed a little difficult to get us all together considering some of you didn't even remember auditioning, so we're going to have our first meeting this evening (hopefully), if Delerth cooperates.

I'll give you a rehearsal schedule when we meet, but I'm hoping to keep it so that initially you all have a couple of afternoons of rehearsals, and a couple without. Any questions, hit me up. I'm taking Shadow out to the Green to run and then I'll be at the theatre.

[Julia Sowinski]

The dog's friendly, I promise.

I've never had much of a sweet fang, but I could not resist the urge to eat this really cute cupcake I found next to my bed. I can't even eat food! Somehow, someway, I did not throw it back up and it was the best fucking thing I have ever eaten in my entire life/unlife. I have no idea where the fuck it came from, unless that Rey chick has taken up baking while I sleep, but I regret nothing. Come at me, mysterious cupcake.

The night air was cool, crisp. Almost to the point it might have been a risk when he'd been younger, but Steve had spent a long time sorting through the medications that staved that kind of problem off.

Tonight he stood on a street curb, in a medium jacket, hands stuck firmly into his pockets like he was about to grab his gut. His eyes were distance focused as he stared at the chapel across the street for a long time, both pulled towards and wanting to run from the building.

Mostly he wondered if he was crazy or not. After a few flashbacks he couldn't quite place asking a similar question in a similar place, all of them being just a bit different. He sighed softly to himself as his head dropped and he declined the green light inviting him to cross the street.

"If You're there, and have an intention, you'd let me know. Better than you have, anyway, otherwise..." he spoke aloud and listened to himself, then chuckled softly as he mentally admonished himself. "Otherwise I'm just bitter, and I'd better invest my time in something else. Productive, I mean. That's how we're supposed to honor you anyway, right?" He sighed heavily and then lifted his head, tempted to flee before he was caught in he own thoughts enough to speak aloud again.

holy shit

this piece of shit actually works

sorta

ama until this phone kicks it

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.