NO EXITS

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.

Has it been officially established this week that nothing is about to come out of the woodwork and try to kill us again like secret amnesia-inducing murderers, maybe the ghouls on the other floors? Or would it be too early?

Filter: Hargreeves

Check in time, all of you.

Filter: Stephen Strange

Is Cloak doing okay? No lasting paint scratches or anything?

I am currently stranded on the sidewalk, in front of my house, which is locked up tight.

Due to a family obligation, I was supposed to miss the first week of school. these idiots I do believe my parents and extended family members saw fit to leave without me in their haste to run off to fat city. Which is totally bogus, man.

I'm going let them burn rubber and I'll break into my house.

Positives : no family gathering, my little project doesn't melt down and take this whole neighborhood with it.
Negatives : can't think of any.

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.

That's too many deaths in one day.

I'm taking point here. If you're heading out to do anything — anything — you check in with me. No one goes out of the building alone, and you go with someone who can make a quick and soundless portal to get you out of there if things go south.

No arguments.

ETA: How many of you have made it off campus to the town?

Am I the only one who likes the silence?

[ROOMMATES]
I got into a fight with Dolores There's been a lot of that lately, but I digress. I need and I'm just gonna chill on the couch until she lets me back into our room. Could be a couple of days.

[KLAUS]
How do you deal with it all?

I had a chance to enjoy Disney all by myself when I was fourteen, give or take a couple of years.

I'm gonna go down to Tampa instead, and see if my old haunts are still there. And Dolores is enjoying the sunshine, margarita in hand. Do not disturb her.

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.

I wish I could eat popcorn and watch everyone take that murderous arsehole down now that they know who it is. Finally.

Seriously, isn't anyo This is fucking ridiculous

No new memories even when we're dead?

Whatever. What have you been doing anyway?

( filtered to carol: cw for drugs )

[Five]
No change, I take it.
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Questers, check in? There anything you need? Any problems or questions you've run into?


[FIVE]

Any update on Bucky? I should have offered to help before but I don't think he trusts me or would want me in the room. But as High Queen I do have some pull this week? If you want, we could take him to the centaurs to get looked over.

Honestly, for a day here, I just thought we kept missing each other due to our divergent schedules, but I've dumped a glass of water on him, played some well-worn Bay City Rollers tape that I found in what was no doubt a drawer of confiscated shit a professor never gave back, and thought about firing off a gun yelled help. My guess is Bucky needs his beauty sleep, not that he needs it and I'm done trying to get in the way of it.

I am also not in the fucking mood to play doorman all day, and that door is not opening without me. Only person getting in is the doctor.

Do not test me. I'm armed, hungover, and I know how to kill anyone in two seconds flat.

[BONES]
Check on him, will you? We're in 125.

In terms of varied clientele, which tavern's the most interesting?

I want to make friends with talking animals too, you know.

All of this has given me a migraine and we've only been here for a few hours. The only thing that helped was sucker punching that asshole.

If anyone needs medical attention, I'm taking my equipment but I won't be on campus. I need to take a walk.

SPOCK.

Do you want to come with me? I'd like the company.

No major update to the voices on floors 2 and 3, other than the fact that they get louder or softer with the noise around us. I'm still mostly keeping to outside the building. (Yes, I've been camping out here too, don't judge me.)

If there was any doubt that there are someones or somethings on those floors, well.. I happened to look up and saw indiscernible moving shapes behind the windows.

I am 100% ready for this whole thing to be over.

TW FOR MENTAL HEALTH

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First thing, the elevator doesn't work. It just stopped. I don't know what happened, and hopefully someone can get that fixed soon? But I had to take the stairs and went past the second and third floors, which leads me to "second thing".

There are people on those floors. I don't think they're alive, because I can hear them when I could never hear anything like this before. No actual words I can make out, just a lot of whispering and hissing, and let's just say that the vibe was not a very good one, and therefore, I didn't step up to any actual closed doors to see what was really being said.

So that being said, the idea to try to get into those rooms? Let's not do that, please?

Now, I need to try and figure out a way to block these because it's like a perpetual anxiety-inducing white noise machine.

Yes, yes. It's Number Five, skipping puberty like there's no tomorrow. Get your laughs in.

But I woke up armed, I can still teleport and my hearing hasn't gone yet, so maybe don't laugh too much. I get the feeling the doctors are bo If anyone needs anything from my personal stash of liquor, I can probably make that happen.

Ask your questions while I'm still in a good mood, if you have any.

[DAHJ & RAVI]
I should probably thank the two of you again.

This looks like neither New York City or Hawaii, but I can basically predict how things will go: anyone who comes in here is stuck here till whatever outside being decides to let them back into the world they previously came from. Am I correct?

If anyone wants a Moscow mule, join me in the cafeteria.

[ALLISON]
Were you at the casino?

[ELIOT]
It came to my attention that your shiner should've reset last week. What gives?

This is much closer to what I'm comfortable with. Gangsters, gambling, cartels. Reminds me of Vegas' postwar boom, where I had some lovely days. Nothing beats watching a performance with a glass of bourbon in your hand.

Now. I'd babysit some of you, but I've got certain necessities to acquire. Don't be a fucking idiot, act like you belong and do bullshit your way through the day.

Number Five, signing off.

Okay, I've been to the Spirit World enough times to know that this definitely isn't it.

For one thing, the distinct lack of spirits.

Also, I don't want to sing songs I don't know when I go to the Spirit World.

Asami? Are you here?

WHO: Five.
WHAT: Singing.
WHERE: Carter Hall, which has taken a turn for slightly apocalyptic for the moment.
WHEN: Day five, morning.
SONG: "Brother, My Cup is Empty" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
STATUS: Open to reactions, since this probably woke everyone up. Sorry!
WARNINGS: Nick Cave is never PG. Allusions to alcoholism and the bane of Five’s existence, the Handler.
NOTES: I tried the script format, but probably failed? Anyway!

( Seems I’ve misplaced my desires, seems I’m sweeping up the ashes  )

A few words of advice from someone who has gone through real life musical moments about once a year for the past five years.

1. Don't judge anyone for their musical choices. Last year I ended up singing a deep cut of a Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel song and an uninspired cover of "I Wanna Be Sedated". They won't always be winners.

2. If you are mortified or hoping intoxication will keep you from belting out a new classic, I'll be having a wine tasting on Thursday. Or maybe Day Five, late afternoonish. Honestly, I'm not sure how we're counting or marking the days anymore, it gets a little disorienting after a few weeks.

Your presence is delightfully requested. For those of you complaining about the lack of clothing options, I have something special in mind to help you out. All you have to do is show up. It'll be a tasteful adjacent affair.



[DR. WATSON & DR. CHAKRABARTI]
        Right, it occurs to me since we have two medical doctors on campus I should probably disclose a potential health issue.

        How to put this mildly? I stole a bunch of magic from a time witch several months before I showed up here and now I don't always 100% reset after each week. One week I had bruises from the previous week, another week when a building collapsed on me I was completely fine after the reset.

        So, if I end up hurt before the week resets please come check on me? I'm currently in room 402 with Vanya Hargreeves. That's all.

The answer to 'what to do when you lose everything' isn't going to university. And I'm too old to accept 'mid-life crisis' as an answer.

But I'm hungover, so I'm going to keep this brief. Umbrella Academy and Brakebills graduates, are you present?

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.