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Jun. 6th, 2015


[info]competent

Public + Group: Neil D, Marta F, Luke H, Dylan M, Max M, Joey A, Shane A

[Public]

[As Ella M]

That hotel has the worst goddamn timing, like it plans around apocalypses.

[Group lock: Neil D, Marta F, Luke H, Dylan M, Max M, Joey A, Shane A]

Alive?

May. 26th, 2015

[info]jazzhands

public, max m, daniel w, aubrey r

[PUBLIC.]

You were dead, I was drunk, I think we pawned the tab off on the grim reaper because I don't remember paying. Unless you're still dead... in which case, I'll keep the grim reaper jokes to myself.


[Individually locked to Max M, Daniel W, Aubrey R.]
Mandatory mental health check-in.

[info]partsunknown

[Public]

Before chipmunk karaoke? Fucking bullshit.

May. 2nd, 2015

[info]ex_published349

[Postcards.]

[Lin A.]

[This one. No signature.]

[Sam A.]

[Front. Back. Note:]

ça va venir.

[Dylan M.]

[This one. No note, but Daniel's handwriting is distinct on the name.]

Apr. 25th, 2015


[info]jukejoint

Dylan M

[Call to Dylan M]

[Early. Very early. Deliberately early. It comes up as Fort Jackson. Ring.]

Apr. 4th, 2015

[info]ex_published349

[Sam, Lin, Dylan]

[Pasted in the journal. He's gone by the time it goes up.]

[info]jukejoint

Thomas B, Luke H, Jack C, Dylan M, Ella D

[Friday, Max's hotel room is empty, and the money from the flower shop sale has been deposited into a local bank account. She posts one thing at the annoying human beings that might report her missing if she doesn't notify them]

[Group: Locked to Thomas B, Luke H, Jack C, Dylan M, Ella D]
Enlisted. Basic training. Fort Jackson, South Carolina. Mourn.

[Nothing further.]

Apr. 2nd, 2015


[info]competent

Luke H/Thomas B, Dylan M

[Luke H/Thomas B]

So when were either of you planning to tell me my sister is now my younger sister?

How is Amanda? Where is Amanda?

[Dylan M]

Hey asshole.

Mar. 30th, 2015

[info]ex_published349

[Sam, Lin, Dylan, Russ.]

I'm going on a trip. It's okay to call me names about it. I don't think I am any help to any of you here, though.

Which door do I go through if I want to see my parents?

Mar. 9th, 2015


[info]jukejoint

Dylan M, Jack C, Thomas B, Luke H

[Locked to Dylan M]
Hello.

[Locked to Jack C]
Hello.

[Locked to Thomas B]
Hello.

[Locked to Luke H]
Hello.

Feb. 20th, 2015

[info]ex_published349

[Public.]

This place is nice, but they said I should go now.

Feb. 14th, 2015


[info]roomsdesires

[Wish Granted for Dylan M]

[Part of it was easy enough. The white styrofoam take-out container is fairly innocuous as it sits there, smelling of corned beef and sauerkraut and grease. A six-pack of bottles of Mt. Dew Code Red sits nearby - already chilled and waiting. Tucked horizontally between the two rows of bottles is a rolled piece of nearly-indestructible parchment. It's tied off with a ribbon, like any good treasure map, and unrolling it reveals a layout of the hotel.

Unfortunately, it's not nearly as detailed as he wanted. It includes the layout of each floor, with the rooms clearly labeled. Many of them are simple room numbers, but where it's needed, the door is labeled with a name. And only a name. If a person watches the map long enough, some of the labels will shift, switch, move to a different wing of a different floor. Every door has a label, and every label is accurate. Always.]

Feb. 12th, 2015


[info]jukejoint

Dylan M

[Locked to Dylan M]

Let me guess? Some unreleased video game.

Feb. 6th, 2015


[info]roomsdesires

Dylan M

I tried to not do this, but it seems like we don't have much of a choice.

Feb. 2nd, 2015


[info]roomsdesires

Open, but locked away from Solas

So, anyone know Solas?

Jan. 27th, 2015

[info]jazzhands

text: max m / dylan m

[During this.]

He looks like shit. Thee is blood on his facee

[info]jazzhands

quicklog: max & jack & eventually max soon

Who: Jack Corvus & Dylan McKendrick, Max Main may appear
What: Checking in on the delusional.
Where: The flower shop.
When: Nowish.
Warnings: None yet.

[Dylan pulled up in front of the shop with tires squealing hard and the emergency brake popped. Out the steel door, beep-beep locked, and Dylan heading into Max's shop by the owner's request and with a very limited idea of what the hell he was supposed to be scouting out for. He wasn't a psych major, how was he supposed to know if a guy(who'd always been, lets be honest, a little unhinged) was okay or not? The front door dinged with a bell to announce him, and Dylan stepped inside with a deep breath that took in a bouquet of green and flowered things.]

Jack?

[Dressed down in blue jeans and a t-shirt depicting Hunter S. Thompson's face sneering past a cigarette, Dylan was fairly low key. He was armed, of course, but that was just standard casual uniform. A gun tucked into the back of his jeans wasn't the same was an uzi over the shoulder or anything. He seemed chill with his hair mussed and running on his regular four hours of sleep. He didn't seem exhaisted, just cozy as he glanced around the shop and called out once more.]

Jacky Boy?

Jan. 25th, 2015

[info]jazzhands

jack c.

[LOCKED to Jack C.]

Are you at Max's shop?

Jan. 17th, 2015


[info]jukejoint

Dylan M, Solas

[After this delivery, and when Corvus doesn't respond.]

[Locked to Dylan M]
The elf sent us gold. Also, we should talk about Silent Hill.

[Locked to Solas]
You're welcome, egg.

Jan. 13th, 2015

[info]jazzhands

text: max m / dylan m

[During this.]

Okay what?

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