I also apologise for how I acted last week. I hope they're both happier

Well, of all the things this house has ever made me do, "be upset about bedrooms" seems like maybe the most pointless. I'm sorry if I interrogated you about your room. I don't really care.

Prim
Hey there Little Duck, feeling less like a rage monster better?

Okay so you know what this place really needs? Some of those YOU ARE HERE maps. With a great big sticker on it. And arrows. This had better not be another stupid demon dimension thing. Unless there's jewelry. Is there jewelry?

I'm hungry...

Oh, bad ass, I can see pictures now.

[Annabelle]
Moment of truth, sunshine, let's see who you are.

[added shortly thereafter]

[Hot Lia]
Round two?

Hey probably-hot Lia, what is there to do here? I've suspended disbelief enough to decide this isn't a dream, which blows.

Oh ha ha House. Very funny. Replacing my bullets with freaking paint balls better mean you're giving me a break this week because I swear to God if I end up chased by devil hyenas or something right now? I quit.

Anyone want to share some non-ridiculous ammo?

Who: Scout and OTA (Or complete if no one tags in)
What: She found her journals in the library
Where: 2nd Floor, Library
When: Thursday afternoon
Status: Complete (unless someone tags in)
Rating: none

( It wasn't fair )

...what the hell is going on in this crazy ass house?

1.) I fucking love the internet.
2.) I fucking love Dexter.
3.) HOW THE HELL HAVE YOU NOT BEEN CAUGHT YET, DEXTER?! YOU SUCK AT THIS!

This vent was brought to you by the letters W, T, F, and the number 8. And now back to your regularly scheduled boredom.

What is this place? How did I get here?