Vas Captio Journals

Did we get a bunch of new people this week?

I swear, I keep hearing voices, but when I turn around, no one is there. Or maybe I'm losing it.

You guys are hilarious, you know? Confessing your deepest, darkest secrets all over the journals?

I'm just eating popcorn and being totally entertained.

[ooc: I almost have activity for Jess, but I'm short a journal entry. Damn her antisocial behavior! ]

[Her handwriting is messy because she's been drinking to try and shut herself up. Alas, it hasn't worked.]

I hate telling the truth because it means talking about Kilgrave and how bad he fucked with my head. He controlled my mind. Literally. I did everything he told me to do including kill a woman. I've killed people. I killed Kilgrave. I'm sure I'm not alone. Some of you have probably killed people. I have good radar for this kind of thing. Back home I'm a private investigator and I know people aren't always as innocent as they seem.

Right now all I want to do is shut up. I can't tell any lies and that really bothers me because lying is a great defense mechanism.

My name is Jake.

You might think my friends and I are a couple of stupid teenagers with shitty attitudes. You have no idea how much I wish that was true. Man, I'd love to go back to that. My biggest problems in life, back then, were how to tell my brother I didn't make the basketball team and how to ask Cassie on a date.

That was three years ago.

We were 13. A group of five 13 year olds walking through a stupid abandoned construction site when an alien dropped out of the sky and told us about an invasion on earth. Parasitic head slugs that take control of their hosts, turning them into living, breathing meat sacks. They could be anyone. Your brother, your mother, your school principal, the police. If they find out you know about them, you get turned into one of them. You become a slave. You die. Your family dies.

We were the only ones that knew. Five stupid kids whose biggest problems in those days were wondering if that stupid boy or girl liked us enough. We were humanity's only chance.

That's what we've been fighting. I've died on the Delaware, I've seen all my friends holding their guts inside their bodies as we stumbled away broken. I've seen Marco's heart stop beating.

So excuse me if I, and Marco since he's a lot better at this than I am, don't have the patience to be happy or to be polite. This dome isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to us. It's actually been a nice break. If I didn't have a war to win it'd be a nice place to stay.

[messy but not illegible handwriting]

Will someone please explain why I'm fucking drunk even though I haven't overdone it on the whiskey? It just seems wrong.
-Jesssica

I was kind of a little bitch as a kid, so... My apologies. On another note, happy green booze day.
-Jessica

[ooc: pls to be pretending this is more pencil drawing-like? kthanx]

Blackouts are lame. Where are you guys finding your candles?

-Jessica

We're stuck together. In case you guys still haven't managed to figure out the experiment. That's the thing, we're stuck together and if we try to move too far apart it hurts like a motherfucking bitch.

JAKE.

I'm sorry, I just saw your page...are you okay now? I can come check on you, if you want, but I'll have to bring Sydney with me if I do. Every time we try to separate, I feel like someone's bashing my skull in with a sledgehammer.

Can I just say it's hilarious how much everybody cares about the babies?

Like, really guys, you're surprised? Or this is what convinced you The Management don't have limits? Hurting people, screwing with their heads, etc.... that's all fine, but have some babies be happy somewhere other than with their parents and it's so much worse? Come on.

Changing diapers is annoying, but I'd take this over people getting hurt or threatened. The babies don't care.

This latest experiment is fifty shades of fucked up, so I gotta say I'm pretty glad I got hit with the weird love spell and not the little baby.
-Jessica

[Adrian]
Speaking of which, that was all an experiment. You're a cool guy and all, but I will owe you a favor if we can just move on and pretend it never happened. Deal?

Everyone doing okay after that last experiment? Were you involved at all, Adrian?
-Jessica

Hey. Any of you feeling sick at all?
-Jessica

So, things about this place that suck:

Everything.


Even Newcago had electricity, food, and jobs at the worst of times. This is like the backwards parts of the world in between the pockets of actual civilization that nobody who doesn't already live in it want to go. Ever.

Plus a crazy force-field keeping us inside. How'd they mimic the sun though? That's pretty neat.

Okay, so I don't know if you've been reading, but there's a crazy person out there. I'm not going to be the asshole who starts making rules for other people to follow, but I am going to suggest that we not leave the cabin alone. If you want to leave the cabin, I suggest you leave with another person for safety reasons. I'm more than willing to be a buddy to anyone who needs one. This guy can apparently use magic to set people on fire, so he's definitely dangerous. Be. Careful.
-Jessica

Okay, I have no way to say this without sounding crazy or freaking people out so sorry in advance...

That Kai guy just tried to set me on fire with, uh, magic probably, for taking the last pack of Oreos so I knocked him out. We are both still in the gas station. So, you know, avoid the gas station.

This is usually the part where you call the police. But we're in a dome run by evil scientists. So now I'm just sitting here writing in a magic notebook and I'm not totally sure what to do next here.

Did we ever decide what we were going to do if someone attacked someone? I saw someone bring that up, I think. Did we ever decide?

And what are the chances you guys are not going to notice that my clothes are burned but my actual body has already healed?

-Scott

I am Octavia of the Sky People.

I demand to speak to the leaders of this place.

I don't know how writing in this book is going to communicate with others, but I am willing to try.

Hello. I recently woke up here and am seeking more information about where we are and how we ended up here. I speak a number of languages, but Vas Capito doesn't translate into anything that I can determine. Do we know anything about The Management and what their intentions are?

Also, has anyone ever heard of an organization called the Alchemists?

Have we figured out a schedule of when they replace supplies? They knock us out for that, too, right?
-Jessica

I promise this is useful and not just bullshit small talk. What does everyone do back home? You know, as an occupation.

-Jessica

[Cabin 03]
How are we doing in the way of supplies? Do we need anything?