Vas Captio Journals

Please tell me this place isn't filled with children.

I'm reading and it looks like there's a bunch of kids, I can't handle being here, I definitely can't handle being here surrounded by children

I really don't miss being 11. Man, was I ever that stupid?

I'm going to go get plastered.

Why do grown ups lie to kids?

We're not stupid.

Hey, so...remember how I told you I can't get wet? ...I meant to go to the petrol station today, I'm out of food. I know it's dark and that it's really crap for me to ask, but if this doesn't let up by tomorrow afternoon, will you help me out? Please? I'll owe you one. Big one.

All right. Here's the deal. Management did something to me. When I walk into a building, the electricity kicks on and stays on for a few hours. But it's physically draining for me. So if the situation is serious and you need power, let me know.

-Rachel

Hey, anybody here want to fool around or something?

Right, so...

See, Doc McCoy and I had an arrangement for my...unique nutrition needs. But now that he's gone, and I've used up all the...er, food...

Well, I need help. You can't have someone as gorgeous as me starving to death, right?

[After her arrival]

[It's written in a very neat and feminine script, with a decidedly left-handed tilt]

¿Hola? ¿Esto funciona?

[Then below that]

Hello...does this work?


[OOC: Any mistakes with her Spanish are mine, not hers. ;) It's been a long time since I studied it]

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.

...right, I need somewhere else to stay. One night on a museum floor is plenty enough for me. Is there anywhere here with, you know, beds...? Apparently this book talks back, so I figure it's worth a shot. Don't suppose any of you lot have anything to do with this, or if you did whether you'd step forward so that I could boil your blood until your stupid body explodes because fuck you, I have a life back home and I have better things to be doing than be here? No? All right, didn't think so.

-R.C.