Zenith : In Character Network → Computer Communica

Idk wtf is going on. I don't really care right now. I'll care later.

It really creeps me out that you guys took my tongue ring out, but thanks for giving it back I guess?

I feel like shit. Ima puke and crawl back into bed. Which is pretty dope btw.

thank you fuck you and good night.

Marco, I'm so sorry. I found nothing. The hospital and the pharmacy were both pretty much empty. All I could find were the most basic of first aid kids, and those didn't even have aspirin in them.

How are you holding up?

what is going on where is my family please let me go home i need to go home they don't know where i am i miss my family please

I don't understand what you're trying to accomplish here. You're clearly aware that abducting us all is illegal. If there's some great purpose you're trying to achieve, why would you not just ask? There are only a few places that particular train of thought leads, and none of them make me any more inclined to cooperate with you.

I'm leaving for the town now. My main goals are the hospital and a pharmacy, if there is one. Anyone that's decided to search for supplies, whether in the house or in the town, please keep an eye out for any medication. Thanks.

Adversity introduces a man to himself.

-Albert Einstein

How does everybody like their eggs?

Any vegetarians/vegans in the house?


Edited at 9:15am: Heading down to the kitchen now. You want grub, show up.

Does anyone know if the pool is heated?

words. words. words. the end.

Okay, I know I'm not the only one who fell asleep outside their "room" last night, but woke up in it this morning. So how the hell did we end up back in our rooms? Does anyone remember anything happening last night? Anyone coming up on you?

Hey, how 'bout all you güebónes eat a bag of dicks? When I figure out where the fuck we are and get out of here, I'm going to sue all you motherfuckers so hard it's going to physically hurt so you better start prepping the lube if you don't want to spend six months bleeding out your assholes.

PS I know you bitches that yanked me off the street have my pants, so you can just cough those up, too. Shit was new and expensive.

Oh my God, yesterday wasn't a nightmare or the results of someone slipping me a roofie at the Boom Boom Room. What the hell.

Am I to understand that you're locking doors now? That is very cruel, and ill done. You've already displayed your power -- and quite vulgarly, I do say.

If you want regular updates, I'll give them to you. You'll have a grand time trying to shut me up.

I want my cane back. I suppose any would do, but I would prefer mine own. It was with me when you took me, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

[8:18am]

I don't even know what I'm expected to say at this point. I've got nothing.

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[8:42am]

I lied, I have a hell of a lot to say. Very little of it would achieve anything at this point.

Others are reading this? Good. If anyone's willing, I think it's a good idea to figure out how many people are here. Is anyone planning on exploring the town? Did anyone else try yesterday? Owen and I did, and it didn't end well.

Where was everyone taken from? How? And when? Maybe we can establish some sort of a pattern. I was taken from my home in the middle of the night on September 14th. I live in Ogunquit, Maine. I'm originally from New York. My name is Cecilia Rynbë. I'm a registered nurse.

I want to go back today and look through some of the other buildings. If anyone else has a similar mind, perhaps we could compile a list of items to look out for?

Hey, if there's anyone reading this fucking thing, my door is locked and I really need a fucking drink or something. I just really feel like shit. I just need a couple Advil or something or my FUCKING STASH BACK YOU FUCKERS and there wasn't any in the medicine cabinet... Seriously why the fuck is the door locked? Is it just me?

Can I at least get some fucking room service?

No No You can't do this You can't keep people against their will What kind of b-movie syfy seventh hell bs is this?

No.

Dear Management,

Fuck. You.

Now let me the hell out.

Day 2.