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This shit again?

Pedicures with my mom

Probably the first time my dad let me help him take apart an engine.

They gave me my dog back. [...] They had previously lead me to believe they killed him, but apparently he was locked in my room this morning.

If anyone has any kind of dog allergy, please let me know so I can limit his access to certain common areas of the house. Otherwise he's going wherever I go.

Number 2, I require your services.

Just pretend I'm...like...petting a white cat, or twisting my mustache or something. Like, nefarious. But cool.

Also, HI! You good, Juju?



[Private to Evie]

They let me out! Are you okay Did you get your dress

Doing okay? Sorry I didn't get to help with the hangover.



[Private to Pam]

Hey, Pamalot! Thanks for taking care of my room, and for making sure Izzy's shirt didn't get lost. It means a lot. Things good?

Slipped under their doors, envelopes reading this is not from Them. The information inside is handwritten on graph paper, copied over painstakingly. Avram has had some time on his hands. Each of the three copies has slight ordinal differences in the Vigenère square attached; he's making sure he can identify the different sources in case information goes where it shouldn't. In theory, anyway.

( I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit, enough that you won't illegally search my shit )

So how is everyone intending to vote?

So using the very scientific Margolis Scale that ranges from shit to garbage, how bad was this morning on your end? You okay?

If you want to hang out today, I don't know how smart I'll be able to sound, but I'd kind of really love a distraction I'm up for it, but don't worry if you'd rather just have some time to deal with stuff.

I'm heading out for a bit. I'll be back later though if you need anything, okay?

I have an idea!

Let's have a party. A nice party, dresses and suits and the whole shebang. I'll make loads of fancy drinks, and we can all unwind a bit. I know it might sound silly, but I think it'd be a good thing.

So let's say the billiard room, the day after tomorrow. If everyone completed their tasks today, it will be a continued celebration. If not, then we'll want something to cheer ourselves up with anyway, or at least show the bastards they haven't broken us. We'll drink, we'll play games, maybe we'll even dance. It'll be good for us.

Who's with me?

Raincheck on the brainstorming? I woke up shackled to Pam, who was just as charming as usual, so I'm just trying to lay low and get rid of this headache I woke up to.

How'd you fair today?

Knock knock.


[Private to Pam]

Hanging in there, Pamalot?

So that shit was heav

Are you doing okay?

I don't really want to deal with the house with all this crap going on, because it's gonna be a fucking powderke


Option 1.
Deal with the house as an absolute clusterfuck and realize that any even not-so-sudden movements from one place to another are probably gonna be like navigating a fucking minefield where every shrapnel shot goes directly to the nuts. Or, you know, the ovaries, I guess.

Option 2.
Grab beer and any munchies we can find. Steal the Firefly box set from the dvd collection and hide away at my place until the heat dies down or we learn Chinese through osmosis mitosis? osmosis. Either way I'll be saying "shiny" for the next week. PJ dresscode.

Answer fast. The halls are gonna get dangerous soon and my testicles would really, really like to avoid friendly fire.

P.S. Also, I realize that I'm not exactly an authority on that particular part of female anatony, but I don't really feel like nuts to ovaries is a really realistic comparison. Got any suggestions? That can be our super serious topic for the day. We don't even have to talk about all the super amazing crap you said about me that totally didn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy and make me want to give you all the super dudely (that's a word.) manhugs (two masculine references for extra manlitude (also a word). (Are parenthesis within parenthesis a writing faux pas? (Whatever. I'm a rebel.))). (Also, you'll probably still get a hug, but we can be total bros about it and not talk about how awesome it was. Because we're that cool). (Where the fuck does the period go with all these fucking parenthesis?).?(maybe?).(fuck.)...(just in case I missed any).

Duck and cover, Yucker.

Oh my god, some of you are just mean and cruel and awful people. I haven't even done anything to you people. I want to go home.

Hey, what was your answer to number 12?

Has anyone seen Val?

Alright, so. If the weirdness wants to chill the fuck out for a few minutes I've got something to run by people.

We don't talk enough. Like, as a group. It's kinda shitty that the one time we all see each other is when the assholes running this joint dictate it, and usually we're too busy trying to figure out what the hell they're throwing at us.

So, I submit for the approval of MZ Society a weekly group dinner. As in for everyone. Just a night where we can all be in one room, touch base on all the shit going on, and eat some good food. I don't mind doing the cooking, and I don't mind help if people want to offer, but this shit only works if we get everyone on board. If you want to be all minimalistic with your contact then just come and get food. Figure it'll be like having a town meeting, but better 'cause it's catered.

First thing, we've only got twenty seats in the dinning room, but we can probably move some crap around to get everyone in there.

Also, if people could give me a run down on what they like, if they have allergies or special preferences (Vegetarian, Vegan, Kosher, all that), let me know.

If we don't get messed up with one of those really shitty tests, I'm thinking of trying for the day after tomorrow if people are up for it.

Here, I'll make this easy. Just fill this out:

What do you like:
What don't you like:
Do you have any allergies:
Do you have any dietary restrictions:

My dad.

Philippe.

Poutine.

Not being put through fucked up tests and experiments for who the hell knows what reason. Yeah, that's what I miss most.

By the way, does everyone else have only hot water? And is the thermostat broken, cause it's starting to get stupid warm in here.

Starbucks.

You know what this fucking indoor weather calls for? A giant Risky Business montage as a team building exercise. Everyone meet in the lobby in just their socks and underwear (sunglasses optional), and we'll rock this bullshit.

Are you doin

Are you hungry at a

Sorry it took everyone so long to f

Hey! Are you okay? Need anything? Hungry? Hurt?

If anybody wants any fresh music on their computer I've got about 20 gigs worth. Can't say it'll be what everybody likes, but might as well fill those hard drives with something.


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Private to Evie - 2:22pm

Thank you so fucking much.

So....WHY THE FUCK ARE PEOPLE ASKING FOR WEAPONS? What the hell is WRONG with you?? Shit isn't bad enough so let's just add some like fucking FIRE to this shindig? Who the hell were you gonna use it on? The assholes who put us here aren't exactly running the fuck around, so the only people you'll be aiming at are US. FUCK THAT. And FUCK YOU.

Pam, go kill your goddamn deer. Pictures of my kid aren't worth fucking over your chances to not have your actual pet here. You'd better fucking shoot it though.