Zenith : In Character Network → Computer Communica

to burn some shit to the ground.

So even though Christmas was over a week ago and so it shouldn't be New Year's Eve, it looks like it's New Year's Eve. It also looks like they gave us a full bar and nice outfits, so if anyone would like to meet up in the bar around 10pm tonight to drink and watch people celebrate, we could dress up in our fancy clothes and pop open some champagne and be miserable together bring in the new year together. I just think it would be nice.

You okay? How are you feeling this morning?

Want me to bring my stuff to your room, or do you want to come to mine?

Is it sad how nonchalant I am about this right now?

So after everything this past week, I feel like we should have a roll-call? And, like... Can anyone see their house from here? Does anyone have any post-its so we can make messages on the windows or whatever?

Hey, my dragon friend. I wanted to check in, because I haven't heard from you since that first day. Did you and Chase make it out okay? I think last time I saw him he was taped to a chair, but I'm not sure. How are you guys?

I'm totally fucking losing my shit

how are things on your end? not a lot of network traffic. Simms leaving you alone?

what's it going to take to be able to see chase?

Jesus fucking Christ Who is in the cell block with Chase?

I'm sorry. Love you.

[PM to Oliver]

he used a FUCKING FIREHOSE. he knocked out cecilia and cuffed her to the bunk. she's not moving. he took juno down the hall. I don't know what to do.

[PM to Chase]

he knocked out cecilia and took juno. what the fuck should I DO? can these cell locks be picked? is there a piece of phone I can use??

hey. where are you? got a cellmate? are you okay?

Everybody sound off. Who's here and who do you have with you and around you?

Oliver, rooming with Edwin.
Owen and Marco in the cell across.

Beer.

Hello to all the new lovely belles and awesome gents in the house! And all the cool dudes and foxy ladies I already know. And dogs and cats and whatever else we've got now. (Fish? Didn't somebody have a fish?)

I'm Jack, Zenith's chef-in-residence/morale specialist/undisputed (read: unchallenged and nobody really cares) juggling champ/blond beefcake #1 or #2 (We'll armwrestle for it later, Owen-Wait, fuck that. Souffle contest?). I hang out a lot in the kitchen, and the bar, and the hot tub when Zenith's snowmageddon game isn't running so strong. Or sometimes even when it is.

In addition to probably wondering why the hell I'm so chipper (currently one part espresso, one part bourbon, and two parts my natural awesomeness), most of you new kids are dealing with a Skittles bag of seriously fucked up emotions right now, right? We've all been there. It sucks, it's scary, and having a whole house full of people you don't know is pretty much the stale, shitty croutons on the world's shittiest suck salad. We're good people just trying to make the best of whatever the hell this is supposed to be, but you guys don't know that yet, and right now we kind of don't have a really stable venue to help out with that.

And this is generally where I come in!

Fun Zenith Fact: We used to have a lot of house meetings. Basically when something was going wrong, or everyone needed a group update on something, we'd meet in the dining room, have a good meal together, and powwow. We haven't really done that in a while, and kind of not often when there wasn't something actually happening. I don't think the holiday party counts when there's that high of a chance of so many of us getting shitfaced. Mostly me. Super fun, but not uber conducive to team building, m'thinks.

So, I submit for the approval of the....I guess brunch society (fuck, how is it almost noon)? We should reinstate group dinners. Or lunches. Brunches? Edwin, what's the Lord of the Rings joke about how much hobbitses eat? Maybe once a week if we can manage it? I don't mind cooking that often, and I know I can swindle awesome people into helping like always. We can chow on good food, air out any questions anyone has, deal with any minor issues or concerns, tell witty anecdotes, share some good "Yo Mama" jokes (I need new material, that well's pretty dry. And yes, they are still funny. Fight me on it. Not you, Cecilia.).

I vote the day after tomorrow, as long as nothing weird happens, we do either a big brunch or a big dinner. "What the hell does he mean as long as nothing weird happens?" some of you new, sweet summer children might be asking. Well, once in a while the world's dickiest bags behind the cameras like to throw things at us. Challenges, puzzles, obstacle courses, flocks of suicidal birds, horribly racist 1950s simulators, basement trolls. You get the idea. If something comes up where we can't do a meal on the day we plan on it, it automatically gets moved to the following day, unless that gets fucked up too.


So, I need you guys to do a few things for me in the comments to this post. This goes for newbies and oldbies alike.

1. Say if you would rather do lunch or dinner this time around.

2. Tell me some of your favorite foods! Give a list of your top five or so, and we'll see what we can do.

3. List any food allergies or dietary regulations you follow. (Do you eat kosher? Are you vegan? Can you not have gluten? Strict Breatharian?)

4. Just for shits and giggles, and a little to get the ball rolling, what's the weirdest food you've ever eaten?


I'm torn between casu marzu (which I do NOT recommend), or a chocolate-banana croissant pastry that was purposefully shaped like Maya Angelou.

Holy shit, I used a lot of parenthesis in the post.

Also, I think that croissant might have been kind of racist.

Who are you people?

Is this real?

Y'all can thank Kiley for this late-night selfie, since she gave me a digi cam and Photoshop. I'm kind of liking the stubbly look. Thoughts?

( what I like about black and white photographs is they're more like reading the book than seeing the movie )

I want to come play with your bearded dragon.

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That sounds like a euphemism for something.

This is an obscenity

How many

Is there anyone present who might explain this obscenity to me?

Someone get down here and bring this cat some fucking cat food and a water bowl.

"Did you expect to receive Christmas presents yesterday?"
Of course I did.

"What is your favorite present (or presents) that you received? Who gave it to you?"
Sex. Chase gave it to me.

"Do you think you received more, or less, than your companions in the mansion? Does that bother you?"
Did somebody receive more presents than me!? WTF.

"Did you enjoy getting an opportunity to 'shop' for gifts for people?"
I guess. Give me a department store next time so I can do it all by myself.

"Is there anything you wanted that you did not get?"
Multiple orgasms. Just kidding, I got those. But seriously, world peace.

"Does it surprise or disturb you that multiple individuals in the house chose to give genuine gifts to Simms?"
Is surprised or disturbed our only choices?