Zenith : In Character Network → Computer Communica

To finally tattoo someone. Anyone. I have all the tools I need for it.

The smell of the firing range. Hard to describe, just a smoky smell that isn't necessarily like something's on fire.

Hey. I feel bad I let you go back upstairs by yourself yesterday. How's your day going so far?

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.

I want to come play with your bearded dragon.

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That sounds like a euphemism for something.

"Did you expect to receive Christmas presents yesterday?"
I knew a couple of people would get me things because I'd talked to them about gifts.


"What is your favorite present (or presents) that you received? Who gave it to you?"
Everything tattoo related. I'm very pleased to say that I have enough to set up my own tattoo shop in the sitting area of my room.


"Do you think you received more, or less, than your companions in the mansion? Does that bother you?"
Looks like I got about what most others got.


"Did you enjoy getting an opportunity to 'shop' for gifts for people?"
It was nice, yeah. Even the people I don't really know I could take a shot at picking something out based on their interests.


"Is there anything you wanted that you did not get?"
No.


"Does it surprise or disturb you that multiple individuals in the house chose to give genuine gifts to Simms?"
Individual choice. People should do what they feel is right in these instances.

I now have almost enough wooden dongs to fill a chessboard. But I also got wood carving tools, so I'll remedy that shortly. I don't know if these were supposed to be gags or not, but they're all going on display.

Merry Christmas, fuckers.

I know someone already did something similar and I'm not trying to cop but I thought I should, too. Thank you, to everyone who got me something for Christmas. It's probably really messed up to say it made me feel welcome here, but it did. As welcome as anyone kidnapped can f All the gifts were very thoughtful and appreciated and I'll try to make it up to everyone I didn't ask for presents for.

Okay so

Like, you know what? Fuck it. Call me a millennial, that's fine, but shopping without the internet is GODDAMN HARD.

So when I was a teenager my brother was working at this shop where he didn't really like his co-workers but agreed to do Secret Santa anyway? And he had to fill out a little card about himself for whoever got him. And I think maybe we should do that. A few likes, dislikes, that kind of deal. Just to help guide us?

For example (and shameless whoring)

KAI'S INFO
Five things I like: Music, video games, fashion, shiny objects, techie gadgets
Favorite Colors: All of them. The more, the brighter, the better. Also pink and purple.
Least Favorite Color: Cat-puke brown
Things I collect: "Japanese kawaii bullshit," as my sister lovingly refers to it. Also band t-shirts.

Do the thing.

hey you. want to brave the cold and snow tomorrow and go into town with me?

Sharpshooting.

Everybody sound off.

Lord, here we go again. So what's everyone thinking?

Hey so, we never really hung out or talked when we were here before so I hope this isn't too weird? But. I just wanted to let you know that They took me out once and put me back in here after a long time, too. I know how weird and disorienting it is and what it feels like to be a curiosity. You're not alone, even though I have no idea what you've been through and I'm not gonna ask. If you need someone to talk to though, I'm always around.

So I was thinking, since we just lost Jack, and like a whole bunch of other good people, would it be okay if Kai and Noah told us what kind of place they were in now, so we can know what might be happening to our friends? I know that it doesn't really assure us that they're safe, because from what we know from Reginald and Gemma the first time she was removed, it could be like totally different experiences, but I still feel like now that we have the ability to have some sort of assurance, it would be really nice. So I don't know if you two want to just write it on the network, or have a meeting like we did with Reginald, but I think either are acceptable.

is this real?

am I here? I don't kn

Is anyone still here who was in the house from days 1 to 15?

I miss runnin' my shop, and my tattoo iron. I guess that was two things.

So I know all of you are out trying to find the missing people, and that's awesome. I hope you're all having good luck! I stayed here, to move Hathaway the Octopus to my bathtub. So he's set up there now (for however long, he's looking kind of unhealthy) and then I'm gonna go downstairs and make everyone dinner, so you all have something to eat when you get back. I'm not the best cook, so if you're expecting something amazing you'll have to wait for Jack, but I can at least make a big pot of beef chili! So help yourself, when you get home.

I hope everyone is okay! <3 <3 <3

Right. Great. So two more people I was mostly cool with to are gone. That's not fucking with my head at all.

Anyway. If I don't get out of this house soon, I'm going to kill probably Pam that fucking octopus. The idea that the people who are gone are strapped to a table somewhere is freaking me the fuck out, so I'm gonna head into town. It's just making me really fucking uncomfortable. I hate this place.

Who's coming with me?

Okay so I'm kind of freaking out about what's going to happen later this morning, but since no one else has put up a vote for the stuff yet? I'm gonna go ahead and put it out there that we should choose. Comment here, I guess! And they're obviously watching, so, you know, that. Vote:

Additional clothing, additional recreational items and substances (such as tobacco), access to over-the-counter medications, or keepsakes from home.