April 7

PM to Matt

I saw someone in the lake. On the cameras. I'm positive of it. It looked like a girl.

But when I ran down to the lake, I couldn't see anyone. Maybe because of the rain.

I scanned the cameras again, but I don't know everyone. I can't tell if anyone's missing.

Should we do a head count? I feel like we should do something!

Who: Zania
Where: Her Room
When: Late Morning

It felt so wrong to laugh. In fact, it felt wrong to watch, but there was nothing she could do about it after the fact but sit and giggle. Zania had been glued to her computer monitor since she'd woken up, and had flipped over to Gavin just in time to see him get himself electrocuted. And then she hadn't been able to turn away. Not while he cleaned up the mess. Not while he called Lina. Not while he curled himself up with a cigarette and pouted over the dent in his pride. When Lina arrived, she sat back to watch the show.

Last night was... If I say amazing, do I sound like a girl? I've been thinking about it all day, thinking back to what Dan did to me, how much he means to me. I couldn't have handled that last week. If you'd asked me yesterday, I'd have said I couldn't have handled it then. But he can be so gentle and loving and distracting and... and devious. And I love that little bit of deviousness.

Who: Davis & Open
Where: Kitchen
When: Afternoon
What: Davis entertains himself.
Rating: TBA

While reading back through journals and after his brief but memorable meetings with others among his new housemates, Davis was fairly well convinced that he was living in a house of crazy people, possibly run by crazy scientists. Which was worrying, but as, despite his best efforts, he had yet to find a way out of his current situation, he figured he might as well make do, and do what he planned on doing.

Who: Natalie and Nic
When: Morning, around 10 am.
Where: Her room/third floor bathroom

Natalie woke late as was becoming her habit, the taste of scotch gone sour on her breath. She lay there for a moment with her eyes still closed, debating whether or not she had it in her to fall back asleep. Upon deciding that no, she wasn't able to sink back into blissful unconsciousness just yet, she opened her eyes and spent some time staring straight up at the ceiling. Once she'd worked up the motivation to move, she threw back the covers and closed her eyes as she sat up, knowing there would be a lingering headache from last night's overindulgence. Self-blinded as she was, the sensation of something cold and thick on her feet and squishing between her toes came as a complete surprise. Her eyes popped open and she looked down, blanching at the sight of the blood - blood she didn't yet realize was fake. Her breath caught and she looked wildly around, some analytical part of her mind noting details and drawing conclusions that she'd look at later. For now, however, the part that was growing hysterical held the forefront of her attention. She stood, slipping on the slick plastic wrap and nearly falling before reaching the surer ground of the carpet, heedless of the foot-shaped bloodstains she was leaving. It was hard to care, of course, when one noticed the entrails strung across her furniture.

It's been two days already and still no response. So, I'm going to repeat myself - I want to know who attacked me. I'm not going to fade into the background like the rest of spineless twerps around here and I will keep sending you notes until I become such a pain in your ass that you give me some sort of response.

I await your reply.

I'm getting notes from someone. I don't know who it is. The wording is weird and, after reading them over and over, I thought someone might read something from them that I'm not seeing. Or they might know who's sending them to me, which would be better.

Note 1: Did you ever think of yourself actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it?

Note 2: It's silly to be depressed by it. One thinks of being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account that one is dead.

Who: Wouldn't you like to know?
Where: 2nd floor
When: Just before dawn

The figure looked curiously at what had been left at each door on this floor. Interesting. They stepped up to Zania's door, this time simply pinning it on the door, before leaving.

Weather Report: Constant and steady rain.

Events: Experiment B'ers may see glimpses of what definitely looks like a body if they are watching the lake. It will stay in focus long enough to confirm that yes, it is the body, and it looks female, but it will float out of focus after a few seconds.

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