[The feed opens with Lyle looking the way that most of the asylum probably looks at this point: thin, bedraggled, dirty, and tired, and the flashing red lighting is giving him an eerie sort of countenance. He's holding a sheet of paper and looking at the camera solemnly.]For those of you new to this place, I'm sorry you've been dragged here. If you ( Read more... )

For all the damned changes that have been coming through, there is one good thing. Looks like there's useful stuff in the closets. If you want to defend yourselves enough to do so much as get some damned food, I suggest you check there, first ( Read more... )

[A series of shuffling, shifting sounds can be heard, not unlike the sort of background noise you get when someone accidentally turns their phone on inside their bag or their pocket. A low, frustrated sound, like a near growl is made before some discontented muttering can be heard through the comm line.]I knew I shouldn't have picked the habit back ( Read more... )

[The video feed opens to show Lyle Dylandy who, if the background of the feed is anything to go by, is currently sitting in the chapel all decked out in his priestly costume. When he speaks his Irish accent seems even thicker than usual and his tone is thoughtful.]Sure as I'm sitting here, these times are troubling. The long-held captivity and ( Read more... )

[Lyle Dylandy is currently stationed at the bottom of one of the stairwells with a sizable stack of papers. Why there, you ask? Because it seems like the best place to catch the largest amount of people in transit with the least amount of likely hood of being seen by the staff ( Read more... )

One thing has been bugging me for a while. I wasn't sure if it had been addressed before I got here or not. Still, I've not seen anything about it, so might as well ask.

Not everyone here can possibly be speaking English as their primary language on a regular basis, can they? I mean, that's what I hear... but given our varied origins, I wouldn't ( Read more... )

[Those visiting the craft room with the intent to construct something artistic will likely be disappointed to find a dearth of tape. This is because the supply has been picked over by some individuals looking for some cheap laughs at the expense of the nurses ( Read more... )

So. Figured it'd be a good idea to write what I've seen.

Mirror observations:One reflection aimed a lethal weapon at my head. It didn't connect, but it should have. I could tell the aim was dead on. It's pretty obviously significant, but I'm not sure if it applies in every situation or not. Or whether it applies to just weapons. (I witnessed some ( Read more... )

It seems I've gotten an unexpected present. And well timed since my last bottle was lifted off me.

Thank you, Mr. ShinRa, for the generosity. Anything I can do to return the favour?

i think i've been staring at the computer screen for too long. coulda sworn i saw a reflection of someone in my screen, but no one's there. 'course, could have just been some after image effect. i did mess with that desktop file.

speaking of computers and such, hey neil. got a favour to ask.