[John opens up the feed but doesn't say anything immediately. He waits a few seconds, probably either staring intently at a wall or looking blankly at his phone. When he does speak - only after he sighs resignedly - he just sounds kind of tired.If you're hurt....doctors. St Barts. Just down the road. If you can't come to us, we can make a house ( Read more... )

Everyone's just dancing around the subject, but I'm going to just come right out and say write it: tonight this boat's going to hit an iceberg. Congratulations on surviving the haunted house, but you're probably going to die once this whole thing gets going. Don't worry, I'm definitely going to die. A poor man stuck in steerage? They'll use my ( Read more... )

[This is accessible to people in Night 2.]

Is everyone alright? I'm with Marco. We're fine. [FOR NOW.]

...it's John Watson, by the way. In case you couldn't figure that out from my horrible penmanship.

Does anyone speak Japanese? Shura? I keep seeing notes about something called a kusabi.

I think at some point I promised to blog about all our little adventures, but I guess I just haven't been in the mood since [DYING] we all ran around thinking we were pirates. [Pause.] Blogs are inane and kind of pointless anyway ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I'm still in St Barts if anyone ever needs anything, or in my flat...or over in the pub.

[In this space John writes a bunch, deletes it, tries writing something else, then deletes it again. This process goes on for a while, until he comes up with this:I think I died ( Read more... )

[A public message scribbled hastily in the middle of the night:]

The pirates have come to shore! They've set the dock ablaze and are looting shops and houses street by street.

Evacuate all townspeople to Fort Charles immediately!

[A Private Note to Suzanne:Suzanne, forgive me, I though I knew what was best. The pirates might not be stopped ( Read more... )

[John tried peeling the stickers off his mailbox. You can tell he's just thrilled to find that they reappeared when his back was turned.]

We still can't go home, but don't you fret. Just because we're stuck in some isolated city with no hope of escape doesn't mean we can't celebrate Valentine's Day. [...] Whether we like it or not, clearly.

[ ( Read more... )

( An introduction....of sorts. )

What's going on with everyone? Sue's trying to lock us all up because we're combing our hair the wrong way and wearing our pants too baggy.

...wait. That's how she normally is. Never mind.

Pffft. Not that I even care. You're all a bunch of assholes.

[Filtered to YOUNG PEOPLEYou know what we need? A party. Drugs, booze, irresponsible behavior ( Read more... )

[John's singing to himself. Well. If you could classify shouting in a sing-songy kind of way as singing.]

PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! A sense of expectation hanging in the air!
GIVING OUT A...SOMETHING! Across the room your eyes are prowling in the dark!
aaaaaand here we go again, we know the score, we know our friends...uuuh [a little bit of humming here ( Read more... )