[IC] ms. sayre's posts
May 8th, 2005
Why haven't you children found the killer yet? I bring together the greatest young minds and all you brats can do is cry, question sexuality, and ponder feminine hygiene.
Have I not pressed upon you the darkness of the situation? Work harder, children. First person to bring forth strong evidence earns a clean mattress.
- Camp Director
May 15, 2005
Children,
The first in the series of photos you will be given.
Part of my fiancé, Stephan, was found in these woods. They found his leg by that log.
He was a blond. Tall, but not immediately striking. I always thought I could bring him back with enough technology. [hypothesized that zombies came from this, but the notes later claim that they had been here. contradiction? ask wright.]
Obviously not. I hate children.
Make of it what you will.
threads of note:
ms. sayre and shinn asuka
June 19th, 2005
Until this Saturday, the only rations you will receive are the occasional dried jerky and water. You may thank Camper #018: Lu Xun, "styled Boyan," for that.
My power is absolute here. It would do well for no one to ever forget that. I would and will sink to disgusting levels in order to impart upon you that I mean malicious business; the only man I ever cared for is dead and is beyond caring what depths I go to for science and justice, so I do not particularly care what kind of person I reveal myself to be. All that will ever matter me now is finding his murderer. Think what you will about that.
In the meantime, enjoy your starvation. Carlos is currenly in my keeping, so I doubt he'll be of much aid to you from his cell. ["carlos" was later murdered.]
July 4th, 2005 [referenced in ms. sayre's notes, copying her post for posterity.]
Happy Fourth of July. Though I am Canadian, I arranged some entertainment for you all. I hope you enjoy the fireworks, children.
I'm somewhat sure that they contain nothing unpleasant. Somewhat.
July 23rd, 2005
I received some very interesting mail this morning, children. As I ate my eggs Benedict - instant Hollandaise sauce is the worst thing to have ever happened to breakfast, excusing your toasted "pastries" - and listened to the wail of my newest subject, I found my good attitude waning as I opened both envelopes. The contents annoyed me, deeply. Two separate parties have come forward with "issues" I can only assume they believed that I would find pertinent and worrying. Regardless, I am forced to address them.
1. Due to pressure from this camp's sponsors and several government inquiries, actual adult supervision has become a necessary compromise. Soon, children, the smallest amount of counselors possibly will be with you. Ignore them, kill them, I don't care. [further proof that counselors are not suspects.]
2. Courtesy of the petite Tohru, some of you children apparently have problems with how I act. Fascinating. I'm troubled, really. Why don't we just have an impromptu appointment, to finally settle this? [what happened with this?]
Please, step into my parlor.
The desired.
Tohru (notspecialatall)
Momoko (angelamourpeach)
Artemis (fowl_industries)
Yuki (prince_of_rats)
Lu Xun (grilled2order)
Kira (why_always_me)
Katou (hero_complex)
Hanajima (wave_report)
Stan ([the_one_king)
Haine (platinum_haine)
Omi (on_target)
Yuusuke (_icallshotgun_)
Haruka (jita_bata)
Excel (latrine_ordely)
July 28th, 2005
Counselors, you have five minutes to claim your respective offices. Set up in trees for all I care; I'm not responsible for any of you.
There will also be a meeting scheduled tomorrow night for the purpose of conferencing with your fellow supervisors, a phrase which here means "your teaching goals mean nothing to this administration", or "eat shit". [... cute.]
That is all.
August 21st, 2005
Whoever has been summoning frogs is to be brought forward to me immediately.
Their legs are not a delicacy. They are disgusting, and I will not stand having them placed in my coffee, or office, or staff residences. Stuff them into your cabins, you little shits. [this has no real relevance whatsoever, but was good for a laugh.]
October 4th, 2005
The month of October will proceed as planned. Despite the arrival of autumn, your imprisonment will not be affected. Know that, regardless of the season, you will remain here.
That is all, children.
February 5th, 2006
If my team loses, children, I will give you all permission to leave. [... the superbowl. team never named.]
April 3rd, 2006
... I'm afraid that I really have no idea where this is, which in itself is rather unusual. I've had to memorize hundreds of maps to help Father, so the fact that I am completely lost is inexcusable. Ergo, though I would prefer to remain independent in accordance to my nature, I'm afraid that I must ask just what this "Camp Fuck You Die" is supposed to --
Stephan.
Stop poking the zombies. [ms. sayre deaged. stephan was present? "superboy" spoke of this. something to consider.]
May 4th, 2006
The situation is being addressed, and if a solution cannot be found, then prepare for imminent deletion. [moon falling, referenced in ms. sayre's notes. was ultimately taken care of by her? ask colonel mustang.]
--
Ultimately, most of Ms. Sayre's posts seem to be done out of boredom. Little have anything to do with the case at hand, although she does reference a couple of these posts in her notes, hence their appearance here. One can only wonder what she's thinking.
The crime scene referenced in one of the May 2005 posts has been completely washed away; I visited the site on January 9th, 2007 myself. From the description, it implies that the "disembowlment" mentioned in Ms. Sayre's notes was referring to none other than Stephan Debussey.
... a web search for Mr. Debussey, ironically, only brings up Wright's journal.