[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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Day 68: Visiting Day finally arrives, roughly one and a half months later than it should've. Still no sign of Mom and Dad. The current twit population among the inmates appears to have increased by one, however. Anyone with the misfortune of encountering one Harold Greene is advised to ignore every word he says. Likewise, inmates whose vaccinations are not currently up to date are advised to seek immediate medical treatment following any prolonged interaction.
Supposedly, people we want to see are showing up. Interesting. That implies that grants of visitation around here work on some sort of telepathic principle. Or it's magic again. Regardless, this is a notion that merits further study among the people who remain here.
General consensus seems to indicate that Visiting Day only lasts for a weekend, and that the City will return to the status quo as of tomorrow. Therefore, I suggest that anyone who intends to leave now, while the opportunity has presented itself, should pack their bags and make ready for nightfall.
[OOC: Yes, yes he is going to try and escape the City with the rest of the visitors. Hey, you gotta give him points for trying, right? Anyway, anything goes, hit him with everything you've got, and he'll selectively forget anything I don't want him to remember tomorrow.]