Twenty-Three

[hurtjustalittle]

[Filtered against drones, backdated to just after the April Fool's event]

I don't think I'm alone in saying that some of the people who contacted me during that... occurrence with the phones were familiar. I talked to my twin, and one other individual who I am unfortunately acquainted with.

I have little faith in the latter of the two, but trust my

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[crunchitize_me]

[He's not one for talking, but he'll make a sound akin to something of curiosity. People were able to call out? Wait... Masters? This is all sounding sort of familiar, but his main concern is getting out of here--Or not, seeing as he's not really breathing back in his world anymore.]

[hurtjustalittle]

I can hear you. Identify yourself.

[crunchitize_me]

...

[So not speaking up.]

[hurtjustalittle]

...

I'll ask again. Who is this, and you have any information that's worth listening to?

[heartstar_blues]

[The Captain would answer, and from his own phone too! The wonders never cease.]

Good to see someone has people coming back for them...

[hurtjustalittle]

My Masters wouldn't abandon me.

[heartstar_blues]

Lucky you.

[hurtjustalittle]

It has little to do with luck. I became worthy of their help through hard work and complete dedication to them.

[bloodon_myknife]

[Sniper would answer this call. He was always interested in ways out.]

I got in touch with some of my allies back home. They are doubtful about finding this place though.

That said, I have several allies here. I believe we can come up with something, and would love to share any information gathered on this place.

[hurtjustalittle]

[Oh hey it's that guy who wants to hunt immortals. Hrm...]

There's little chance that my Masters won't be able free me. Our organisation is strong.

I've picked up things, since I've been stuck here since mid-November. I may be able to answer questions.

[bloodon_myknife]

So's mine. That doesn't seem to mean much here though. It would be smart if you start working your own way out instead of waiting for a rescue.

Sounds good. What is this Drone family I keep hearing about?

[hurtjustalittle]

But we are unimaginably so.

It doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying to get out for myself. I wouldn't be spreading knowledge about this place if I was.

The family unit we've all been assigned to will have drones instead of real people if there is not enough captives to take up the positions wife, father and two to three children.

[ra_ra_razputin]

I talked to somebody I know, but when I told him about this place he acted like I was making it all up!

Do you... do you really think they can bust us out of here?

[hurtjustalittle]

One of the people I talked to said that they quite liked the fifties, but they shut up as soon as I mentioned the Monsters.

My Masters can do anything they wish to. If they want us out of here, there's little chance that we won't be freed.

[snapshot_brat]

I got a few people I know, but one of them got cut off before I could tell him everything, and the other one had gone stupid or something.

[hurtjustalittle]

Well, nevermind. Others seem to have contacted outsiders and my Masters are coming, which is the most important thing.

Stupid how?

[snapshot_brat]

He actually wanted to live here! He's not all that smart normally, but this was just weird.

[hurtjustalittle]

...Irregular. Cullen claimed that the fifties were not all that bad, but I shut her up my telling her about the Monsters.