journal entry {day 45}

[youcallmespence]

I've got a room to stay in at the boardhouse. It's nice enough, and oddly quiet for the volume of people who seem to be here. Devices don't exist; my gun is gone. To be honest, I'm not keen on carrying it around in the first place

Comments

[goldn_boy]

Hi. Don't be alarmed, but I feel I should tell you these journals are linked. To everyone else's journal who's shown up here just like you. My name's Jim, and I'm also staying at the boarding house.

I don't know much, but I'm happy to answer any of your questions that I can.

[youcallmespence]

You'd mentioned on the other doctor's journal that you have experience in alternate universe theory. So this is how the linking works, I see. And this is how I get a hold of you.

I'm Dr. Spencer Reid, and in where I came from, I was an FBI profiler. I'd like to figure out the mind of West, and how this place exists. I'm in my room right now - as you can see, from the journal reply - if you'd like to meet with me.

[t_x_unit]

I like your job.

How extensive was your security access?

[youcallmespence]

That's confidential.

[hey_assbutt]

I believe most of us just keep to ourselves when we can. Weapons are more or less frowned upon but it's easy to find knives or something blunt if you wish to have a weapon handy just in case.

[youcallmespence]

I've never been good with close combat, I have to admit. So, aside from the circumstance of what brought us each here, everything seems... normal? Relatively so, of course.

[possemagnet]

Getting familiar seems to be the only option as far as I can see. I'm still working on plan B.

[youcallmespence]

What's "Plan B" for you?

[possemagnet]

Fixing up one of the cars in the lot.

[youcallmespence]

And then what?