[straight, crisp lettering with sharp edges]

[purgatio]

If any knew a man by the name of Byrne, he died last night.

He somehow turned into a monster halfway through the night, attacking two children before being fought off and brought down.

Comments

[unsigned]

[she_is_ruin]

I'm not really a child, though.

[unsigned, in different writing]

[purgatio]

[ taken, and left folded in its place: ]

A helpless maiden, perhaps?

[she_is_ruin]

I always wanted to be in acting.

[purgatio]

[ notes taken. ]

You did quite well for yourself. I was moved.

[she_is_ruin]

Oh, well thank you. I didn't want to give a poor performance.

Are you going out again for seconds?

[purgatio]

[ okay, these are just taken forever. and his are always folded. the end. ]

I need to look into what my brother needs, but I very well may be. Are you open to playing again?

[she_is_ruin]

Until this is over, I expect what he needs is more playing, or am I wrong?

I don't see why not.

[purgatio]

Five times; no more, no less. Though I can give you the details in person if you like.

[she_is_ruin]

If that's the case, hopefully the process can be expedited a little. Five times over five nights will so long. The details would be nice, though; I do like hearing about the news.

[purgatio]

Let's plan to meet, then, either way. Near the patient blocks I'll look for you.

[she_is_ruin]

Fine by me.

[timedork]

[There is an ink blot]

What? He was one of the ones to- [The rest has been marked out heavily enough to be completely illegible]

[same writing as above forever]

[purgatio]

It's true.

[showmeyourwreath]

[There are so many strikeouts, blots and false starts on her first piece that she just gives up and starts a new one.]

Are the children alright? Do you know?

[same writing as above forever]

[purgatio]

From what I saw, they were able to walk away from it.

Re: [same writing as above forever]

[showmeyourwreath]

That's good to hear. I hope they're alright, nobody should have to be here, much less children.

What happens to the people that die here?

[purgatio]

What happens to the people that die here?

A strange question. People die when they are killed.

[ /trolls forever ]

[showmeyourwreath]

_{[Suddenly unsure. Maybe she wasn't being clear enough?]}

I know that, I meant more that the day shifts so quickly and everything is normal, so what happens to those that die the night before? Where do they end up?

[purgatio]

Their bodies are left in the morgue upstairs.

[showmeyourwreath]

The more I _{[strikeout illegible. suddenly little inkblot]} Are all the monsters here patients?

[purgatio]

It's a question none of us can answer. There are some who formulated that monsters were patients--or at least people--well before this illness started striking.

[showmeyourwreath]

Did that man, Byrne, did he change back to himself when he died?

[purgatio]

I don't know. The night ended.

[showmeyourwreath]

Were you there, too? Are you alright?

[purgatio]

As fine as can be expected.

[showmeyourwreath]

That's a little relieving to hear.