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[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

I have questions. Nurses - don't read this!

What are this place's secrets? Clearly it's all spooky and stuff! There must be secret passageways, hidden chambers, mystical hidden caverns that move around, and possibly Klingons. Where are they? I want to know everything so I can escape and bring bloody vengeance crashing down on the head of the girl who sent me here!

Also, I would like a weapon. Mr. Weapon-Making Person said there's a list, but I prefer not to wait. If anybody's got one, I'm willing to trade. If you know where one is... just tell me.

Please respond with any and all information!

Comments

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

Just asking the nurses not to read this isn't going to keep them from it.

No one knows all the secrets of this place.

As far as weapons go, you might have to make do with something more makeshift at first.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That was incredibly unhelpful!

[tsunagari.livejournal.com]

My statements were only truthful. If you want weaponry the best course of action is to find it yourself or ally with someone with the ability to make them. I know of such a person, but I wouldn't want to introduce him to someone overly demanding.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not demanding! I'm just forthright!

[his-singer.livejournal.com]

Klingon? As in from Star Trek?

Oh, and they might not be much, but you can get pipes and whatnot from the bathrooms or the janitor's closets.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

I will endeavor to seek out pipes, then. Thank you for your not entirely un-useful suggestion!

[♥ XD]

[his-singer.livejournal.com]

No problem. Just watch out though, monsters are sometimes hiding out in the room and whatnot.

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

...there's something about this message that's just so endearing that it's bloody adorable.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Why thank you! I am adorable!

[clockmongler.livejournal.com]

As I've taken notice, dear... whatever is your name, my lady?

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

I am Anyanka. Your obvious enjoyment of my undeniable charm makes me think we'd get along. We should meet.

[unsigned]

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

You could try to find something heavy or sharp in a kitchen, or scalpels in a more medically-inclined room. The flashlights do well enough for bludgeoning locked doorknobs-- and would probably do equally well for bludgeoning less-than-friendly creatures.

If you have maps as you said, those should direct you to more useful rooms.

Re: [unsigned]

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Why thank you! This was considerably more helpful than most of the answers I have received.

Re: [unsigned]

[captain-hunam.livejournal.com]

I would try to help more, but I only got here last night. I only know so much because someone who's been here longer let me tag along.

[wearyofscreams.livejournal.com]

Good morning, Anya! I was passing through the Sun Room and my captor lady pointed this bulletin contraption out to me. What a delight to see you posting here! I was a little worried seeing how you were there one moment and gone the next.

Not much to add to your post, but I did learn what sort of ghouls and ghosts haunt these halls - it's all so very exhilarating! Hope to see you around.

Sincerely,
Jack Skellington

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Hello Jack!

It's delightful to hear from you again, as you are only person around here (aside from myself, of course) who has any sense of what decent demons and ghouls should look and act like. The shoddy standards in this place are very disheartening. We should consider taking our complaints directly to Dr. Landel - he seems to run this "institute."

[wearyofscreams.livejournal.com]

Hello!

As am I, my dear! Perhaps we should get together and draw up plans? I have a lovely notebook that I'm using for the greater purpose of science! I just know Dr. Finklestein will love what I have so far. Such creatures they have here and they're letting them go to waste with the attacking and eating of people rather than the far more difficult task of striking fear so deep into their hearts they can't sleep for weeks! Such a disappointment.

Oh and is that the Intercom Man's name? I've been wondering about that! Then it is decided. Let's speak with him at his earliest convenience.

Sincerely,
Jack Skellington

[whiteychan.livejournal.com]

Dr. Landel is not likely to listen to your suggestions, and I highly doubt you'll have the chance to speak with him. His goals, I imagine, are quite different from yours.

[strikeout readable under close scrutiny]

[light-wicca.livejournal.com]

Anya?

You sound a lot like someone I know.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

I have perused your note quite carefully, and you seem to think I'm someone named Anya. Coincidentally, I am, but I doubt very much that you know me. Unless Buffy Summers has been killing off her other friends and sending them to hell dimensions too.

Which wouldn't surprise me.

[light-wicca.livejournal.com]

_{[The following is preceded by many beginnings of sentences frantically started and scribbled out.]}

Anya?? What How What are you doing here?

Buffy wouldn't do something like that.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Clearly she did because I'm here, aren't I?

Maybe we should meet to discuss this in person. Dinner?

Who are you anyway?

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

I make weaponry. Not like the individuals identifying themselves as 'alchemists' do, but highly functional.

[wishescankill.livejournal.com]

Interesting. I desire a broadsword. Can you 'hook me up,' so to speak?

I am, of course, willing to trade - that's capitalism, the system on which all great societies are built!

[tartaros-avatar.livejournal.com]

Yes.

I'd be interested in a trade. Which isn't actually capitalism, it's a more primitive barter system. But I'm all in favor of the idea, regardless.