[Separate notes, all but the first posted a little later in the shift.]

[vstheworld]

[Unsigned, but undisguised.]

So where do I go to meet the firing squad already?

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[Strikeout illegible]

Mental Quest peeps:

Sorry I couldn't make it. Had a little date with counselling of the very special variety. How'd it go? And can we do it again so I can make it up to you guys?

- Scott Pilgrim, Mighty Bassist Kind Of Freaking Out A Little Here

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To Guybrush and anyone else who went through the Sun Room yesterday:

[About enough "sorry"s to feed a small third-world country have been pasted here.]

Guybrush, I'll see you at dinner. Hope the nose gets better fast.

- SP

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[Unsigned, but undisguised]

To the guy who asked about going between floors without doors, stairs, or fire poles:

I told you so!!

Comments

[dualistic]

We were pretty lucky, thanks to that Ringmaster of yours. But yeah, we'll need to make another trip.

- Dent

[vstheworld]

Good to hear. You guys actually got there for once, then?

[dualistic]

Right. Got a trophy and everything.

What the hell happened to you?

[vstheworld]

Oh man and I missed out?! Lame!!

And it involved needles, temporary insanity, and a sword on fire. Great story. Read the book sometime.

Yeah it wasn't fun.

[tightsofmight]

Trophy?

And no one was hurt, right? What else did you find down there?

[Because he refuses to answer to Costume Guy, he has signed his note with a tiny spider symbol instead.]

[stlg13bomber.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, we're fine. I know it wasn't your fault so I'm not mad or anything.

--Carter

[vstheworld]

That's good. Some people get bent outta shape about stuff like that.

Hey didn't I meet you somewhere before?

[tightsofmight]

Dude. We are talking today. No exceptions.

You have to remember that this is not your fault.

[Signed with a tiny yet familiar spider insignia.]

[vstheworld]

When did someone a quarter my size become my go-to-guy for emotional trauma?

...Yeah come find me at lunch asap kthx.

[added hastily afterward] If lunch still exists anyway.

[tightsofmight]

Because you are a quarter of the size of my emotional trauma. Also excuse you, you've only got like five inches on me.

Lunch had better exist. I am starved like you would not believe. Whatever the case, I'll find you.

[vstheworld]

I was being metaphorical! Sort of. How do metaphors work again?

But seriously, man, I do sympathize on all that stuff, trauma and hunger both. I know you're having a hard time. Tomorrow will be tough and today will too, y'know? I can try to come up with a way to help you cheer up? But there's not much I can do.

[OOC: It's time once again to play everyone's favourite - "Spot the Reference!" :>]

[after first shift]

[lastlovesong]

T-There's a firing squad here?

[vstheworld]

Oh god I hope not!! I just feel like they might as well be sending me to one. They're just not letting up on the people who fought in the riot yesterday.

[lastlovesong]

Oh, thank goodness. It would've been absolutely horrible if there was one.

If they're punishing the people who fought back yesterday, why are they punishing those who didn't participated in the food fight? I think I might've created a bigger mess when my bucket of water tipped over.

[vstheworld]

I think it's kinda some weird reverse psychology punishment? Sure felt like one, anyway. I think the point is to get some hate going between the patients. I saw a looooooot of people glaring my way. Yikes.

[Added in after the fact] I hope you got a clean shirt.

[second note]

[toxicspiderman]

Glad we didn't decide to ditch you prematurely. Name your night. Next time I'm willing to bet we'll need more action, less brain trust. Just a guess.

-- The Ringmaster.

[vstheworld]

Tonight if you're up for it?

I'm your guy for action! I just have to be not as brainwashed this time.

[strikeout legible]

[toxicspiderman]

Sure.

Figured, if they signed you up for the brainwashing squad. I'd make a crappy guard. What am I going to do, ask them to hold still long enough to cement their feet to the deck? I don't think being able to mix concrete in the dark by scent and feel alone counts as a superpower.

-- S.T.

[vstheworld]

Careful, I might have to change your nickname to Bricklayer.

[its-the-mileage.livejournal.com]

I see you've already been filled in. We made out all right--how about you?

[vstheworld]

Most crappily. I punched my roommate in the face with a couch.

[anon]

[falseblack]

...You actually did it? How?

[vstheworld]

Like I said, I can jump really high.

...Never mind that I was flung rather than jumped BUT STILL. IT COUNTS!!!

[anon]

[falseblack]

Color me impressed. Think you can do it again?

[vstheworld]

Get me a flipped couch, a table, and a couch standing on its end one of these nights and we'll see.