[three separate notes, posted in different places on the board]

[nobleman]

I had a dream last night where no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get to where I was going. Did anyone else go through this? If so, did you end up anywhere interesting?

*

I'm not sure how many people are sick now, but would it be possible to have those of you who still aren't feeling well respond here so we can keep track of that? I'd like to offer help where I can, but I can't do that unless I know who I'm helping. You don't have to sign your name for now, if you'd rather not.

- Guy Cecil

*

Does anyone know what happened to Locke? He's my roommate, and I haven't seen him in the past day or so.

- Guy Cecil

Comments

[nobleman]

I don't mean like that...

[the rest of the note is folded up and has to be opened]

If you aren't careful with how you word things, the nurses will take stuff down.

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd hesitates for a moment when he reads that note, then removes it, putting it into his pocket before he responds to it. His own note is folded as well.]

oh. I didn't know that.

what kinds of stuff is it okay to write? is it okay to say? or shuld you tell me your self?

[nobleman]

[still folded]

Anything that goes on at night... Those are just dreams, right? That's how you have to go about it.

[redcladidealist]

oh. okay, got it, I think

[There's a dot on the paper, as though Lloyd had had to think for a moment before figuring out what to write.]

so last night was just a dream? I didnt realy go back home?

[strikethrough legible]

[nobleman]

Right. That's how the nurses would tell it to you, anyway.

[redcladidealist]

got it

it was a wierd dream. nobody else was there who shuld have been there, it was just me an some friends from hear. every one else was missing.

[nobleman]

I heard that's how other people dreamed it too. It was different in my case.

[redcladidealist]

what did you dream?

[nobleman]

There were people there, but my friends and I couldn't interact with them at all. It's like we were ghosts.

[redcladidealist]

[Another hesitant pen tap.]

I'm not sure if that wood be better or wurse than my dream

are you alright?

[nobleman]

Oh, I'm fine! This happened to me last time, so it's more or less old news by now. How about you?

[redcladidealist]

I'm fine. it was just

[A few pen taps before a word is carefully written out.]

disterbing. I thouht maybe something happened to my friends.

[nobleman]

It's just more tricks. I'm sure they're fine.

[redcladidealist]

I hope so. I still want to look for them.

hey thanks for helping me

what's your name?

[nobleman]

I'm Guy.

[redcladidealist]

oh! hey Guy, its Lloyd!

[nobleman]

Hi there, Lloyd.

[Someone needs writing lessons...]

[redcladidealist]

[Hey, come on, his writing's at least good enough to read. What more could someone want?]

I didn't reallize it was you. I forgot to sine my name too though so I guess I cant say any thing

[nobleman]

It's fine! At least we found out.

[redcladidealist]

yeah