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I take it everyone's got tickets to the faire, from various journals.

Um.

Trouble is, I can't find Jack.  Anyone see him?

Mmmmm, toasties and rarebit and fresh bread.

It's not real, is it.

Alright.  Going to organize my thoughts.  They're in a muddle at the moment.  So I'm going to treat this a bit like my diary.

Lost:
Penknife, hanky, wallet, stun gun, stopwatch. 

Gained:
Box, holey socks, journal and a pen.  And a key.

I'm going to assume that everyone has a key, since it turned up with the journal and the socks.  Since it seems that everyone's got one of those.  At least, I haven't heard of anyone without a journal..?  Anyone up for poking round a bit to see what it's for?  I'd rather not do it alone, if you please.

I ah... right.
Feels like I'm writing in my diary, but I'm not.  And it feels familiar, but it's not.

Anyone else having memory trouble?

Ah, hallo, I'm Ianto Jones.  Pleased to see your handwriting, I suppose.  Anyone been out exploring yet?  I'm curious as to where the bloody hell we are.

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I'm bloody tired, but I suppose this is normal.  Dr. Ried's done an amazing job on me, but I still hurt like fury and I'm sleeping a lot. 

Someone kindly brought me coffee, though.  Apparently, there's food here?

I'm alive, I suppose.  That's all. 

People are starting to write about their experiences from the experiment.  I think I can assume that everyone went through something.  But it seemed the vast majority of people didn't go through ... truly horrible things.  Uncomfortable things, yes, sad things, yes, but not .. not...

"One crow means sorrow, two crows mean joy, three crows a wedding, four crows a boy, five crows mean silver, six crows mean gold, seven crows a secret that's never been told."

Is it significant that there is a giant murder of crows outside?  Would a murder of a murder of crows be a bloodbath or a war?

They dive bomb the windows when I get too close.  

I think I know where to find a length of pipe.  I'm not as good with the cricket as I am with the rugby, but I'm willing to give it a go.

Really?  Kids?  What's next, some of us get to be elderly for a day?

Bugger.  I really miss my diary.

They are stupid, but gradice. I do not know, because. I know care for the doctor, gradico l. But I know amore d' ; imitation. I cannot imagine my life to him with outside more. Gradice.


Also, I have my stopwatch again!

Oh, god, my torso hurts so bloody much.  Laughing for a few hours straight is really good for the stomach muscles. Ugh.

I didn't think he'd drift off so soon--

I wish I could hate th--

I knew this would hap--

Urg.

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I'm going to assume that everyone is whole and hale again.  If you aren't, I suggest you shout out now, if you can, since the caseload of all the doctors have dropped dramatically. 

There are a few things that could have happened, as far as I can tell.  We were knocked out for six weeks or so or our captors have access to medicine far more advanced than I have seen.  Also, has anyone noticed any differences in what you knew here before and what you see now?  I'm trying to decide if we were all just moved to another glass box or not.

I've been here about a week now, as far as I can tell.  All I can think about is how much I want to go home.  My stupid, bland little flat seems so welcoming and inviting now.  At least we've got shelter again and our wounds healed.  Oh, Jack, will you raid the chemist's this time again, or shall I?  Because you've got a date with me and a cheap bottle of wine.

Bring.   Him.  Them.  Back.

It's a pain in the arse, but the journals are good for keeping in touch with one another and for distracting oneself when things get a bit heavy.  Since I've heard that there's a surplus of journals around in the gym and since it's been put to me that as one of the walking wounded, I need to keep my arse near the doctors, does anyone want to help me ferret them out?  It's something to do that's vaguely constructive, plus we get to rip apart any extras to try and suss out how they work.  Any takers?

Rest assured, though, that when this is finished, I do intend on helping with the barn.  At least a little.  I won't strain myself any, I swear. 

I spent the better part of yesterday avoiding the journals, or at least avoiding writing in them, save for once in the morning, and I have to say I do feel a bit better for it.  Looking back, though, things seemed to have calmed everyone down, but I'm willing to bet that it's the heat and the lack of Weevils about that's doing it.

Bloody set the thermostat and leave it alone, would you?  I'm voting for around 20 celcius, if you don't mind, thank you very much.

Strangely, it's very easy to get complacent around here.  I'm watching people attempt to carry on with their lives and absorbing this mess as 'normal'.  Worse, I've caught myself doing it, too.  Granted, at night there is very little we can do what with the dark and all.  I'm willing to make emergency lamps for people, if we can find cooking oil and things to use as a wick.  Or motor oil, if that's about, but cooking oil smells of chips when it burns and motor oil rather reeks.

I wish I had my stungun.  I want to strike back so badly at our captors that I ache.  There are people who've been stuck here for ten days.  This cannot go on.

Third day here.  Dunno the date in relation to where I'm from, but if I had to guess, I'd say this was a Thursday.  Never could get the hang of Thursdays.

I've got a couple of odd questions: Is anything caffinated in this town (in the ..shop?  Quick mart?  Liquor store?) and is there a place in town where you can clearly see the top of the glass box?  From the ground, specifically.  If there's no caffeine, then I'm going to have a headache for roughly five more days, including today.

I'm going to go in and have a wash and a shave, then possibly irritate people with a jog.  I need to get my blood moving again.

Oh, you must be laughing at us, now.

Alright, you lot. 

I think some things need to happen.  I think we should cluster together instead of being spread apart.  The theatre and the museum seem to me to be the likeliest choices.  I think it's fairly vital that we stick together and support one another, even if we don't like each other much! 

More importantly, stop bloody reading what that watcher bloke is writing!  The whole point of this place seems to be to get into people's heads and twist until something goes pop.  If things are going to affect you, for god's sake, don't read.  Or at least don't read alone.

No one put me in charge.  I know I'm being presumptuous, but (and please forgive the buzzword) we have to be a bit proactive about things.

Needless to say, I think the idea of fun and games has been crossed from everyone's itinerary.

I can't decide if there are shapeshifters about or dopplegangers, but regardless, they are about.  It makes me wonder how those running this big experiment made such a thing and from where they came.  If they made it in here, there's got to be a door they came through, right?  I've got several ideas on attempting to find said door, but I really don't give high chances to success.  But it's something.

The weather's changed, drastically.  It's like the seasons are on fast forward.  If tomorrow's temperature shoots up, I won't be too terribly surprised.  I could be wrong, though, given that all I know about this place is based on a day and a half's knowledge.  It's very scant, I'll admit that myself.  At least I've found a few rubbish bins for snow.  Once it melts, we can wash in it.  I feel rather guilty about washing with bottled water. 

This is the first morning in quite some time where I haven't had a cup of coffee to smooth waking over for me.  This means that one fierce headache is going to be brewing (hah, no pun intended) as well as a foul mood.  If I snap at someone, please keep in mind that it isn't personal.  It's more than likely from my lack of caffination.  I think I'd settle for a coke at this point, too.  Anything.  Or at least a good endorphin rush.