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[ Will doesn't have a boat, not even one that he could spruce up a little bit. Maybe the people on the Island he's stranded on took them all before he started looking? What he does have, however, is an old boat engine, yes that's right, a genuine boat engine he's fixed up and into working order. ]

Hows that song go again? I got the cards but not the luck. I got the wheel but not the truck- or eh, well, I got the engine but not the boat in this case.

[ It was what seemed like almost a whole year ago now since Will received the item from home. Miriam Day was the one who found it and returned it back to him, Will had been tinkering with it since then, managed to fix it up pretty nicely. Now hopefully he could put it to some good use. ]

I er, I need a boat. I'm on the West most Island, where the Colosseum and Hope and Fear's temples are. I cant find all of my animals over here and believe they might have gotten themselves scattered during the shift...

[ So far, Will had only managed to round up about half of the 14 Fenic Fox he'd rescued prior to the City relocating. Needless to say, it was stressing him out. ]

I can help fit this engine to the boat, make it go faster. In exchange for a little boat trip across all four Islands, that is. I'm not bothered about it after that, you can keep the engine.

feelslikeimspilling

[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

whistlewhilstyouwork

Fun fact: The last sound I heard before arriving in this place was the sound of myself plowing a van into a building. Well, actually I'm not sure I'll ever know if it was a building or something else unless I manage to get outta here. For all I know it coulda been another van.

But that's not important. Point is it was an awful sound. Sort of what I'd guess going through a blender would sound like. Crunching metal, screeching wheels. The whole lot.

[If you don't know Whistler, he likely sounds laid-back, calm. If you did know him, you would be able to tell his voice is tight. He's agitated. And the normal raspiness of his voice is exacerbated by the croaky-ness caused by little sleep]

I'd have thought it would rank up there with one of the worst sounds I'll ever get to hear in my lifetime but these mirror things-- the ones that are causing everyone so much trouble-- have beaten that shit by miles. Left it in the dust. You might think I'd get to sit this one out, given the whole 'can't see' thing, but apparently not. Sounds are my images and so it'd appear that the gods got creative. Right now nothing, not my table, my mirrors, even the damn pots and pans...none of them will shut up.

[And he doesn't want to go in to what he's hearing]

So. For a distraction, let me ask you all question: What's the last sound YOU remember hearing before you got your free ticket to Caves-ville?

am_i_a_monster

I'm Abigail. I'm new here. Well, new-ish. I think I've been here around three weeks.

[She paused for a moment, not wanting to say too much about her hallucinations from the stings, or the days after when she was convinced she had become mentally ill and everything was a hallucination. She has the worry that she's inherited something from her father, something seriously wrong with her and this place is so strange that a part of her still thinks she's lost her mind.]

I wasn't myself for a while. I thought I had this other life and was back in high school. And I was taking piano lessons too, which was cool. I was learning to play the harpsichord before I came here.

[She paused again.]

I haven't used social media in a while.

[She wasn't sure how long she was in hiding in her old life. It's strange to be interacting publicly again.]

I guess I just want to say hi. So, hi.

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