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[keijournal]

WHAT in person / text / vlog / idk
WHERE ANYWHERE
WHEN day 11


[When you wake up you will find a notice from the Tidy Living Apartments that says simply:

Elevator Under Maintenance.

We apologize for any inconvenience.

-Tidy Living Staff


Despite this note, the elevator seems to work fine, it opens up for you, and that's good because it's the only way to exit unless you want to vault out of your Several Stories High Window With A View Of the Lake.

But when you hit the button there seems to be a low chance it will take you where you want to go.

Most likely it will just drop you off at the wrong apartment. But it seems like some wires got crossed and you may also end up anywhere in Quiet Mounds, including the school boiler room, the church, the laundry room, the fighting ring...

It seems like you probably won't be getting home today so you might as well make some friends.]

Comments

[2beautiful2live]

[ANYWAY SO THERE IS THE SOUND OF SOMEONE TRYING TO JUST OPEN YOUR DOOR AS IF THEY OWN THE PLACE OR SOMETHING.]

[cannonbeauty]

Pardon me!

[ the door swings open and Jessica has a cannon that is as long as she is tall pointed in his direction.]

[wrongstory]

[can he keep the door open just a crack and peek through]

[mackynations]

[ he gets up immediately at the sound of the open door - - ]

Orga?

[clocked_out]

[tbh Dave just assumes it's Kei so he definitely jumps when there is a much larger person there.]

—Hi.

[splashofbourbon]

[enjoy this super messy apartment with a lot of empty bottles of liquor and this dirty cowboy who inhabits it?]

[he looks up just sort of quirking an eyebrow in question]

You need something?

[turnonmycharm]

[just lounging on the couch wearing boxers and reading a book. looking up over his glasses]

. . . yo.

[conatus]

[you open the door to pitch darkness. you can't see your hands in front of you can't tell how long the blackness goes on for, perhaps stretching forever, trapping you in some wide corridor of celestial nothingness.

but then you hear a guy roll over and the tv on the wall turns back on. Mary Berry is talking about opera cakes and you're in somebody's bedroom with blackout curtains? oops.]

[cannonbeauty]

[ if he wakes up, he'll find Jessica taking notes on these cakes on her phone ]

[turnonmycharm]

I have questions about the security in this place.

[foretasted]

[is straight up just going for the fridge whether it's his own or not, b&e laws don't exist here anyway.]

[wrongstory]

[how about: alarmed man backs far away]

Excuse me—?

[punchiest]

[ someone is actually climbing in your window (or the window of the coffee shop, or the store at the mall, honestly, wherever you are), sorry ]

— Oi, sis —

[ and sort of stops, halfway in the window, half out like. this is not the apartment he thought he was headed to. is this elevator related who knows but im taking advantage tbh ]

[eforeveryone]

. . .

[8U]

[mackynations]

[ --- ]

Did you ... have some business here?

[clocked_out]

[Dave is holding a sword]

What the fuck!!!!!

[splashofbourbon]

[it is definitely not this apartment is covered in filth and a lot of empty liquor bottles, whups]

Your sis ain't here, kiddo.

[cannonbeauty]

[ Congrats on hitting the rando invader jackpot(???) You'll find Jessica in your apartment/place of employment tidying up the place or cooking you a lovely meal that smells amazing.

Sweet deal, right? Unless there's a method to your madness. ]

[wrongstory]

Ah...

[a negative reaction seems rude somehow?? GREATLY CONFUSED] You shouldn't have gone to the trouble...

[splashofbourbon]

[I mean you probably didn't want this drunken cowboy stumbling into your room but that's what you're getting.]

Now this ain't right...

[conatus]

Hm?

[glancing over from the only source of light in the room, the TV]

Can I help you?

[cannonbeauty]

[ Peeking out from the kitchen! ]

Mr. Mcree, is that you? I'm guessing they still haven't fixed the elevators. . .

[clocked_out]

[Dave's not really paying attention so he just opens the door and walks in, headphones on and carrying a bag of groceries.

And then presumably he sees a person and that this is not his apartment and has a minor hard attack.]

OH jegus five time gold medalist Christ what the FUCK.

[hotsytotsybotsy]

[This fine lady is rifling through your refrigerator.]

No soap, radio.

[His phone also gets a text: 8=====D]

[hotsytotsybotsy]

[Whoever you may happen to be, you have a flashily dressed woman on your couch, watching your tv, helping herself to your food. You may want to address this.]

Golly, these programs here are something else!