DAY THIRTEEN

[Doesn't anybody
hear that sound?
It's a crawling-
a wet sort of
skittering from
below. Have
you been to the
basement lately?]


This day part lasts until Friday.

DAY TWELVE

[Back on dry land,
back to the cold.
Did everyone
make it home?
...This is your
home, you know.]


This day part lasts until Monday. It will be an average day, so new characters can settle in, and the Pirate plot can catch up.

DAY ELEVEN

[Have you grown
your sea legs,
or did you spend
yesterday ill?
On your feet, lads,
for today we
seek our treasure.]


This day part lasts until Friday. We will put up the island portion of the plot either tomorrow or Wednesday, as the boat portion is still getting off the ground. The next daypart will be a quiet one, so there will be time to catch up!

DAY TEN

[As winter approaches,
wouldn't a vacation
be nice? A cruise
or a trip to an
island paradise?
Your wish
is our command.]


This day part lasts until Monday. It also marks the start of the 2-day PIRATES Time Skip! The write-up will be posted today. Get ready for all the swashbuckling and treasure-hunting you can handle.

Um. I'm a little confused. Where the heck am I?! I woke up on the floor. That is not cool. Whoever kidnapped me is totally in for it, just because of that. Seriously. The floor?! These are new jeans. I see there's a bed like a foot from me. Why not leave me there? I'm guessing it was just to be a jerk. Also, it's pretty lame to kidnap someone and then not show yourself. So now would be the time to pop up and scare me. I promise to try and be terrified. And also, please bring b- food, Mr. Kidnapper. I'm hungry.

...If this is Katherine's doing then, uh, forget everything I just said. And I will totally do what it is you brought me here for. Please don't make me kill anyone.

[A crips fresh voice sounds publicly to all. It's obviously a female, with a bit of California valley girl lilt. And whoever it is, she sounds pretty aggravated.]

Um... hello? Anyone out there? And if so, mind telling me where the heck I am?

Gotta say it's pretty damn creepy to fall asleep in my own bed and wake up here. Where ever here is anyways. Anyways seriously, Angel, Wesley, Gunn? Please tell me you're here somewhere too. If not, your asses better be working on finding me and getting me home!

No really, please hurry up?

[That last part sounds just the least bit vulnerable.]

DAY NINE

[A quiet day.
You've been lucky,
haven't you?
Don't get
too comfortable.
A new month
often brings
new perils.]


This day part lasts until Friday. We will be creating the December calendar, so please introduce your new characters and stay tuned!

[Rose stares analytically at a point above the camera; she's propped the journal in front of a mirror. She inspects herself for a moment- individual strands of hair, the corners of her eyes. She seems to find nothing of interest.]

Question for the lot o' ya. Are we gettin' older? Agin', I mean? All these months, and I honestly can't tell. I mean, my hair's been growin', but my actual age... huh.

DAY SEVEN

[There is a layer of
frost on the windows
this morning.
It's a quiet day.
Well, quiet as
this house can be.]


Sorry for the late day shift! We were so wrapped up in reading some exciting new apps that we forgot! No major plot stuff today; make some new friends! This daypart lasts until Friday.

Rose...Eric... It's Sookie...

[Supper long pause...]

I'm um sorry, so very sorry. Know it's been awhile since what happened, but I really am sorry. Just been really hard to deal with. Never thought I had that side in me and it scares me so I've stayed away. This house is a mad world and didn't want the chance of something like that happening again, couldn't bare the thought of hurting one of you or anyone else for that matter.

[BEHOLD, Oliver's grinning face.]

Welcome back everybody! I do hope you all had a good time, and that you're not too tuckered out. Ah, but put your feet up! Take the night off! You've all had a busy couple days.

[Oliver leans back so you can see he's sitting in a comfy chair. From the angle of his body, it looks like he's got his feet up on something off-screen.]

We've got some new faces, so do your best to make them feel welcome. [This patronizing little wave right here? It's directed at you, Gwaine!] Hello!

Oh! [Something occurs to him, and he snaps his fingers and shoots up out of the chair.] I almost forgot, I promised you all a little something for when the race was over. Mr. Holmes, Doctor, you two don't get the pleasure, I'm afraid. But as for everyone else....

Ask nicely enough... [He brings the camera closer to his face and grins in a GIANT CLOSE-UP.] ...and I may be persuaded that this is a bad idea.

Is everyone all righ'?

'as anyone 'eard from-

[Pause. She doesn't actually know who Oliver took from anyone else. Can't be bothered by it now, though...]

Where's my dad?!

If there truly is a god, I do thank him. I’m out of that moving metal box with Monsignor Mime, if that. Sweet Eros and Aphrodite he’s a wonder to look at, but I believe it all might crack into dust if he smiles.

And my dear Oliver! I lost the race, I believe I was promised the death of a loved one.

DAY SIX

[Welcome home, racers.
You were missed.
You were all so
ready to abandon
The House.
Perhaps you should
apologize?]

This daypart lasts until Monday.

[He understands the concept of the journal connecting him visually to other people, so he hit buttons until it made it happen. He’s still talking loud, leaning in whenever he says something. His cheeks are flush from his recent meal]

I’m living in time! All of it! I wanted to know what this funny glass orb is [He holds up a light bulb] and it transformed on every floor! Its used to make light, I’ve deduced. All these things from my time evolving into small wonders. [He’s spent all day walking up and down the stairs with various objects]

And what wonderful people live here! The crazy man from across the hall, with his violin. A Viking! Tom who flails and panics over the oddest things. And the books! So many books, and plays! Hundreds of years I missed! I’m also fairly certain that bastard teacher of mine stole some of my music.

Oh and the blood! [He holds up a sloshing jar of it] Its outside a person, but it isn’t Dead. I can drink it without killing any of my new time friends. If we’re all stuck here, I cant be killing my only potential actors. Which all of you beauties can be. I’ve made a stage [He’s suddenly in the Common Room on the second floor, pointing the jerky video towards the stage. Its made of random materials, fire wood, blankets for curtains, like a kid would make]

Oh this WILL be fun!