paradisalogs | day two: seeking manager

Entry tags:

Who: Clinic peoples
What: Lockdown: Day Two
When: Today!
Where: The clinic

[ Still here | Passport wanted | Looking for entertainment | Burning food | Feel free to come up with your own sections if you wish! ]

Oh. I just assumed I was bothering you with all the babbling and all.

[shakes her head]

Not at all. I wasn't really paying attention.

Oh. Well. That's good, I guess.

.... Are you okay?

Yes! Well...no. Not really. I've never been held hostage like this before.

[nods slowly]

It's not the easiest thing to deal with.

Nothing here seems to be.

Some of it's better than others.

Such as?

Sometimes it decides to send us on Paris vacations.

...Wow, that sounds better than the ones I've seen.

It was only once, around Christmas. Who knows if it's going to happen again.

So there's no way to know which events repeat and which don't. That sucks.

I've only heard of a few events repeating themselves, but not always the same way.

Guess this place wants to always keep you guessing.

It certainly never wants us to be bored.

I don't think that'd be possible, being bored here.

There certainly is plenty to do.