Is it me, or did this place get a hell of a lot quieter?

[Private to Self // Hackable by Geniuses]

Since when did I want to sleep so much? I feel like I've been out of it for days.

Waters gone, didn't really notice until now.

Keep seeing those things more often, wish they didn't feel so damn real, everything else I remember feels... fake.

Maybe this place is just succeeding in driving me crazy.

/Private]

[[ooc: Sorry for lack of activity lately all, haven't been feeling very inspired for Mello. In answer to the reason for his silence, he's been 'dreaming', due to his disorder in his room, similar to a catatonic state and wouldn't have responded to anyone who might try to see him. I'm going to try to step up his realisation of his AU now so... hopefully it will be interesting? 8D; I'll do my best to pull it off well.]]

A shark just swam past my door.

... I don't suppose anyone has a canoe?

Not to mention there's now what looks like a black hole hanging above the dresser. Is this happening to anyone else's rooms? Better yet has anyone tried seeing what happens if you go into them.

[Screened to OU!Matt // Unhackable]

Matt, you around anywhere? You haven't said anything for a while.


[[ooc; Strikes illegible XD]]

I don't suppose anyone else is getting odd dreams as a curse are they?

So even the chocolate isn't safe anymore.

At least I'm still me this time instead of that idiot Doctor.

( [Private to self // Unhackable] )

This place is just non-stop with the joyride isn't it?


[[ooc: Strikes deleted, gasp!]]

The food here is terrible. Like the rest of this place.

[Screened // Unhackable]
Nothing is making sense, I'm still not sure what happened to me. Did I survive and get put in the hospital? How long was I unconcious there? More importantly why do I look different, my scars gone, thats impossible, not even plastic surgery could fix burnt tissue like that.
Fuck I hate this theatre.
[/Screened]


[[ooc: Basically Mello's cover story for the fact he's having trouble eating >>; ]]

This shit isn't funny, open this God damn door right now! Someone's has to be listening in on this, fucking let me out already.

I doubt this is the West End and if it is I'm certainly not a player, you're kidding yourselves if you think I'm staying here.

This isn't clever and it certainly isn't funny.

These clothes, and my hair, what the hell? Feels like I haven't moved in weeks...


[[ooc: Strikes hackable with some effort]]