20 - Farewell, my friends

[ichoosefight]

[ Video ]

Hey. So. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but I guess this is a public service announcement:

If somebody's door is missing, they're gone. Probably for good. Sometimes people come back, sometimes different versions of them come back, sometimes they come back and remember some things but not everything. It just... happens, sometimes. People disappear. It happens to wardens too, so don't go assuming that a missing warden just up and left without saying goodbye.

As for inmates? Well... I'm pretty sure when they disappear they go back to being dead. So that sucks. A lot.

But, yeah. I heard a lot of people wondering about missing friends, and I just want them to know when to stop looking. It's when the door goes back to standard.

That's all.

I'm sorry.

Comments

[punched_hitler]

Then I'd definitely say it's working, and I'm glad to hear it.

Yeah, me too. I guess when it rains, it pours.

[ichoosefight]

Lightning and thunders, too. [ She sighs. ] Always has.

[punched_hitler]

Yeah, you've got that right.

Hopefully we'll have earned a little sun around here, sometime soon.

[Butttt if he doesn't sound overly convinced, can you blame him?]

[ichoosefight]

It'll come. This place has been a home to me. Sometimes things get bad, but they get good again.

[punched_hitler]

Yeah. That's been my experience, too.

[And he's sure hoping that experience holds.] Although sometimes you do have to nudge them along, a little.

[ichoosefight]

Sometimes you have to punch 'em in the face to remind them that somewhere out there the world's still turning.

[ In a shocking turn of events, this is only metaphorical violence. ]

[punched_hitler]

Sometimes you do. Repeatedly. Good thing I'm stubborn.

[A girl after his own heart, metaphorical violence or not.]