👻 text; un: GOSUCKADICK

[substances]

i need some stuff
flour
sugar
salt
baking powder
eggs
milk
butter

ne1 seen nething like that in ur travels?

o & i need sum1 whose good with computers

[viedo] - open - username: det.patch

[eudorapatch]

[ Patch thinks she's figured out how to broadcast to the network from the terminal screen in her room. She actually begins transmitting before she realizes, and there are a few candid moments of her checking settings along the edge of the screen, clearing her throat, running one hand through her hair and sweeping a few stray strands of her long bangs back behind her ear. ]

Hello, Anchor. My name is Detective Patch.

We've, ah, been through a lot these last two weeks. I can't be the only one who's had to suspend a lot of my disbelief to wrap my head around this place. It feels unreal. Part of me want to embrace that, to cling to the assertion that this can't be happening, and let that be a comfort. I don't think it'll be productive, though. I think our best method of accepting any new situation is to connect with others in the same situation.

I know, easier said than done. Opening up is never easy, especially to a stranger... so I'll go first.

( there will be talk of violence and death, both in the post and probably all throughout the comments. please don't read any further if this will upset you. if you'd like a sanitized summary of what's being said, feel free to contact me OOC. )