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30 January 2011 @ 06:12 pm
Rosenhan is still undergoing a few renovations, but it's now open as a sandbox/musebox comm! Feel free to play, poke, post, chatter, etc. The world is yours!

Please check out the Rules page. Right now membership is moderated- basically just join the comm with your character journal and I'll approve it- BUT if people want me to open it up to open membership I will do so! It's your call, guys. :3

Let the games begin!
24 November 2009 @ 12:43 pm

Who's still listening to this thing?

[A pause. She taps on the speaker a bit.]

It's so silent now.

Who's even still here?
11 November 2009 @ 05:48 pm
So how is everyone doing? Feeling? I know some people got banged up and stuff. How are we all coming along?
10 November 2009 @ 09:42 pm
Is everyone sulking? This is usually about the time one of you pipes up to tell us how illegitimate we are, or that we're some kind of house of horrors. Have you all finally realized the truth?

Come on, get up, get active!. Don't make me pile the lot of you into the gym for exercise.
07 November 2009 @ 03:59 pm
Mr. Kiric. It seems that Asano hasn't returned to the facility yet.

The other patients are within bounds.
06 November 2009 @ 10:32 pm
No. No, no, no, no. It's bullshit. This is bullshit.

I'm not--no. You're not fucking doing this. I'm not putting up with it anymore. This isn't a delusion, this isn't some--some hallucination or whatever the fuck you're all saying, I'm sick of hearing it, I'm not listening to you anymore.

You hear me, you old snake? If you did this--I know you did this. I know what you're capable of.

All of you. Quit pretending. Stop playing along. You all saw that shit. Are we all just sitting back now and letting them call us crazy?
05 November 2009 @ 10:40 pm
[She is sitting in a corner of her room, curled up in a fetal position. She's clearly been crying and her voice is hoarse as she speaks.]

I... I don't want to be here anymore. I want to wish this reality away and make a better one. Please, please let me just die so a new world can be made.
03 November 2009 @ 01:25 pm
[Calm and nearly monotone.]

I hate this place. I hate the floors. I hate every tile in the floors. I hate the windows and every pane of glass in the windows. I hate the ceilings and the roofs. I hate the tables in the cafeteria and the chairs too and everything about it that's keeping me that much further away from being out of here.

Can we go outside?
02 November 2009 @ 06:57 pm
[in a low, rough-sounding voice, the question not really directed at anyone in particular:]

So what excuse will you have for this? Poison in the water? Mass hallucination? Viral pandemic?

... I know no one is all right, but-- has everyone's wounds been treated, at least? These stitches itch.
02 November 2009 @ 11:50 am
[Shiki's voice is rough and exhausted; it's obvious that she's been crying, although she's pretty much cried out at this point. Still, she's not well; she sounds trembly and somewhat fragile when she speaks.]

I want a phone. I want my phone call. I want my mom.