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Monday, 13 September 2021

G(e)iger

I sleep in the quarters of five that functions as a portal to the safest workaround. The outdoors of old Tallinn is plagued by colossal Freudian monsters. Just as how it is for others, I go out to continue my becoming when I see a sly colossus in the form of a tongue. Nevertheless, at one side of the intersection, Donnabelle/Julie appears and smooth-talks her way out of the tongue, licking her in the process. I use the silhouette she creates as camouflage to turn to the corner where our quarters is situated. As I get inside, I rearrange the beddings and take the spot farthest to the door of ingress and pretend to sleep beside Eunice, who is always sleeping. I cover my head with fleece.

As Julie/Donnabelle enters, the door of ingress remains ajar despite Josephine's attempts to close it. The tongue checks and asks if the occupants that went in are sleeping, as they ought to be. Seeing my seemingly sleeping form, it stops its inquiry and departs.

Later, Lindsey, a non-occupant, knocks and requests that we grant her access to the quarters. In exchange, Josephine requests insider information about a test that we fear, from which Lindsey discloses as short as two pages. She enters and immediately proceeds to open the door of egress, which leads to an inner part of a castle a few feet away from the ground. However, we see and hear her demise as the eyeless monster, coming from the porch, constrict her body to pieces.

The gore causes disorder and the fluid blood monster becomes curious. Suddenly, the door of egress keeps opening, and I instruct Evangeline to keep it locked. The blood monster peeps with piercing stare, and Christina attempts to speak with it in Latin. It partially works, but she gets tired.

I feed the smallest brain inside the quarters with raw diet, but it fails to register the diet as food. As I struggle to support the brain for strategy, it jovially wilts. A blindfolded non-occupant barges inside from the door of ingress, explaining the terrorism transpiring outdoors. Knowing her proper disposition, the non-occupant gets out using the door of egress. But there is no longer a semblance of safety outside.

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