[Begin Log]
Ashcombe: I vote for the fairy.
Dalton: Yeah, okay. That's fine. I saw this one coming, guys.
Long: No, don't worry Craig. I'm voting Jeannie.
Kirkwood: Love you too, Shells.
Dalton: Oh. Well, I vote for her, too.
Simmons: Hold on, slow down. Why is everyone going after her? We haven't even talked about this yet.
Hughes: Lor, we've been talking about this for forty-five years. Sorry, Jeannie, but I think I'm going to vote for you.
Long: Oh! I thought I overheard you telling Dr. Ricks—
Hughes: I lied. Give me some credit, I'm not going to show my hand that easily.
Simmons: I'm against this. I just want everyone to know that.
Dalton: Who are you voting for, then?
Simmons: Forget it. It's not like it matters now, anyway.
Simmons gets up and walks around to the opposite edge of the platform.
Hughes: Jesus christ.
Long: There it is, then. Sorry, Jeannie.
Hughes: Wait. Jean, I'm willing to change my vote, but you've got to drop the whole I'm-not-telling shtick. If you know who the imposter is, or at least think you know, why not tell us?
Dalton: Not like you got anything left to lose.
Kirkwood: You don't want to know.
Ashcombe: Fuck you, bitch.
Hughes: I really think we do.
Kirkwood shrugs.
Kirkwood: Fine, then. It's all of us. We're all part of it. We're all just pieces in a game that we've forgotten we're even playing.
Long: That's the most asinine thing I've ever heard.
Kirkwood shrugs again.
Hughes: Where'd you get an idea like that from?
Kirkwood: I didn't. I'm just the only one who's remembered. I can't quite remember how it started, though. I think we—our collective self, that is—were bored. Or maybe we lost a bet. But there it is. Now you know. Keep me nice and shiny, would you?
[End Log]
A request for additional counseling staff was approved by Site Director Goode; containment routine will otherwise continue as normal.
