[It's dark. Very dark. In the white light of the tablet, the shadows on Kesara's face are an icy blue.]

I've found something.

[She does not sound nearly as triumphant about it as, knowing her, one might think. She is sitting on the floor of a small space, cross-legged, her tablet in her lap. Its light plays, overhead, on fabric, not a ceiling. Something is hissing outside, something that isn't the wind. Kesara is haggard and hungry-eyed, her dark skin grayish. Wrapped almost to vanishing in her coat and her hat and even her towel, she stares intensely at the people whom she hopes, she so hopes, are listening.]

I've been digging in the slope of snow at the eastern wall. Digging deep. The snow is good for it. It's not easy going, but it's going. I've found rubble, there used to be buildings here. There's more to dig. I don't know what I'll find tomorrow. If - if I'm - if I'm not dead.

[She shivers and coughs faintly, a sad little sound, ducks her head and raises it again.]

I found this tent a while ago and I think I won't freeze in it. My clothes are good make. The tunnel might not be safe, but - but I didn't want to waste time. So I'm staying the night here. But if I - if I die, you all need to know to keep going. The eastern wall. The slope. There's something under it. I'm sure.

[There had better be. Especially if she dies for it, there had better be.]

If I die - just - mark this place for me, please. I don't want it to be unmarked.

Characters: any character assigned to May 16 in the sign up
Location less than a dream
Date: Night 117
Summary: Something twitched in Its sleep, and some of the dreamwalkers were tossed into the ocean.
Warnings: psychological horror, general creepiness; please note any other warnings in the subject lines of posts as needed

You are weightless, as if suspended in space or in water. Indeed, the surroundings are dim as if you are deep beneath the ocean, although there is no pressure and no difficulty breathing. There are others here. Some you may recognize, some you may not. Perhaps you can talk among yourselves.

[In the morning, before the doors unlock for the day, Red spends time drawing a certain picture in the notepad app on the tablet. Interestingly enough, the drawing looks pretty good from an academic point of view: the lines are straight and care was taken to make the spaces in between notches even.

Then she posts it to the network, along with a text message.]

I am looking for this.
In real life it will be about five and a half feet long from handle to tip.
If anyone finds it, please let me know.

Additionally, I'm looking for anyone close to where I am.
According to the map, I'm in the northwest corner, near the park.
Nothing's wrong, it's just a bit lonely to travel alone.

[ Jim, in the first segment of the video, appears to be leaning against a mostly empty jewelry case. He's calm, though his eyes occasionally track something across the room rather than the tablet he's speaking into. ]

Hey, Norfinbury. Think we found something that might be important, and we need your help. See, a few days ago we went digging in the storehouse near the bookshop - didn't find anything interesting in the papers, but what we did get ahold of this.

[ He spins the tablet around and Zell is elaborately presenting an old-fashioned brass key. Ooh, ahh. ] We tried it at the creepy toy shop and the bookshop before we finally found the door it opened at the cobbler's.

[ This is where the video switches over to something from earlier in the day. It's filmed from chest height, apparently one handed as the other hand holds a hockey stick that prods at what appears to be a spring-loaded trap over the door to a small room. Whatever kind of trap was sprung is gone, though there's a deep gouge in the doorframe where it landed, and a trail of fresh blood briefly visible when the camera pans around to show the rest of the small room.

It's stuffed with old furniture that looks like it was all pushed out of the way when the door opened, and Zell is walking around it, cautiously poking around with the second hockey stick. The video ends there. ]

Might be a boldhole from someone in the last cycle of people. There were empty food bags and stuff. We found a backpack like ours with -

[ Zell, again, presenting a second key! This one is silver so it's probably protecting better loot. ]

Ta-da. Another key. We tried that one at the jeweler's, but no luck. We're going to try the bookshop and toy shop again, but if anybody knows of any other locks that look like they might match let us - me or Zell or Kain or Zack - know. Keep an eye out for treasure chests or lockers or anything like that, too.

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[ Text, tacked on some time later and locked from @zd: ]

-And this is unrelated, but if you already gave someone here a pretty cool gift and need to give them a better one for some reason, what would you give them?

[ ooc: answers will come from Jim! Possible threadjackings from Zell, Kunsel, and Zack whenever he stops barfing. ]