Lowri notebook: (note that I also posted this because i forgot to add some stuff in the Vesteria Day 1.)
So, I’m writing this to document what I can only assume is my sudden descent into insanity. I can’t possibly be THAT bad a navigator, and yet as I write this I’ve been trapped in this building for 2 days. I haven’t seen another person in the entire time I’ve been here. I thought it was a prank at first. Turn the place into a maze, get all the people out and see how long it takes me to get lost, then everyone has a good old laugh. Realised that wasn’t the case when I tried to backtrack. Everything had changed, so I ended up lost. Instead of the exit, it was just row after row of bookcases.
So, I’m trapped in this building. Sounds like the setup for a bad joke. The lights went out at 10pm. Nearly gave me a heart attack, that loud THUNK sound and then pitch blackness. Place is full of chairs though so I found a chair and some banners made from silk and decided to make a bed and went to sleep. I Spent most of the next day trying to find my way out with no luck. Did find a restaurant serving those meatballs though, so at least I won’t starve. That’s probably the punchline to that joke. Anyway they were still warm and fresh, but I haven’t seen anyone around who could have cooked them. Made my way back to the beds before the lights cut out again since it’s too dark to search with them off.
It’s 9.10am now, the lights came back on a little while ago. I’m sure I’ve searched the entire area around where I came in now and the exit obviously isn’t here, so I’m going to pick a direction and hope for the best.
Day 3 of my magical vestaria mystery adventure. If I wasn’t sure that there was something seriously weird about this place before, I am now. Walked for 3 hours in a more or less straight line before I came across a ladder next to one of those huge stock shelves they have here. Climbed up to get my bearings, and it looks like this place just stretches on forever. it was all shelves and tables and a bunch of other stuff. I did see a person moving not too far away though, so I headed over.
Though it was a person at first. And maybe it was, maybe freakish 7ft tall monsters with long arms, short legs and no faces are just the kinds of things they want working at vestaria. Damn thing completely ignored me though, and with no eyes or ears I can’t even be sure it knew I was there. Thought about shoving it or something to get its attention . It just kept moving along and eventually I lost sight of it so I decided to carry on the way I was going.
Anyway, I went back to my bed. I feel like I’ve just lost some vital lifeline.
Have you ever seen one of those cartoons where they’re going through doors in a hallway and they just pop out of another door in the same hallway? That’s how I feel right now. I’ve seen nothing but the same identical bookshelf for 2 days now. Just row after row after row of them. I mean, come on. I love books, but this is excessive. I’m obviously still moving forwards though, I can see signs hanging overhead passing by. Too bad none of them say “Exit tunnel”.
Not sure who I was addressing that question to. Lets just say it was practice for the autobiography I’m going to write when I get out of here. I’ll call it “My perfectly normal trip to a regular old vestaria building”.
If I ever get out o
Finally found some other people! Yeah, turns out I’m not the only poor guy trapped in here. Lucky for me, I guess. My 3th night here, 2 of those staff things came at me in the dark. Different from the first one I saw, but still messed up. Heard them coming, they were saying that the store was being updated and I had to leave the building, all nice and polite like. I’m not sure which part of that was weirder, that they don’t have mouths or that they were apparently trying to kill me while they were saying it. Came at me like rabid dogs.
So, I legged it. Sprinting through the building in the dark like a madman. I saw it when I cleared another stand of those giant stock shelves, all lit up with torches. They’ve built a whole town here! Got a massive wall built out of shelves and beds and tables and whatever else. I swear to god it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Anyway I guess they saw me coming or maybe they heard my manly bellows of fear, because they had a gate open and 2 people were there waving me in. Heard the staff things slam into the gate behind me after it closed, still politely informing us all that the was being updated. They wandered off eventually though.
They call the town the wooden fortress. All lit up against the night using lights they’ve found. And there are beds and food and people. Over 50 wonderful people with regular sized limbs and a full set of facial features. It’s now my 7th night here, and the first one not spent in darkness. A full week living in this building.
Now that I’m around other people, I’m starting to feel more normal. Maybe normal isn’t the word. But after a week with only the sound of my own footsteps for company, I was becoming increasingly sure that I’d just gone nuts. That I was tied up in some padded room somewhere, banging my head against the wall. But no, I feel quite sane now, thank you very much!
Apparently there are other towns out there. Some with more people, some with less. I found that fairly mind-boggling - how can that many people go missing with no one noticing. Surely someone would have noticed that everyone who goes to this building seems to vanish. Or maybe it’s not everyone. Maybe we’re just the lucky ones.
The people here just call those monster things the staff Apparently they are fine during the day, minding their own business walking the aisles. As soon as those lights go out though, they go crazy. So during the day people go out to find food, water and whatever else they need. Apparently there are restaurants and shops around that randomly get restocked. No one knows how. Maybe the staff do it. Apparently they aren’t very good at their jobs though because the restocking sometimes takes a while, which means the food needs to be rationed. Maybe if they weren’t so busy chasing people around in the dark they’d get more done.
Anyway when night comes the staff go nuts and everyone holds up inside the walls. Apparently it’s the same everywhere in this place, whatever this place is. The Vestaria infinite building,
Been here for days now. Most of the people I asked said they stopped keeping track a long time ago and one guy, Chris, said he’d been in here for years.
Apparently there are rumours of people who do manage to get out. And of people who see the exit, only to have it vanish before their very eyes. I get the feeling not everyone believes that, but I do. Explains how we got stuck in here in the first place (sort of). And I mean, come on. Staff monsters, row after endless row of high quality furniture. I don’t know why they would find a disappearing door so hard to believe in.
Anyway, I went out scavenging for food at a nearby shop with Sandra and Jerry today. Once you learn the landmarks of this place it’s not so hard to navigate. The overhead signs help a lot, but there are others; not too far in the distance a huge section of those giant stock shelves has collapsed against each other and way off in the east (we all assume it’s east anyway - apparently Vestaria doesn’t sell compasses) is some kind of tower that looks like its made of wood, reaches all the way to the ceiling. Maybe they were trying to break out through the roof. Lights up at night so there must be people there, but its apparently a few days walk (which means it must be miles away) so no one here really knows for sure. Apparently I got incredibly lucky sleeping out in the open for a week without getting ripped to bits by the staff. That’s me. Lucky lucky lucky.
We found some food in the shop. Guess the staff restocked it during the night, which was nice of them.
I was thinking last night. The ceiling on this place is pretty high and as far as anyone can tell it goes on forever. Shouldn’t there be some kind of weather in here? This place is definitely bigger than that, but now that I think about it I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt so much as a temperature change in here.
I’ll add it to the Grand List of Weird stuff
The staff attacked the fortress last night. Must have been 20 or 30 of them all just asking us to leave the building calm as you like, while trying to smash the walls down with their bare hands. Apparently this happens pretty regularly, so everyone is prepared for it. dagger from the restaurants, l. One guy, Wasim, even made a functional bow! Anyway the walls have holes in them, which I hadn’t noticed before, specifically so we can stab out at the staff when they attack. Took a couple of them down myself. They don’t seem to bleed, which is weird, but they go down as easy as a regular person once you start sticking holes in them.
We had to haul the bodies away in the morning. Apparently the dead ones will attract more during the night, so we had to get them away from the fortress. We have a couple of those wagon things they use to move big stuff around, so we loaded them up and took them over to a place where it won’t affect our fortress. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of dead staff all piled up. There was no smell, which was a blessing. Apparently in addition to not bleeding, these things don’t rot either. My curiosity got the better of me while we were unloading them, so I took a look at one of the more cut-up ones. They’re just skin, or something that looks like skin, all the way through. No muscle, no bone, no organs. Are they even really alive in the first place? They certainly seem like they have bones when they are moving around, pounding on the walls. And I’m sure I felt more resistance than just skin when the knife went in during the night. Maybe something happens to them when they die. Just one more thing on the ever-increasing list of Weird stuff that goes on in here, I guess.
Something occurred to me, after the staff attack the other night. Every time you see a situation like this on a book, like its the end of the world or everyone is trapped on an island or whatever, once groups like ours start to form people always seem to turn on each other. Fighting for food or dominance or whatever else. That hasn’t happened here. Apparently people from other towns come by from time to time, just to check in or occasionally to trade if they are short on something. But everything is always cordial. Friendly, even. Maybe its the threat of the staff, or perhaps the constant restocking of supplies in the shops means there’s nothing much to fight over.
Maybe people are just better than they are generally given credit for. That’s a nice thought. I think I’ll go with that one.
A dozen people showed up at the gates this afternoon from a town called Trolleys. Apparently the staff broke through the walls and tore the town apart during the night. These 12 are the only survivors out of over a hundred. We let them in, obviously. One more point in the human decency column. Later, I asked if anyone knew how many of these towns there were out there. Between us and the new folks, we managed to come up with over 20 names. 20 towns filled with people, and who knows how many beyond that.
The motto for this place should be “How Is That Even Possible”. Surely someone, somewhere must be looking for the thousands of people that must be in here.
I’ve been here for a little over 2 months now. Not that much changes, as it turns out. A couple of new people showed up, same story as the rest of us. Nice little trip to Vestaria and suddenly they’re trapped in the House of Faceless Weirdos. The staff attack the fortress once or twice a week. We kill them and haul their bodies off, sometimes they hurt some of us first. They killed a guy called Jared a couple of weeks back. It was awful, frankly. Turns out regular humans still bleed in here, even if the staff don’t. We tried our best, but none of us are clerics.
Jared was a good guy. He deserved better. We all do.
none of us were really looking for a way out of here. I don’t even know where we’d start.
I started talking to people about the stuff they miss from vesteria during dinner today. Probably not the best idea I’ve ever had, everyone seemed pretty down after.
But apparently some of the people here have some seriously odd gaps in their knowledge.The more I thought about it though, the more it started to explain a few things. Just realised that yesterday was the six month anniversary of my arrival here. I wonder if vestera sells party hats. The routine around here has remained more or less the same. More new folk show up, one every couple of weeks or so. Food supplies go up and down, but we’ve never actually had a major shortage. Occasionally we get a visitor from one of the nearby towns, usually Checkouts or Aisle 630. We check in with each other from time to time, occasionally trade supplies if someone gets particularly low on something. It’s comforting, in a way. A reminder that we aren’t alone in here, some small glimmer of civilisation. Sometimes they bring medical supplies. Apparently there’s a pharmacy a few towns down from Checkouts that gets restocked every now and then, so they share out what they can. I’ve never heard of an building with a pharmacy before but at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if someone stumbled on a building called the Organ Harvesting Lab. Would certainly explain the staff.
Speaking of our faceless jailers, their attacks have been getting worse lately. 3 or 4 times a week now, with twice as many monster as there used to be. No idea where they all come from, or why the attacks have increased. We tried following one of them during the day a few weeks ago, me and Sarah. Wanted to see if they lead back to a staff room or something. Didn’t seem to go anywhere though, just randomly walked through the aisles. We had to turn back before we found anything.
We’ve been reinforcing the walls, trying to arm ourselves better. Certainly no lack of materials to use. Wasim has been making more bows, but it’s pretty slow going.
Too bad Vestaria doesn’t sell guns.
The attacks are getting bad now. Almost every night, and with so many monster that the bodies almost pile high enough for others to climb the walls. I think we’re in real trouble here.
The wooden fortress
I think the wooden fortress is done. We got hit pretty bad last night. Not many casualties, but the wall is wrecked. I suspect there will be talk of abandoning the fortress, maybe try and get shelter at another town or something.
It’s already getting late though. I don’t think we’ll have time to make it. Maybe some of us will. I was fine for that first week out in the dark, after all. But then, how often can I keep getting lucky.
I’m only writing this for a sense of closure, I guess. For me, or for anyone who finds this. If this is the final entry here, I hope whoever is reading this is doing so from outside of this place.
My biggest fear? If I do die tonight, I’ll just wake up here again in the morning.