Brigitte Fitzgerald

When is this weather going to let up? Christ, I’m getting sick of the rain and winds…not that complaining is really going to help stop it. I’ve never been in a hurricane before since I lived in the middle of the fucking prairies. How long do hurricanes usually last?

If anything, this weather has given a lot of time to read and work on my research. Which reminds me, the monkshood is outside. Shit I hope it's surviving out in this kind of weather.

( Private to Brigitte )

This is so fucked up. I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe Ginger's here. I can't...this is retarded. In what universe do you fall asleep on one planet and then wake up on another? John claims it's another planet anyway and the plaque he showed me early backs up that claim but it's hard to wrap my head around. It's just like earth.

I'm lucky I ran into John and not some sicko pervert though. I didn't exactly wake up here in the most...seemly manner. And then Ginger showed up, alive and well!

( Private to Brigitte )

Maybe this will all make more sense in the morning. John's agreed to show me around the resort tomorrow. Since the plaque says we can't leave I figured it can't hurt to get to know the ins and outs of this place. Probably should have went exploring tonight but I'm too damn tired. Who knew space travel took so much out of a person?

There are worse places to be trapped I suppose. This room is pretty cool after all and has everything I need. Kinda creepy when I think about. How did the planet know what I would want?

( Current Plotlines )