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Sep. 21st, 2009



[filtered to Grady; unhackable]

I need to speak to you, in person. Please come to my house as soon as possible.

[filtered to Kyon and Relm; hackable]



I'm sorry.

[private; hackable by Relm, Kyon, and close friends]

This... This thing...

[Jill is cradling a small object in her hands. It is a blood-red, oval-shaped mechanical device of some sort, with a series of tentacle-like appendages attached.

A ray of orange peeks into the otherwise dark room. The device gleams in the light of the setting sun.]

...It can't be true. Wesker was... He was lying.


[Unconsciously, Jill's hand rises, her fingers stroking the center of her chest. With a sudden grimace, she throws the device to the ground with a loud clang.

She sits there, staring at it, until night falls.]

Sep. 1st, 2009

[Jill's first thought is to go for the gun.

Unfortunately, it isn't there, much to her consternation. After circling around the entire room, her heart rate slows enough for her to holster it. A bedroom? This is drawing some uncomfortable parallels with her first day in Mayfield.

A nightgown. She just had to be wearing a damned nightgown. Great.

Further examination of the bed revealed someone sleeping under the covers, and so Jill carefully approached- one arm ready to strike the entire time. After lifting up the covers, however, she calms down.]

Hey, Gilbert. You awake?

Aug. 4th, 2009

[private; hackable]

...Now this is more like it.

That's enough. No more moping around. It's true that I can't do anything to protect Relm and Kyon when the town pulls something like the other week, but that's no reason to give up. I have to be strong. Even if I can't protect them, I can at least be here for them.

I'm Jill Valentine, BSAA. I survived Raccoon City. Mayfield is not going to beat me. No point in worrying about the things I can't change, so I've just gotta keep my head up and stay strong. ...I think that's what Zoey would want, too.

I'll protect this family from whatever I can. Even if it's just the intangible things, like fear or despair... I'm giving this everything I've got.

And if that fails, I've got a grenade launcher that won't.

Jul. 27th, 2009

Kyon, Relm, Gilbert. I don't know if you guys have heard, but the grocery store is open again. Never thought I'd be so happy to say that sentence, heh...

Go ahead and eat now, but take it slow. Don't gorge or you'll just end up making yourself sick. I'll make dinner tonight when I get home- a good homecooked meal should help us forget last week ever happened.

[private; very hard to hack]

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it-! I was totally helpless. Kyon and Relm were suffering, and I couldn't do anything. Again.

Those kids did the right thing breaking in, and I don't blame them for what happened, but at this rate... Is there even any point in trying anymore? I want to get out of here, I want to get home, but if something like this happens again because of my actions... I couldn't live with myself. I can't risk other people getting hurt just because I'm angry.

They wanted to break us. They wanted to turn us against each other, show us what happens when we mess with them. Scare us into obeying.

...Looks like it worked.

Jul. 5th, 2009

This... does not seem like something Grady did.

God, I thought this town was creepy with the drones, but somehow it's even worse without them. And this Christmas stuff... I think something's wrong with the town again. 

Everyone, please, be careful. Last time something like this happened, the drones went insane and started killing people. I'm not sure what's going on this time, but don't do anything stupid. Just because we can't see them doesn't necessarily mean they're not here.

Jun. 25th, 2009

[private, difficult to hack]

Simmons is a drone. One of the permanent ones.

Ugh. I didn't really like the guy that much, but he wasn't too bad, and lord knows I could have been saddled with worse. I wish there was a way to help him, but I can't get anything out of him. He'll probably be replaced soon... Well, Wesker's already here, so I guess I don't have to worry about that possibility, at least. Ick.

All the store had for me was that old lockpick Barry gave me at the mansion. My uniform, my gun, and now this? It's like Mayfield is trying to get me to repeat the mansion all over again. I don't like it, but this could come in handy, so I'm not complaining.

[private, hackable, hey there Albert~]

He's here. Oh, God. Why here? Why now? This Father's Day thing hasn't worn off- if he finds out about it before it's too late-

If what Chris told me is true, I was willing to give my life to kill that bastard. That hasn't changed. Not one bit.

[filtered to Relm, unhackable]

I'm in my room. Get over here. Now. We're going into hiding until this wears off.

[filtered to women, unhackable]

There's a man here now named Albert Wesker. Tall, middle-aged, short blonde hair.

He's every bit as bad as Asura. I can't stress this enough. Stay away from him.

Jun. 15th, 2009

What the hell... I guess we should have expected something like this after the last event. Poisoning the milk... There's nothing these people won't do.

Ugh. I let my guard down. Won't make that mistake again.

Everyone, in case you haven't heard, do not drink anything the milkman brought to your house.

[filtered to Simmons, Relm, and Kyon, pretty easily hackable]

I checked our delivery. It doesn't look like it had anything in it, but I'm going to throw the bottles away anyway. We can't take any chances.

May. 28th, 2009

[private, hackable]

So this is what it's come to. I don't understand... If they wanted to, they could probably kill us all in seconds. So why this? Just what in the hell are they trying to accomplish by trying to get me to...?

And I thought Grady was bad. The Mayor... Sick bastard. I don't even know who this girl is, and he expects me to murder her in cold blood?

...I know they need me back home. I know Relm and Kyon and Chris need me here. And I damn sure don't want to die.

But I can't do it. I won't.

...Damn it.