Heavy breath out.

"Oh thank fuck you're okay. - Are you okay?"

"So far. A bit confused, though." She nods toward the wall, and - "Also the whole falling through reality was surprising."

"You figured out how to follow me?"

"Yeah."

"I. Uh."

"Threw a brick at the cracks in reality?"

Snort.

"Who needs fancy time machines?"

"Not me, apparently. Reckless crashing around suffices."

Smile.

Then she nods to the wall with writing. "I'd been looking at that before I - heard? Kinda saw? You popping in. It's... Weird."

"Yup."

She goes to pick up the flashlight, since the woman doesn't seem inclined to put down the gun, and points it at the wall -

...The light comes out green.

She drops it, and the light turns back to normal.

"Um."

Um indeed!!!

"...My right hand's the - spooky evil one - "

She bends down and, carefully, pokes the flashlight with her left hand.

The light coming from it doesn't change at all.

"Okay, so no touching lights with the evil glow hand of doom, glad we cleared that up."

"...You alright still?"

"Think so? The light was - pretty, but I guess a brief flash wasn't bad..."

Nod.

So... Flashlight in her left hand, now.

What does the wall have to say for itself?

Punica,

This is one of many safehouses. If you have reached it through the tunnel's timeslip [3:30am -> 1:50am], you are at one of the dangerous turning points.

If this is the first safehouse you have reached - which is likely - then, well.

Welcome to the madness.

Important:

1) Do NOT change the past you have observed. This causes a conflict between timelines which resolves in SEIZURE. Changing whether we enter the laundromat KILLS US.

2) You need a time machine to travel stably. The television is not a particularly sophisticated one. Do not break it or add additional stress on the timeline around it. That risks compromising the integrity of this safehouse, for this and EVERY loop.

2a) This is the only safehouse outside the Moment that is consistently secure to leave information in. Do NOT write on any surface OTHER than this wall, or leave items OTHER than the flashlight and sharpie. Do not remove the flashlight or sharpie.

3) Time is looping. We do not keep memories between the loops.

4) Get to the Moment.

This timeslip will close at 2:15am, before the Not emerges. Do NOT attempt to remain beyond that. You can return to this apartment so long as you arrive after 2:30am, and do not collide with your own timestream on future jumps.

-P3

It appears to be written in sharpie.

There's other notes, as well.

To the left:

Has anyone seen evidence of P4? -P6

^- Think she's the reason P3 knows changing the timeline that much kills us. Her loop's empty. -P7

^- Wait, how'd she leave anything for P5 then? We can't go out past one loop. -P6

^- Stuff in the Moment can persist, and this wall's anchored - I didn't rewrite all this. -P5

^- If you have anything on anchoring, can you leave it in our first year dorm room? I haven't looked there yet. -P7

^- Sure. -P5

And off to the right, with an arrow pointing to just under bullet '4)' on P3's list of important things:

5) Don't let Jake get the fucking screwdriver. -P9

^- So THAT'S what that disturbance was. Ouch. -P8

^- It's in the toolbox in the Moment. You're welcome. (Also, why'd you get the Jake who knows how to fight? HOW does J9 know how to fight?) -P10

^- Thanks. And no clue. -P9

^- We're not the only ones changing. -P11

Underneath:

There's a box of basic machines (with instructions) in the Moment's copy of this room. Don't try leaving any of them lying around in realspace. It's not safe. -P7

Nothing from P12, though, nor any number before 3.

"...Where's the sharpie?"

"I didn't see one."

"Did see this gun, though."

"...P12 might not've followed instructions, then?"

"She's the one who left the note?"

"Yeah, in the backhoe right before Jake caught me..." Sigh. "Or, someone with my handwriting signed 'P12.'"

"And, given we're all me, it's not like I can detect forgeries trivially."

"Do you think they're actually all you?"

Sigh. "Dunno. My evidence is - handwriting, and thinking like me. Those can be forged."

"'Course, being me wouldn't make them much more trustworthy."

She stares, distantly, at the writing.

"Might make them less."

"Ah."

"Well, we don't have long, it sounds like..."

"Yeah."

"I think I've mostly got the important bits memorized - let's look around?"

"For anything else useful?"

"Or - anything else out of place." She rubs at her forehead. "Did that closet happen to have any jackets with pockets?"