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Journal Entries are one of the primary forms through which the story is disseminated through The Blackout Club, and serve to develop and extend details regarding characters, plot, and lore.

They are sorted by topic and location. They can be accessed between missions while in the Hideout at the laptop located between The Deck and customization closet. The laptop's screen will glow white when there are new journal entries for you to read.

Journals are awarded randomly, but are more likely to be awarded if the player collects a lot of Bonus Evidence.[1]


The laptop in the hideout. The bright screen denotes at least one new journal to read.

Bells is Missing[edit | edit source]

ALERT TO ALL BLACKOUT CLUB MEMBERS:

Look, I know we've been wondering what has happened to all of us and why we keep waking up so far from home. I've got some bad news. Bells didn't come home last night. Last time her parents saw her, she was supposed to be grounded. But they got there, the front door was busted open and they said her computer was taken.

We need to find out what happened. No one is saying anything except maybe she ran away but YOU GUYS KNOW SHE WOULDN'T DO THAT.

We have to find her, we have to do something!

Sincerely,

The BCOGS

About My Blackouts[edit | edit source]

"All I can remember is that I don't remember anything. I was looking at the ground. My hands were covered in mud. My clothes were wet and muddy too. I was in a dark place. The air felt heavy. Was I alone? It seemed like there were people there with me..."

- Anonymous Diary

"I asked my Mom and she said it was just a 'fever dream', whatever that means. I haven't been sick. I haven't been eating anything weird. When I woke up I was clean and in fresh clothes. I just felt really tired. More than usual, y'know?"

- Anonymous Diary

"I had the dream about being covered in dirt again. I was back in the dark place. This time I noticed a smell, and the heavy air, like I was underground. I was wearing my old jeans, the ones I wore last year with the torn knees. But when I woke up, I remembered my mom threw those jeans out at the end of the summer before this school year started."

-Anonymous Diary

"The dream happened again where I was in the dark place, but this time I wasn't covered in dirt. I was sitting in a row. There was someone on either side of me. We heard music and it was overwhelming. I could feel it moving me. I focused my attention. Where is this place? The music didn't seem to follow a pattern, but everyone seemed to be following it anyway. Does this have to do with the other dream?"

-Anonymous Diary

"You're going to have to trust me on this one. I am going back to sleep tonight but this time I'm plugging my ears. If you see someone down there with earplugs, know that I'm fighting. I'm resisting. And I won't let the bastards bring me down."

-Anonymous Diary


No Cell Service![edit | edit source]

"It's like the stone age. No cell reception for 20 miles in any direction because of that stupid antenna array. We get this service called 'Chorus Wifi' or something like that. Who can live like this?"

-Anonymous Diary


The Curfew[edit | edit source]

"They say we have a coyote alert and that's why everyone under 18 has to stay inside at night. But since when did coyotes become a thing in Virginia? I don't remember learning about coyotes at the battle of Bull Run. Guess I'll keep an eye out next time I walk the dogs."

-Anonymous Diary

"A coyote alert curfew is totally dumb. They don't even really present a risk to people who aren't small children or tiny dogs. I went to the library and checked (because you can't Google things in Redacre - blarg). There's something else going on. I'm gonna find out what it is. Not even like I really have a reason to go out at night. I just don't like being told what to do."

-Anonymous Diary

"At school we had an assembly today about the dangers of going out at night. They keep trying to tell us that this is for our safety. But why now? It doesn't add up. Why is this all of a sudden a thing? Our art teacher, Mr. Perdichi, says there's more going on but he wouldn't say what it was. This is bullshit."

-Anonymous Diary

"UGH I just wanted to meet up with my friends at night. What's the big deal? I'm not afraid of coyotes. I just feel like we're under total scrutiny from adults all the time. I feel like our lives are under a microscope and nobody will let us just live our lives! This is so unfair. I hate this. Why won't they tell us what's going on?"

-Anonymous Diary


Dead Skeptic Excerpt[edit | edit source]

DEAD SKEPTIC PODCAST EXCERPT 9

so first, if you're new, congrats on finding the stream, I know we don't make it easy...

Now look a lot of you in the comments are like, "I don't believe in a GOD, but the DEVIL exists", or "I believe in ALIENS but not GHOSTS," and so on.

The good news is the bad news, you're all half-right. We're all talking about the same ...guests on earth, and I'm not going to judge you because you picture 'em wearing a different halloween mask.

Let's re-state the facts, because if we don't, what happens? That's right - they become fiction again, don't they, and these things have hidden in legend for long enough. So again -

1. Our guests have been around since humans were capable of abstract thought. That doesn't mean self-awareness per se! We may have just been able monkeys with big ideas.

2. They outlive us when we die

3. they can change how we behave, from the inside. Whether it's ghosts / gods / demons or an alien sex plague, possession is a big YES. They live in our minds, or at least act through us.

... and 4. when we cry out in our own heads, call it a prayer if you will - they seem to both hear and understand.

The truth is, it doesn't matter if they're from this world. Because they're here now, and they've got a plan for us. We have got to find out what. Skeptic out.

hells_bells: So who/what is SPEAK-AS-ONE?

DS: accounts vary.

hells_bells: so it's two people who just talk at the same time?

DS: Whole conversations, totally improv. Story comes from waaay back when, back to the first human beings evolving. you know when apes go bald, you know, they freeze more easily. Winter was harsh, this first real tribe of homo sapiens was dying. But then.

hells_bells: I heard this part. They see a light in a cave, and they send two scouts in.

DS: total strangers, legend has it - but in a small tribe?... I call BS on that part. anyway, this pair comes back out of the cave holding a blazing torch. the first fire. Together in perfect synch, they say - "we saw a god", or spoke to it somehow.

hells_bells: They saw a God, or they ARE a god?

DS: the tribe was like ::shrug::. we sort of... still don't know.

hells_bells: So, SPEAK-AS-ONE. Holding hands like creepers, same as now. What if it's an act?

DS: story goes, some girl, the daughter of doubt, said - "ok so blind them, deafen them, and ask them a new question. Idiots" (okay that last part was me.)

hells_bells: what happened?

DS: accounts vary. ::sunglasses::

hells_bells: I hate yoouuuu. it's like talking to a bot. to be continued dick (edited)

Gwen: okay I got you the footage. please just explain to me if my parents are evil now

DS: If you see them wearing hoods or masks, they're sleepwalking. They can hurt you last night, then wake up today not knowing it. If they're not wearing masks... well, for now let's think positive.

Gwen: are they like possessed?

DS: I'd like to comfort you, but it isn't binary. This thing that's pulling their strings, it picks hosts who share its ideas. We've seen emails, social media hit a sort of "saturation" point when it takes them. Suddenly they get kind of radicalized, but... the core beliefs were always there.

Gwen: my parents moved to redacre, so you're saying some part of them is okay with being cut off from the world, the internet, all that

DS: And is willing to abdicate a lot of freedom for it. Yes. It may have invited them here under obscured pretenses, but deep down it takes a special kind of person to look at a small town in the Radio Quiet Zone and say yes.

Gwen: they're annoying but I love them. cant we... exorcise them?

DS: If so, we don't know how. But whatever this thing is, it doesn't like exposure. It takes great pains to suppress the footage of its hosts behaving abnormally, that sort of thing. Maybe if your parents and enough of their peers saw the footage in the daytime, it could cause them to question some of those core beliefs, seek help, or ideally - help us.

Gwen: that's a Fing shot in the dark

DS: ...welcome to the club.


918 Hoadly[edit | edit source]

918 HOADLY - TRANSCRIBED LETTER FROM HARPER ESPOSITO TO ALBERTO ESPOSITO

Alby,

I love you. But I can't say like this. I just don't belong here the way you all belong here. The problem isn't Redacre, it's me. I guess I just don't deserve the quiet life. Not yet.

Chiara will be fine.. She is perfect, I don't know how she came from me. But please don't take it out on Devin. She's almost 17. With me there, she will run out of time - so proud to brandish the word "alone" like a knife. Selfish in her pain. That... she gets from me. I can't fix her. That's why I need to leave.

But I WILL be back Alby, and I'll be different. I promise. I only hope you'll wait for me.

Love,

Harper

CHORUS NOTE: ALBERTO ESPOSITO WAS IN THE WAITING LIST TO HAVE A HANDWRITING SPECIALIST ANALYZE THE ABOVE WHEN WE INTERCEPTED THIS. INFORM CHIARA.

If there was just 1 person in the entire world I could talk to who wouldn't tell me "it's just a phase" or "try and ignore it," maybe I wouldn't feel so totally confused and angry all the time and could have ONE SECOND where I'm not basically just a whole messy ball of negative stuff. And THERE PROBABLY IS!! A whole BUNCH of people who live outside the Quiet Zone, but I have NO WAY of ever finding them and that means I have no hope of... well just basically no hope!!!

P.S. Chiara, if you're reading this, I am literally too sad to murder you. But please know I am counting each time you at like a creeper, and when mom gets back I will tell her about every single one.

So Mom left. She left us. Need to get used to writing it. I mean I could tell she was unhappy, but I thought that she was just cuz of me, cuz I'm such a mess and maybe it IS? But I'm not so sure cuz I didn't even have words for this stuff until she dug up all those pamphlets. Why do that, then leave?

Plus where'd she get them? No-one in Redacre is going around talking about "enbys" or pronouns or knows how to spell "dysphoria." I mean there's a whole VOCABULARY for this outside of this crap-hole town!!! But staying here means I'll probably grow old too and die saying it all wrong. Drape my coffin with the wrong F-ing flag or something.

They say Bells knows someone out of town - they're like in touch. At school she seems seriously PO'd. I have to trust someone, so I choose to trust an angry girl.

So Bells, since we talked I'm going to start writing to you, and I'll try to hide these a little better.

Some, shrinks or something just showed up today. At the frigging door. I've never seen this person before in my life! And get this - CHIARA answered the door, let the guy in. They kind of nodded at each other. My stupid sister! She's 11 but I feel like she's been annoying me for 11 thousand years.

Anyways they both asked me questions, like she had rehearsed it or something, like an intervention. But no one questions about Mom. Isn't that weird?? I thought on TV, a therapist or whatever says "tell me about your mother"? Like I actually have a missing mom, and it actually is messing me up! But instead, I get meds. I'm supposed to start them tomorrow. Maybe tonight when we meet you can tell me how to fake it? What are they expecting to see?

Devin Esposito / Harper Esposito (Devin's note : Maybe. Wish I could show this to Bells.)

D.E.: Mom? its.. its late. Did you - did you finish rehab?

H.E.: Devin. It's Mom. [pause] I miss you, honey.

D.E.: Ok, im [sounds. propping up in bed.] one : you sound weird. Is rehab in town? Dad won't say.

H.E.: You'll have to ask Dad about that

D.E.: Dad doesn't know! Chiara says she doesn't either but her smug-ass grin says otherwise, which is- hold on, did you finish? Are you coming home?

H.E.: You are my sweet girl. please don't forget me. I'm getting better for you

D.E.: [silence]. All this time, no calls, and then you say- then you use that- [pause.] Before you, um left- you promised, with that stuff. Mom? Remember?

H.E.: I have to go. Someone else needs the phone. I hate them a little. Forgive me.

Devin Esposito / Harper Esposito

D.E.: [sleepy murmur] Uh. Mom! You got more phone time. Why is it always so late? I was asleep. I thought you uh, got in trouble. Our last call was so ... unique.

H.E.: Devin, I wanted to say I am so sorry, I realize I was insensitive.

D.E.: Yes, you were. Honestly, I mean no offense? But if that was sober you... well, I spent the rest of that night wishing you packed a flask.

H.E.: [laughs] that is not funny, Devin. Even if I deserved it.

D.E.: [hesitant chuckle]. But um, Dad won't say what you're trying to get sober from. Is... is memory loss part of it?

H.E.: Let's stay on topic. i offended you, and I won't do it again. That first call, I wasn't uh, in my right mind.

D.E.: Yeah. Mom? Can you go ahead and use specific words to tell me how you offended me? I'm not a kid anymore.

H.E.: Devin, I don't have a lot of time. I have naws. I'm coming home. Matter of months

D.E.: Wow. Okay. Does Chiara already know?

H.E.: I thought you'd be happy, Devin. I'm getting better for you.

D.E.: Yeah ... you know what, I'll save my questions. Come on home when you can, Mom. I'll be waiting.


1001 Hoadly[edit | edit source]

Trusted Members of the Redacre School Board,

Once again, the proposed budget does not allow for the expansion of our school system's technological resources. I recognize that the circumstances generated by living within the RQZ threaten to render money allocated for certain digital technologies redundant and wasteful - if the students elect to remain in town for their entire lives, as so many of my esteemed colleagues seem to have done. I also recognize that it is a choice to live within the bounds of such a zone. Further, I agree that the pace of developing technology has rendered many aspects of human culture ugly, even reprehensible.

However.

If our students are going to survive in the world as it is, rather than as we would have it - isn't it reasonable to expose them to the tools so much of this world deems as essential to success?

Yours in Hope, Maligras Quiroga


922 Hoadly[edit | edit source]

37 weeks in and I have yet to feel a kick. I'd be nervous but the doctors are adamant that the pregnancy is not just healthy but exemplary. They are as excited as I am to meet the baby (that's you!). The lack of complication is a double relief, truthfully - if they looked too closely, CHORUS might refuse to honor the insurance claim. I don't even know where I'm going to hide this baby book until you're old enough to read it with me, kiddo... '

Siobhan's insistence on having a biological connection to the baby caught me by surprise (no offense, dear daughter/son/other). CHORUS strongly prefers adoptions, and I could have been happy with that. But Colm - that's your... uncle, I guess - I was willing to donate. Has a lot of time on his hands, that one. And Siobhan, your other mama... wore me down.

She and I have... never disagreed before, the sensation was so disruptive I hardly knew what to do. And so I went with it, and so we lied. I've never felt such disquiet. But when you're here, maybe I'll see her eyes in yours, or maybe someone from my side of the family... and that'll help with the guilt.

Something's happened - means I'll have to wait until you're much older to show you this book. Someone talked. CHORUS knows we swapped Colm's donation with an anonymous sample. A reprimand was issued. Worse case, we might not be allowed to stay if there's a housing space conflict. But your uncle Colm ... and his "art" - that's a new order of magnitude. He can't stay here, around... you. I'm sorry. I think he would like... you to come to his house instead of ours. Siobhan, your other mama, she - may not be able to tell him to leave. And if I say it with words, she might resent me on his behalf. And so. '

RPD Police Report [COPY]

Case No. 543SA1-229

Reporting Officer(s): Inspector K. Niske, Officer J Biehl

Incident: B&E 922 Hoadly.

Details: Upper level bedroom window smashed. Evidence of multiple perps. Damages limited to single room located on the upper floor. Perps spray-painted phrases on walls to the effect of a warning believed to be issued to inhabitant of room, name of Colm Ryan - guest, relation of the resident. Mr. Ryan reports retiring early the previous night and waking up to find these damages in the morning. Reports "sleeping through" the event.

Damage: Window broken. Artistic sculptures of a religious nature destroyed.

Action(s) Taken: Interviewed victim (Ryan), other inhabitants of house, neighbors. Questioning of Mr. Ryan sought to establish potential motives. Mr. Ryan is visiting Redacre - we sought to assess intended length of visit. Subjects intends to stay on longer than initially believed, possibly seeking a permanent move. Listed Mr. Ryan as subject to be watched.


920 Hoadly[edit | edit source]

INVENTORY MANIFEST - 920 HOADLY AVE

HAVE:

PHOTO ID, MARSHALL WELLSLEY, AGE 16

BLOOD DNA FROM DISCARDED BANDAGE, MARGO WELLSLEY, AGE 16

HOUSE KEY, FRONT DOOR

MAILBOX KEY

NEED:

KEY, 1998 SKYLARK

BACK DOOR KEY (DEADBOLT)

PHOTO ID, MARGO WELLSLEY

DNA SAMPLE, MARSHALL WELLSLEY

MARGO WELLSLEY - EXERCISE PLAYLIST, COMPLETE SONGLIST


Dancing Sickness[edit | edit source]

Another hardcopy, stolen by Dax's barely functional sky friend.

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CHORUS COMMUNITIES. INTERNAL TRANSCRIPT.

Disharmonious Report. Sleeper testimony. Resolved prior to composition.

---

Lucid F♯ E♭: You two. Listen. Okay? We speak as one.

SLEEPER"A" [IDENTITY REDACTED]: WE SPEAK AS ONE.

SLEEPER"B" [IDENTITY REDACTED]: WE SPEAK AS ONE.

Lucid F♯ E♭: That is... a start. The Chordist can neither compose nor encode what you saw unless you agree. You heard someone. host to a forbidden voice. But they did not speak?

SLEEPER A: They made...sounds. She heard them.

SLEEPER B: Sounds. Yes. He heard, too.

Lucid F♯ E♭: We know the...wayward children have brought more than one back into play. But they speak, typically, you can't shut them up. We need to know which one, so we can pursue and contain. What kind of sounds?

SLEEPER A: They were fighting sounds. It was clear

SLEEPER B: It lies! They were-they ... they were mating sounds.

Lucid F♯ E♭: Focus. I beg you. You both said the child was alone!

SLEEPER A: Fighting! Alone!

SLEEPER B: Mating! Alone! They were-

Lucid F♯ E♭: -oh god, they were dancing. [to Chordist] Inform the Voice.

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This is not good. I'm not going to out y'all... but if you party with DFU? Before you go to bed, ask her to dance WHERE nobody's watching.

-Gwen


CHORUS Inquest[edit | edit source]

Dax, I transcribed this from the hardcopy of the weird CHORUS shorthand that you gave me. And burned it. Might regret that, but this is easier to hide. I think I got all of it right? Your dumb drone found something important. Before you get too cocky, maybe thank the recruits who recovered it for you.

-G

MADI-SHAW INCIDENT NO.2, PRELIMINARY INQUEST.

SUBJECT: LUCID E♭A♯

***

LUCID E♭A♯: Footage, yes. We know - we believe she had recorded-

|<>|: THE INSTRUMENT. THE || SONG. HOSTS, TUNING-

LUCID E♭A♯: Yes,but-

[Silence.]

LUCID E♭A♯: We are sorry to interrupt. We apologize.

[Silence]

|<>|: WE SPEAK AS ONE.||WE SPEAK AS ONE.

LUCID E♭A♯: We Speak-As-One. We...continue? Yes. We suspect footage exists of a more damaging nature. We seized one copy, but.

|<>|: WE DISASSEMBLE.WE || WILL CEASE NOW.

|<>|: WHAT DID SHE SEE? || WHAT DID SHE SEE?

LUCID E♭A♯: With respect. She visited Saturation Control! She saw the containment-

[Pauses.]

We advise.. ending this record. Dismissing the Chordist performant. The song is truth, but. [pause] One must give a thought to, to, to... harmony?

[ |<>| addresses the Chordist.]

|<>|: GO.||GO.

[Transcription ends.]

MADI-SHAW INCIDENT NO.2, PRELIMINARY INQUEST.

EXCERPT

SUBJECT: LUCID F♯E♭

***

|<>|: YOU WERE PERFORMANT || THAT NIGHT, YES?

LUCID F♯E♭: y-yes, it was my shift ... her mother has attained lucidity, she's one of us. I thought -it was thought at first-

|<>|: THAT SHE LET THE GIRL || VISIT SATURATION CONTROL?

|<>|: OF ALL PLACES? || OF ALL PLACES?

LUCID F♯E♭: Young Eyes exist, you told us! Age is not the only signifier!

|<>|: THE CHILD HAS A || ... CHECKERED PAST.

|<>|: -WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. || WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.

LUCID F♯E♭: Yes, I - w-we! ... we should have - look, please! We took the liberty of reviewing the security footage for you. We were gone 28 seconds! She comes in - see? Somehow she found the release and pulled - you you know these kids trip fire alarms for fun-

|<>|: FIRE. | FIRE.

LUCID F♯E♭: [stammering] what?

|<>|: AUDIO. NOW. || AUDIO. NOW.

[NONVERBAL ANNOTATION BEGINS. LUCID F♯E♭ obliges, provides audio feed.]

[FROM RECORDING: Sounds of Isabela Madi-Shaw breathing rapidly. The squeak of newer shoe rubber. Audible hyperventilation, probable panic. 0:16 seconds into the room, those sounds abruptly cease.]

|<>|: WITNESS. SHE CALMS. || WITNESS. SHE CALMS.

[FROM RECORDING: At this point, Madi-Shaw is off camera, but someone - LUCID F♯E♭ alleges it was her - activates the containment release for saturation group 6. Several other sets of soft footsteps are heard. Then silence.]

|<>|: IT LED HER TO || THEM. IT IS HERE.

  1. ru in the TBC Official Discord #q-and-a channel, August 24, 2019 at 11:54AM.