He calls himself "the Actor" and won't give a name. He said that he's an actor and that "this" is his role, whatever "this" is. Trying to get more information out of him about it is impossible. That's all he ever says about it. Maybe it's his way of coping with this hell hole, pretending like he has nothing to do with it. I can't find it in me to blame him.

Name: ???
Alias(es): The Actor (primary name); The Shithead (probably a joke?)
Age: ??? Looks to be early to mid-30's
Appearance: Black neck-length hair, dark brown eyes, light skin, no facial hair, roughly 165-170 cm tall
Notable traits: Flower growing over left eye (his left, viewer's right) that changes? Vines growing over him, sometimes hidden under jackets or other clothes
Ethnicity/Race: Japanese, Uchinanchu
Personality: Very laid-back and unbothered by anything and everything, probably out of touch with reality
Location(s): Sighted in numerous levels with known human presence
Notes: Small and presumably fast handwriting, hard to read; Uses "kaomoji" (faces created by using ASCII text) frequently in typing

There’s a list of flowers that the Actor’s been seen “wearing” that I took out. I’m not sure what to make of it. Maybe he’s a bit of a fashionista, or something.

- DIAMOND

DANGER LEVEL HIGH

Subject is highly unpredictable, appears to favor improvised weapons even when within reach of conventional weapons. Possibly non-human with human appearance as evidenced by corroborated reports of death twice followed by later reappearance. Despite this, subject has standard human susceptibility to injuries. Subject prefers bludgeoning with bulky or long objects. Keep away from chairs, folding tables, poles, and similar items. Proceed with standard precautions for humans of unknown affiliation.

UPDATE: Subject potentially carries umbrella for self-defense. Standard weaponry is sufficient when engaging in combat with subject.

UPDATE: thats not a fucking umbrella

INTERVIEW SUBJECT: The stranger gave me a bottle of what he claimed was "real, actual water." I don't know if it was, but it didn't taste like almond water. I probably should have kept it instead of chugging the whole thing, but I actually felt better after drinking that than I ever have drinking almond water.

INTERVIEWER: You never questioned what it actually was?

INTERVIEW SUBJECT: More "should'a could'a would'a," but he was so nice. And he sounded so genuine, you know? I didn't really have it in me to be suspicious. He came running just to hit a Partygoer in the face with... an oar? I think? Why did he have an oar?

INTERVIEWER An oar?

INTERVIEW SUBJECT: Yeah, like, for boats? Except one side looked sanded down. I guess it's a weapon? Anyway, he decided to go beat the shit out a Partygoer to help me, so I figured he couldn't be that bad. Wait, hang on.

[INTERVIEW SUBJECT BEGINS SEARCHING PERSONAL BACKPACK. INTERVIEW SUBJECT SHOWS INTERVIEWER AN OBJECT WRAPPED IN PLASTIC WRAP. OBJECT APPEARS TO BE A BAKED FOOD ITEM, WITH PURPLE PIECES OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN BAKED IN.]

INTERVIEW SUBJECT: Do you, uh, happen to know what "ube" is? Because this shit kind of slaps.

There was an entire script found for a television(?) show titled "Baking with Blanche." It looks to be a cooking show starring Blanche and the Actor. I have no idea why this exists or if the subjects themselves are aware of this existing. It's also impossible for this to exist in actual show form, unless they've replaced its participants with stand-ins. I've omitted most of the script from this document packet due to the sheer length and questionable usage as a reliable reference. If you'd like to see the rest, let me know.

- DIAMOND


THE ACTOR CUBES THE SWEET POTATO. CAMERA FOCUSES ON POTATOES.

ACTOR: Now, here's an interesting fact; ube and Okinawan sweet potatoes are not the same thing. The flesh of it looks similar, and they have similar flavor, but one is a yam and the other is a sweet potato.

BLANCHE: Do they taste different?

ACTOR: Technically yes, but nothing you'd be able to notice unless you're a five-star food critic. You could feed me one and call it the other, and I'd have no idea.

BLANCHE: Can they be easily substituted for the other in cooking, then?

ACTOR: Oh, absolutely.

CAMERA PANS TO THE STOVETOP. BLANCHE CONTINUES TO STIR THE MARSHMALLOW SAUCE.

ACTOR: So once the marshmallows have melted, you should get this sort of thick, kind of goopy sauce. Make sure you keep the sauce moving, since there is so much sugar in here and sugar loves to burn in saucepans.

FOCUS TO FRONT CAMERA. BLANCHE AND THE ACTOR WATCH THE SAUCEPAN.

BLANCHE: This is quite melted now.

ACTOR: Perfect. The parboiled sweet potato goes in next. Keep mixing and make sure to coat all the pieces with the sauce mix. That's a big pet peeve of my cousin's.

BLANCHE: Your cousin is a rather funny person, no?

ACTOR: Carrying around a revolver, getting mad about candied Okinawan sweet potatoes that don't have an equal coating of sugar... Oh, y'know.

TRANSCRIPT START
NOTE: Operative managed to start audio capture without detection after conversation start.

OP: [NOT CAPTURED IN RECORDING] wandering around alone?

THE ACTOR: It's not like I'm unarmed.

OP: You look like easy prey.

THE ACTOR: But I'm not!

OP: It doesn't matter if you aren't. It matters if something, or someone, thinks you're easy to get rid of. You shouldn't be attracting that kind of attention to yourself.

THE ACTOR: Weird being lectured by someone else that, y'know, someone else might try to get me.

OP: Take it as a public service announcement.

THE ACTOR: Public service...? Oh, you're MEG, aren't you?

OP: Yeah, why?

THE ACTOR: Mmh. Nothing. Usually MEG people try to chase me down.

OP: Are you... wanted for something?

THE ACTOR: What is there to be wanted for? I'm just an actor.

OP: An actor? Here?

THE ACTOR: You say that as if nobody keeps hobbies here.

OP: Who is there to act for?

THE ACTOR: I dunno. What is there to chase me down for?

OP: I only chased you down because you made yourself too much of a target for entities. You need to be more careful, is all.

THE ACTOR: Please. As if you know more about this place than I do.

OP: Excuse me?

THE ACTOR: You're annoying me. I'm leaving.

[Voice of the Actor begins to fade. Noted by Operative that the Actor pointed an umbrella at her while walking backwards and away from her.]

THE ACTOR: And I hope your stupid tape recorder falls out of the world!