Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Lying Low (For Now)

Still hiding out. I'm trying desperately to stay off people's (things') radar until I can get away.

I did manage to get back into my room after a while, though they're still monitoring me. I'm using one of Dea's zany theoretical thingies- some kind of mystical 'keep out' sign, apparently- to keep them from coming into the room itself, and that at least seems to work fine. Not that I should trust that at all.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Im Okay

Well, mostly okay, anyway.
The raid went... um. I don't actually know what to call it. I'm not dead, but I didn't get any helpful information and I did get hurt.

I got in okay by use of the most ancient and mystical art of 'look like you know where you're going and what you're doing and people will assume you're supposed to be there'. Then somebody noticed I *wasn't* supposed to be there. I ducked into what I thought was a broom closet but turned out... not to be.

The room was almost painful to look at. As I remember it (which is probably a poor metric indeed) it was at the same time both so large I could not see the walls or ceiling and normally sized.

There were a lot of people in that room.

So I ducked out, grabbed something off a table on the way out the front door, and ran for my life. The book I risked my life for turned out to be somebody's English textbook.

I had to lie low for a bit- in fact, I still am lying low, this post is being written from my smartphone and posted via wifi stolen from McDonalds via the roof.

So yeah. Disastrous, but not as bad as it could have been. Also I have good-ish news- it seems only a fraction of the Club is actually hollowed. The rest are still normal, or sane enough to act like it.

And North? I think we'd better call off the meeting for now. My "brilliant plan" attracted a lot of attention.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Rock and a Hard Place

I should be getting out of here. I looked up the rules for a reason. I'm trying very hard not to act too stupid. Because I'm not. Stupid, I mean. I have a backpack full of supplies all ready to go, just in case. When the risks get too bad,  I'm gone.

But I can't. Not yet.

Friday, December 2, 2011

H(a)unting: Advice

H(a)unting: Advice: Well, I'm caving. Who wants some tips that have helped me out? (Please note that these, at times, will completely contradict the advice of ...

More useful info. Reblogged for future reference.

Thursday, December 1, 2011