TUESDAY MAY 24TH, 2011
(The Pillar)

2:34 AM
TV still works, DVD player still works. Beavis and Butt-Head Do America still w

5:28 AM
Donnivan came in. She said she couldn’t sleep. I put Inception on, asked her to watch it with me. She did. She’s sleeping now. .w. I guess I will too.

11:42 AM
spdiedserjfjdasdsjspidercat spidercat spidercat spidercat

11:45 AM
Donnie got it out the door. I don’t think those barricades are gonna hold up.
Let’s.. get breakfast.

1:04 AM
“Jordan, I think we should talk about.. things. The red sky.”
Alright. Yeah, that’d be a good idea.
“You’ve heard the rumours, right? That this is Rapture? There was that American man who had predicted this, and it can’t just be a coincidence that this started on the very day he had predicted. ..can it?”
No. I don’t think it’s just a coincidence. But at the same time, I’m.. I dunno. This doesn’t feel like the Christian depictions of.. well, anything! This feels too modern. Or something, I can’t quite put a name to it, but it really doesn’t feel right.
“Nothing seems to.”
No.
“So what else could it be? If this isn’t the apocalypse, what is it?”
I.. well, like I said, I can’t put a name to it. But I do have a theory. I think, whatever the hell “Rapture” is, it’s not here yet. It’s coming, just not here yet. For one thing, we’re all clearly pretty much alive. So it’s most likely not here.
“I think that it’s a place, and we have to go to it. Like.. like Mordor or Pohjola or something.” Had to get her to spell that last one for me.
That would explain why that Cockroach Jesus thing was trying to take me somewhere the other day. But this still leaves the questions of where Rapture is and how we get there. I guess, either way, there’s no way of knowing for sure.
“And neither of our theories say much to explain the.. outside.”
The red skies, yeah, that’s gotta be something. But whether or not we’ll find out depends entirely on how good we are at survival.

3:11 PM
We’ve been doing random things. We have confirmation, journal: she likes prog. I can’t believe it. She’s so perfect. She wishes I had more albums. I told her I do too.
“If only we could, like.. go to HMV or something.”
Haha, yeah, that’d be rad. I’d love to just.. I dunno, browse a music shop with you. Like the huge one in Piccadilly Circus, you ever been to that one?
“I went there at one point, yeah. That place would be ideal.”
Come to think of it, might it be ideal for other things too?
“‘Other things?’”
Like. Could it be barricaded, would we be able to live there if it were, say, abandoned? We’d be pretty close to all kinds of food places.
“But it’s in London, there’d be tons of people everywhere. Or monsters. Plus the walk…”
So you’re getting my idea.
“I am.” She’s crossing her arms.
Just imagine it! You and me, thousands of CDs and probably some kind of way to play them, surrounded by a megalopolis where we’d be safe and easily be able to communicate with the rest of the world, we’d be kept much more informed on the state of things there than here!
“I guess there are advantages to going somewhere more densely populated… but what if HMV’s already occupied? Which it’s likely to be.”
Well, then we politely ask if we can join them, or we look for somewhere else!
“And what if there’s nowhere else?”
It’ll be a lot easier to think of a plan when we’re in a big city, believe me.
She sighed. “Alright, but we need a solid backup before we even try something as big as this.”
Alright, I’ll think of something.

4:23 PM
Holy fuck. Amazingly enough, some people on TVTropes— a troper couple— were rather enthusiastic about the possibility of us going to stay with them. They’re up in Blackpool, which is.. quite a bit further than London, but I’ll talk to Donnie about it!

4:25 PM
“Are you sure about this? Aren’t these basically strangers?”
With all due respect, ma’am, I have a lot of trust in TVTropes. These guys have collectively saved my life. It’s.. a long story.
“…alright. I suppose there’s not much choice. I could leave, but I really don’t like the idea of wandering those streets alone. It seems pretty common sense to stick together. And if you trust these people, I’ll take your word for it. I guess.”
It’ll be fine. :3

5:39 PM
I realize that there’s still a problem we haven’t discussed: The rabbit holes. That strange staircase that took me down the shapeless lands and into the file cabinet maze. Donnie hasn’t mentioned experiencing anything like that, but maybe someone online has. I’m looking it up.

8:19 PM
Nothing regarding the rabbit holes yet. I mean, I’m not looking for “rabbit holes;” I just have no better name for it.

10:51 PM
Donnie came in to tell me I should make sure I’m all ready for setting off tomorrow. So I’ll do that.

10:55 PM
..where’s Tiger Stripes?

11:06 PM
I’ve been looking all over the house. I can’t find it.

11:10 PM
HOW CAN I MISPLACE A BIG PLASTIC GUITAR
Unless it’s.. outside. o____o;; I don’t want to go out there.

11:11 PM
I WISH THIS WAS EASY I WISH THIS WAS EASY I WISH THIS WAS EASY I WISH THIS WAS EASY

11:12 PM
Okay. I think I’m ready. I’ve got my big book. Got it gripped firmly. Donnie’s coming.

11:15 PM
Checked all around the house, where could it be
“What is that?”
what
WHAT
IN THE IN THE DISTANCE
IT’S LIKE A SOARING PILLAR OF RED COMING FROM THE where would you call that the east THE SOUTH-WEST
ASCENDING INTO THE CLOUDS
HURTING TO LOOK AT
Is that a person over there floating in the sky raising their arms
Wait whoh mY GOD BIG ONES A WHOLE HORDE OF BIG ONES CRAWLING AWAY FROM THE PILLAR
THEY’RE COMING THIS WAY
FUCK THIS SHIT LET’S GO BACK INSIfdisijgf
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what did I trip over
I can’t fucking
a fucking spidercat
that has Tiger Stripes
GIVE IT HERE GODDAMMIT OKAY NOW SHOO
NOW LET’S GET THE FUCK BACK INSIDE

11:28 PM
These barricades seriously aren’t gonna hold, they can’t even hold a spidercat let alone a Big One let alone alone a stampede of them
Donnie’s retreating to the bathroom.
I don’t know what to do.
..god.

(Attached, from one of my rare conversations with the Archangel: “I remember the pillar in the sky, though I can hardly say I remember raising my arms, and it must have been me because there weren’t exactly any other floating people at the scene of the crime. I had just had a meeting with a bitter study in despair and given her a red head, and I was probably on my way to see all this Genera garbage for myself when the pillar came. I don’t know what that pillar could possibly signify. In fact, I think this is one of the clearest cases where a really flashy event of extreme symbolic potential falls flat in the grand scheme of things and withers, never to be referenced again. Such is life, o felix culpa. I am Death, and who are you?”)