SATURDAY
MAY 28TH, 2011
(Cipher
For A Million Years)
7:10
AM
MISTRESS, HOW ARE YOUUUUU? Um.. yeah, kinda.. bad time!
don’twakeupdonniedon’twakeupdonniedon’twakeupdonnie
"You made it to Blackpool, and in such record time! This is a nice town, isn't it? Have you been on the front yet? There's still loads of souvenirs, and no one to charge you money for them. There's even a working candy floss machine. Maybe I'll have you make me some sometime. Maybe later."
It.. it is a nice town, yes!
"I'm here to give you important information. There's a marketplace I want you to go to, you'll find it on your own, you'll know the place. I want you there on Tuesday, at 8 PM. I have a job for you."
Oh.. okay.
"See you, cutie."
And she's gone. o_o
That was.. particularly awkward for me, as Donnie's hugging me in her sleep.
Goddamn, Jordan. You're either very lucky, or very unlucky. I have no idea anymore.
10:07
AM
Had breakfast. Going for another walk. I asked the tropers about any nearby marketplaces, and there's a very prominent one nearby. Gonna check it out, see if there’s anything today.
10:45
AM
The marketplace is quiet, no zombies anywhere or
anything. There are countless stalls littered around, and very few
are empty.
…free stuff. :D
10:51
AM
Ohhhh my god, CDs.
10:54
AM
There was actually some good stuff there. Got Bonnjo
Vjönsped’s Cipher for a Million Years (part one:
Beacon and Forty Knights of Some Sort of Fluffy Texture) and some
David Bowie.
10:59
AM
..huh. A poster.
“MAY 31 @ 20:00
TVTROPES
MEET-UP HERE”
A troper meet-up. May 31st is.. I’m
pretty sure that’s Tuesday. 20:00’s 8 o’ clock. Mistress was
right.
Shit. This is interesting.
1:12
PM
Back at the house. Brought up the troper meet-up. Tropers
1 and 2 didn’t know about it. o_o
2:38 PM
We're all sitting in the living room, drinking tea, eating crumpets, reading newspapers and books.
Like nothing ever happened to the world.
This.. pretty much is exactly why I wanted to come up here. It's about survival, but it's also about safety.
Donnie's thankful to have somewhere safe, she gets it! And she's thankful she joined me on such a long journey. uwu
If I can just.. deal with Mistress... then maybe this can be the new life for us? And if I can deal with her, then surely the governments and stuff can deal with the rest of it?
...Donnie's crossed her leg over mine.
God, I've always wanted that.
4:40
PM
During a lull in conversation about the places the tropers would have liked to have shown us if the town still worked, I asked what the others know about the rabbit holes.
“They’re gateways to somewhere. Sometimes people come
back from them.” That’s all they knew.
I didn’t want to
mention what Mistress told me, about how they caused this whole mess,
how they’re growing. They’d wonder how I knew this. Donnie would,
too. I can’t spill my secrets.
In retrospect, I should
probably be careful what I write, as well. But no one's trying to read my journals. I think people just.. assume it's The Thing I Do.
7:12
PM
Blackpool's never this quiet in the summertime, it's a tourist town. Just goes to show how much a week of monsters changes.
The internet’s
finally gone down. I suppose that’s why there’s a troper meet-up
going on here.
10:00
PM
It’s hard to believe this apocalypse has been going on
for over a week now. I just realized that.
10:27
PM
You know what I’m in the mood for?
Awake.
Dream Theater. Specifically, “The Mirror.” >w>
10:28
PM
DUN DUN DUN. DUN DUN DUN. DUN DUN DUN. DUN DUN DUN. DUN DUN
DUN. DUN DUN DUN. DUN DUN DUN. DUN DUN DUN.
Puppies on Acid, motherfuckers.
10:45
PM
Whoa, that was a loud noise.
10:46
PM
THE ZOMBIES BROKE THE FRONT DOOR DOWN
10:48
PM
EAT GUITAR CONTROLLERRRR
10:54
PM
THEY’RE EVERYWHERE FUCK FUCK FUCK
10:55
PM
They’re not even doing anything. They only attack when
I do. They move when I do.
10:59
PM
These zombies look really freaking creepy. Most of them
don’t even look dead. Just.. high. They look brain-dead.
11:00
PM
Wait, what.
They’re leaving.
11:03
PM
Each one is gone now; the house is completely deserted
besides us living folk.
11:09
PM
..troper 2.
Where’s troper 2?
11:11
PM
We’ve looked all over, but he’s nowhere. I wish we
knew where he was.
11:13
PM
Donnie spotted him. He’s outside with the zombies.
I’m
gonna get him. I need something to do.
11:18
PM
The zombies are all staring at me. They’re standing
still, only turning to continue watching me as I go past.
Troper
2 is stuck. He can’t move.
11:19
PM
Fucking ropes or something, cable, something, wrapped
around his leg. I’m gonna try to untie his
That’s not around
his leg. That’s in it.
fuckmore of them in his arms
torso head
ZOMbies WAKING UP
11:30
PM
Fuuuck goddammit. I’m in. Troper 2’s not; he vanished
shortly after the zombies ‘woke up.’
I need to keep a record
of this. The more we have written down, the better, right? Troper 2
was struggling, he said he couldn’t move. I checked it out and he
had…. some.. things, like.. cables or something digging into
various parts of his skin. Then the zombies woke up.
They just
all said “How do you do.” And next thing I know, they all raised
their hands forward. Like.. like you expect zombies to do.
They all reached for me.
Fuck, that was very weird.
11:42
PM
Donnie wants me in bed. Her exact words were “I want
you to come to bed with me.” I don’t know if she’s just too
tired to watch her words or what.
I guess we’re gonna find
out!
(Attached: “The difficulty of parsing a question mark in the spoken-word depends wholly on the speaker’s inflections and on context. For phrases commonly taken rendered as statements, the speaker needs to raise her or his inflection at the end of the phrase in order for a listener to infer an inquisitive nature. All of this is irritating enough without considering ambiguous or even cryptic phrases, a trait ridiculously common to we the lonely wanderers. Not normally common to Salmacis, but I guess at this point it had her hands full already. Join us next month for the episode on complex pronoun systems!”)