Lateness of the Hour

Made it to a late-night coffee joint. Dunno how I managed it. Called home, but no response from my folks. They're still not home. Mom. Dad. Please be okay...

Dead tired. Gonna find somewhere safe to crash. To sleep.Thinking maybe the drugstore half a mile down the road. Busy road. Bus stop right out front. Can sleep on the bench, grab the first bus down to the U. To the train station.

I need sleep. Have to get sleep somehow.

The next Agent to get near me gets a baseball bat to the skull.

Koi wa Sensou

Cure. Can we really do it? Can I...? I think I can.

I'm not a mouse. Not blind. I came into this willingly, wanting to help someone. To help everyone. For being the younger sister, I sure act like I'm the older one, huh? ...Stupid, I know. But I'm not meek. Track record or not, I'll find a way. Some way. Something. Somehow.

I'm not sick any more. The cold is gone.

Ready to get to work.

Geigeki youi.

Weapon of Choice

And I swear to God, the first person to reference Fatboy Slim or Christopher Walken gets a virtual punch to the jaw.

General information dump time. Unfortunately, zerombr, this house never had a wooden baseball bat in it. The only wooden thing around (and, consequently, my only main weapon) is a cheap little wooden sword that Current BFF got at Ye Olde Ren Faire a couple years back. Doodled a symbol on the hilt so if It does show up (Heaven forbid), I won't be unarmed.

Zeke tried shooting it, right? My father showed me his guns. The only problem is that his pistols are both magnums. And the only one with ammo is a .357 revolver that would probably break both my arms if I tried to fire it. So, I'm fucked there. (Also: what the hell's up with your newest post, Zeke? Are you talking about the Sages or the workout guys?)

Positive thinking. Always positive thinking. Gotta stay positive in bleak times or when you're just being kind of paranoid. Staying positive is the difference between a guy at the base of a mountain and a guy dead at the peak.

...What the hell. Make with the Fatboy Slim references now if you want to.

Libera Nos

Fuck, what time is it?

Last thing I remember was heading out to the pharmacy for antacids and chewing gum. (Never doubt the power of apple-flavored gum to soothe the nerves.) That was... shit, 6 hours ago. It's right around the fucking block, it normally takes 5 minutes max to get there. How'd I get back home and why'd it take so long?

And I don't even have my gum or antacids. Pardon the profanity, but... what the hell happened?

Frost

Getting cooler here. Summer's over now for sure. Fall. ...The 26th isn't that far away now. Wonder what I'll be doing that day. Probably the same thing as always: studying about CPUs and overclocking and virtual memory.

And two men will be in the air, flying on borrowed wings away from a threat that has no face and a name I won't speak. It exists. I believe what Robert and Shaun and Jay (God rest his soul) said. It exists. The thing in the suit that has no face.

And will It come to one of us, I wonder? It's stalking the guys. Who's to say It won't start pursuing one of the commentators next? ...Bah. I shouldn't think about that. Cross that bridge when and if it comes to that. If It comes to that.

...This is why I don't stay up late. Now you know.

Common

It's sad when you don't have anything to say for a couple days. Sleeping pretty good, no weird dreams to speak of, no major events. That guy in the business suit showed up again to pick up another flier, only he was in a polo shirt this time. Guess he stopped by on his way to the golf resort.

Quiet as always. Gonna get some shut-eye and sleep on what Sage just posted about. Poor guys... I hope all of them get out of this all right. I know it's not likely, but... it never hurts to hope.