The Profound and The Foolish

Mick scowled at the drive that Graham had left him, and at the post that Graham had made to his blog, just before arriving at Mick's place.  The fucker hadn't even given him a heads up that he was posting about his visit, let alone anything else!  Mick would be very surprised if Graham was not arrested the moment that he set foot in the hospital again. Hastily, Mick started shoving clothes and supplies into a duffel bag as he continued to curse Graham's name.  If he hadn't been paranoid enough to check up on Graham's online activities the moment that he left, Mick knew that he would have been picked up himself in very short order. As it was, he closed his bag and, as soon as the copy he'd started of the drive had finished, he shoved it into one pocket, slung his bag over his shoulder, and left the house.  He would drop the drive into the fountain in the city park as he went through.  That would give whoever was tracking the thing a bit of trouble, at least....

Question:  Does Graham drown? Answer:  No. Question:  Does Carrie drown? Answer:  no but. A/N:  I was all prepared for the answer to those question to be yes.  Anyway... It's been longer since my last post than usual, but things got very exciting for a while there. We were sitting on the roof, waving at the other people from the bus, the ones who had chosen different buildings to sit on than us, when our building started to show signs of collapse.  It began to sway, which was when I made my last post.  I posted it, and made sure that my phone and the Drive were both safely stowed within my jacket.  (I'm really glad that all computer tech is waterproof these days.  That was a good advance, you know?) Then, the roof we were standing on fell away beneath us, and we dropped.  There were beams and bits of masonry and broken glass and all sorts of stuff all around us. Carrie got hit on the head on the way down and knocked ou...

Question:  Do they get rescued before the building collapses? Answer: Flat No. The building is getting awfully creaky.  We've been spending our time on the roof, talking, since we finished exploring the building.  To be honest, I'm not so sure that we shouldn't brave the flood waters.  It may well be safer than staying where we are, especially now that the waters have subsided a little bit, and seem a bit calmer. We were talking about politics.  I told her that I wasn't unsympathetic to her cause, I just didn't see the point in still raising consciousness.  People aren't going to become any more sympathetic than they are now.  They aren't going to be any more likely to join the cause than they were before. She kind of wilted at that point.  She admitted that they didn't really know what else to do - it's just that the other communist groups are in favour of violent revolution, and nobody in the Neon Marxists wanted that. She asked me abou...

Level 1 Attention to detail roll for Graham (ie the PC):  For: 6  Against: 3  No modifiers.  Graham wins. Carrie and I decided to explore the building, since we're trapped here.  Actually, it's by way of a truce.  She and I clashed pretty quickly on the subject of politics - I mentioned my opinions of the Neon Marxists in my last post, and she took exception.  Fair enough, really - nobody enjoys having somebody tell them their political ideology is stupid. Most of the apartments are at least partly furnished, and they're all pretty mouldy, too.  Which is also reasonable, given that they wind up with their foundations in water every time a storm cell comes over.  We found a large mattress in one of the apartments that isn't too mouldy, and some drapes that are actually mould free.  So we're dragging the mattress up to the hut at the top of the building where the stairwell comes out.  We'll put the mattress there, and cover it wit...

The burnt out car's been taken away by the police, at last.  Thank goodness.  I was starting to dream about it - that I couldn't meet with the boss that I was supposed to have a vital appointment with because he'd been killed in a car accident. Except that it was more sinister than that - his secretary was somehow involved, and the boss was dead, but he was still around.  And I don't mean like Weekend at Bernie's, either.  More like Night of the Living Dead.  And she didn't want me to meet the boss, even though the appointment was really important and starting to get urgent.  She was trying to stop me from making my meeting. (Dreams are weird.  Maybe I should go to a doctor and get some sleeping pills or something.) It's funny - there were some of those Forensics experts crawling around after the car had gone.  You'd think they'd had enough before. But...  There was something in the grass.  Something like a symbol.  Or part ...

My neighbour's place is changing tenants again.  This is the third time in two months! It was never like this before.  There was a lovely old couple living there, they'd been there for years.  But he had dementia, and then she died.  So he went into a nursing home, and their kids put the place on the market. Since then?  Well, first there was a young couple.  They weren't too happy, to be honest - they were always fighting.  And then their dog vanished, never to be seen again, and they fought more than ever.  Then she walked out or something, and he left not long after. Then there was a divorced woman with grown-up children.  She got the creeps, and couldn't stand living there for more than three weeks before she left.  She kept complaining about the smell, now that I think of it.  She thought something had died under the floorboards, or something.  I reminded her that the place is on a concrete slab, like mine is, and she ...

One evening, when I was a teenager, my parents came out with the most amazing and unexpected outburst of "big brother is watching" paranoia.  I really hadn't expected it.  They had shown no prior interest in conspiracy theories, or end-of-the-world nonsense. I can't remember what we'd been talking about, if anything.  We were probably watching television - it was before extensions had been completed and the television moved, so Mum and Dad were sitting in the two brown elastic-"sprung" armchairs, whilst my sister and I were sitting in the swivelling high chairs we all sat in when we ate our meals. I do, however, remember that my parents were talking about ATMs, which in those days were still relatively new.  As a young child, the only way to get money from one's bank account was to go into the bank and talk to a bank clerk.  I didn't have a bank card that allowed me to use them at that stage, but I was starting to think it was a good idea. ...