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....

Carrie's in a coma.  Who knows how long it will take for her to wake up.  The medics won't say one way or the other, even to her family.  (Yes, I met them.  They thanked me for saving her life.  I don't want them to thank me, not yet.  After all, she isn't alive again yet.  Not really.) I'm going to see my old friend Mick the Hungry Ghost this afternoon.  He's an interesting character, is Mick.  He served in the Amazon War. Q: did Graham meet Mick during the Amazon War? A: Yes. It's where I met him.  We were both drafted into the same unit and, after our first offensive, we did our level best to avoid as much action as possible. He's heavily into computers these days - he works for one of the Megacorps.  He'll be able to tell me what I should do with the Drive. Competition roll: Graham's skill as a liar:  Graham: 5  The Medics: 6   Graham's good, but the medical staff know a liar when they see one....

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...

I guess I was pretty flustered when I wrote that post yesterday.  I left one or two important things out. Taking a bus around the old city takes a whole lot longer than taking a bus through it, and there aren't any express routes that aren't risky.  That's why so many of us risk it every day.  And don't get me wrong - it is a risk.  The weather forecasters do their best, but they're on limited funds, just like everybody else who can't convince a megacorp that they're life's work is worth the effort.  (But I'll moan about my thwarted ambitions another time.  They aren't particularly relevant.) Anyway.  There were eleven of us on the bus, including the driver, when the storm hit.  We all made snap judgements about which buildings looked the safest, and ran for them.  Only two of us ended up this building.  I'm not sure which buildings the others ran into, but that doesn't really matter.  We're all stuck with our choices now. The...

It's a really shitty night tonight.  I'd just like you to know that.  There's a storm cell going over the city, and it's knocked out the power grid.  I wouldn't be sitting here writing this if I hadn't remembered to charge my phone this morning.  The mobile phone network is still functional.  (It's better protected than the power grid, of course.  Why wouldn't it still be up?  It isn't run by the government, after all.) I was heading home from work when the storm hit.  Since the buses all run off the power grid, it immediately stopped when the power went down, and we all had to run into the nearest multi story building before the flooding started or the tide walls broke or something.  There's always something that makes the old city flood when there's a storm cell.  So now I'm in an abandoned apartment block in the wrong part of town, and it's going to be hours - if not days - before I can get home.  The apartment block I'm sh...