It's not very happy, no, not at all, but it's c-cold, so very, very cold. Cold...is it Stygia? No, no, it can't be, I've already been there once befo...maybe we fell in, though, through that hole Cyrus made and into the pits of the Underworld, down, down, down...
It's cold.
It's cold.
Why is it so cold?
I can feel them, too, watching me, eyes wide shut, always watching, never stopping, always there, but never there--not when I need them most, because you left me, didn't you, you left and didn't look back, or you did, but you couldn't see, 'cause you couldn't open your eyes, could you, shut as they were--as they are, they are, they always are, always have been, always will be.
Blankets aren't working need...need...need something warm-making. To make me warm. I don--don't know, I don't know, it's just...so...hard.
Can't...why can't I focus?
Why is it so cold?
Watching me, but never seeing, I can feel it, I can feel it, and it's not right, not good, not sane--lurking in the shadows, slither, slither little ghosties, slide across the floor--but I can't go back there, no, I don't belong there, you do, not me, I...
I shouldn't've let the sun in, n-n-no, 'cause...'cause now it's gone and I, I can't, I can't see right, and I can't feel right, and I want to go home, homehomehome, but it's not home, really, is it, not anymore, is it?
Home.
Homeisacompositeofthethingsandpeoplethatloveyouandthey'regone.
Lots of them. They. They are not th--there. And I...am here. And...nonono, can't...need a blanket, blankets suffocate cold, and cold...cold isn't warm, and warm is good, so if I'm good I'll be warm, yes, I'll be warm. Warm, not like my brothers, swathed in silk in pieces,--blanketed with dirt and sometimes snow, and even though you'd think it's cold it's layers so it must be warm--or broken in a single line and covered in cotton, but...radiating. Like a star.
No, no, it's not right, I don't--I don't like this, foggy, too foggy, can't...can't remember things right, and I don't want...but I have to. She said I have to, so I'll go to bed, I'm in bed, have been, and I, I, I'll try to fall asleep, yes, because everything will be clearer in dreams, so much clearer.
I'm scared. Why is it so...so...alone, yes, that's it, alone, why is it lonel--no, alone? Why am I...I...
But she didn't tell me to sleep.
Can't...can't...
[Voice-to-Text cannot recreate words. Secondary Sound Identification Function Activated: 'crying' identified]
I don't want to...go back...but...where else is there to be, and...I just...I want to understand, but it's too hard, and, and--can't get warm. Can't stay cold, either.
Have to let the sun in, have to...have to let...
Good morning, starshine, it's a brand...new...day.
Why is it so cold?
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
I'm Not A Magnet, But I Might Have Poles...
In comparison to my last post, I feel much more...chipper, I suppose, about things.
Anywho~! I found some pictures of the places we'll be going in the Peace Core and I thought I'd share with you all.
Isn't that really pretty? :D
What I wouldn't give to know light well enough to make a show like that... But yes, this is a picture that I found from Ioine, the planet we'll be landing and clubbing on. All the light...:3
I don't know what everyone else is doing for shopping for proper clothes, but I'm thankfully all set and therefore do not need to venture outside of the ship until we're ready to go.
Ah, right, I didn't mention where at least Nemo, Hobson, and I are going: it's a place called Sunshine, which apparently specializes in a 'UV light experience'--and not to worry, Vanessa, it says on their website that it's safe for vampires of all suns.
And here's an image of one of the side streets off of where we'll be! Sunshine is down to the left.
I couldn't get a more specific picture, I'm afraid. Still, pretty good quality for a 'net search. But wow, just look at those stars, they're absolutely beautiful, don't you think? I think I'd go out just to see those.
The stars are what made me fall in love with the idea of space travel in the first place, actually. My dad knew a lot of constellations, which were easier to pick out since where we lived, it was pretty dark at night, not a whole lot of light pollution, I mean. Every year we used to watch the Nuletide Showers--it wasn't really so much a shower as a bombardment of highly charged particles that looked more like drunken lightning bugs plummeting out of a pastel Aurora and into the ground, but still. It was beautiful, and I wanted to see more beautiful things out past the blackness of space.
I actually kinda miss it.
Sorry, sorry! Things got a little heavy there, I think.
Anyway, I'm going to go start getting ready for some teaching. Vanessa's shown me a few videos that were very...insightful.
I can't wait for tonight. :)
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Anywho~! I found some pictures of the places we'll be going in the Peace Core and I thought I'd share with you all.
Isn't that really pretty? :D
What I wouldn't give to know light well enough to make a show like that... But yes, this is a picture that I found from Ioine, the planet we'll be landing and clubbing on. All the light...:3
I don't know what everyone else is doing for shopping for proper clothes, but I'm thankfully all set and therefore do not need to venture outside of the ship until we're ready to go.
Ah, right, I didn't mention where at least Nemo, Hobson, and I are going: it's a place called Sunshine, which apparently specializes in a 'UV light experience'--and not to worry, Vanessa, it says on their website that it's safe for vampires of all suns.
And here's an image of one of the side streets off of where we'll be! Sunshine is down to the left.I couldn't get a more specific picture, I'm afraid. Still, pretty good quality for a 'net search. But wow, just look at those stars, they're absolutely beautiful, don't you think? I think I'd go out just to see those.
The stars are what made me fall in love with the idea of space travel in the first place, actually. My dad knew a lot of constellations, which were easier to pick out since where we lived, it was pretty dark at night, not a whole lot of light pollution, I mean. Every year we used to watch the Nuletide Showers--it wasn't really so much a shower as a bombardment of highly charged particles that looked more like drunken lightning bugs plummeting out of a pastel Aurora and into the ground, but still. It was beautiful, and I wanted to see more beautiful things out past the blackness of space.
I actually kinda miss it.
Sorry, sorry! Things got a little heavy there, I think.
Anyway, I'm going to go start getting ready for some teaching. Vanessa's shown me a few videos that were very...insightful.
I can't wait for tonight. :)
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Overall, I'd Say Stygia Isn't The Best Vacation Spot
Stygian Gates: convenient, necessary for both inter- and intra-galactic travel, and a fine venture for people with Geists. Outside of that, they're not exactly...'the best idea', so to speak.
Our latest trip through--an effort to get to the Opiate Circuit in a timely manner--didn't exactly go...well. First some guy named Cyrus who speaks in plural and apparently destroyed Vanessa's home planet carved his way onto the ship.
Literally.
Suffice to say, he won't be getting that scythe back very soon.
And then, in the midst of all that chaos, the Underworld bit back at us, the unwanted occupants, with a spiteful vengeance. Hallucinations are no one's friend, especially not when they remind you of all the things you'd quite frankly rather not be reminded of.
...I'm to the point that I don't even know if I want to talk about it.
But we made it through, and that's what really matters. That, and I get to sleep a day away, which is nice. I'm fairly sure I'm not the only one who feels like hell.
The night after tomorrow we're all going clubbing; Nemo needs to find a contact, and the rest of us just need to let loose. I for one need to decompress a bit. But I get to teach Hobson to dance, first, which is exciting, at least.
Until then, I've got a ship to fix.
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Our latest trip through--an effort to get to the Opiate Circuit in a timely manner--didn't exactly go...well. First some guy named Cyrus who speaks in plural and apparently destroyed Vanessa's home planet carved his way onto the ship.
Literally.
Suffice to say, he won't be getting that scythe back very soon.
And then, in the midst of all that chaos, the Underworld bit back at us, the unwanted occupants, with a spiteful vengeance. Hallucinations are no one's friend, especially not when they remind you of all the things you'd quite frankly rather not be reminded of.
...I'm to the point that I don't even know if I want to talk about it.
But we made it through, and that's what really matters. That, and I get to sleep a day away, which is nice. I'm fairly sure I'm not the only one who feels like hell.
The night after tomorrow we're all going clubbing; Nemo needs to find a contact, and the rest of us just need to let loose. I for one need to decompress a bit. But I get to teach Hobson to dance, first, which is exciting, at least.
Until then, I've got a ship to fix.
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Friday, February 10, 2012
Fire Extinguishers Acquired, Among Other Things
We made it to the space dock--and to my cousin--relatively unscathed, which is, you know, an accomplishment where we're concerned. Unfortunately (or perhaps what will prove to be fortunately)...we acquired more than family and fire retardant.
How we managed to double our crew in under five minutes, I will never understand.
But then, having more people on board wasn't exactly the highlight--even if that novelty involves a fully grown man wearing pink kitty covered boxers.
(No, not cats. Kitties. Specifically)
Acquired items were acquired, but there was also an oozing, centaur monster thing to contend with before we left. I have no idea what it was, but that thing had a mouth for a stomach, which is both sick and wrong and, quite frankly, begs the question:
Where does the food go?
Of course, considering that one of it's...his...whatever's, companions was a mage powerful enough to give me painful Nimbus-jeevies from across the dock, I somehow get the feeling that this concern it not necessarily a valid one. My bet's on Abyssal creature. Just sayin'.
...
I need to stop reading engineering magazines right before updating my blog. It makes my sentences all pretentious-y.
I'm going to go and do something brainless. Something that doesn't involve the question of where eaten objects go. Because...yeah.
Wait, wait, chore wheel! There's more people now, so I can make a better chore wheel! Yessssssssss.
New crew members?
Prepare yourself for acquiring a good work ethic.
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
How we managed to double our crew in under five minutes, I will never understand.
But then, having more people on board wasn't exactly the highlight--even if that novelty involves a fully grown man wearing pink kitty covered boxers.
(No, not cats. Kitties. Specifically)
Acquired items were acquired, but there was also an oozing, centaur monster thing to contend with before we left. I have no idea what it was, but that thing had a mouth for a stomach, which is both sick and wrong and, quite frankly, begs the question:
Where does the food go?
Of course, considering that one of it's...his...whatever's, companions was a mage powerful enough to give me painful Nimbus-jeevies from across the dock, I somehow get the feeling that this concern it not necessarily a valid one. My bet's on Abyssal creature. Just sayin'.
...
I need to stop reading engineering magazines right before updating my blog. It makes my sentences all pretentious-y.
I'm going to go and do something brainless. Something that doesn't involve the question of where eaten objects go. Because...yeah.
Wait, wait, chore wheel! There's more people now, so I can make a better chore wheel! Yessssssssss.
New crew members?
Prepare yourself for acquiring a good work ethic.
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Thursday, December 1, 2011
I Wanted to Make a 'Personal Log' Joke, But I'll Refrain.
Hello! This is kinda exciting, making a blog; I never have before. I wonder if I'll actually remember to update it...
Anyway, you're probably wondering who I am. Veneer here, at your service (and like hell am I gonna give you a last name), though I'm sort of hoping you already knew that and know me. No, really. If you're a creeper, it's okay. You can just click on out of this.
But as I was saying, I fill the role of engineer on the Starship Echo, captained by 'the Illustrious Captain Nemo', as zie--
Oh no.
Oh, God, no.
Please, please, please tell me that's not the secondary buffer panel burning. No, no, no, Roxy, Nemo! Why is the buffer panel I just spiffed up on fire--!
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
Anyway, you're probably wondering who I am. Veneer here, at your service (and like hell am I gonna give you a last name), though I'm sort of hoping you already knew that and know me. No, really. If you're a creeper, it's okay. You can just click on out of this.
But as I was saying, I fill the role of engineer on the Starship Echo, captained by 'the Illustrious Captain Nemo', as zie--
Oh no.
Oh, God, no.
Please, please, please tell me that's not the secondary buffer panel burning. No, no, no, Roxy, Nemo! Why is the buffer panel I just spiffed up on fire--!
---Voice-to-Text Personal Log Terminated---
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