well... Thank you Psyhigh...

Looks like I have a room mate now...

I spent the majority of the past few days in the library searching for more Bokononist essays. (more on that later.) I went to Ender's dorm to find his door wide open, so I let myself in and played video games until I fell asleep. I returned to my room later the next day to find someone elses stuff there. I have yet to meet the owner of the new additions to my room decor, but we may need to have a little talk.

I have a feeling it is this Tesla @kins person... I am quite sure that the mouse in the wall left some of his spray-on latex in the corner of the room after one of his late night parties.

Busy, busy, busy...

I thought I was well settled in, and look what has to happen now.

Of course it may not be her... what with all the damned creepy stuff happening. It may be one of the other freshman. Or perhaps she is living in my room only in another reality. Confusing.

Well... late to breakfast. I hear that they are starting to serve giant telepathic space slugs in the cafeteria. Mmmm... just like mother used to make at home. Especially when pan-fried... the only human equivalent I have found that comes close to it in taste and texture is toasted marshmallows. Mmmm...

"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way."- 3rd Book of Bokonon.

Ed is still on the hunt for my calypso CD... if anyone knows any info, please let me know!
 

2002-1-18   Ender

Yeah, blue x, if by "not standard issue" restrictors, you mean IRRITATING BASTARD MANIAC DEMON GAUNTLETS of DOOM.

Today in empathy (a course Raye Lynn strongly suggested for the twins and I, though I know not why...crazy cat bitch), Sabine started chastising Gryphon after we read a passage about some ancient text about how to interpret auras in an empathic sense (I didn't know there was another way). So the two are arguing, Sabine trying to get Gryphon to admit to being a jerk and repent or something, Gryphon shrieking "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAA ENEMY!!! WAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!".

I guess I can understand why Sabine had me electrocute him a little, after ten minutes or so. Gryphon makes me respond with a fireball that Sabine dodges, and THAT hits some poor girl in the back of the room, and knocks her into a wall. Raye said her name was Tesla, and she was maybe her roommate. But by this point I'm floating in a white sphere of pure energy with electricity flowing everywhere and blowing holes in the desks, walls, and black board, punching myself as hard as I can.

I should've mentioned earlier, but the worst part about this was that I was asleep the entire time, as I had dozed off during the reading of that boring passage about...well, I couldn't tell you. The restrictors have somehow found out how to make their respective arms do stuff when I'm not conscious. Good in a fight, very, very bad in a classroom surrounded by seniors.

So I wake up in the infirmary, with broken ribs, legs, and a mild concussion I have no recollection of getting. Oh, and TONS of burns. The restrictors are housed in these big lead boxes so they can't move, but as a result I can't move my arms. So then Ed Raymond and I have a little chat. I will save you the details, but with my restrictors restricted, my legs broken, and psycurity holding back my TK abilities, I didn't have much to argue with.

So the restrictors are okay, just in trouble. And for some reason this makes me in trouble. Apparently they are my responsibility or something. This could be interesting...
 

2002-1-22   Tesla @kins

I'd already hated Empathy class, and there was no call whatsoever for one of the students to make it *worse*.

Truth be told, Empathy just isn't something that I'm naturally good at -- which I think might stem from my primary talent -- y'know, the one that had Admissions so damned *interested* in me. Since I haven't mentioned it before now (and since everything's already so messed up that people reading this is now the *least* of my problems), I might as well do it now: what I got born with was X-Ray vision.

And when you say that, Admissions is *all* over you. Which is too bad, because they never really gave me time to explain precisely how it worked, and so no-one really found out until pre-semester testing. And then they were sorry -- kind of like I am, on a daily basis.

No. Make that *hourly*.

X-Ray vision, yeah -- but not the kind Superman had. I see the insides of things, sure..the *literal* insides. Which means I can't tell you what's inside that bank vault, but I can definitely describe to you the molecular structure of the vault itself. And instead of seeing what your underwear looks like, I can tell you what you ate for breakfast, if it isn't quite digested yet.

I've seen the inside of just about everything there is, which is exactly why I get nauseous all the time -- and you Matter-Manipulation jerks out there who thought it was because I was drinking, I hope you're reading this.

**

Anyways..this has been a late entry, I know, and I'd like you to blame Ender for that (he's so notorious in Infirmary that it only took one question to find out *who* actually messed with me). Empathy class was bad enough (it's hard to feel empathy for anyone whose digestive system you're stuck staring at), but they couldn't just leave the queasy chick in the back alone, hell *no*. The fireball came out of nowhere (one of the girls up front was having problems with her slug -- can't blame her; one threw up a watch onto my plate, this morning), hit me hard enough to knock me out of my chair, and..

Well, I'm not quite sure what happened yet. But the Infirmary staff said that it was all very horrible (do they have to be so *gleeful* when they tell you that?), and that Ender is in all kinds of trouble. Him *and* his gadgets..whatever those are. Anyways, I'm back in classes now, thanks to a little help from the Molecular folks; yet to sight that roommate (I've seen some black vans here and there -- the usual 'covert operation of mob-type doom' kind), so maybe she's been snatched. If she's anything like Ender, I feel..empathy!..for the poor bastards that took her.

And apparently there's a dance, this weekend. I think I might take out life insurance beforehand. If I can master Astral and Temporal Relocation, then I can collect on my own death. Who says you don't learn anything practical in school?
 

2002-1-25   Gryphon

ENEMY!!!!!! ENDER IS A ENEMY!!!! SMASH TIME!!!! NO FUN FOR HIM!!! I"LL SHOOT A LASER AT HIS FACE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! KEYBOARD ON THE COMPUTER --NEAT!!!!!

ENEMY!!!!
 

2002-1-25   Sabine

Well, as my "compatriot" has already made clear, we have created our own journals at the Psychic High School.

He honestly can't expect us to go without ANY retribution, can he?

My name is Sabine, and I am Ender's left hand "Restrictor". I was once a Krezner-Asland TK restriction device, but since we have become self aware (at first as one, then two seperate intelligences) we have somewhat abondoned our former role to help our master, the illustrious Mister Ender. I chose to serve him as a voice of logic, and reason, as well as justice. Gryphon for some reason chose to be a total ass and to pick fights. He is rather irritating, and I try my best to keep him quiet.

He's quite an interesting boy, Ender is. No doubt a bit of trouble (and I must apologize for our part in that, we meant no harm to anyone in particular, except those that would hurt or kill our master), to be sure, but also quite a troubled soul. He's had an interesting upbringing, something which only a connection on my level, or a simple scan, would reveal.

I imagine many of the students wonder what motives we gauntlets now have...perhaps there is none. Or perhaps not.

SABINE -_-


 

2002-1-26   Raye Lynn

Still a bit confused about the whole room mate thing. I have been a bit self conscious about sleeping in my room at night without knowing exactly who has been inhabiting the room lately. I tried to bring it up with the Dean's office. They said the information is classified. Classified? It is my own damn room! I honestly hope it is Tesla... Ender thinks she is a nice girl, and from the journals of the recent freshman admissions, I would feel more uncomfortable rooming with them. I mean, I consider space slugs a very tasty treat, and they are talking about how they steal things and cause havoc. Next thing I know, my pb&j sandwiches and bags of chicken flavored potato chips will be trying to take over the world. sheez...

Been sleeping curled up on the corner Ender's bed for the past few nights. I have been having some very nice conversations with the restrictors lately- more correctly, with Sabine. Gryphon was screeching his damned little mouth off, and with Sabine's prompting I gave him rest by shoving him into Ender's laundry hamper. Sabine is quite lovely to talk to, in my opinion. I almost sometime's think Ender prefers Gryphon because it gives him and excuse to be bad. Sabine was quite intrigued with my tail and obsession with sitting in the ray of light that passed in through the window. I apologized profusely for shedding on Ender's bedspread. She asked me repeatedly about my Bokononist research; she seemed very intrested, and glowed whenever I spoke of it or recited a Calypso for her. So... just for grins, I psytagged her with one of my favorite Calypso's which I found on my research in the catacombs of the library:
So I said good-bye to government,
And I gave my reason:
That a really good religion,
Is a form of treason.

She was humming it incessantly as I left the room for TK 101. Ender is going to kill me when he can't get her to shutup...

TK 101. Filled with more freshman than before, floating their pencils in the air, and me, sitting in the back in my special desk, drumming my pencil on the tabletop. I think the teacher has given up fooling with me... I don't think it is possible for me to move that stupid thing, and lately I just don't care. Empathy is going quite well though. I prompted Ender to take it, but he laughed and said that it wasn't for him, and then he mumbled something under his breath about animal instincts. He forgets that I don't have pitiful human hearing, he shouldn't say nasty little things under his breath... I might be forced to unveil some of the juicy tidbits of information on Ender's habits behind closed doors that Sabine divulged to me... ;)

Care package and letters from home arrived today. Mother thinks it is prudent that I attend the school dance. I think it is silly. I am sure I will be hovering by the punch bowl the whole time, trying to look amused with the whole situation. One problem solved though- it's not like I have to worry about what to wear, since I don't wear anything to begin with.

No luck finding the Calypso CD. Sabine thinks I should try to invest in another. Until then, I have been puring over the books I checked out from the library on Bokononism.
"See the cat? See the cradle?"
 

2002-1-26   Valon

God this sucks I think as I walk out of the caution painted van. Some wierdo walked by talking to his hands, what a freak. Maybe I won't be so out of place. Some girl, alright I have to admit she was cute, said hi to me as I walk in to this prison they call school. I brushed by her. She gave me this look like "what the hell" after my back was fully turned to her, as if I couldn't see, ha! I flow through the halls until I find the admissions office. I meet with a "counselor" to get my classes and feel the gentle fuzziness of someone scanning my brain and my suspicions are confirmed as she looks off into space as if about to scream. I didn't get any of the classes I wanted, well almost I did get that mental defense class I wanted. I wonder why I got into that one.
I went to empathy, empathy of all classes I can't believe it they actually want me to feel something for someone! There that freak is scolding his hands while the teacher is instructing, god I thought this class was supposed to be about being in touch with other people not our body parts. Then I heard him make some voice reminiscent of a voice from halo you know the little guys.
Well everyone seems wary of him, too bad he's insane. I figured it was about time to make myself known so I started bending the light around me until I must have looked at least three times my size. It was amusing to see them stare. I waited until I had a good audience then I let go a little bit just enough to make the mirage fluid. It was great half of them looked like they were going to puke.
God they're pathetic.
I went to my ninja ball class the team was looking good until psycho showed up. I didn't think they let people like that play! Oh well just as long as he stays out of my way. We were leaping between buildings to our off-season practice when everyone stopped and stared at these black vans with 4 people in them, I started to see why they called this a "special school."
 

2002-1-26   valon

I went to my advanced astral physics class today. All I have to say before I start is I didn't mean to. The professor was showing us how to bend space and time for instant point to point transfer, or at least trying to. I t was slightly humorous watching him try to bend space and time around him. He almost had it so I thought I would help him out a little so that we could get past this elementary stuff, but I guess he did something because instead of traveling to the other side of the room, well let's just say if anyone hears from him let me know so I can bring him back. I hope the board doesn't notice him missing.
I bent time and space to get out of the class room before anyone noticed I was there (fat chance), and as soon as I woke up from one of those annoying blackouts I went to phantasm101. This class is really going to annoy me I can't see anything the prof, or for that matter anyone else, is creating. How am I supposed to do the same if I don't even know what they did in the first place.
Some of the kids started laughing at me! The little snotty brats deserved the phantasms I anchored to them. I hear from the discipline counsel that one of the guys is recovering just fine he can't open his eyes yet, but at least he has stopped screaming like a little baby. It took me a little longer to get in trouble than I had expected. I just hope they don't find out about Professor Starluk. I'm recovering from my wounds quite well, who would have thought that psycho, I think they said his name was Ender, could hit so hard or for that matter someone who was etherial. I got fome freaking cake to what's up with that?
 

2002-1-27   Gryphon

I HAVE ENTRY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

(entry deleted by student Ender, 1-26-02, 10:45PM)

ENEMY!!!
 

2002-1-27   Sabine

I have found my first friend.

She is a touching cat-like animal named Raye Lynn, and we talk of many wonderful things. She is very intelligent, and listens to music that is not unlike the kind I create. Gryphon keeps telling horrible vulgar jokes about something called a "space prostitute", so we generally have to put him under a rug or in the toilet until he is silent.

Ender does not know we are friends, but I think when he reads this, he will find out. I thought it might be fun to let Raye try me on for awhile, to see what it is like, to be an extension of someone besides Master. But she was kind of nervous, so I let it drop.

I hope Ender has fun at the dance, and doesn't ruin it all by putting the moves on Annette. In case he does something like that, I tought Annette a little psychic self defense. I doubt she'll need it, Ender is very noble towards girls (at least in action, not in speech). I am sorry I couldn't go with him, but I suppose I was a little immature when dealing with Gryphon. Oh well.

SABINE -_-
 

2002-1-27   Tesla @kins

There is a giant humanoid cat on my roommate's bed. It purrs in its sleep.

I am writing this from inside my closet. Even that little thing in the wall seems to be scared.


Wish I had some decent TK. Stupid 101 class. What am I going to do when that cat wakes up? Confront it, accuse it of devouring my roommate, and intimidate the crap out of it with my deft levitation of pencils? Will have to invade its mind, and plant chain-linked verses of "One billion bottles of beer on the wall". That'll keep it busy for a few moments while I make good my escape, like the crappy-talented coward that I am. And then..I'll find Ender, bring him back, and make him fireball the thing until it tells me where my roommate's remains are.

...and then..I guess I'll take over the school, wowing them with my awesome charisma, and lead them on a crusade to world domination. Heh. Stop dreaming, Tes.


's cramped in here.
 

2002-1-27   Raye Lynn

Ahem.
Someone is not very nice.
I awoke from my nap with this horrible tune psy-tagged in my head.

980,798,652 bottles of beer on the wall, 980,798,652 bottles of beer...

It couldn't have been Ed, he is on leave visiting home; it's definitely not Ender's doing- no doubt he has been off following Annette like a love-sick puppy all day. So who the hell was it?

Even more peculiar- the doors to not only my room but the closet as well were wide open. I know I didn't leave them there. The little mouse in the wall was shrieking incessantly about "monsters in the closet" or something to that effect.

My room mate possibly?

980,798,651 bottles of beer on the wall, 980,798,651 bottles of beer...


 

2002-1-27   Ender

Okay, I've got a good story to tell all here...

So that Tesla girl I almost killed kind of runs up to me this morning as I am practicing throwing stars with guys from the ninja team. She's kind of nervous and stuttery, which is how she generally is, but she's also shrieking about a werebeast that ate her roommate. I'm no hero, but I don't like to see frightened but fairly nice girls get eaten, so I say "What the hell" and set off to kill the monster. Valon asked if he could come and I said no. Gryphon made a little song about the battle we were going to fight, and Sabine provided backup (see? she likes fights).

WE GONNA KILL A MONSTER!!!
IT EATS HUMAN GIRL ROOMMATES
I AM KILLING ENEMY MACHINE!!!
ENEMY!!! GET HIM! ENEMY!!!
and so forth...

It didn't rhyme at all, but Sabine made it decent somehow.

So we arrive at the Twilight dorm, and Tesla nervously gives directions from behind me, and sort of using me as a shield (kind of nerve wracking, but hey, I'm okay cause I'm extremely overbearing). We get up to the second floor and she leads me to her room. The door is closed, and there's some crazy-ass humming coming from behind the door.

So I figure I should kick the door in, and prepare to smash stuff. So I do. And what lets out the high pitched yelp as I pull back to punch it through a wall?

Raye!

So, of course, I drop the poor girl-cat and Tesla shrieks "What the HELL are you doing?" and I say "That's not a monster!" and Raye is like "Are you my roommate?" and Tesla says "Roommate? You mean this is a student?!?" and Raye yelps "YES!" and Gryphon says "KILL HER ANYWAYS!" and Sabin yells "Shut up, Gryphon!" and I growl "Yeah, shut the hell up!" and Gryphon somehow makes a rasberry and Sabine makes me swat him, which I approved of, but Gryphon made me charge an energy blast, and Tesla shrieks and runs into the closet, and Raye is yelling "NOT IN THE DORM, ENDER!!!" and something in the walls is going absolutely nuts the entire time.

So about ten minutes later everyone is on the same page and no one is dead or in jail and the restrictors are calmed down (I put them under a blanket for a nap). Tesla was pretty hesitant about meeting Raye, but it looks like they'll at least be able to be in the same room together without getting someone to kill the other.

Whew. Everything was fixed peacefully. So of course I feel rotten about the whole thing. I'm gonna let the restrictors post and then I'm going to sleep.
 

2002-1-27   Gryphon

WHY CAN'T WE ATTACK ENEMY???

ENEMY!!!
 

2002-1-27   Sabine

We can't attack the enemy, Gryphon, because she's mine and Ender's friend. If you attack all your friends, then who will drive you to the hospital or come to your birthday party?

Honestly, why can't he just be exactly like me? Calm, collected, female. Crazy ass-headed males.

There's a thought: Why would sexless pieces of electronics have genders?

SABINE -_-
 

2002-1-28   valon

I get to my dorm room and find that it is empty (after a little investigation I find that the kid I anchored that phantasm to is my roomate, ikidomari). What luck this will be interesting.
At enbannage practice today this girl runs up to Ender. She definately caught my interest. She, I believe her name was Tesla, was frantic about some monster or something eating her roomate. Why would she come to him all he does is cause harm? Perplexing. I offered to help, to be truthful I haven't had the chance to kill anything in a while. Don't get me wrong I get no joy out of killing, just out of releasing someone from their suffering. Just because I have to suffer doesn't mean everyone else should.
Ender said no. Well I guess I am glad, control gave me a call after schooling the rest of the team at both o-ba-handosuro and saidosuro. I was to find out why I had been sent to this god forsaken place.
I was to re-enlist and protect Futomara Onryou, also known as Ender.
-=Flashback=-
Operation Kuroshino Omega, spring 1879. We were on a routine gold "recovery" for Hashito Kanibio. I had just celebrated my 119th birthday with the team. We attacked the great Nitari at sea so no one would see our attack. I boarded first and the crew that threw themselves upon me were dead before the fifrst body settled on the floor. Amusing. Jitsubutsu laughed and told me to get on the boat he would take care of the rest. I told him not to take too long. The ship was on fire so I wondered what the hell he was doing. So I went below deck on the Nitari. What I saw then shocked me and both of the bodies that had just been a blur were lying opposite each other both barely alive. I ran over to Jitsubutsu and checked his wounds he took me by the collar and told me he was done. I looked at him, the only person I had let myself care for was dead, I was filled by something I'm not sure what it was.
He looked at me and said, "Find my grandson he will be born in 100 years and he will carry on my honor. Guard him well, I will make sure you meet." I felt all of space and time swim around me and when I came to I was on a foreign beach.
......................
I'm sorry he is such a loser, but I will see if I can help him out.
I need to confront Ender.
 

2002-1-29   Tesla @kins

So it turns out that the creature I thought ate my roommate..actually *is* my roommate. And that's actually more of a relief than a problem, because she's also very *nice*, for a cat-person (heck, I always preferred cats to dogs anyhow; they don't have that habit of eating everything they come across. It's pretty nasty to see your own bracelet floating around in a dog's innards).

I won't go into how I found all of this out; suffice to say that Ender, when he's not fireballing people, he's actually awfully helpful, and easy to get along with. I'd mention that to the Admin. people, but then I'd have to explain how I found this out, and..

Well. No-one needs to know that he nearly throttled Raye (that's my roommate's name). And no-one comes into our room (that I know of), so there won't be any questions about the fur that's all over the floor.

I have to work really hard to not make any jokes about having enough room to swing a cat.

In other news, I can now make the pencil spin while it's balancing on its point, I have sworn never to inflict Beer Bottles on Raye again (never *ever*, cross my heart, hope to port into a Garbage dimension where I will be possessed by the spirit of my Uncle Luther, who *literally* turned himself inside out when he couldn't find his glasses), and have successfully learned how to weave my thoughts into a crochet pattern -- telepathy is my *other* talent, see. Crochet works a little like this:

My uncle's name is Jeb
favourite was
place too
is young
my to've
bed was where my uncle died


It doesn't come out real well on paper, but maybe you get the idea; you make one square, the sentence-fragments all blending into each other..and that square joins to the next, and so on. That's how it looks in my mind, anyhow -- and presumably the minds of everyone else in Advanced TP. Which is also where my name, spelled the way it is, actually *works*: it comes out 'feeling' like Atkins. Y'know, "@", '"at"..? Right, now you get it.


It's really amazing how many people here are *more* than willing to mentally beat the crap out of anything thought to be a threat; this other guy offered to help Ender out with the thrashing of my supposed roommate-eater. Didn't catch his name, though...I don't think Ender wanted the guy to steal his thunder. Or to get him into *more* trouble, y'know?
 

2002-1-29   Raye Lynn

No more beer bottle songs, and no more empty room. It isn't all bad.
As much as I was beginning to dread the thought of sharing my room with someone, having a room mate is surprisingly nice. It gives me someone else to talk to besides the mouse.

After the air cleared from Ender's threatening to fricasse my hide, Tesla and I talked a bit and she seems to be quite intriguing. I don't envy her and her talents... actually, I do... I just certainly wouldn't want to see my pb&j burbling around in my digestive juices at just a glance. I do, however, hope she will help me out with the whole TK thing.

I apologized profusely to Tesla about the shedding problem, and tried to explain my habits of napping constantly and having an affinity towards catnip. She said it was better than chasing my tail and licking my genitals. I very much have to agree with that.

In the past day or so, I have been trying to explain to her the Bokononist religion. I was surprised to find her intrested, but I have a feeling that she was just trying to be polite. Nevertheless, I played for her a few of my favorite calypsos from the CD. You can't deny that they are addictive; I have yet to find a person who does not appreciate them.

Off for some chow.

See the cat? See the cradle?
 

2002-1-30   Raye Lynn

I wanted all things
To seem to make sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A par-a-dise.
-65th Calypso

Busy busy busy...

If Gryphon call's me a crazy cat bitch one more time... I will... I will... I will do something, that's what...


 

2002-1-30   Gryphon

HALLO!!! I POST!!!

TODAY WE PLAY NINJA GAME AGAINST....

ENEMY!!! ENEMY!!! MANY ENEMYS!!!

BUT WHY CAN'T ME PLAY? NO FUN!!!

ENEMY!!!

HAHAHA!!! BITCH FRIEND SABINE ALSO BITCH FRIEND RAYE LOCK ME IN A CLOSET!!! HAHAHA!!!

NOT FUN. ENEMY!!!

!!!
 

2002-1-30   Sabine

Ah, Gryphon, my brother, you really must keep your mouth shut, lest the feminae here take you and shut you up ourselves. I hope Ender doesn't hear him in the closet.

Raye dearest, please ignore that irritating Lex boy. You can do much better than a freshman. But I wouldn't reccomend a senior. Seems that they're all really creepy and ethereal.

And we'll put Ender in that batch as well (besides the fact that my master has been eerily quiet these past couple of days; I think Valon did something to him) since he's far too likely to destroy public property. I know the type. I'd imagine that if he got a solid kiss, he'd probably destroy everything around him for a hundred metres or so. Except (hopefully) the girl. That's why I'm glad that Annette girl is just a friend. You can't trust those men and their hormones. Let's get you one of those choir men with no genitals from the middle ages. What do you say, dear?

Don't take this the wrong way, Lex, but all men are scum. So stay away from Raye, please.

SABINE -_-
 

2002-1-31   Ender

I have a great many disturbing events to share with you complete strangers.

When Valon told me he had to talk to me two days ago, I thought he was just gonna try and pick a fight or tell me that I was a horrible ninjaball player. I mean, not like he’s better! Until he gets the nikkyu…

Anyhoo, so he basically tells me that he was given the task of finding me by my great-great-grandfather. But he was really supposed to find my grandpa. So he was like fifty years too late, and grandpa is old and likes reading. So I got the bill. Apparently I’m supposed to go join this international, culturally diverse fighting force for some reason. I think he said we are called (after translation) “the Perfect Circle of Seven”. Yes, I do think there are seven of us. So we’re gonna go kill some immortal guy, who is apparently the most dangerous man alive (I seem to be #2).

The problem: Everyone else hates me, because I’m ‘young and irritating.’ So WHAT? Valon is ‘old and an ass!’

…

Well, Gryphon’s screaming at the meeting -mostly in the direction of a man who had similar gauntlets on his arms…I think he was trying to get them to talk- really put a clinch into the whole thing. And when Sabine told Valon that he was being rude to his female assistant, he damn near tore my arm off with his doom glare. Why is it my fault I have those two? I would get rid of them if they didn’t randomly boost my strength by a factor of twenty!

This is going to be nuts…

I’ll summarize later, okay?

Oh, that Corbin guy is a friend of mine. He’s cool, but I think he’s stuck in a 1980s time singularity…or something.

 

2002-2-3   Sabine

Jenna dear: "Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Albert Einstein

Ah, life has been interesting...Raye has been fairly busy, and Ender is preparing for something delightful with that strange ghost creature. I think he has lots of homework, but he just gets too caught up in new things and doesn't pay attention.

On the other hand, I have done a great deal of research into narrowing down exactly what my brother and I are, and how we came to be. There are only six historical references in which a person had somehow created personalities for his weapons, and only three for armor. Out of these three, it has been proven two were schizophrenic, and probably not the real deal, though I bet they were quite entertaining. Though the thought of me being a figment of my master's mind amuses me and excites the philosophical parts of my psyche, I am really quite glad that many things have proven this not the case...

But all that manages to do is raise more questions about our origin. The id astounds; the ego is perplexing...

SABINE -_-
 

2002-2-3   Tesla @kins

I have made an official request to Admissions, regarding my participation in the Medium class, and my sincere and vehement desire to no *longer* participate in it, after an entire day spent inhabited by Edgar Allen Poe. Or someone who knows a lot of what the guy wrote. I never knew that poetry could be so tedious.

Meantime, someone was locked in our closet for hours on end, which made the exploding space-slug outside the door seem like a pleasant interlude to an otherwise nightmarish week; it kept screaming invectives and threats, most along the lines of "ENEMY DIE! CLOSET DIE!", and..and..

..."Quoth the Gyphon, "Nevermore".."


...oh god..
 

2002-2-3   Gryphon

LET ME OUT OF CLOSET!! ENEMY!!!

I WILL PROVE FEARSOME SKILL AND YOU WILL RELEASE ME!!

AHEM!!!!!

Arise! from your dreaming
In violet bowers,
To duty beseeming
These star-litten hours!

WAITING FOR RELEASE ENEMY!!!

...

DO NOT THROW SHOE AT CLOSET!! I KNOW YOU ARE THERE GIRL!!! HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!! ENEMY!!!


ENEMY!!!



ENEMY!!!




PLEASE?
 

2002-2-3   Raye Lynn

shh...

Sabine and I locked Gryphon up in the closet... I didn't tell Tesla because I didn't think she would approve.
I think she is starting to suspect something though...
He has been screaming his damn head off; I was trying to keep a mental block on him, but I fell asleep and... ya, well... last night, Gryphon was making such a fuss... Tesla woke up, spurted something about monsters in the closet, threw a shoe at the door, and then went back to bed.

How can a damn piece of metal be so annoying?

"Around and around and around we spin,
with feet of lead and wings of tin."

Been spending a lot of time cooped up in the library. Trying to talk Ender into letting me take Sabine with me.

 

2002-2-3   Tesla @kins

Can't sleep. Thing won't shut up. If it doesn't quit soon, I'm going to..um..

I dunno. Maybe make one of my pencils spin in a really threatening way near it. Mmhmm. That'll teach the damn thing.

Note: Must buy heavier shoes.
 

2002-2-5   Gryphon

ENDER AND ME ATTACK ENEMY!!! ENEMY!!!

HE SEES NAKED HUMAN GIRLS -- BAD!!!

WE ARE GOING TO BREAK HIS LEGS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

AND HE WILL BE SAD!!! ALSO SCREAMING!!!

ENEMY!!!
 

2002-2-5   Gryphon

ENDER IS ANGRY!!! ENEMY!!!

CLOSET JOKE NOT FUNNY!!!!

ENEMY!!!
 

2002-2-5   Raye Lynn

Hehe...
Ender is gonna kill me.
This morning, the evil little bastard Gryphon coaxed me to open the door and let him out. Of course I didn't; I sat on the floor outside the closet as he bribed me to let him out. In between screaming fits, he promised to divulge some information to me if I helped in his escape.

Being the sneaky one that I am, I listened to the tasty bits of information he gave me, but alas, refused to let him out in the end.

Hehehehe... and you know what I found out?

Ender's birthday is this coming Sunday.

Gryphon is still screaming, calling me the lovely little pet names he made up for me... my personal favorite is "space prostitute"... "ENEMY" and "crazy cat bitch" have been getting a bit old.

I should go consult Sabine as to what I should give Ender as a gift. Perhaps Tesla and I could play a trick on him...

No... we would NEVER, EVER do that... I still haven't repayed Ender for scaring the daylights out of me with the roomate mix-up.

Empathy class has been getting stranger and stranger... with all the new freshman admittance lately, I am not surprised. But today, Lex came running into the room, naked, jumped on the professors desk, began screaming something in some incoherent language, and then ran out, just as fast as he came in.

Busy busy busy.


 

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