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Pitato 10/20/2017 8:08am
I accidentally broke my clock, I can't fix it... need help.
Cami Clepsydrae 10/23/2017 1:11pm
I’m mechanically inclined @Pitato
, and would be happy to take a look at your broken clock! Meet me at the big sun dial on lower campus at 4:30.
Cami Clepsydrae 10/25/2017 9:52pm
wasn't able to make it to our appointment--and then I realized that their clock was broken! No wonder they couldn't make it on time!
So I asked around and learned they live in Greenwich Dorm. When I got to their room I found the door ajar, so I poked my head in. The entire room is filled with gears and axels and chains--just like you were in the inside of a giant clock! Yup. Springs and wheels and all kinds of gears, all moving a bit herky jerky and haywire.
Couldn't find @Pitato
inside either, but all these parts have got the mechanic in me all geared up and ready to go! I'm going to set myself to learn all about this big clock, and maybe when @Pitato
shows up it'll be all fixed.
Pitato 10/30/2017 10:54am
Hi, weird day. My Hot Chocolate machine flew out on my potato. My potato peed. Messes.
Cami Clepsydrae 10/31/2017 7:13pm
Why did @Pitato
throw their clock out the window? Because they wanted to see time fly! And hit somebody in the head!
I found @Pitato
in the corner of their dorm room, trembling and muttering incoherently. I fear they have become unhinged. Earlier today there were objects flung out of the window--a potato and a coffee maker. The tremendous ticking noise created by the giant mechanism in the room is unbearable, not to mention the danger of being caught up in the gears and being crushed or amputated, making this an impossibly oppressive place. No wonder @Pitato
has lost it.
I’m afraid my attempts to repair the clock have set all this all in motion. After making the adjustments I thought necessary, I wound it up and started the massive machine, which immediately began creaking and banging and ticking at such a volume the walls cracked. I've removed springs and gears but it has gained a life of its own and won't shut down. @Janitor Pete
has handed out earplugs to all the students in the building, but no one is happy to be staying here. Most students are staying over with friends. I need to find a way to stop this clock from ticking!
Bethany 11/7/2017 8:11am
Ah man... that ticking noise is UNBEARABLE! And my dorm room is all the way on the other side of the school. The earplugs don't help.When I have my nighttime wanderings,they stay in my sleeping body, sure, but not my spirit. I could scream like a banshee right now. That clock must be stopped NOW! Maybe rusting the gears...
Cami Clepsydrae 11/7/2017 2:50pm
The splitting headache has finally passed, and the nosebleeds, and now I don't even hear the massive, incessant, cacophonic crashing of the ticking of this infernal, diabolic clock. I know (from other reports on campus) that the deafening beating of the clock continues, like a semi-truck being dropped from the sky onto a parking lot every second, but for me it has disappeared. I don't even feel it in my bones, or see my clothing shake with each mind-shattering tock.
As part the school's psycho-mechanic training, we learn how to exist in extreme physical and mental environments. In this case, I am dodging the sonic destruction by existing only in the spaces between the sounds. This means it takes me twice as long to get anything done--to turn a wrench, to replace a gear--but it's the only way to exist in such a situation.
Still no luck shutting this fiendish thing down though. I see the parts of the clock before me, gears and springs and pinions and wheels, all laid out on the floor of @Pitato
's room, completely dismantled, and STILL the ticking will not cease. Obviously, the root of this problem lies beyond the physical plane.
Klarya 11/7/2017 8:56pm
Welp, every place on campus with even partial sound-dampeners or even the weakest sound block charm is PACKED. The incessant disembodied ticking noise resonating across campus has chased most students into the nooks and crannies of the school, trying to find even momentary relief. It's kinda ironic: in seeking silence, everyone crowds together in a noisy huddle. K.T. was making a fine profit selling 100% guaranteed soundless headphones, until word spread that "soundless" didn't mean noise cancellation, it meant they can't play any music. Rumor is he's either camped out in the guidance office claiming sanctuary. The more angry customers searching for him are a ticking time bomb of fury, spurred on by that maddening Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Tick.......
--Er, anyways, the lines for the Meditation Chambers -- you know, the ones in subterranean hall C -- are like a mile long, since they're so quiet and relaxing. Luckily I had scheduled using chamber 12B earlier this week so I could do that visionary project Mr. Øttenbœl assigned. I got to skip the line, but my time slot was shortened to accommodate the crowds. It kinda sucked, cause I can't See as well when I'm being rushed, but I understand. The poor attendants looked so frazzled already, I wasn't going to cause more issues for them by whining.
It was pretty great sitting in the calm. The sound waves didn't look so frenzied anymore. My Other Eyes were in focus and Seeing liketysplit. I actually had a pretty clear vision too, given the limited time frame. I was standing by a frozen pond, and I could see all these little black fish throwing themselves against the ice, trying to escape? I looked up, and the sky was red. When I looked down again, the fish were scattering, the ground rumbled, and a huge green sea monster surged from the depths, shatter both the ice and vision. My eyes snapped open and my Other Eyes squeezed shut and that was that.
So yeah, that was something. I'm filling out the Vision Analysis worksheet right now, picking out the symbols and interpretations and whatever. I don't know why I'm bothering though -- I'm pretty sure Mr. Øttenbœl is going to cancel tomorrow's class due to "clock related cranial disturbances". I guess I just find the class fun. Highly recommend it to anyone looking for a Sight-oriented class.
Cami Clepsydrae 11/13/2017 11:33am
There. Hear that? No? That’s good.
While I couldn’t stop the ticking of @Pitato
’s massive room clock, I found out I could make the ticking LOUDER. I turned it up and up until the mind-numbing apocalypse-throb became so loud that it’s now indistinguishable from the cosmic background radiation. So, you shouldn’t notice it any more than you do the remnants of the Big Bang.
It turns out there are a number of frequencies out there that are so all-encompassing, so total, that we don’t even notice them. AND they make up the foundation of reality. Now the ticking of that clock is one of them. I’m sure that adding just that one more couldn’t hurt...
Tina Infinity 11/18/2017 4:18pm
Was anyone able to help out the cosmic piano tuners who were here today? You probably noticed them because they were 15 feet tall and wearing gray jumpsuits. They were trying to get into @Pitato
's room but nobody was answering, and the RA wouldn't let them in because they didn't have official Psyhigh ID. Anyway they hauled all their ridiculously huge equipment (giant tuning forks, huge hammers, a six-foot hex wrench) all the way up to the room, then totally blocked the hall for an hour before I saw @Janitor Pete
show up. I'm not even sure how they were going to squeeze through the door of @Pitato
's room. I left before it got figured out, and wanted to know if they were gone or what.
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