Hoo boy. Well, as you can tell, I'm okay now. The guy called Aurum made some sort of device out of the watermelon and parts of his own arm? It's a big conglomerate of wiring and other stuff, but apparently it's healing my soul or something. Funny, I'd never heard of Aurum before this accident, and I had no idea he was made of solid gold. Probably should have done though, cause... y'know... aurum is Latin for gold. It's a bit of an odd name though... like, its the same as me calling myself Fleshy.

ANYWAY, I got out and got to say hello to all of the group again. Argumentative Redhead got squished onto me by Anita, who accidentally taped us together. I guess hugging is hard when your hands are tape. Better than scissors though. It took a while before we were disentangled though. Very annoying. But I don't mind it too much, cause it was an accident and at least I wasn't taped to the wall... but still I think she might have got a little annoyed every time my ears caught on her eyebrow piercing.

But the point is, I'm back! And relatively okay! All I need to do now is occasional treatments with the... thing.

Doctor Krimsborg might be a little harder to deal with though.

SOLOMON COMMS SYSTEM ARCHIVE, 07/15/17

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*STATIC AND INTERFERENCE. VOICE JUMPING IN PITCH* "Hello? Can anyone heₐᵣ ₘₑ? I ɴᴇᴇᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ! ᴵ'm in the thing... the time ₛₜₒₚₚₑᵣ!"

"It's keeping me ₐₗᵢᵥₑeᵉ bᵤₜ ᵢ ₙₑₑd to be freed! Everyone knows the ₜₑcₕₙₒ-Boᵗaniᴄᴀ man... Mr ₕₘₓc- Hᴍxᴄʟxᴄʟʀ... his suit designer... talk to - ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. He's called ᴬᵁᴿᵘᵐ.... solid.... solid............."

*EXTREME STATIC, CRIES OF PAIN*

"... sᴏʟɪᴅ.... ɢᴏʟᴅ! ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ! ʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ! ʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ONLY ONE! ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴍᴇʟᴏɴ! ᴛʜᴇ WATᴇʀMᴇʟOɴ!"

*SEVERE STATIC*

REINSTANCING... REINSTANCING... REINSTANCING...

REBOOT REQUIRED. SOLOMON SYSTEM OFFLINE. LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS TERMINATED.

EMERGENCY OPERATION BOOTING... SUCCESS!

CREATED MAINTENANCE TAG... SUCCESS!

END ARCHIVE

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̷͓̖̰̰͟I͈̰̕ͅ ̸͚̣͇̺̙n̦̹̠̬͖̤͕̞͠ę̺̼̳̪̤̳͜ͅe҉͙̜̗̟̭̘d̷̨̗̰̯̠̦̮̭ͅ ͕̖̣͚į͖̼̯̲͉̤͘ͅt̸̡̝̺̯̦̻̰̪̮̖͜from @Klarya

P̝͚͚̣͖͎͖̀l̥͍̙e̗̟͖̹̣̕͜͝ạ̢̹̙̪̕͢s͉͖͚͜͡è̗̱͢
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̤̮͇̳͈͈́͟é̹͘N̝̫͖̝͖̬̭̭̝͜͡D̨̗̯̙ ̜̺̪͉͚̗̀͜ͅI̥̲̪̳̯̤̣͇͢͝t̬̘̤̹͍͕ ̴̸̵̝͈̲̤̥̳Ṉ̶̡̺̮̺̩̬̠͢ơ̖͕̕Ẃ̞̜͈̥̱͢

Okay, so I think I have an idea. Admittedly it is a terrible one, but whatever.

A frequent bone of contention with my boss, old Krimmy-boy, is when he has cases he hasn't resolved or can't figure out. And Anita, my League of Saviours companion, seems to be one of those cases. There's pretty much a space in his office that's worn down the wood panelling from his pacing that I call the "Anita catwalk". Doc struts his stuff like a pro when he's calculating optimal doses of unconventional drugs, cushions and pointless matter.

But back to my thought process. All about Anita's not-poetry (I mean, I love her to bits but... that's just not poetry in my book, before or after the surgery. Don't tell her I said that.).

So her poetry is a little, um, interesting. But I think she's conveying more than mere words in it. I think she's developed another power along with the tape and staples from the eyes thing. Something a little more... psychic.

I couldn't resist that poke. I'm sorry. Let me go back and explain what I mean.

So Anita's latest composition comprises of this stanza (that's verse to less linguistically minded students):

Stare, stare like a bear,
then you'll know me anywhere
Stare, stare like a bear,
call your mother Ginger Hair
Sharp shadow

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Did Anita write about the operation before it even happened?

Let me explain: as Justine was instructed to rescue me, I was struck by that werebulldog with his pitchfork. All four prongs in 3D space entered me, and the two in hyperspace tore at my soul. Nasty piece of work, those things. Known as Bitchforks on the Black Market, apparently incredibly alluring for female weredogs.

Anyway, I'm lying there bleeding and generally in no fit state to do anything like save my own life from this bulldog, but suddenly from nowhere it freezes. I thought at the time that I was dead and life had just stopped like it does at the end of a VHS (anyone remember when they were in the Children's Circle and watching the "Boggy the Bog Monster" series on those things?).

But it hadn't. Towering over myself was a fully-transformed werebear. And it was scary. It was so frightening, the bulldog fled without retrieving his Bitchfork. Unexpected. The bear relaxes onto its haunches, still glaring in the direction of the fleeing dog. He picked me up in his big ungainly paws and transformed back a little bit, enough to hold me securely with human hands. He stopped at the sight of Justine and Argumentative Redhead wielding their weapons. He placed me down and nudged me towards them. He shifted his head back a little to speak.

"This is your charge," he said. His voice was gruff. "she's been got at by that bulldog. Look after her. And, Ginger Hair?"

Argumentative Redhead looked ready to explode at the diminutive nickname, but he smiled a little, but soberly. "Make sure she's not afraid to do things. That fork messes with the mind and soul sometimes. Weird things can happen."

I have been filled in on this by the two present (I have yet to meet and thank the werebear, but he promises to visit soon). I came around in the dropship with Argumentative Redhead gently stroking my ears. "Mum?"

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Do you see what I'm seeing? I don't know what "sharp shadow" means, but I'm sure it's n҉̘̦̬͎̰̗̼ŏ̧͕͉͙̳̺̲ͅṭ̠̜͐̒̚͞h̸͗͊ỉ͚ņg̨͔̭̩͈̋̾
t̃̀ͯ̀҉̥̬́ȍ̧̜͓̘͌́͘ ̴͚̙̱͚̯̱̥̝ͬ͗ͣ̍ͪ͋͑d̜̲̦̳̦̹̉̇̉́ͩȏ̒͂̒̽͆̓̚҉̤̬͇̝̯ ̴ͯ̊͛̈́ͭ̽ͩ̃̿҉̰̖̠͕͓̤͚͎̗w̵̨̺̘̞͔̩͇̯̠̤̙̙̩̠̬̹͚͈͊̌̓̋͊ͦ̓̓̒̿̚͠ͅi̶̡̦̯̱̰͙̫͎͕͇̰͔̟͂̃͐̊̊́̀̚͡t̿̅̅̓̉͗̍̃̈́̋ͥ̈͋̃͆̂͊̕͠҉̧͍̺̝͕͓̤̰͙̰͖̪͙̮͕̺̤h̴̵̨̳̖̺̦̼͙͔͚̞͎͙̰̖̻̱̃ͦ͐ͣ̄ͥ̀̍̃̇̅̇͘͢ ̶̶̛̰̠͓͉͕̖͕̳͚̘̰̹̲͉͎ͮ̓͐̍̋ͬ̔̐ͩͮ̈́ͨ́̕
m͍͇̮̯̟̰̟͕̥̯̯̣͉̹͙̰ͨ̀ͨ͌̈ͮ͊̍͋ͪ͂̄͐͑͟͢ȅ͙̬̻̦̗͖̓̆͋͒̋̕͜

E̷̡̍̏ͮ̽̂̌͛͡҉̱̙̟̻͓̫͟v̴̴̴̖̩̜̬̪̙̙̣̤̟ͫͨ̃͒̍̌͌͒̃̐̂́̈ͅe̍̂̔͆͒̈́̅ͣͥͮͣ͐̿̄͂͏̶̗̻̺͖̯͜ͅņͮ̂̄͊̒̊̆͌̓͐ͩ́ͮ̎̇ͨ̚҉҉̣̼͙̠̝̰̖͘ ̷̶̭̗̖͇̰̠̖̠̪̲̊͛̏̉̊̈́̑ͬ͆͋ͅ
į͐ͩͯͩͨ͆ͩͮ́ͪͧͨ͑ͭͧ̎͞͏̻͓̱̜̲͍̱̲̰̺̦͍̯̦f͌̊̄̓ͬͬ͞͏̨̤͚̺͔͞ ̨̜̣̹̬͙̝̼̯̲͈͉͕͖̅̊ͮͪͭ̿͊̇ͫ͑ͦ͒͊͛͂͢͝͡ͅͅỉ̂ͥ̅ͦ͒̆͒͐̽̆͏̷̗̺̞̟̞̹̭t̷̢̛͉̰͚̙̰̩̥̰̟̟̀ͭ̎͊̽́̽͗ͤͭ̕ ̸̵͓͍͎͓̥̬͚̮͚̠̋͊ͤͦͬ̊ͮ͑͑́̌ͫ̒̇̚̚͝͠ī̵̱͕̗͓̱̩̟̮͍͉̩͙̠̤̪͛͑ͧͩ̅̾́s͌̈́̾̒ͭ͋̏͗ͭ́̿̾̓̆҉̥̥̼̫͞͠͠,̵̥̲̹̊̆͊͆ͮ͊̏ͦ̆̉̀ͧͣ̈̏̚͘͢
̲̰̮͈̫̣̼̝͓͙̬͉̫̬́ͬͦ̇͒ͪͯ̿̏͝ͅI͕̹͈̘̖̮̖̣͎̠̣̗̱̫̻̟̺̋̉̓̋͆ͥ̀ͮ͛͗͊̏̿̀͆͛ͣ͒̅́͞͡ ̴̛̣̤̣̟͚̇̑̋ͯ̐̉̈̎̍͢d̷̡̢̻͔̦̥͚͕̳̱͉̺̳̬̰͆̊ͧ̈́̈́̆̌̔͜o̲̙̳̬͈̙̐̃͑ͯ͠͞ů̸̖̯̭͎̺̦͈̙͔̰̘̿̽̒ͣ̿̏͋̐͌͋͞ͅb̵̿ͫͦ̍̅͒ͫ̿ͪ̾ͨ̈̿̉̊̂̈́͜҉̪̞̦̮̫̥̮̭̻͉̺͉̻͖͎͔̤͇ẗ̶̡̧̪̙̤̹̮̰̤̪̣̝̗̘͚͓́ͤ̎̉̌̾͑͊
̢̡̛ͫ͌̋̎̌̾ͪ̎ͩ̄̒ͬ̅̑̓ͭ҉̷̪̟͖̬̮͕̥̺͚i̵̘̝͉̩̱͙̜͖͕͕̖̼̫̫͖̯ͩ̈̆ͫͬͨ̄ͣ̐̀̊ͬ͋͂͘͞t̼͓͙̬̘͈͔̲̙̭̤͇̏̓̽̑ͪ͌̊̊ͬͯ̀̀̚̕͘͢͝'͔̭̟̘̼̻̜̯̭̬͈̬̙̳͎̰̐̏ͬ͐ͣ͞͞s̢̠̜͙̿̆̂̒̀̾̇̾̓͂ͣ̈́ͮͮ̄̐̓̾̋́́ ̷̨̩̟̻̪̺̰̮̙̹̝̞̥̦̩̫̜͖̭͍̽ͥͩ͐ͣ̀͘ť̨̜̻̱͉̬͎̼̜̪͒̾̽͘h̡ͫ͋̽҉̟͔̟̙̪̻̀͘͢a̢͂͆ͥ̊̇̾̄ͦ̌̽̂҉̡͓̦̞̲̘̞͉̖͓̫̥ͅͅṫ̛̅̃́ͥ̌̍҉̕҉̫̞̠̩͠ͅ ̸̧͓̠͙͓̲̗͉̺̉ͪ̔ͨ̄ͥ̋̈́̀̚͢͠͞
b̙̠̣̱̜͉̺̤̰̘̠͈̭̳͍̣̈́ͦͬͥ̀͝a̡̨̫͖͚͉̘̲̘̼͈̼͎̩ͫ͑ͬͮ͟ͅͅdͭ̊̈͆ͫ҉̴̢̗̝̞̠̰̲̘͎͓͉͖͠ͅͅ.̼͓͎̳͕ͪ̄ͤͤͨ͊̌̕͡͝͡

Our current mission is to do with some bankers. They're taking loads of money and using it wrongly which is like, evil. They've got underground werecreature fight rings for gods sake! But let me tell you, it gets worse than that.

Guess who's undercover?

Guess who's a werefighter?

Guess who's trapped in a costume covered in glittery sequins?

If you answered Jess Gynn to all of those questions you'd be entirely right. For all the shame, Argumentative Redhead had to add a few drops of werecat scent onto my face so I'd transform my entire head for a while. And..! I've got a muzzle! A thick black one which hides my entire head except my eyes. It flattens my beautiful ears!

These exercises are fun but also sometimes really weird. Good news is that the patrons have decided I'm no risk to them and Lady Legume, my "trainer", has chosen to enter me into the fights. It's necessary to gain access to the bankers, but really?

I'm in one of the holdcells. Just opposite me is a very scared looking squirrel. Every so often it grows bigger and gets the beginnings of a human nose, and then shrinks down like it's been stung. It takes me a while to understand what's going on here, but when I did I was sick. Electrotherapy. Controlled shocks. This poor weresquirrel must be going mad! I wonder what his family think is going on. Now that I think about it, PsyHigh's local ferret-esque "vermin" seemed to hold a funeral the other day, except that there was no... oh god.

The squirrel turns to me and starts making movements with his paws. My muzzle hides some of my field of view, but the wonderful capability of cats is that excellent night vision. As such, even in the gloom I can see what it's doing.

...

It's sign language! I quietly thank the Universe that Heerg'amal taught me so many forms of it. This one seems to be XOL.

"Help me," he signs. Over and over.

Now, I don't know if there's guards here and my guess is yes, so I use sign back. "What can I do?"

He sits up straighter and looks me closer. He's stopped trying to transform back into a human now, and honestly I'm glad. "They want me to fight a werecat!" he signs back.

Now I hesitate. "What was the cat called? Who sponsored it?"

He thinks for a few seconds. "Its owner was called Anita, maybe."

I know that's me now, so I make a relieved noise. The muffle from the muzzle (goodness that's tricky to say) makes it a little... weird sounding. It's somewhere between a chuckle and a strained yelp.

"I can help you, just listen..."

It's the Witching Hour, and lately that's made me very tense. I'm curled up in a ball on the bed in my room, trying not to think too hard. Curse that connection of cats and witches!

Dr Krimsborg comes into my room and I sit up. I greet him, but all that comes out is a miserable and longing meow.

"Don't worry Jess," he says, patting me on the head, "the Witching Hour will be over soon. I'll definitely add it to your file: it seems you are fifty-eight percent cat now. Look at your beautiful tail!"

I have to admit, it's a damn fine tail. It's swooshing around me like a little kitty fan, but he's pulling something out of that chest of his. It's a wicker basket with a fluffy lining. "I assume you're unable to read at such a stressful moment," he says, placing the basket down, "but I just wanted to get you something to congratulate you on being Student of the Month!"

I sit up straighter. I want to ask him about it, but again all that comes out are chirps and various miaows.

Dr Krimsborg is nothing if not perceptive, and his mind-powers are sometimes scary. Still, he answers my question as if I had actually asked it. "It's something PsyHigh have done for a very long time, probably since it was founded," he scratches his chin a little, "and it commemorates students who have done amazing things. I'm proud of you Jess, even if I technically have no reason to be."

I knead the bed happily. Seems this Witching Hour isn't going so badly after all. The doc smiles at my happiness, then turns pensive.

"Also, stop bringing in dead mice."

Oh man, that felt good! I feel so refreshed and happy after doing that teambuilding exercise with the rest of the group! They even had a police commissioner guy stand and shake hands with all of us and congratulate us on a successful mission! These missions are great.

I'm just heading into Dark and Brooding 101, so I'll write more later.

God I feel so refreshed after that session with @Anita Klue at the League of Saviours secret hideout. It's only secret because it's cooler that way, or at least that's what they told me on Initiation Night.

It was Anita's Initiation last night, so let me tell you what happened.

We all gathered around in a circle in Psyker robes (they change to suit the occasion for you rather than the other way around - handy) and began meditating.

The elected leader that night - the League don't have a singular leader, only Elders who have the knowledge and understanding to lead us in the right direction (they take it in turns to chair meetings and stuff) - he led us in a chant. One of the Elders released his familiar, a ghostlike dog, who began running around with a bag clasped in his teeth.

Well, I tell you, it made me so woozy I passed out!

As did the rest of the League. It gathered us in a Psychic hall, sort of like a conference room really. We all sat and watched as Anita showed the Elders her skills. She was really good, and it seemed the Elders thought so too, as they led us all in a chant again. It went something like this:

Guide us,
Guide us,
Let us be righteous,

Let us see the True Light,
Let us feel the True Light,
Let us cleanse the world of Blight,

Initiate of gears and steel,
Who has come to us to heal,
Before the True Light now you kneel,

Guide us,
Guide us,
Let us be righteous

And just like that, the Elders came forward and presented Anita with her ceremonial sword and a Datachip which she plugged immediately into her forehead. She seemed ecstatic. I'm really proud of her!

Y'know, Dr Krimsborg has the wrong idea about the League. All of them are really good people who help you get fitter than you'd ever believe and improve your self esteem. The other day when I was a gleaming orange tabby, they bought me one of those cat towers for the common room. I was feeling left out of activities that required opposable thumbs.

Fortunately Lady Legume saw the future and had ordered it ahead of time so that it could be assembled by Argumentative Redhead. She was stressed and needed something of a relaxing project rather than stressful projectiles. Well, I was very grateful and let her stroke my tummy. I think she likes me. She was very unargumentative for the rest of the day, absently scratching at my ears. I like her. She knows just where to itch.

Anyway, I think now Anita is an Initiate, we can hang out more and maybe go on some teambuilding exercises together! They're super cool, one of them is stopping a fake bank robbery! They even have fake guns, it's super realistic and is great for self esteem.

Oof! Pain shoots through my skull, frying my brain and my Fifth Ear.

I sink to my knees in the middle of Dr Krimsborg's office, clenching my head in a vice grip. Doctor K looks up with mild interest. "Oh," he says conversationally, as I writhe on the floor. "I forgot to tell you about @Calliope Krimsborg. My son, he's coming to the summer camp, the one we're supplying @Klarya with medical supplies for."

I sit up, my head still spinning. My Third Eye seems to have escaped notice, but my whiskers are frazzled to all hell. I try to straighten them with my fingers as I listen.

"Yes," he continued, "his psychic communications are a little stronger than most. Along with lots of other things, but that's a long story. I promised I'd pick him up and take him to the camp, but on the way I had to deal with a sighting of Utora 7, and I told him you would pick him up. I assume he's looking for you now."

I sit upright and Dr Krimsborg kneels beside me. He switches into his Medic Voice. "Take some deep breaths. That's it. I can give you some pain relief if you want, but it's best to battle it out naturally. Can you stand?"

It's amazing how relaxing that voice is. I feel filled with confidence. I stand up and nod. "I'll go find Calliope for you and bring him to the camp."

He smiles, thanking me.

Imagine my surprise ten minutes later to meet a levitating girl looking not a day over ten! "Are you Calliope?" I ask tentatively.

"Yup," she responds, doing a backflip in the sky before floating down to shake my hand. "Nice to meet you Jess."

I'm at something of a loss for what to say, but she breaks the silence admirably. "So, you some sort of furry?"


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Oh, don't worry @Klarya, I've got some. I went to the League of Saviours with Anita and had a lot of fun! Seeing as I'll be dropping the positive energies down and I've got the list of stuff Dr Krimsborg wanted me to give you for those more unusual students, I'm quite happy to lend a hand with some of the students with complex medical needs. Just tell the students about the whiskers and ears thing, I've been mistaken for a "Furry" too many times. I'm not furry at the moment! It seems though that the whiskers and ears are here to stay. So just... no laughing. I'm self conscious about it.

Anyway, looking forward to seeing you! Depending on how busy the camp is, we could grab a cup of coffee/stellar mash/American ectoplasm. I'll pay :) I actually get paid by Doc Krim, which is cool. I'm curious what you're looking into doing when you leave... you'll come back right?