I have some crazy news!!

I found @Pitato. They were huddled up in the corner of PsyHigh's very own North Campus Cafeteria, right next to the fridge. For some reason, they were surrounded by some loose potatoes and spilled hot chocolate. Anyway, I found them while I was stealing some leftover pancakes. Pitato was babbling some weird phrases while rocking back and forth. I had no idea what was wrong with him, maybe he can hear these insanely high frequencies and they're messing with his mind? Does that make him a god? Well, I'm glad that I can't hear the clock anymore, it messed up my sleep cycle for months.

There have been odd disappearances occurring. First it was my pet bird that probably wouldn't have stayed alive for long. Then, it was a lumberjack that lies next to my dad's house. The last straw was when I saw on the news that my favorite milk company, Daisy's Dairy, had shut down because their boss disappeared! Something is going on. And I'm gonna try and find out.

ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting! ting!

I let myself into @Pitato’s room today. The door had been ajar since @Cami Clepsydrae went exploring in there last week, so I figured it was unoccupied.

It was freaky. It’s cavernous now, and dark, except for the auroras lighting up the giant gears and stuff. But the freakiest part was finding Cami! She’s part of it now—part of the clockwork. You know the part of a cuckoo clock that has little human figures that come out and chop wood and stuff? About a quarter of a mile in there’s a a life size one of those, and I was just in time to see Cami come out of a little door, hammer in hand, and start banging on a piece of metal. She looked stiff, but had a smile on her face. She always liked being mechanically minded. 13 strikes on the metal and she rotated back in through the exit door.

I left the way I came, and shut the door behind me. No idea what became of @Pitato.

I took a peek in @Pitato's room, just to see how things were holding up, and those universal piano tuner guys did a bit of a remodel. We all know what a psyhigh dorm room is like (a couple XL twin beds against the walls, some cheap nightstands and writing desks and closets), but now @Pitato's room is much larger... giant pillars soaring up into the darkness, rainbows and auroras holding up the sky, and the gears and sprockets--silver and gold and as big as busses, quietly ticking away. I wonder what happened to @Pitato? I'm going to grab a sack lunch and go exploring. Maybe I can write a paper for extra-credit in Psycho-mechanics!

Yeah @Janitor Pete let those big guys into @Pitato's chambers. Willie & Joe were their names. Super nice guys. Cosmic piano tuners sent from above! They had an appointment.

Even though the crushing, booming TICK TOCK is gone, Willie & Joe still seemed pretty concerned about tuning up the clock. Something about a frequency only gods can hear. I talked them up when they were squatting in the hall waiting for Janitor Pete to arrive. Our hallways weren't built for 15 foot tall people, so you kind of had to say something trying to pass by. Talk about an elephant in the room. Plus: gray jumpsuits!

They were able to squeeze through the door, and pull their equipment in after them. Never saw them leave though.

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.

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...

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.

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.