I'm in the room again. They took me away to question me; They want to know where I have been and what I was doing in the forest where They found me. I told Them I couldn't remember. I can't let Them find out about Psyhigh or my friends. No matter what.

I was eight when I first came here. He had been watching me, waiting for me to leave the safety of my house. I left one day to go with my aunt to the store, and I wandered off to look at sprinkles. That was when They took me. For years They experimented on me, trying to make me Normal. He wanted me Normal because he couldn't understand, He couldn't accept who and what I was, He couldn't accept the unexplainable, the psychic. This is where I met Claude. They had found him about the time They took me, and knew that there was something uncanny about him. They hoped that if They could make him Normal, They could make me Normal. Somehow we escaped, and left together. Eventually we found Psyhigh and I forgot about everything. Until now. If only I could remember how we escaped...

They have not experimented with me yet. I am afraid, because They have had eight years to perfect Their methods, eight years to figure out how to remove psychic abilities. What if They succeed? What if I am rendered... Normal?

*sound of paws scratching on a wall* =Pssst, Nobody, you here?= Claude! What are you doing here? And why are you speaking English? =We came to rescue you! I took some of Eralo- Ainolare's speak potion. Feh, I never thought I'd come back to this place. It brings back all sorts of unpleasant memories.= We? Ainolare? =Never mind. We have to get out of here, quick.= But you're on the other side of the wall! You shouldn't be here, anyway. =Don't be ridiculous. We'll be there in a minute.= *sound of @*Atlantica* shouting* "NICKY!" =Shhhh! They'll here you! You weren't supposed to come with me anyway!= *rapid footsteps and a strange voice shouting* "What's going on here?! Who are you??" Oh no. They've been caught.

I'm in a room. I'm cold and grimy, still covered with soot. I'm not sure how long I've been here. It's very dark and I can't see anything; the faint glow of my journal screen isn't enough to see by. I still have my journal. They haven't searched me. Yet. I also still have my sprinkles. Only 37 jars though; I shall have to ration them. I don't remember how I got here, and I can't quite remember where "here" is, but I know I've been here before. They put me in this room and left me here, but I know They will be back.

I think as I was being carried away, I left a trail of sprinkles for the others to follow, but I am starting to think that this wasn't a good idea. I don't want Them to find the others. I don't want to think about what They would do. I miss Claude and Claudette and all my friends, but at least when they're not here, they are safe. I might not have left a trail anyway. I can't remember. I have to get out of here. If only I could remember how I did it before... I think... Claude...
*faintly echoing footsteps* They are coming.

Dear Somebody,
I'm lost. Again. I attempted to get to class on my own this morning, and I somehow ended up dangling from a tree, suspended over a pit of vipers and covered in soot. Don't ask me how I got covered in soot. It involves a tiger, two non-psychic chimney sweeps, and an orchid, and I DON'T want to talk about it. I hope someone finds me soon. I'm missing...uh...I'm missing... That class...ummm..... I can't remember what class I'm missing. But still. I'm hoping Claude will walk by, but I think he and Eralonia are with Claudette, and she's been forbidden to enter forests since that one incident, so it's not very likely. I really don't want to miss class, because I've been doing really good, and have A's in everything. I think. And I'm pretty sure we were going to do experiments with sprinkles this morning. I think. I distinctly remember the teacher saying yesterday "Nobody bring any sprinkles of any kind. They'll react horribly with our experiments." Or something like that. I can't exactly remember what Mr.... Uh...Mr.... I can't remember what teacher it was. Oh well. I have a lot of sprinkles with me, anyway.

I was planning on talking to Tulka about changing a class to Psychic Cartography so I can make a map of the school that will stay current and change as the school does. Cartography is map making, right? I can't remember. But a map would be useful. I had one, but it was outdated by 500 years, and kept cursing me everytime I used it.

Also, @Nautical Nell and @Jenny Haniver, I wasn't
Intending to be rude, insulting, or condescending, and I'm sorry if I seemed that way. And I don't think you should put the garbage somewhere "out of the way" as that would ruin the point of the protest. If you still need help, I will help, but putting garbage in the cafeteria would be more than just unsanitary, it could have disastrous effects on both land and aquatic students.

In other news, I think I see people walking torwards me! Maybe they'll help!
Over here!!! *waves arms at approaching crowd* Wait, they're being led by the non-psychic chimney sweeps... And they look familiar. Where have I seen three men in suits and sunglasses before? I... Can't quite remember. They're looking right at me. I don't like this. But...when I turn invisible they can still see me because of the soot! How did they get in the school? Wait, I'm not in the school. How far off school grounds did I wander?? They're coming closer. I KNOW them. But how? I... Can't remember... Before Psyhigh... In... In a lab. They... I remember! Oh dear, this isn't good, I need help. I can't go back! This isn't good at all I can't go back *starts shouting frantically* HELP!! HELP!!! HEL--

Dear Somebody,
I've been practicing turning other things besides myself invisible! Like my last journal entry. However, I seem to have forgotten how to turn it visible again. And I've forgotten what I've written. Oh well. It probably wasn't important.

In other news, Sunday was not quite as busy as the rest of my weekend, and Claude and I went to the movies where we saw new "The Incredible Quadruple". I've forgotten what it was about, and Claude says he liked the first ones better (probably because one of the characters was "The Golden Kitten"), but I remember that I can really relalate to the character Sarah. Maybe because of her hair colour.

Also, @Nautical Nell, I would be definitely willing to help with the protest for cleaner water ways. Since I can turn invisible, I probably won't get caught. Maybe. But as a healer, I have to suggest that we put it in the hallways instead of the cafeteria. That way we can get the point across (that if land students find trash in their walkways gross and unpleasant, then aquatic students certainly do), without causing any (severe) health problems. A lot of the cafeteria food is
experimental, and exposure to contaminated items could cause an epidemic or explosion.

Perhaps you could start a petition as well, and ask for volunteers to clean? If the trash got into aquatic student's food, it would certainly be at least as much a hazard as it would be in any other cafeteria.

However, I get lost easily, and my cat Claude who usually guides me places won't go to the Aqua Dorm, so perhaps we could meet somewhere else? If you think you could use my help, that is.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
I am up to my knees in homework. Litterally. The floor of my room is knee deep with work sheets, ancient occult sigmas, and half written essays. I'm not sure how much of it is Mattie's, but I'm trying to get all of it done in case it's all mine. It could be mine. Maybe. I've already forgotten which classes I have.

It's too bad that I'm stuck inside, and missing this beautiful weather. My favorite thing to do when it's like this is to stand right in the middle of the two sides and get the best of both worlds. Unfortunately, I will probably not be able to leisurely admire the weather while playing mahjong like I would like to. I've spent the better part of the day doing homework, preventing Claudette from lighting the homework on fire, and fighting a series of diseases that have suddenly taken quite a few of the trees on campus. We're trying to prevent the disease from spreading to the forest. Fortunately, this is made easier than it might be by the fact that only a few trees on campus can walk, and they've already been quarantined.

Thankfully, Eralonia came by to help with Claudette, so as soon as I finish these last ten essays, I'll go out and help Flora and the other healers with the trees. It's an odd disease, and we're not quite sure what's spreading it, except that it starts in the roots.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
I went to classes for the first time today. However, I didn't receive any marks down for absence, because I may or may not have told my teachers that I was there the whole time, just invisible. I even got extra credit in Invisiblity Stealth Training! Whether or not this was ethical is irrelevant.


In other news, Claude bought me some new sprinkles! They are Shoelace and Honey flavored. He is enjoying being back in his body (as am I) and is currently curled up in my lap, sleeping. He's so adorable! (Although don't tell him I said that, because he gets slightly offended). Claudette is also curled up and sleeping. On my head. This is cute, and at the same time, terrifying because every once in awhile she'll give a start and spurt flame very close to my highly flammable hair. I'm afraid to move.

Also, I'm sorry if I was a little insane during the body swap. I get slightly loopy if I don't have sprinkles. I shall miss Luceat, though. He was a good moth, er, pixie. Unfortunately, the tatoo he branded into me while I was in Claude's body transferred to this one somehow, so I still have the sigma of his tribe on my left shoulder. It's easily hidden with long sleeves, though. But still.

I look forward to tomorrow, as Flora and I are going into the woods to hunt for mushrooms. Mushrooms have many healing properties. Also, they're good in soup. As long as you pick the right ones. Poisonous ones are NOT good in soup. I had a nasty experience once, involving poisonous mushrooms, a gypsy, five walruses, and an EMT. But anyway.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

"Nobody, come back!!" *cat hissing and sound of scratching* "NO! Not the curtains!!" *Sound of fabric tearing* "We...Have...To...Go ...So...We..." *more hissing* "Can...Switch...Back!! Attie, help me restrain Nobody!" "But it's so much fun watching you play tag!" "Attlantica!" *sound of @Pacifica and @*Atlantica* tackling Nobody, followed by hissing and scratching* "GOT HER! Let's bring her back to the room before something happens." "Ok, Paci. But where's Luceat?" "..." "And why isn't Nobody opening her mouth?" "I don't know. Let's just hurry up and get to Nobody's dorm so we can switch back. I can't take another day of your classes".
>=Phase Two has been completed=>
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>=*hacking cough* Can't breath *eye twitch* can't...think *gagging* need.. SPRINKLESSSSS
Luceat has preformed the ritual to welcome me into the tribe. He has respect for cats like myself, and agrees that we should not be denied sprinkles. My new brother Luceat and I have fully developed our *choking cough* plan. It has been hard *maniacal laugh* since neither of us (neeeed sprrriiinkkllllessss) is thinking very...clearly. Pixies need fresh air and contact with green growing things or else they weaken and die. This he has disclosed to me, as we have quickly because close friends. I need sprinkles (SPRINKLES) or else I weaken and die. This I have disclosed to him. *dry chest throbbing cough* We have heard that our captors plan to move us to The Room at 9 o'clock. THIS IS WHEN WE SHALL STRIKE. He has limited pixie magic left; in a cat's body (the body of the very cat who has betrayed me!!!! And cut of my sprinkle supply!![SPRINKLES] Or is this my true body and I have always been a cat??) I have claws and limited telekinesis ability that seems to have traveled(?) with my mind. We intend to strike while our captors are at their weakest. We shall interrupt the flow of their potion with our limited powers and open a portal!!! Through this portal shall come our King and Savior; Scintillula! We shall give him the body of his Chosen Queen and in exchange he shall welcome us back to the tribe give us SPRINKLES. NO LONGER SHALL WE BE TAUNTED AND CALLED MOTHS. NO LONGER SHALL WE BE DEPRIVED OF WHAT WE NEED MOST. SPRINKLES AND SUNLIGHT AND REVENGE SHALL BE OURS. THE SCHOOL SHALL PERISH UNDER THE MIGHT OF OUR TRIBE. *hysterical laughter that shifts into coughing fits* Need...sprinkles....=>

>=*heavy breathing* Need...sprinkles.... I don't have much time. I stole my journal from myself, er, @Scilph and am typing this as my captors transfer me to my new prison. (Must...have.. Sprinkles...) I am starting to get used to this body, but still miss my original one. My shoulder length purple with green leopard spots coloured wavy hair and overlong side bangs, my dark blue eyes and average nose covered with freckles. I even miss the fact that I'm only four foot ten! Or I WAS four foot ten. Now I'm barely one foot ten. And I'm covered in fur. I have mastered the art of walking and running on four feet, however (need...sprinklessss) and my fellow captives, Luceat, @*Atlantica* (in the body of our captor @Pacifica), and I have made a bargain. At the stroke of midnight we shall execute our plan!!! NO ONE SHALL ESCAPE OUR WRATH AND SEARCH FOR SPRINKLES!! Luceat has adopted me as a brethren and with the help of our tribesmen we shall conquer!! ALL SPRINKLES AND WORLD DOMINATION SHALL BE OURS!!!!!=>
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