I lead @Gretel towards the on-campus PC Department. Through the fiasco of force fields and mind waves, I can just barely see the reception desk.
A tangle of tentacles asked in a bored voice thick with a New English accent, "Do you have an appointment?" The mass of tentacles was surprisingly deft when it came to multitasking, even if each task was a little gooey.
"Uhh, no. But you can call Inspector Brady and tell him that Pearline has his photographer. Odds are he'll let me in right away."
"Awlright..." One of her tentacles flew out and punched a few buttons on the fourth phone. "Inspectah Brady, Pearline says yoah photographah is heah,"
"And tell him to bring LuLu."
"Get LuLu in theyah, too."
We were led to the last room on the right, the inspector's office. Said inspector was busy enjoying a doughnut, the powder of which was littered throughout his bushy mustache. I opened my mouth to talk and he yelled "I'M SORRY I'M PROMOTING CERTAIN STEREOTYPES AND I PROMISE I'LL STOP, JEEZ!"
I assured him I was just going to ask for one, nodding at the box. Everyone loves doughnuts, I said.
@Junior Agent LuLu walked in right at that moment. "Normally, I would chastise you for leading people like them to believe all policemen love doughnuts, but I'm kind of hungry."
We all got the jelly-filled kind.
"Let's see this film." Gretel reached into her bag and pulled out three separate pictures.
"I'm sorry," she divulged, "but I'm not sure I should show you these yet. It could be
And then, Lulu revealed a thick tome, the PC department's copy of The Ethic Code of Seers and Time Travelers. Gretel cracked it open and searched for whatever rule she thought she was breaking.
Sorry, folks, looks like we're on hold until Gretel finds what she's looking for.

Hey Mattie! I'm relatively new here, but that doesn't mean I haven't heard stories about you! Thrilled to have you back. I'm supposed to be researching Dundas Castle, I have a test tomorrow on photosynthetic koala spies, AND I still have to clear up suspicions against the new machine regarding the ASAS dance, but I'll take a little break to introduce myself. Oh, wait, Omega's still locked up in the other bedroom, I'll be right back.

And I'm back! Heh, long story, that. I'm Pearline (obviously), I'm a freshman, and I read sould. Mind if I give a listen? ((Hmm, soft, pink and fluffy on the outside, dark and gooey on the inside. Oh! a truffle soul. I would have one of those had I not been born soulless.)) Anyhoo, I'm glad to see you, because I need you to work your matching magics! I need a roommate, STAT. See, the previous tenant decided to move in with her parents and come here on weekdays, so I put an ad around the school detailing the requirements for a roommate, but it's invisible or something. Sooo, I need you to find me someone who fits these requirements, who will be great in a friendly relationship. But make sure you do it subtly, like make the ad fly in their face or something.
Now, I have to get back to doing everything mankind is capable of doing simultaneously, so get back to me on that. AND SHUT THE DOOR AS YOU LEAVE, PLEASE!

The Psy Corps was knocking at my dorm. I hurriedly stuffed Omega in the other bedroom and answered the door. "Hello," I said. "Care for a mug of cocoa while we talk?"
"Yes, please." I grabbed the last three mugs and started to heat the milk.
"We figured out what type of bite it was." Now that was a new voice. I looked in its direction and saw Miss @Junior Agent LuLu.
"Agent Lulu, what a pleasant surprise! What type of bite?"
"Stink ape," she said. "Hormones have worn off, but the saliva was unmistakable."
My eyes grew wide as I mixed up cocoa powder, sugar, and a pinch of something extra. "So who summoned it, and stuck the code on the window?"
"Ma'am, are you trying to poison us?" said one of the more inexperienced officers, as he watched me mix the powders. "What are you putting in our hot chocolate?"
"Don't push her, Gilbert. It's her secret ingredient," a mustachioed man assured him.
"The thing is, Pearline," Lulu interrupted, trying to stay on task, "we don't know. All we know is the person who unlocked that window was wearing gloves."
"Who could have been wearing gloves without being noticed? It wasn't a formal ball."
I poured the milk into the mugs and walked over to the table. "Are there any pictures of the event?" the mustache asked me as I sat down.
"You'd have to ask our photographer for that one."

I was just awarded the PsyHigh Spirit Badge. Never before has a soulless person had so much spirit! (I looked it up at the library, actually.)
Speaking of the library, I finally found it! For a final grade for the semester, I was given a choice of projects. I chose to research a location that has psychic influence, travel there, and write a paper about it. So I'm going deep into the Catskill Mountains, to find a castle where the only evidence of time's passage is the rotting floorboards and peeling paint. Next stop, Dundas Castle! I plan to meditate, take note of the architecture (for good old Spongi has told me I should be an architect), maybe practice graffiti, and fix the place up a bit. I hope to find universal balance in such a serene place.
@Sarah Tonin, I am so dreadfully sorry you have to endure that. I'll try talking to Kyle and I accept full responsibility for this. In the meantime, you can try talking to @Grim Weeper. See if he has anything that can stop the urges.
In other news, they still haven't caught the person who brought the stink-ape into the cafeteria, but they have figured out that it was indeed a stink-ape bite. Those are very influential on the mind, and they can make you think about the last thing the stink-ape saw or heard (i.e. a string of code) for hours on end. I read about it during a knowledge binge at the library.
No one's come to by Dark Spells and Effective Uses class yet, and no one's answered my classified yet. Maybe I should advertise them more?
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I'm so glad to be back in my dorm after hours spent in the cafeteria. Omega's in here, too, even though this is a girls-only floor. (Shh! Don't tell the House Mother!) I've stolen his cable knit sweater. This room could use a little spicing-up. I'll ask the building owners whether I can update the decoration and paint a little. No one's answered my classified for a roommate yet, that stinks. Mmm, I always love a good cup of hot chocolate in the morning. Or in the afternoon. Or any time of day, really.
Oh yeah, I got a new shelf for my journals and all of the books I read! It's a big shelf.
I am going to restart my quest for universal balance next week.

I love sweatpants and Saturdays.

I wonder if @chapeaumelone has a dorm yet.

I have a test on photosynthetic koala spies Monday. I should probably study for that.

Yes, Thom, I know you need fed. I got a new can of tuna just for you! ::Mew! Purr purr purr:: Aww, he's so cute!

Please, gods and other significant figures, bring me a roomie to talk to! I'm getting sick of my boyfriend. (Not.)
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"We've eliminated some of the witnesses as suspects," the senior officer told me. "For example, it can't be you or your boyfriend [I blushed uncontrollably] because he left before it happened, and you were still outside. It can't be @Clawd, because he was dancing like crazy." That left the New Machine, @Pete the Girl, and- "THE SQUIRRELS!" I stood up, suddenly.
"The...what?"
Now I was excited. "The Weresquirrels lurking around campus! They can turn into humans whenever they want, some of them are, like, six feet tall...no?" The officers were a little concerned for my sanity. "Just ask Pete! She thought they were little werewolves." I directed them towards the confused Pete, who was trying to figure out why she couldn't leave the cafeteria.
Oh, I hope that shapeshifter is okay. I didn't even catch his name.

Flashing lights are outside of the cafeteria. What's happened, they say as they get out of their sleek black cars. I cry, "Someone's been injured in the cafeteria!"
They get there and find wide-eyed psychic teens phoning their parents. Many are still dancing, unawares. And there's the scene of the crime: a shapeshifting student with a bite on his leg is muttering something in code. A translator mentions something about the New Machine. The third window on the west wall has been opened, and there's some hard code stuck to it.
The senior officer said, "Someone's tried to frame the New Machine."

@Clawd is really hypnotic out there with his breakdancing. He's floating now... oh, my head, what is in this Nutrient Solution?
I met Kyle today. He is super sketchy, and I almost considered yelling at him for bringing cigarettes, but he wasn't smoking in the cafeteria, so it was ok, I guess?
@Sarah Tonin, your outfit is marvelous!
Somehow a Were Squirrel ended up as the Queen of Shapeshifters. She looks pretty as a human, but there is something up with those squirrels!
I am now holding hands with Omega. I am now promising to meet him again sometime. I am now being led out into the alleyway by Omega. I am now kissing Omega. I am now seriously making out with him. I am now waving goodnight to him. I am now hearing a commotion by the west wall, mainly in JavaScript.
Oh no, the third window on the west wall!

I've been dancing with Omega for half an hour to some great @Gene Sequins! {daNcedaNcedaNce} I've been telling these Were Squirrels to stop running around on the west wall and the ceiling no less than three times! Ay, I don't want to ruin the dance, but those squirrels... I don't know...
Maybe I'll ask Gene for a slow song, if he does that kind of thing.
I met a pretty cool girl, @Sthephie Serpenthine, who's new here. I think she's a snake whisperer, because a lot of her "s"'s are exaggerated. She's very free spirited.
Oh, Thom, how did you get here? Of course you snuck in. Come on, let's get you out of here before you try to kill the squirrels.

NEEDED: COMPANY IN A GREAT DORM!
Krezner building, room 4-22.
-Two queen bedrooms, 1 bath and a kitchenette. Rent is cheap and included in tuition. --Balcony overlooks the courtyard. Wizard duels can be watched for free on the balcony. Previous owner was neat and cleaned up a lot, and never ate in the bedroom.
-Preferably smart, sociable, relatively clean, and not allergic to cats. Should also own a soul, but not a pet (my cat likes people, not animals). I'm looking for a freshman girl, like me.
-(You should not apply if 22 is your unlucky number, spoken from experience.)

If interested, please contact @Pearline (პ). Interviews will be held at the courtyard fountain. (Don't worry, I won't automatically say no if one tiny thing is off about you.)
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