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

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!

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...

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.

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!

@Pitato 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.

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.