Extrasensory Archery got moved to 4pm today, @CallMeEm, since the arrows were misbehaving and they all ran off so we're in the woods collecting them now. But come by the field by the Old Corral at 4 and we'll be all set up!

Troop 227 of the Junior Psychic Rangers lost a trooper today, and I’m sad to say it was our newest recruit — @CallMeEm. As Triskaidexter of our unit, I take full responsibility for putting her in a position she wasn’t fully prepared for.

While measuring the perimeter of the GAB manifold, Trooper Em’s lifeline lost connection and she was pulled within the event horizon.

I have offered my resignation as Triskaidexter (now just Dodecaxter), but it has been denied by the troop.

Full Psychic Ranger Rites will be performed for Trooper Em tonight at the lodge treehouse. All are welcome to attend, though outsiders will be blindfolded for the Revealing of Mysteries portion of the service.

May the Eagle’s Eye be with you, @CallMeEm.

"Hooooo-eeeet! Hooooo-eeeet!"

Junior Psychic Ranger Harlow gives us the sign she's in position, at the far end of the reality hole.

"Caw! Caw! Krikrikrikri!"

I answer back.

Then, both of our teams start pulling the quantum net closer, over the meadow and towards the edge of the gaping hole in reality. The goal is to v-e-r-y c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y pull the net into position, just this side of the event horizon, and secure it with cognitive gravity stakes. If we do it right, it should create a kind of trap -- like in a drain -- to catch anything before it can go through.

But if we get it wrong and it comes in contact with the even horizon, we've got to make sure we don't fall in after it.

We're all tied off on the biggest nearby trees, and anchored via memory belts we had to mediate for 3 hours to achieve. Now if we can just pull it off, like we did 100 times on the training field.

Closer... closer...