Well, yeah. The title says it all. But this time I got very strict orders to keep at least some of my opinions to myself and focus on facts (can't really tell the difference between these two things).
There you go.
1) The ultimate spy
Our landlady, that is. We couldn't complain too much about a flat, so we kind of agreed on the first one we've found. And now we're stuck with that crazy old lady who's way too interested in other people's lives. If I worked at MI6 headquarters, I'd hire exactly this kind of women. My bets are on that she'll cause us more trouble than this goddamned flat is worth.
2) Morale heading towards Mariana Trench
That's the only possible explanation for my (dearest and most co-operative, like, ever) team to get angry at me with no reason. Okay, I haven't told them everything I knew, I have been a bit useless and sarcastic lately, but that's not a crime. Not that telling me off has gotten us somewhere.
3) Mirror, mirror
Becca and Naomi went for a walk to check a few things with the device from Cardiff. As far as I know, some things and places look different when you look at them through it. As if you could see what is important. What stands out in time. Or distorts it.
(No wonder you can see Eric through this shit, but me? Eh?)
Somewhere around this point someone came up with a great idea of throwing a party at the RAF base (nooo, this totally wouldn't evoke any suspicions, not at all, with the four of us as masterminds behind this clever and cunning plan) and we were stupid enough to seriously consider it. At last, the party decided to throw itself. We're invited. Or Naomi is, to be precise, but I'll talk about it later.
4) Meanwhile, on Earth's orbit
A certain satellite is being hacked. Yay 21th century mobiles. Yay me. Yay shitloads of data. Crypted RAF announcements make great bedtime stories.
Also, I tried to call Jenny. Her cellphone is on, so she couldn't have arrived here long ago. She can't be very far away, either. She could answer the call, though. SHIT I COULD'VE SENT HER A MESSAGE.
5) Close enough to coffee
We actually made something that resembled coffee, using ingredients available in 1944 and a few that won't be available even in 2006.
We're so resourceful and creative that the Third Reich would surrender the moment they learned we're here.
6) Espionage. You're doing it right
Can't even comment on this one properly -
OMFG Naomi is embodied brilliance and charm and the purest essence of being a clever bitch. Thank God I'm not interested in humans.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Blackout 2.0
The weirdest thing? I actually started to like them. Despite the fact, they’re so annoying. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe because they are exact the opposite to what I’m used too, and maybe because they don’t ask too many questions. Or maybe because I was alone for so long and started getting mad out of isolation.
Nethertheless, I work for Torchwood Institute now. Glaswegian section. With an Australian mechanic as our boss, with, a hacker and a doctor without a diploma as my co-workers. And quickly after I started to work with them I landed in 1944. Well, we planed to do it, but we fucked up…
We had to wait for the hardware sent to us from Cardiff. In the meantime we informed Naomi of what we are going to do. She decided, that she had to discuss it with that boyfriend of hers. So Nine and I started to continue our research. Nine found a photo from ’44, on which we all are sitting in on of Glaswegian churches, at somebody’s funeral. It also turned out, that there had been a “miracle” in this church… in 1944. So Nine went to investigate the church and I thought about an experiment, which, as I hoped, could’ve help us to learn something more about the nature of the anomalies concerning pilot’s belonging. So I decided, that we should take the watch to the Circle, and look at the readings. And then it happened…
Of course, none of us did personally go to the circle. We just sat by the screens and watch the device going down: sensors they sent us from Cardiff placed on a cart with dead (?) pilot’s watch.
The readings went crazy first: the Circle behaved not like it was overly active, but just the opposite. Maybe not like the Circle opened, but like it was trying to close?
And then everything went dark.
We fucked it up.
I woke up on the shore. It was a bit cold, and wet – like usual in the hub, but we weren’t in the hub anymore. It seemed, that we had been on the shore of Clyde. And in the past, of course (no Squinty Bridge anymore!). So we made it to 1944: without Naomi, and with precious device from Cardiff gone down Clyde… Luckily, we saved the watch, but nethertheless, we definitely needed to find rest of the stuff, before anyone else does. Not that I particulary am afraid of chronoclasms – come on, all our science is based on them anyway!
So anyway, we decided to send a message to Naomi and find someplace to rest, because it was getting dark. On the post office we found some advertisements and addresses, and the boss decided to separate for a while. So Nine wrote this anouncement for Naomi to find us (Hilarious!), and we went to the hostel. Notice: some people really don’t understand, when you say to them that they don’t want any trouble. Well, I’ve got a knife…
Notice two: clothes here are surprisingly comfortable. Man’s clothes, of course. And the quality of bread – outstanding. We must take some while going back.
Next morning Nine and I went to see the site, where they will place the plane: we found some stones there (Pieces of another circle! Just a coincidence?) and a message from Naomi. She made it and was waiting for at the inn on the city outskirts.
And so there we are (had been): 1944, no hardware and just a little clue.
Nethertheless, I work for Torchwood Institute now. Glaswegian section. With an Australian mechanic as our boss, with, a hacker and a doctor without a diploma as my co-workers. And quickly after I started to work with them I landed in 1944. Well, we planed to do it, but we fucked up…
We had to wait for the hardware sent to us from Cardiff. In the meantime we informed Naomi of what we are going to do. She decided, that she had to discuss it with that boyfriend of hers. So Nine and I started to continue our research. Nine found a photo from ’44, on which we all are sitting in on of Glaswegian churches, at somebody’s funeral. It also turned out, that there had been a “miracle” in this church… in 1944. So Nine went to investigate the church and I thought about an experiment, which, as I hoped, could’ve help us to learn something more about the nature of the anomalies concerning pilot’s belonging. So I decided, that we should take the watch to the Circle, and look at the readings. And then it happened…
Of course, none of us did personally go to the circle. We just sat by the screens and watch the device going down: sensors they sent us from Cardiff placed on a cart with dead (?) pilot’s watch.
The readings went crazy first: the Circle behaved not like it was overly active, but just the opposite. Maybe not like the Circle opened, but like it was trying to close?
And then everything went dark.
We fucked it up.
I woke up on the shore. It was a bit cold, and wet – like usual in the hub, but we weren’t in the hub anymore. It seemed, that we had been on the shore of Clyde. And in the past, of course (no Squinty Bridge anymore!). So we made it to 1944: without Naomi, and with precious device from Cardiff gone down Clyde… Luckily, we saved the watch, but nethertheless, we definitely needed to find rest of the stuff, before anyone else does. Not that I particulary am afraid of chronoclasms – come on, all our science is based on them anyway!
So anyway, we decided to send a message to Naomi and find someplace to rest, because it was getting dark. On the post office we found some advertisements and addresses, and the boss decided to separate for a while. So Nine wrote this anouncement for Naomi to find us (Hilarious!), and we went to the hostel. Notice: some people really don’t understand, when you say to them that they don’t want any trouble. Well, I’ve got a knife…
Notice two: clothes here are surprisingly comfortable. Man’s clothes, of course. And the quality of bread – outstanding. We must take some while going back.
Next morning Nine and I went to see the site, where they will place the plane: we found some stones there (Pieces of another circle! Just a coincidence?) and a message from Naomi. She made it and was waiting for at the inn on the city outskirts.
And so there we are (had been): 1944, no hardware and just a little clue.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Blackout
You certainly know this feeling when you suddenly miss a step on the stairs and for a split second your bowels are in 0g. Well, unpredicted time travel is kinda like that. If you multiply this annoying sensation by 1000.
We had the stuff ready - documents, money, first aid, all the shit that might have come useful in '44. Also, we got a clever device from Cardiff (I can't see it being sent back to Wales. It wants to stay in Glasgow with us, totally. It's gonna miss us terribly). And we decided to try it and see how would the Circle react to Richard's watch. The idea itself was brilliant (all credits go to Becca!). The effect, however, not so much.
The last thing I've noticed was negative Circle activity. Then everything went black - and shitty, dirty modern Glasgow turned into Glasgow in 1944, less dirty but equally shitty. No, wait: shitty isn't quite the word. This Glasgow is freakishly poor and miserable. These people have no clue the war will be over in a year. But, to be honest, neither do we. We don't know how time travel works. All I figured out was that circles matter - the plane statue was placed where once another stone circle has been. I think the plane itself doesn't play any important role, the pilot's belongings are enough, if they're close to a circle. This at least gives some idea on coming back. When we find Jenny. If we find Jenny.
We've found the local post office, a shelter, great bread, a local gang and Naomi so far. Nobody has found us, or so we hope. We might spend some time here - back in modern Glasgow Naomi had spotted us on a newspaper photo from 1944, during a funeral. And there are miracles to be done yet.
But ssh. Spoilers!
We had the stuff ready - documents, money, first aid, all the shit that might have come useful in '44. Also, we got a clever device from Cardiff (I can't see it being sent back to Wales. It wants to stay in Glasgow with us, totally. It's gonna miss us terribly). And we decided to try it and see how would the Circle react to Richard's watch. The idea itself was brilliant (all credits go to Becca!). The effect, however, not so much.
The last thing I've noticed was negative Circle activity. Then everything went black - and shitty, dirty modern Glasgow turned into Glasgow in 1944, less dirty but equally shitty. No, wait: shitty isn't quite the word. This Glasgow is freakishly poor and miserable. These people have no clue the war will be over in a year. But, to be honest, neither do we. We don't know how time travel works. All I figured out was that circles matter - the plane statue was placed where once another stone circle has been. I think the plane itself doesn't play any important role, the pilot's belongings are enough, if they're close to a circle. This at least gives some idea on coming back. When we find Jenny. If we find Jenny.
We've found the local post office, a shelter, great bread, a local gang and Naomi so far. Nobody has found us, or so we hope. We might spend some time here - back in modern Glasgow Naomi had spotted us on a newspaper photo from 1944, during a funeral. And there are miracles to be done yet.
But ssh. Spoilers!
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