| Things Change When You're Having Fun (and not having fun) |
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| 06:17pm 22/05/2007 |
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Wow... I remember so little from the whole being a robot. What I do remember is all in zeros and ones. Stupid binary code. One thing about OSU that is nice is that there's no evil undead or demons or zombies. I'm sure there are those things here, but I don't know any Watchers or Slayers or anything like that around here. Also, Beth and I aren't really getting along well anymore. I think the whole "her betraying us" and the whole "I am a robot" thing was just about the only thing keeping us together. Heh... I reread the post I made. "Manes ex Machina." I like that term.
Anyway, I went to confession at the student catholic group last night, and I confessed. Jenn (she's this girl I met here. She's a CJ Major) knows about some of the stuff I did back in Huntington, and she wonders about how I can be still be Catholic. She also wants me to show her how to investigate a demon nest, but I'm not sure I should be taking civillians or even investigating without Watcher backup. Also, I'm pretty disarmed. I gave 'em most of my modified weapons, including my holy water injector bolts, my traffic light changer, my GREMLIN, what's left of the T-100 and a few other things. They're gonna have the R&D people go over 'em and see if they can use them.
Anyway. Classes are super-boring. I'm taking twenty-three hours now, and I'm spending a lot of time in the electronics lab with Ms. Rosenbaum. I only have to be in there three hours a week, but it's nice to be able to smell circuits and ozone again. Jenn visits me there a lot. And she wants to know what my latest big project is.
I'm not sure if I should tell her. After all, this device isn't really flashy or explosive, or anything like that. It's for my secret work, which I hope I can get back to. I mean, I know there's better people at fighting demons and stuff than me, but Mr. Harris showed that a normal person that cares enough can make a real big difference.
I'm not sure I should get Jenn in on my secret work if I start going back to it. This stuff can be dangerous. I almost died twice, and Beth -did- die. But someone's got to do it.
Anyway, the machine's almost ready. I'll go downtown tomorrow night and see if it works. I think I've found a place where demons nest. If this things works right, they'll never know I'm human. That'll let me investigate.
Demon Hunting Tip of the Week:
Expect the unexpected! Zombies are around every corner, and some of them attend college. Most zombies don't eat the flesh of the living, though, and if they're not on some kind of rampage, you might be able to reason with them and get them to go back to being dead. |
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| Transcription of Video Posted by Marvin Caldwell and Jennifer Kinder |
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| 06:20pm 22/05/2007 |
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[I]Transcript of the Video Shot by Marvin Louis Caldwell and Jennifer Kinder[/I]
::image of a mirror. Marvin Caldwell (MC) and Jennifer Kinder (JK) are reflected in it. MC is wearing a pair of glasses with an obscured ear-piece::
MC: I feel silly wearing these glasses. I look like a giant nerd.
JK: How somebody sixty-six inches tall can feel like a giant anything is silly. Besides, ::laughs:: I think they look kinda cute. Like a terrified Clark Kent. And anyway, that's the best place to hide a camera since you never wear a tie.
MC: Fine... Okay... This is Marvin Caldwell and Jennifer Kinder, and this is our first foray into the nightclub "Nocturne." We suspect this club is a hotbed of undead activity, and thus we're outfitted with scent maskers ::holds up a watch:: to make us seem like demons to any undead there, and a Sophicated Paranormal Object Trace and Recorder, a SPOTR. ::holds up a clunky box with a small screen displaying an arrow rotating:: This is intended purely as reconnaissance. Both of us are armed with holy water to allow quick escapes, but under no circumstances will we seek any engagements with the undead.
JK: ::rolls eyes:: You talk like I've got a death wish.
MC: You kinda have to have one. These things don't play around.
::brief cut to outside "Nocturne"::
MC: You can hear the hypnotic music from inside. The music most likely is used to lull potential victims into a trance to make feeding easier for the vampires and their night slaves.
JK: You said vampires don't have night slaves!
MC: Sometimes vampires will have normal people working for them, like when they're nesting with blood bags. Blood bags are people who willingly let vamps drink from 'em. Very gross.
JK: Sounds like it.
MC: Okay, we're going in.
::approach the bouncer, produces a pair of fives when he holds up his hand, and the two are let into the club. The club, like most of its sort, is poorly lit, though among the crowd can be seen whirring chemical candles of various colors, moving in time to the music.::
JK: Wow. The smell in here is terrible. It's like someone stacked a bunch of DDR machines next to each other and a bunch of fat kids played them for twelve hours non-stop.
MC: Yep. Stick close. Try to bounce with the music. We don't want to seem... oh crap!
::rapid camera movement as MC and JK move deeper into the crowd. There is much bobbing as they bounce to the music::
JK: What was that, Twitch?!
MC: I saw Prof. Rosenbaum! She might be compromised!
JK: An old lady in a place like this? Was she with anyone?
MC: Yeah. A younger guy. Maybe twenty-five. Not sure who he is. I've never seen him before. He might be a vampire.
JK: Do you think he's turned her into a vampire?
MC: No. She was in class this morning, and vampires take a while after they're killed to turn into a vampire. We should save her.
JK: What if he's her son or something?
MC: Not sure. I'll throw some holy water on him. If he screams, run like hell.
JK: Maybe he's something else, like a zombie or something? Wouldn't the holy water just make him mad?
MC: Nah. Holy water is just water to most demons. I have an idea. Let's go over there.
::more bobbing, moving back to a table where an older woman (Prof. Rosenbaum or RB) and a young man whose image appears very blurry in the video (BB) are sitting::
RB: Marvin! So glad I ran into you. And Jennifer... Are you two going out?
MC: Heh... yeah. It's... uh... our first date. Oomph! ::camera briefly tilts down::
RB: What's that in your hand? Some new game?
JK: Yep! It's Marvin's Social Pathology of Ongoing Truth and Risker! We call it "SPOTR."
BB: Cute. So it's an automated Truth or Dare machine, huh? How's it work?
MC: It's uh... very simple. I put it on the table, and it will point at you and display something on the screen! ::pan down to the box, where the arrow points at the young man and displays a "?" below it::
BB: Interesting. What's that mean?
JK: It's your turn! You have to tell a truth or take a dare!
BB: Strange, but that seems fair. Okay. Truth. Who gets to ask the question?
MC: I do! Uh... are you a demon?
::Prof. Rosenblaum visibly blanches, and the young man laughs::
JK: TWITCH! Tactful!
MC: Uh... uh...
BB: It's okay. You were right, Irene. Marvin, Jenn, please sit down. No need to call attention to ourselves.
::camera bobs downward, JK sits next to MC::
BB: Yes, I'm a demon. Actually, I'm here with Irene discussing some things I've heard recently out of West Virginia.
MC: What species? ::noticeable anger in the voice::
BB: Does it matter? I'm human-seeming enough, and I'm not out to cause problems. My type's fairly benign, after all. I'm Irene's contact among the non-violent demon-types around here.
RB: It's true, Marvin. Actually, it was Bert who told me to expect you eleven months ago.
JK: So... uh... who are you, Professor Rosenbaum?
RB: Irene Rosenbaum, of the Akousmatikoi.
MC: Uh... I don't think you're really supposed to go around telling people you're a Pythagorean.
::"Bert" and Prof. Rosenbaum both laugh::
RB: Marvin, given your brilliant mind, I was thinking of asking you to join us. You -and- Jennifer. We've been battling demons since one murdered our master twenty-five centuries ago. Unfortunately, our results have been... mixed at best. So many of our members are... theorists. They don't go out and "mix it up" like you do. That's sort of what we were looking for in you.
MC: Well... Uh... I'm honored-
JK: Me too! I always wanted to know about ancient cults and mysterious rituals and-
RB: Slow down, Jennifer.
BB: Indeed. Frankly, I don't think either of you belong in the Akousmatikoi. Marvin, you're more of a technologist, and Jennifer, you've got a brilliant career in law enforcement according to your records. Given how staid the Akousmatikoi have become through the centuries, I just don't think it would be a good fit.
RB: Are you sure, Bert? I mean, we -need- precisely those sorts of people.
BB: I'm certain. Besides, Marvin, you're needed back in your hometown. I can arrange for you to be transferred back to Marshall with no loss of hours. But Jennifer will have to remain here while I arrange for some other friends of mine to take an interest in her.
MC: I'm going -back- to Huntington? But there's gotta be demons -here- that need fighting! And zombies and vampires and-
BB: Yes yes... all those things. But no Hellmouth, and that's where you're needed most. Besides, your friends back there still miss you.
JK: Shouldn't I go to Huntington, too?
BB: Under no circumstances, Jennifer. You're going to Wisconsin.
JK: The CHEESE STATE?!
BB: Yes. Your destiny lies there, despite the little crush you've got on Marvin. Don't worry. My kind's renowned for prognostication. You'll see him again.
MC: Huh?! I kill clean! I don't let dames get in the way!
All present: Huh?
MC: I mean... uh... I can't go worryin' about ladies and stuff when I'm fighting demons and what have you.
BB: ::laughs:: I understand. But you'll think differently when you're older, Marvin. And no more patrols until the papers are drawn up. The streets are more dangerous than you think. And despite your experience, you're still not using your mind to its fullest potential against what's out there. In a way, you need a Watcher as much as a Slayer does.
MC: Ah... man.
JK: It's true. Still... the box works!
MC: Yep.
BB: It's very impressive. And if you don't mind, I'd like to keep it. Can you build another?
MC: Sure. Uh... if Prof. Rosenbaum don't mind me using the lab to build it?
RB: Abuse the hell out of your privileges, Marvin. You've earned it.
JK: What about me? I'm going to -WISCONSIN!- Don't I get some words of wisdom or something?
BB: Certainly. Remember the blackberries and study hard on Unspeakable Cults. You're going to fail that exam unless-
::battery dies in the camera:: |
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