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avevale_intelligencer) wrote2005-10-29 03:36 am
avevale_intelligencer) wrote2005-10-29 03:36 am
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Making the Best, continued
That was a waste of time. I carried on going through the imager codes till I got to 82 and discovered I hadn't written down 54, 71 or 77. Clearly my brain was trying to tell me something, so I linked back to Stoneship and went to bed.
I woke up feeling a lot better. The fish-beasties are indeed starting to cotton on: I had to dangle myself in the water for a good long while before one of them ventured within puncturing range. I wish I thought there was likely to be edible food anywhere else in these Ages. Even if I find Atrus' and Catherine's kitchen, though, anything left there will be two centuries past its sell-by date, won't it?
When I finish this I'm going to go and see where that arch leads. I've been putting it off because I don't think I can bear another disappointment right now.
Consider the stars. Easy to say. I wonder if she happened to notice that there aren't any? The planetarium's just a little knackered at the moment, Stoneship and Myst are both eight-eighths cloud cover all the time, and I didn't see any stars in Mechanical Age either. If I remember the journals aright, Selenitic was shrouded in fog and Channelwood didn't have a day/night cycle. There's only one place I could consider the stars, and that's
Frod. That was annoying.
I came over all unnecessary there for a minute. I'm a reasonably harmless kind of person, but at this moment if I had to kill someone to get home I'd have a spirited try at it. Which is bad and wrong, I know that, but right now I could sympathise with Gehn. He only thought he was trapped, of course...his way home was right at his feet, and he covered it with metal and peered nervously at it through a telescope...but if he felt anything like this it would have been kinder to kill him.
Later.--I may have something. I MAY HAVE SOMETHING.
The arch leads to a passage which terminates in a room with another number board. Four digits this time, ten thousand combinations, so I won't be going through those one at a time. Round the back of it, though, there's a nifty little switch that closes the arch again...and opens another passage, leading directly under the tower.
Or it would, except there's been a rubblefall and the way's blocked. That's all right, though. Manual labour I can do. I've got somewhere to go to, something to work towards. I feel so much better.
I need to get back to work. More later.
I woke up feeling a lot better. The fish-beasties are indeed starting to cotton on: I had to dangle myself in the water for a good long while before one of them ventured within puncturing range. I wish I thought there was likely to be edible food anywhere else in these Ages. Even if I find Atrus' and Catherine's kitchen, though, anything left there will be two centuries past its sell-by date, won't it?
When I finish this I'm going to go and see where that arch leads. I've been putting it off because I don't think I can bear another disappointment right now.
Consider the stars. Easy to say. I wonder if she happened to notice that there aren't any? The planetarium's just a little knackered at the moment, Stoneship and Myst are both eight-eighths cloud cover all the time, and I didn't see any stars in Mechanical Age either. If I remember the journals aright, Selenitic was shrouded in fog and Channelwood didn't have a day/night cycle. There's only one place I could consider the stars, and that's
Frod. That was annoying.
I came over all unnecessary there for a minute. I'm a reasonably harmless kind of person, but at this moment if I had to kill someone to get home I'd have a spirited try at it. Which is bad and wrong, I know that, but right now I could sympathise with Gehn. He only thought he was trapped, of course...his way home was right at his feet, and he covered it with metal and peered nervously at it through a telescope...but if he felt anything like this it would have been kinder to kill him.
Later.--I may have something. I MAY HAVE SOMETHING.
The arch leads to a passage which terminates in a room with another number board. Four digits this time, ten thousand combinations, so I won't be going through those one at a time. Round the back of it, though, there's a nifty little switch that closes the arch again...and opens another passage, leading directly under the tower.
Or it would, except there's been a rubblefall and the way's blocked. That's all right, though. Manual labour I can do. I've got somewhere to go to, something to work towards. I feel so much better.
I need to get back to work. More later.