Randy and Joel checking in– We decided to make some mild modifications to our living accommodations. We originally had bunk beds… well technically we still have bunk beds, buuuut we were able to get Hammocks hung in our room as well as a make shift loft made from this fabric that has the same strength as steel. It is sooo awesome!! We just created a second story in our room.
Well Randy and Joel out
Becky and Cynthia checking in– So we have decided that we are going to start a support group for surviving victims of Debbie’s escapades. We figured it would create an atmosphere of healing, which might calm down some very irate Cryellian officers (Duncan Steerman being chief among them). This idea came to us as we started to see the same look in their eyes when the see Debbie coming as we imagine a lynch mob would have right before the hanging. In fact Becky here has woken up on many occassions with that very nightmare. For some reason she reports that Debbie is laughing manically as she is being hung and telling them all she’ll get even. Whats sad is if something like that actually happened we picture that would be Debbie’s actual response as she’s dangling and grasping air.
Anyways we are seriously hosting a meeting. Anyone who wants to attend is welcome.
Becky and Cynthia out
Joel here– Randy and I had an awesome adventure!! We went to the surface and you can repel down some of the deeper craters in K15 suits. It was sooooo much fun. We use the blasters to push off while we hold on to bungee cord. As we shoot out the bungee hits its max and snaps us back to the wall. Granted we had to be very careful not to use too much of the thrust otherwise we would snap the cord. It was super exhilarating. If we tried doing something like that without our suits we would be turned into a gelatinous soup. Anyways I have to head off.
This is Becky and Cynthia– We have decided that Becky is an corrupting influence. She has been hanging out with some of the female Cryellians… Nothing wrong with that… but I think the officers in the Cryellian side of things seem about to murder her. She has them cat calling the men. She even got them to cat call Randy and Joel. We have never seen them turn soo loud.
Becky and Cynthia Out
Debbie Here– How on earth is anything ever accomplished with there being things like protocols in this world! All they do is muck everything up and there are waaaaay too many to be able to even have a clue as to what they all are. And whats worse is the few important protocols get mucked up because of the dumb trivial ones that no one ever tells you. And then they flip out on you because you didn’t know about/abide by the fickle protocol that in actuality conflicts with multiple other actually important protocols. What makes it worse is you can tell that their blow up is over something completly unrelated to the miniscule protocol breach, but rather the breach was their excuse to blow up at you. In fact my new theory is such protocols are created to make it possible for the beaucrats to yell at and justify it to themselves.
This is Cynthia. I was working in the medical facilities and was assigned a patient to care for. This isn’t anything extraordinary, but the patient was unlike any I had ever worked with before. Their legs had been shattered in some form of mining accident. Usually with that kind of damage people are in agony, which is often accompanied by moaning and groaning, but all he would do was laugh and laugh and laugh. He asked several times if he it needed to be amputated and if so if he could have a peg leg. He always seems to have a joke every time we walk in. In fact we had to wheel him on a gurney for a procedure and he pulled the sheet over his face and people thought we were taking him to the morgue. Is it odd that that moment made my day? It made me think of something that Ryder would do.
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So Debbie here… real quick.. Becky talks in her sleep periodically… and last night she had the best quote ever… it was sooo random. Usually she’s muttering Shakespeare or Dickens, but last night she sat up in her bed and loudly proclaimed, ”I’m not a cowboy. I’m a princess.” and then laid back down and rolled over. I had to leave the room I was giggling soooo hard.
Well I have to sneak off.. Debbie out…