It’s snowing! IT’S SNOWING! Here! Now! Big fat fluffy
flakes piling up a meter high. The schools are closed. It’s beautiful.
Yes, I’m suddenly six years old. No, I don’t care.
I’m going to grab Black and head outdoors. Guy could use some exercise.
EDIT: While
snowballs, marshmallows in milo and a roaring fire are not to be sneezed at, you probably
want some actual news.
Roy! Your leg is complete and being shipped your way as
we speak. Instructions for assembly are included, as are the controllers and
their batteries as well as a charging cord. It may take a little getting used
to.
As for what occured after the solstice, there was a lot of faffing around
while I told the police I ran over a deer and wrote to my parents for money to
pay back the rental company for their car as well as the cost of the tow. Then I went and got food, Singstar, and incredibly drunk, since I'd missed Matariki and thought I might as well catch up. Two words:
Azoth.
Fireworks.
While there’s something slightly sad about a celebration
with only two people, I woke up with a massive hangover and Black was somehow
on the roof so something approaching fun must have happened. Rose’s advice
about cold water was both painful and invaluable.
Before the party, but after I’d gotten home, I did a
quick check to make sure everything was as I’d left it. It was, save for the
rats. I found five little rodentine corpses in the vapor and injection cages
dead from bites, and a further four had completely disappeared unaccounted for.
Interestingly, two of those four had not been part of the experiment at all;
they were two of the three least bitey ones I’d picked out to be Black’s pets
on Spyre’s advice. Clearly, some miniature drama must have played out while I
was gone. I’m not sure what this means for the experiment, but I’ve cleaned the
cages up and returned things to as they were.
Something odd that I’ve noticed about Rinforzando. Azoth
is viscous and tends to hold together when tugged on. I was withdrawing mass for the experiment when the similarity to
nylon and other manmade textiles struck me. Not that I was going to act on this
little bit of whimsy as azoth clothing strikes me as a singularly bad idea.
However, the triangular area I was pulling up on split, forming thin strands
between the main mass and the tongs. That’s not something that’s happened
before, and the implications disturb me.
Since there are accounts of making azoth into physical
weapons, I’m going to test methods of doing so. Also, you may have noticed
Last’s plan to kill the Rake over here. I’m planning on making
each participant a medal. There’s not much else I can do from here, but they'd deserve it.
Otherwise, things here have been quiet lately. Always a worry when that happens.
