I did a little reading last night
As it turns out, my mistake was giving that man with the water scooter his freedom. Fairly peaceful political prisoner he may be, but his husband? Not really. It's that guy who made the oddly shaped explosion I showed you a picture of in my last post. He incited panic among the prisoners and guards alike; those who had come into contact with either Rima or myself decided to direct the panic against the guards, who then alerted other guards, and from there things just spiraled out of control. A lockdown was initiated, storm troopers and riot police were sent in, and panicked people trampled each other to death, suffocated, or were shot by trigger-happy soldiers. The Cnapan Prison Riots ended with a total of 164,034 survivors out of a population of roughly 5 million.
Fantastic.
Andy is fine. I'm as fine as I ever was. There seems to have been a slight miscommunication between us: I had assumed he was on the purple prison island, he had been thinking I was referring to the color of his jersey. I did spend an awful lot of time trying to get to the purple island, but I don't see how not doing so would have prevented anything. And for what it's worth, the area he was in was the last to be swept up by the riots and the first to calm down- they had to lowest casualty rates. I'm not sure if that was Andy's doing or just plain luck, but it's something, at least.
Needless to say, I really want that mindwipe right about now. I don't even care if they're done calibrating, I want it done with. Unfortunately, I'm back in 21st century Cardiff. We're in the Harwood's Haulage office; Andy's gone to return his books and I'm shutting myself in the TARDIS for a day or so until to urge to sonic screwdrive my own head open recedes a bit. Feel free to stop by.
Some days, I really hate myself.
Fantastic.
Andy is fine. I'm as fine as I ever was. There seems to have been a slight miscommunication between us: I had assumed he was on the purple prison island, he had been thinking I was referring to the color of his jersey. I did spend an awful lot of time trying to get to the purple island, but I don't see how not doing so would have prevented anything. And for what it's worth, the area he was in was the last to be swept up by the riots and the first to calm down- they had to lowest casualty rates. I'm not sure if that was Andy's doing or just plain luck, but it's something, at least.
Needless to say, I really want that mindwipe right about now. I don't even care if they're done calibrating, I want it done with. Unfortunately, I'm back in 21st century Cardiff. We're in the Harwood's Haulage office; Andy's gone to return his books and I'm shutting myself in the TARDIS for a day or so until to urge to sonic screwdrive my own head open recedes a bit. Feel free to stop by.
Some days, I really hate myself.