This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time...

Jan 24, 2009 10:39

Somewhere in the basement of the Gauche, there is a room that has been procured for the sake of eventual D&D tournaments, although, at this point, the only furnishing is a rather large table sans chairs. Laying on top of the table, using a stack of D&D guidebooks as a pillow is Andrew Wells, who seems to be speaking something into a tape recorder instead of his usual camcorder. The tape recorder might have been originally for him to dictate things he needs to make his "secret" underground D&D tournament happen, but now all he seems to be doing is making up random and presumably witty narration for later use in his documentaries.

Possibly someone watched Fight Club last night.

In the Prophet's complex, Eli Kelly is very, very twitchy, which is both a combination of the fact that he hasn't fed in awhile (of his own volition and he intends to feed when he gets too edgy) and the fact that his visions have been particularly hard and fast and bit too frequent here lately. Clearly, some things are going down/about to go down, although most of it is too vague to grasp. At the moment, he's sitting in a chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest in a restless staccato beat and looking through his journal with forced concentration, trying to see if there's any similarities in the patterns of these new visions in some of the old ones that might shed some light on the vagueness.

penny (what's-her-name), eli kelly, andrew wells, aubrey ringland, amber erin mckeenan

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