Wednesday, June 07, 2006

tired, tired, tired tuesday...

So i got to work today, and everyone was a little odd. It was like something about them was missing. They looked like ghosts, all pale and tired. Everyone did what they did every day, but they looked a bit sluggish, and i couldn't work out why. I thought maybe there was a party everyone went to that i didn't get invited to. That's happened to me before, people holding parties and leaving me out of them.

Anyway, finding Sumael was easy. I was delivering some electronics down to 13-F when i bumped into him. He seemed as tired as all the rest of them, kind of dazed and confused and generally out of it. I said 'oh hey man i have some stuff you ordered from a friend,' and he was like '...huh?' so i said, 'here' and gave him the 'sensitive materials'. He opened the bag and said '...oh... right. i'd, um... completely forgotten. Um, could you take this stuff to the dorms for me? Also, there's a big grey book near my bed. Give that to Peter,' and then he gave me some batman comics.

I headed down to the dorms and it was just empty. You could have told me that there was no one left in the whole factory and i might have believed you. But then i heard something so i followed the sound down a corridor and down another one and through a door and suddenly i was lost. I opened another door and found myself in a corridor that looked vaguely familiar. It had a kind of light green feel to it, and i could hear people further down it so i headed towards them, but before i could get there someone grabbed me and threw me up against the wall.

Turned out it was that guy in the suit with the sunglasses. He got up real close to me and he said real seriously 'What the hell did you do?' and i thought he was mad because i had skipped work yesterday so i said 'oh man i'm way sorry but it was just such a nice day i had to enjoy it you know?' and he was all like 'what the hell does that mean? Is that some sort of code? I don't take well to code Blake, and i can break you. i will break you. Where is she?' and i said, 'Turbo is a guy dog, i swear to god. And he's at home. I know i can't bring him to work, and i never have.' and he said 'Turbo? What the hell are you talking about?' and i said 'what are you talking about?'

Then he paused for a moment, and looked at me real careful like. He said, 'Relm. I'm talking about Relm. Where is she?' I didn't know who he was talking about. I said 'Relm?', and he said, 'the guitarist Blake. The girl guitarist. Her name is Relm. I know you bumped into her, and i need you to tell me where she went.' I said 'She went somewhere?' and he said 'she left last night, and no one knows where she went. This is really important Blake. Really important.' I told him i had no idea where she was and he said 'i think you may be the only one who can find her Blake. I don't know what will happen if she's gone much longer...' and with that he pushed me out through a door and locked it.

I was back out in the factory, so i just went back to work. Everyone was moving so slow. By the end of the day everyone was really exhausted. Grung and Lanks couldn't work out what was going on, and they said they felt like they just wanted to go to sleep for a while.

I went back home to Peter and Roger and Peter got heaps mad that i'd forgotten the big grey book. Roger was convinced it was a conspiracy. He said that first i wormed my way into his home, which had become unsafe, then i blocked off their communication to headquarters, which was sleeping soundly in the corner, and now i'd forgotten a vital piece of information to aid the resistance, which he knew meant only bad things and muffin bots. I said i would get it tomorrow but Roger said time was a wasting and i was a wasting it.

I went outside in the night air and i thought i heard quitar girl playing something, but maybe i think i just wanted to hear her. My mind can sometimes be funny like that, playing tricks on me and such. I wonder where she went to? I hope she is ok, wherever she is...

Blake out.

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