Doing the Math in his Head
Who: Remy & OPEN
Where: Sitting the Amusement Park
When: Evening, before light's out, Jan 14
What: Remy is beginning to make some plans that will hopefully end in him and a few others making a break for it.

There were so many ways that one could make themselves forget that this was not a normal place. If you squinted a little, it looked almost as if it were just some weird college campus on Family Day since there were children occasionally running in packs like wild dogs. They had a tendency to do that whenever they weren't in training. Remy was doing his favorite thing, sitting on a railing in the amusement park watching the world go by and listening to the calliope as the Merry Go Round went around and around in that dazzlingly hypnotic way.

Remy was hard to hypnotize unless he wanted it to happen, his brain just seemed to process its way through things without get caught in it. A good skill to have for a thief really. Since there were always a dozen or more distractions when you were trying to crack a safe without making a lot of noise. Being able to work right through it was a wonderful thing. In this case, he wanted to be hypnotized, he wanted to forget about the world around him.

Violet had shaken him. The Maze had shaken him. This place, they needed to get out of this place. It was hard to believe that Richard and Tracy were dead, but Violet wasn't the type to lie. She was one of those disturbingly truthful women. She had a bad habit of playing physical games with you, but she didn't lie about the facts of life. She sure as hell wouldn't lie about her little boy. Richard had been the center of her universe. Richard was her sun and Tracy her moon. Her whole life went with those two. Then there was the fact that Violet didn't cry. She screamed, she had a really bad tendency to throw things or try to do major damage by setting people on fire or the like, but crying really wasn't her gig. It did nothing for her. Yet she'd sat there in his arms and she had cried like a little girl; sobbed into his shoulder until she was almost asleep.

That had been more than even he could take. She seemed to have recovered from it, but the memory haunted him. There had to be a way to leave here. If nothing else, one could disappear into human society, surviving on the edge of human society. There were always ways to survive off the grid. He was a thief. Those who did business with him didn't want anything to do with authority in any way. There would always be people who were willing to do business with him.

First there was getting off the island. He needed to find out as much as he could about the movements of the things that came on and off the island. Not to mention seeing if he could find a way to permanently disable and remove the collars without blowing anyone's head off or triggering the poisons that were in some of them. He could tick off the things he needed to figure out on one hand. The question was how to get the information. Keeping his ears open had given him a lot of info on the interior workings of Revolve, perhaps the most important piece being that the man in charge had a pet that could shred a person down to coleslaw in under sixty seconds. Not exactly the kind of creature that he wanted to try and go toe to toe with. Then there was that girl who could change reality. Whose side was she on? Probably not a good thing if she was on the side of the oppressors, that would be a pretty damn big hurdle to have to jump.

Asking questions meant that others would start to notice. Meant he had to be careful about who he talked to. Except that being stuck on Blue block meant that he wasn't dealing with those who might have access to the right kind of information. There was that girl, Rogue, the one from Yellow Block. She might have some info he could use.

That lead to getting close to her. After all, he didn't know quite enough to work at getting to near her. Oh well, he liked challenges.