Made contact with the protest group around the time it happened. They may be interested in talking to you. To reiterate, four of our meek and mild little unit were sent to the cooler. I visited Jesse, bought Jade ice cream afterwards.
My powers were called into use once again, this time to prank the “hockey widows” group. I animated a stuffed octopus to dance at them. Octopuses is apparently also an acceptable pluralisation of it (sorry Mum), and they have arms, not legs. But then there’s also octopods.
I didn’t invent the rules.
Have been helping Rose work on her projects. She’s the girl on Team Eagle who has technokinesis. It’s pretty cool and hopefully it helps her get to Phase II of wherever she wants to be with her own powers. The other day when I worked with her, she wanted me to use a glove which has a projectile function. I’ve never tried to get the objects I manipulate to throw things before. I suppose in theory it’s possible if the furniture has an appendage which would allow it to grip a ball, say, but I’m not sure what the aim of the average chair would be like.
Over in Team “Jailbird” Toucan we’re working on extreme hug therapy with Ivan. I suppose what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? We’re still taking the mickey out of our new team leader; it’s good for morale. Moa, the Swedish girl, has come out of her shell a lot this year. Our latest new recruit is some Polish girl, Wiki (yes really) who’s a bit like the Pamela Des Barres of the Tumblr generation. Was caught manufacturing drugs for her muso boyfriend or the like - definitely take out shop rag material. Jace seems to be finding it all vaguely disturbing.
Who else is there? Taki’s same old, same old. Claudia’s still taking over your job where I’m concerned, Mum. She’s pretty gutted about not making the Vol Squad – Anthony’s on that. I didn’t fill out the form, doubt I’m military enough for the gig or interested one way or another. I support the endeavour in principle, but would just like a little more transparency out of it and some unasked questions I have answered first. Julian – his latest project is taking pictures of people as they’re talking. Pad’s been cheerful yet mysterious – I suspect A Girl. His Lothario roommate got schooled by the Eagle ladies a while ago, given the whole Aretha Franklin spiel and has since amended his ways. There was a Capture the Flag game between Condor and Peacock which featured flame throwers (no one was injured or sued – this is IVI). I’m also going to talk a group of Canadians through the finer points of rugby next weekend, you’ll be pleased to know.
I don’t know how much this is worth in terms of actual content. But it’s probably more important that I write rather than what I write. I’m alive and as well as can be. I suppose you have to thank my serial nonchalance for that. Things seem to wash off my back more easily than most others. I could examine the ramifications of just how used I’ve become to not being able to zip off down to the local pub and catch the ferry across the Mersey for a movie, but I don’t see how introspection of this nature would serve me, to be honest. They can’t keep us here forever, yeah? Just think of it as being extreme reinforcement of my curfew.