SOS CQ DE 40.4166N; 3.7038W? = CQ PLS
SRY FOR BEING A DEBBIE DOWNER BUT THEY SAY VENTING IS HEALTHY SO
IDK WHY IM SO PRONE TO LONG WINDED DIRE WARNINGS
MAYBE BECSE I NEED AT LEAST SOME SENSE OF CONTROL
LIKE IM ACTUALLY DOING SOME GOOD BY BEING ALIVE AND HERE; A NET BENEFIT
BECSE IF I WAS A HORRIBLE PERSON BEFORE MEMORY LOSS; THEN THAT DOESNT ERASE ANYTHING
I FEEL LIKE A REAL MOTHER IN LAW KIND OF PERSON SOMETIMES
SO THE PHOTOGRAPHS I WANTED TO SHOW YOU ARENT COMING THROUGH; SIGNAL NOT STRONG ENOUGH
WANTED TO SHOW YOU THINGS; HAD A WHOLE PHOTO SERIES PLANNED; BUT WHAT NOW?
I WANT TO BE A GOOD PERSON TO SOMEONE; THEN ID BE A NET BENEFIT AND NOT SOME ASSWIPE WITH A KARMIC CLEAN SLATE. I WANT TO GO HOME; BUT I DONT REMEMBER ENOUGH ABOUT HOME TO MISS IT WHICH IS FUCKED UP
AND EVEN IF MY FRIENDS AND LIFEBLOOD ARE HERE THIS WORLD WILL NEVER BE HOME EITHER
ALGERNON IS A STUPID ASS NAME
GOING TO ZERO ISLE ON SOME FLIPPIN CARAVAN IS A BUST; THERE WAS NEVER GOING TO BE ANYTHING HERE FOR ME BESIDES THIS PHONE
AND EVEN IF THERE IS SOMETHING TO THIS CANDLEWICK PHANTOM CRYPTID; THEN I GUESS ITS MYTHOS WONT UNRAVEL ANYTIME SOON
SO THE ONLY POWER I REALLY HAVE IS TO SCROLL TUMBLR
(K SO I SUPPOSE THERE IS ONE THING I HAVENT TRIED YET BUT)
THIS BLOG WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN SOS
ASK ME ANYTHING; IM A CHESPIN; SEND HELP.
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Auburn was only pretending to sleep, as he often did. He could hear the tell-tale tip tap as Algernon pecked away at the cracked phone screen with a stylus.
It — this blog and its contents — was an unhealthy coping mechanism and everyone knew it, but Auburn supposed he shouldn't be one to judge. And if the mechanism was clearly working, then whose to say it was ultimately unhealthy?
(The important thing to know about Auburn is that he is very good at convincing himself of things.)
Leland had taken first watch tonight, as the Oshawott was most attuned to the weave of Zero Island Center and could give warning if, say, the floor warped back on itself and crushed them, or some dungeon-construct Pokémon somewhere activated a trap and everyone began turning into food, or if the sky simply started to fall as though the world was hollow and you could touch the sky.
To make camp in a mystery dungeon was to court the unfathomable. Woe to those who rested too long.
Yes, given Leland sprang from that same clade of unfathomable, she was a shoe-in for first watch. The Pikachu found he was proud like a brother would be at what she'd grown into.
(Neither of them talked about the early days anymore when Leland would scream about relatives who didn't exist, and sometimes the two would start hitting each other because they had no other way of laying themselves bare without speaking and shattering the fragile dichotomy they had built, and so one day she heads out to at least buy a punching bag and comes back after several days with a Chespin.)
Grovyle, on his part, was snoring like a log. Imputent snot, Auburn wryly added to himself, as another self-induced distraction tactic.
His sleep-drifting thoughts kept sailing back to the Algernon Quandry, and then the captain of his ship yelled "No! Port anywhere but there!" and so the ship of Auburn's mind reversed course, and the dungeons out at sea set them to a random heading and they sailed into the eldritch dawn, and soon Auburn was no longer pretending to sleep.
"Why, where are you off to, Ratty?" asked the Drilbur in great surprise, grasping him by the arm.
"Going South, with the rest of them," murmured the Pikachu in a dreamy monotone, never looking at him. "Seawards first and then on shipboard, and so to the shores that are calling me!"
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