In the Air Tonight

I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I wish I could say there was some sort of reason, but really, it was just lethargy. I went over and over the research Lyron had given me, looking for those tidbits of information, and the rest of the time, I just enjoyed having a roof over my head.

Thanksgiving dinner was...awkward. Both Kenny and I were still engrossed with the research, but we still paused to eat the turkey that Lyron had generously bought. It was pretty good, even though I am not sure when she had time to cook it.

There is a diary in with the research. It had one of those old stamps in the front where you fill in your name; in the space was the name "Alicia Cook." It looked like the diary came from the early 20th century, probably during the First World War (Alicia makes reference to the fact that her father has gone off to fight in the "war against the Hun.")

She also makes references to something she calls "the Music of the Spheres." It's music only she can hear, music that influences her thoughts and what she says and does. She believes that it is the singing of angels and "their invisible influence helps me survive in this world."

Halfway through the diary, Alicia notices a gray patch of mold growing on her leg. Removing even part of it hurts, so she leaves it alone and it grows and grows.

This is the last entry:

i was wrong about the music. it was not my invisible angels singing to me. i think, instead, it was the devil himself and i gave into his temptations. his voice bombards me now. the grayness has spread across my chest and neck. it hurts to even touch it. 

the music sings to me now. it wants me to spread this infection. it wants me to walk from city to city and spread its influence, like typhoid mary. i have barely any resistance left. it can make me do whatever it wishes. 

tomorrow is guy fawkes night. our remaining family shall build a bonfire. and when it is as hot as the fires of hell itself, i shall perform my last rebellion against the devil and throw myself into the fire. i shall burn this infection and myself along with it. 

god forgive me, 

alicia cook

This corresponds to other instances of the Choir turning their victims into Carriers or "Grayskins."

I still wish I knew more, though. There is just this...foreboding in the air. Like we've rested for so long, something must happen. Something is bound to happen, no matter what.

Girl Anachronism

Part of me wants to leave this house. Part of me wants to get on the next bus or just take off running. Part of me wants to burn it to the ground.

Why, you ask? Because we've been here a few weeks. A few weeks with a roof over my head and a soft bed at night. A few weeks of hot showers. A few weeks of no worries. Hakuna matata motherfuckers.

And I know it's going to end. Because it has to. Nothing lasts that long, especially if you are a runner. Something will happen - Lyron will get tired of us and try to kill us (probably not likely, but possible), one of the Fears she doesn't work for will attack (most probable), a comet will crash into the earth creating a thousand years of darkness (very unlikely, but still), maybe none of those things, but something will happen.

And we will have to run. And we will miss the roof over our heads and the soft beds and the hot showers. It's like Lyron is saying, "Here. Here are all the things you are going to miss. Go on, enjoy them, that just means you'll miss them more."

In other news, I have been reading about the Choir. Lyron gave us packets of information and mine was filled with reports and articles and studies all about our good old grey fungi friends. Needless to say, most of it is contradictory, most of the witness statements are less than useless, but there are nuggets of gold. I just need to find them.

Speaking of Lyron, she and Kenny were put off (well, that's putting it mildly) to something I said during the interview. I think she's avoiding me, which is fine by me. Kenny, however, seems so inquisitive that I think he's going to ask me a million questions whenever we're in the same room.

Well, back to research. And I thought I wouldn't have any more homework when I started running.

Know Your Enemy

So here's what we've been doing for the past week.

Needless to say, it is not what I expected.

Lyron is nice. It's kind of disconcerting, knowing that this person who serves multiple eldritch abominations is  nice. And she's not like, nice-to-meet-you-now-leave-nice. She has a genuine niceness. A sister-niceness.

Which doesn't mean I won't burn her house down if I have to. As soon as she set us up in her spare rooms, I set up several contingencies in case we needed to leave in a hurry.

I also don't have any qualms about spending her money. Money is money, doesn't matter where it came from. Hell, a majority of the money in the US has cocaine on it. True story.

I just wish Kenny would ask her for information already. I don't think the Choir will mess up his information - but it may mess up any questions I ask, so I've been trying to avoid talking. Believe me, I've had to hold in a million questions and if Kenny doesn't start asking soon, I may toss my apprehensions about the Choir aside and ask myself.