Wednesday, April 24
monday
i like the fact that kohlberg has so many alternative entrances; i've been using them. also, i've been checking e-mail even more often than usual, hoping for game updates. this was a great day for gathering information. after class, i ran into Danielle in the library, and got some from her; meanwhile there were attempts to set up a double-assassination conspiracy wherein Brigid and Zabby would both meet their makers on the way to CPR class in the evening - I wasn't so hot on the idea of betraying E, but it seemed like a decent setup. Stef was in on it too, hope it's okay to reveal that now - and Elizabeth was still trusting enough to let her take her out to dinner in the ville; which became the setup instead. I was home for much of the day; listening to Warren Zevon and wondering whether to write record reviews for the week, and reading Dewey and Saint-Exupéry and peoples weblogs. Lunch was a bagel with all that good stuff.
I left the house at about six-thirty, first to Pearson to see if Rizzi was available (nope - Susan Lipsett from Haverford had taken it, just my luck), and then back off campus and down Chester to the train station. I saw Stef and Zab approaching, and figured I'd better get out of the way - but the ambush didn't happen, because they were late and because Adrienne had been at the train station when she was there. I moved along, headed towards the tunnel, where Brigid was scheduled to emerge around seven. I scoped it out, but it just felt too risky - she would find me out, and I might or might not take her out in the process. So I skittered away from there too. Quite worked up by this time, I came around past Olde Club and checked to see if the other side of the tunnel seemed any more promising. But no, I decided, hiding behind some evergreens, it was even worse. So I just went to LPAC early; checked in all the shower stalls and then changed at ease, sat in the hallway reading lpp and waiting for class. But there was hardly a class - only eight people showed up, due to the housing lottery (Brigid was there, too, as it turned out - so my ambush would have been futile anyway). Among them were Claudia and Jessica, both of whom had fallen earlier in the day, and had plenty of useful information for me - deaths and assignments, and the possibility that B was already on to me. It was, actually, a great class. Really short - we started late and ended early, so it was less than an hour in total - and mostly spent on a fun across-the-floor sequence that other people were having just as much trouble with as I was (Chomsky?).
We were out of class at 8:30, but rather than go to the lottery to see if Brig was there (and if I had I would have witnessed some spirit chasings, or some I'm told) I just went to SAC. The meeting, which Cookie had promised would be little more than an hour, was 1:20. We heard four proposals, some very extravagant and last minute, and then realized we didn't have any money to fund them anyway - assuming we're footing the bill for movies on the beach since StuCo blew their money on that silly carnival or something. Back home, where Rebecca had assembled a remarkable compendium of knowledge about the game. Together with the bits I had gleaned from Danielle, Claudia, Jessica, and others, we were able to figure out all kinds of things - we had the "loop" figured out down to nine subsections (several of which were individuals), and we knew the ten people of whom nine comprised the death squad. (I don't know if this was obvious to anyone else, but Jen sent an e-mail saying that at one point there were "24 dead, 27 living" - leaving nine out of the original sixty who aren't part of the cycle, hence must be the death squad.) And by the next morning (Tuesday), thanks to Rabi's unexpected message on this site (she hasn't mentioned it once on her own site, for whatever reason) we knew exactly who was on the squad. I'm not sure quite how that information is helpful. I also narrowed down a list of who might be after me to eight names. All of this was conducted nervously and tensely, since Becca was anxious about the impending doom of the death squad. Apparently, 14 people were marked, so it's not surprising that the squad never came for her - there was some intense and prolonged banging on the double-locked door, but it turned out just to be Joel, who finds this all highly highly amusing.
tears on your blackmail
written to ransom
a point of the fingernail
says he's so hansome
i like the fact that kohlberg has so many alternative entrances; i've been using them. also, i've been checking e-mail even more often than usual, hoping for game updates. this was a great day for gathering information. after class, i ran into Danielle in the library, and got some from her; meanwhile there were attempts to set up a double-assassination conspiracy wherein Brigid and Zabby would both meet their makers on the way to CPR class in the evening - I wasn't so hot on the idea of betraying E, but it seemed like a decent setup. Stef was in on it too, hope it's okay to reveal that now - and Elizabeth was still trusting enough to let her take her out to dinner in the ville; which became the setup instead. I was home for much of the day; listening to Warren Zevon and wondering whether to write record reviews for the week, and reading Dewey and Saint-Exupéry and peoples weblogs. Lunch was a bagel with all that good stuff.
I left the house at about six-thirty, first to Pearson to see if Rizzi was available (nope - Susan Lipsett from Haverford had taken it, just my luck), and then back off campus and down Chester to the train station. I saw Stef and Zab approaching, and figured I'd better get out of the way - but the ambush didn't happen, because they were late and because Adrienne had been at the train station when she was there. I moved along, headed towards the tunnel, where Brigid was scheduled to emerge around seven. I scoped it out, but it just felt too risky - she would find me out, and I might or might not take her out in the process. So I skittered away from there too. Quite worked up by this time, I came around past Olde Club and checked to see if the other side of the tunnel seemed any more promising. But no, I decided, hiding behind some evergreens, it was even worse. So I just went to LPAC early; checked in all the shower stalls and then changed at ease, sat in the hallway reading lpp and waiting for class. But there was hardly a class - only eight people showed up, due to the housing lottery (Brigid was there, too, as it turned out - so my ambush would have been futile anyway). Among them were Claudia and Jessica, both of whom had fallen earlier in the day, and had plenty of useful information for me - deaths and assignments, and the possibility that B was already on to me. It was, actually, a great class. Really short - we started late and ended early, so it was less than an hour in total - and mostly spent on a fun across-the-floor sequence that other people were having just as much trouble with as I was (Chomsky?).
We were out of class at 8:30, but rather than go to the lottery to see if Brig was there (and if I had I would have witnessed some spirit chasings, or some I'm told) I just went to SAC. The meeting, which Cookie had promised would be little more than an hour, was 1:20. We heard four proposals, some very extravagant and last minute, and then realized we didn't have any money to fund them anyway - assuming we're footing the bill for movies on the beach since StuCo blew their money on that silly carnival or something. Back home, where Rebecca had assembled a remarkable compendium of knowledge about the game. Together with the bits I had gleaned from Danielle, Claudia, Jessica, and others, we were able to figure out all kinds of things - we had the "loop" figured out down to nine subsections (several of which were individuals), and we knew the ten people of whom nine comprised the death squad. (I don't know if this was obvious to anyone else, but Jen sent an e-mail saying that at one point there were "24 dead, 27 living" - leaving nine out of the original sixty who aren't part of the cycle, hence must be the death squad.) And by the next morning (Tuesday), thanks to Rabi's unexpected message on this site (she hasn't mentioned it once on her own site, for whatever reason) we knew exactly who was on the squad. I'm not sure quite how that information is helpful. I also narrowed down a list of who might be after me to eight names. All of this was conducted nervously and tensely, since Becca was anxious about the impending doom of the death squad. Apparently, 14 people were marked, so it's not surprising that the squad never came for her - there was some intense and prolonged banging on the double-locked door, but it turned out just to be Joel, who finds this all highly highly amusing.
tears on your blackmail
written to ransom
a point of the fingernail
says he's so hansome
