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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:15 pm
 // a secret sleeping in the deep blue sea // rowan taylor // tricrepicephalus coria [equinox]
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:15 pm
// equinox Name// Equinox ('Equy') Age// Imago Gender// Male Appearance// Purple... thingie... with orange and yellow... other thingies. Size// Watermelon Occupation// Tank-floater, lots-of-stuff-eater. Location// Currently living under the auspices of the Institute, along with Rowan. Personality// Floaty. Whee!
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:17 pm
// rowan
Name// Rowan Taylor
Age// 20
Gender// Female
Appearance// Caucasian skin prone to freckle; curly shoulder-length auburn hair prone to tangle; green eyes. Five feet four inches tall, 120 pounds. Wears her hair half-down, half-up in a bun held by two pencils of whatever color or lead weight she happens to be using at a time. Prefers comfortable clothing, t-shirts and jeans.
Nationality// American mutt.
Occupation// Art History student.
Location// Currently living under the auspices of the Institute, along with Equinox.
Personality// Active, agressive, intense, talkative.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 8:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 9:00 pm
//the past.... from rowan's weblog Goddamn, finally - the servers for this hosting service are back up! Not that, y'know, I'm really angry about it, since the datacenter got pretty well beaten up in the quake... but sheesh, you'd think if classes start up again they could get the university servers up too. Then again, thinking of how mad this's gonna make Caleb is pretty sweet. CS majors, haha - he was thinking he'd get a good month more off as opposed to us art student peons. Must remember to rub it in his face later. He deserves it for all that talk about "oh, paiiiints... those are easy, so low-tech, all you need's a damn candle and presto." Hah. Lost all my earlier entries, but that's alright. Damn lucky the university is still here - thank god that when they build this place they build it on ******** bedrock. Not quite feeling like living through the apocalypse this lifetime, thanks. Family's okay. They lived far enough away to avoid all this s**t. Would move if I wasn't so damn devoted to this place - and if I didn't want to wring my freaking degree out of the dean's boney fingers. Thank god I was pulling an all-nighter instead of sleeping or the bunkbed collapsing would have killed me. Good thing Cher was sleeping on the top bunk - she was okay. Fell a few feet when the bed went down but it was okay. Jesus. They say the beaches are shot all to hell. Maybe once the cleanup and recovery is all finished I can drive the hour and a half and see. I hope the landscapes I loved painting aren't totally screwed. from rowan's weblog School sucks. Midterms suck. Goddamn, people, it's not enough we have to get our brains shaken out by a quake, now we gotta have them mushed up by tests and portfolio reviews... thanks TONS, prof. no, really, let me give you a punch in the freaking face to thank you.
Eh, just bitter by now. It's been long enough that the quake is only used as an excuse by lamers - and those who really lost people of course. That s**t's messed up. Delia down the hall's a ******** mess, her mom was driving home (yeah, driving - no 'copter, she's a scholarship kid - doesn't matter usually but this time it ******** did) during the quake and the overpass collapsed. God. Her mom's house caught fire from a leaky gas main and electrical sparks, she said. No dad, no siblings, just them. No house. No family. Just the ******** dorms.
Thank god me 'n mine are okay. Friends all made it through. We dormies are tough.
But yeah, no excuse. Kevin promised he'd try to take me down to the coast next week, they're reopening the highways and stuff then since cleanup's almost done. I need a break.
Speaking of which, time to go back to work. ******** class="clear"> from rowan's weblog It wasn't a goddamn date, Kevin - I don't feel that way about you, man... you're an awesome friend, but geez, don't wreck it with all this love business. Come on. You know I love ya, but not like that. 'k? Anyway, now that the drama's over with - trip. It's amazing how fast they can do rebuilding and recovery these days, but I guess that's what all this high-tech s**t is for, right? Kevin borrowed his family's 'copter for it too, so we got a real bird's-eye view. s**t, it's devastated. Clean-up crews were still out on the beach, they said all kinds of crazy s**t, mostly dead sealife, is washing up with every tide. All the outcrops I loved are gone, crumbled into the ocean. Guess that means I can't finish the painting I started last time. Good thing I saved the sketches for memory's sake. Kevin and I were crawling along part of a cliff that was still solid to try and see if the rock we carved our names into once was still there. He found a tidepool that was amazingly free of dead stuff, except for this weird jelly-like gunk. Looked kinda like the frog's eggs we had to examine in biology before I got out of the science department for good. He emptied his water bottle and filled it with seawater and that scunge... said some of his friends in bio would think it was interesting. What the ******** ever. Sorry, Kevin, beach scunge holds no appeal for me unless I can draw it, and I'm not drawing all that shiny s**t. Don't want to kill my hand. It was a nice day, I guess. We left at dusk and I swear to god, there was this ******** glowing line that went out into the ocean as far as we could see. Guess the news isn't as full of s**t as I thought - they were so goddamn sensationlist after the quake, I swear I'll never trust them again. (The uni collapsed my a**, thanks so much for scaring the s**t out of my family. ********.) But I guess they weren't lying about the glowing... thing. It was kind of pretty. Maybe I'll draw it later, since I did a quich sketch of it from the 'copter and all. from rowan's weblog Just because I have 'saltwater experience' because I had some tropical fish two semesters ago. ******** you. Why'd you take them if you didn't know how to take care of them? Geez. Dug out the old tank from storage - somehow it wasn't cracked - and all the other aquarium care s**t too. I guess the noise of the filter is sort of soothing. Cher said it was, anyway, which is good - if it pissed her off this s**t would have been GONE, Kevin's whining or no. (Sorry Kev. Love you. But not that way. Y'know.) So now I have one aquarium, and one pile of scunge that just sort of sits on the bottom and chills. John, Kev's roommate, the bio major - he says he's not sure what kind of eggs they are and he's got too much to do to care (he's taking ochem this semester, hah, poor ********) but they're alive. Gave me some vitamins and crap to put in the water. Whatever. So yeah. Welcome to Franklin Hall #34B, scunge.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 9:45 pm
// scunge.... from rowan's weblog Yeah, haven't posted for a while. Bite me. You try taking 18 units and still have time for a life. There's nothing really new to blog about anyway. Unless you want to talk about the hairy-a** model we had in life drawing the other day, but I sure ******** don't, so that's not happening. So sorry. Uhm. I guess the scunge sort of hatched. It's kind of cute, this little... crawly purple thing. It doesn't look like a frog, or a tadpole. But it eats any kind of fishfood really hungrily. It works, I guess. Whatever. Maybe I should name it. Calling it 'scunge' forever is sort of... I dunno. Weird. I think I need to go get drunk or something. from rowan's weblog e-qui-nox n. Either of two points on the celestial sphere at which the ecliptic intersects the celestial equator. Good to know. I named the scunge that, by the way. Equy. Kevin laughed at me, saying it was typical art student crazy. I told him I'd name it '********' after him if he didn't shut up. He did. Hah. from rowan's weblog My brain keeps drifting in class. I usually don't have such a hard time concentrating, but then boom. Second my interest gets lost, daydream time. Swimmy, damp daydreams. Maybe my subconcious wants me to join the swim team? Fat ******** chance. from rowan's weblog I drew these critters in life drawing in the margins of my sketches... little alien-looking things. Almost didn't realize I'd done it until they were almost finished. Y'know when you're in the artist's zone? Time doesn't mean anything anymore and you can just draw? They say it's when the right brain (or is it the left? god, I don't know) is active - you lose track of stuff. Never lost track of a whole set of drawings before, but whatever. Maybe it means I'm improving? from rowan's weblog Sat down and sketched Equy tonight. I swear, the little s**t was posing. Floating along all pretty next to the glass like he knew what I was doing. Sheesh. If I didn't know better... Kevin brought John over to look at it again. He got a funny look on his face but he wouldn't tell me why. Whatever. The ochem must be eating his brain alive. from rowan's weblog Cher threw a printout from the AP datafeed at me this morning. Some critter came out of eggs on a beach. Some critter from like... the ******** past. Like the coecelanth or however the hell you spell it. "Do you think yours is like that?" she said, all shrill and s**t. She looked scared, I swear to god, scared of something the size of her hand that can't leave the water. Geez. Equy looks nothing like this... Snowline critter. Nah. Besides, I bet the media is just full of s**t. Again. As usual. Cher keeps giving the tank weird looks though. I'm not sure if she liked the news or not, I really can't tell. She needs to calm the ******** down, though, she's freaking me out just a BIT. And I gotta study... finals are coming up. Too soon. from rowan's weblog Holy ******** turned into a goddamn child. The creature from the news. The creature that came from eggs on that ******** beach where I ******** found Equy. What the HELL is going on here?! from rowan's weblog I'm going to fail my finals if this keeps up, but I can't stop researching this stuff. I just can't. Call it crazy art student if you must but goddamn... Equy...
I think I'm dreaming like I'm Equy or one of his friends (if he had any) at night. It's too weird. Sometimes I even sort of see myself asleep in the bunk, though it's not... quite like what people-sight looks like. Dreams are weird.
I don't understand how that could be possible. They're calling 'em 'Cambrians' now... creatures from the past who... evolve really quickly? Hell if I know, but... god, this is too much.
For a second I felt like just ******** flushing Equy to get rid of the whole problem, but I couldn't.... do it. It made me feel like crying, just the ******** class="clear">
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 10:20 pm
//run away.... from rowan's weblog, protected Cher told me rather excitedly this morning that she'd stand by me and Equy no matter what. Naturally, I asked her what the ******** she was on and if she'd share. Cue another datafeed printout fling. Apparently there's this... almost terrorist-type group, though some people think they're right. They're called Pikaia's Children. They say the Cambrians are... freaks, going to destroy the world or something. Some s**t about quantum and timelines and things I can't get my head around, too goddamn sciencey for me. But they tried to kill some. Kill the owner, even, or I guess in this case it'd be a parent... Apparently having this goddamn crawly thing is a cue for ******** gunmen to come after you. I hope this is more media sensationalism. I really, really, really ******** hope it is. from rowan's weblog, protected I caught John skulking around in here. Near Equy's tank. Kicked him out. He looked... god, I don't know. Skeezy, I guess. Shifty. And this is John! I've known him and Kevin for two ******** years. What's he doing acting like this? I don't think he did anything to Equy. I hate that I have to think about that. Goddamnit. from rowan's weblog, protected Cher and I started locking the door. Somebody tried to get in last night through the window. ...... ********, it's only a crawly thing! How is Equy going to hurt anything?! Why should anyone be scared? I think Cher thinks it's a game. She thinks it's very exciting. I think it's ******** scary. from rowan's weblog, protected Holy ********, take two - Cher woke me up this morning flailing around.
Equy... grew. During the night. He barely fits in his tank now!! I've heard that sometimes fish grow to the limits of their environment but Equy's taking it too damn far!
And how the hell does anything grow that much in one night?!
He's ravenous.
I think I'm gonna see if the marine biology department has any... I don't know, spare tanks. Cher's friend Kristin is in the doctorate program. I think she'd help.
I repeat: holy ******** class="clear"> from rowan's weblog, protected Got Equy a new tank. They have an installation in the bottom of this building near the lower classrooms, a room that hasn't been used in ages. Fortunately Kristin thinks it's fascinating. Cher says we can trust her. I set up a cot in there. God knows why when even the shitty mattress on my bunk is more comfortable, but I don't like leaving Equy alone. I think he really likes his new tank. I forgot about my portfolio review. Totally ******** hosed. Wonderful. from rowan's weblog, protected .... jesus ********... I caught him trying to drop some ******** chemical into Equy's tank. Chlorine. Shock poison. He said it defied the natural order of life. Kevin had to punch him out to make him stop - thank god Kev walked me back to feed Equy just then, I couldn't have taken John alone. The world is going <******** crazy. I can't do this alone anymore. from rowan's weblog, protected Tricrepicephalus coria. It's a kind of trilobite. The fossil pictures look like Equy, only, y'know. Dead. Equy... really is one of them. ... is he going to turn into a child too? Goddamn... from rowan's weblog, protected Kristin knows somebody at a research center near the beach where I found Equy. The Jianfeng Institute, s'called. She said that's where the Cambrians have gathered. Some of the researchers have them, which makes sense... and they're calling in others for protection and ******** protection. I told her to give them my cell phone number. from rowan's weblog, protected The Institute has gotten in touch with me. They made an offer of shelter, study and care. I can even take distance courses, since my studio class requirements are all but done (even though I'm taking a C in life drawing - it's passing, ******** it). Art history doesn't exactly require you to be right there, unlike studio drawing and painting and crap. I think I have to take it. Kristin said Cher could come visit. ... Equy, goddamnit. My own personal earthquake.
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