To those who may read this:
I am posting this on my journal so hopefully my friends in Aekea might stumble upon this. I also informed my two robots in the shop. You might see that The Pit Stop is closed again, maybe not. But it is, and I am sorry. My life has changed drastically ever since Halloween and I don't know how to handle this.
Many of you know that I was given my human body again in return for helping the OverSeer. Being able to be human again was amazing; I had forgotten what it felt like to actually smile, to brush my hair, to truly feel the sun on my skin. As weird as this sounds, I could feel myself dying and I cherished each moment.
But once the OverSeer lost his demi-god powers, things started to change. Everytime I would go to sleep, I would feel as if I was floating in the ocean. I would wake up tasting salt water. Then suddenly my clothes would literally turn into water and reshape themselves into new clothes. How am I supposed to react to that?!
Then I started looking different. I've been trying to hide it as best I can. But my eyes have changed; they are bright and are the color of the open sea. My golden curls have turned white and straight. I black out after feeling as if I am drowning, only to find myself waking up a few moments later drenched. I even coughed up a pearl for Lanzer's sake!
So I don't know what to do; I'm scared. I went to the airship where the Overseer and Sentinel were, and brought hundreds of things I no longer needed. He recognized me instantly, despite my disguise and my change in appearance. Our eyes met, and no words were needed. Well, I couldn't get any words out; I collapsed.
Despite the Sentinel's opinion, I am allowed to accompany them on the airship. They both think I have some of the OverSeer's powers, somehow. It might be residual, or it might be something else. I laugh as I type this; Sentinel, OverSeer and I are learning how to be human together.
We need to find Jack. I need his help.
If you read this then you know where I am. I am sorry I couldn't tell you this face to face. I can't even look at myself anymore. Feel free to write me e-mails. Our periodic stops can allow me to check my e-mail.
Porter-Quinn and Retrostacja
PQ and Retrostacja
· Mon Dec 28, 2009 @ 12:38am · 1 Comments