#24: Photographic evidence

[horrible_phd]

I'm not sure I actually want to know, but did anyone find any pictures of me?

[ooc: One of the following is weirder out of context than the others.  Up for finding by all.  Short post is short, because I wasn't going to post for him, but just couldn't resist. 

ETA: going to bed, will backdate.]

Comments

[after-17-years.livejournal.com]

Was I supposed to?

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

It's a curse day. That sort of thing just keeps happening.

[after-17-years.livejournal.com]

While some days may seem accursed, I have yet to notice rains of photographs.

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

The city's curses come and go. Some repeat. Strange things happen from midnight to midnight. No one's found a real pattern yet, but they're looking.

[after-17-years.livejournal.com]

A Pattern. Yes, there would be a pattern, wouldn't there? Can you tell me more of your observations? Is it always midnight to midnight?

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Though some of them have lasted more than a day and some come one day after another. But it's always midnight. The City has a thing about clocks, that's for sure.

[after-17-years.livejournal.com]

There are other time-related patterns?

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

There is the gigantic clock underneath the Carousel. And the ticking. It stopped once, when everyone started turning into zombies.

[after-17-years.livejournal.com]

My goodness, but I can tell that there are many things to explore here, but I do need to get back to Cambridge.

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

That's...not going to be easy.

Did anyone send you a guide?

[after-17-years.livejournal.com]

It seems that getting home rarely is.

A charming young lady is going to take me for peach cobbler and show me a guide.

[horrible-phd.livejournal.com]

Huh. Lucky you.