29 September 2012 @ 03:39 am
not good, just nice  

While I only went into a single portal, I would very much like to know what the rest of you found and the consequences of doing so. The party I was with was nearly bombed to oblivion, so I don't have much to work with, which you can imagine is irritating. The letter said that the librarian was the key - have any of you spoken with her?

[Diplomatic as always, Gilgamesh.]
11 July 2012 @ 09:48 pm
plastic parts and glue  

I'm afraid I've been laid up in bed for the past several days; can someone give me an update? I believe after this I should be able to walk again.

[Filtered to Klaus]

Could you come by? I'll need someone here while I finish calibrating the balance mechanisms, and there are a few I can't reach without removing the thing, which... defeats the purpose.
28 May 2012 @ 02:45 pm
[02] waiting for lightning to strike  
[action a, around town]

[Okay, Gil needs advice from someone other than his father on this. Gil hasn't been here nearly long enough to jump right to "passing the time," though he is equipped to ask better questions about what to do now. The first thing would be to tap into whatever civilian organizations may have been formed so far; the letter he'd read said that the known records of Mayfield go back three years, so there must still be something resembling a task force. Maybe.

So he'll be stopping anyone who looks relatively interesting and asking them all variations on the same question.]

What can you tell me about any actual progress made by the civilians here?

[action b, near the post office]

[The temptation is maddening. Gil has been thoroughly warned about the possible consequences of taking back his Spark, but really, not since childhood has he felt so helpless. Maybe there's nothing he can do with his Spark that would last... so is he prepared to lose an arm and a leg for what amounts to peace of mind?

He's practically pacing, looking more and more agitated as time goes on. Worst. Catch-22. Ever.]
14 May 2012 @ 03:14 pm
[01] the stakes are up and your odds are down  
[action, 1647 albright]

[Oh, he's alive. That's good.

What's not good is how Gil is not at all where he's supposed to be. It's bright and sunny and there's not a single clank anywhere to be found, not to mention the Jagers that were supposed to be taking care of him. Had someone overpowered them and kidnapped him? It's an unlikely but very possible scenario; who knows what could have happened while he was unconscious?

So yeah, there's a little bit of panic going on. Everything is wrong; he's not injured even slightly, meaning that however long he was under, it must have been days. He's not dead, meaning that whoever took him wasn't looking for an assassination; he's also not anywhere near Mechanicsburg, so he's still effectively out of the picture. Not acceptable. He can't help Agatha like this.

Gil is starting to develop a low-grade headache as he analyzes the situation, which is troubling but not immediately worrisome. Bedroom - logical. Unguarded... not so much so. At least, there's no one else in the room with him. He's not going to leave and walk into a potential ambush...

Well, he can always pitch a lamp at the door and see what happens. He's about eighty percent sure that whoever responds won't end up shooting him; if they wanted him dead he'd be dead already.]

[phone, unfiltered]

...I would like very much to know where I am.