So where do I begin? It seems so long since I was last writing this. It must be way back before we even made it to the coast. Now that was a relief. The cooling sea breeze and the pretty pastel buildings edging up to the sand were a joy to the senses, as was the gentle lapping of the sea at the shore, and the surprising harmony of life in the town.

Gosh, if I was less tired maybe I'd stand a chance of telling this convincingly. I don't seem to be sleeping well these days. And the last few hours have made it all seem so far away... I remember I split from the rest of them to scout out (although I could hear them in the distance blundering round the town picking up swords and dirty looks. I mean, Bruce giving away his gun just so Edith can play with her shiney bit of metal. Not that I'm saying she's as bad as I first thought she was, but just because she's dropped a few of her prejudices and let her under practised mothering side take over doesn't mean I'm going to roll over and let her tickle my tummy. I could hold my own just as easilly without her worrying how unstable I am...) Didn't see much, a few shops, a little trading, had a chat with a rather nice tomcat (who seemed to specialise in small things that beeped and random information) called... no, I really can't remember his name. I doubt anyone else will, by now. Such a stupid pointless thing to do, and I didn't do a thing to stop him...

This whole diary's gone a bit incoherant really. All that didn't happen until ages afterwards. The day was just pleasent. We chatted, and he told me about the greys, the fact they might be lugging a satallite dish round with them, and some nearby people (who seemed to have kept the works away from them for an impressively long time) Just random town info. It was nice, just to make small talk without any overwhelming fear of death. Then home, and campfire banter, and an uneasy sleep.

We woke up and the people... well, the people people... err, the humans.. stuff this... the rest of the group went off to find the group the cat had mentioned, leaving Pixie and I free to go into town. Well, I decided it'd be quite nice to bring them back a present from the seaside, and despite Pixies best efforts to get us both killed or sold into slavery I managed to pick up the satallite dish at a fairly reasonable rate. (I was sick of lugging the sleeping bag round anyway, the warm summer and the fur coat seem to be ample) Persuading Pixie that it was best to get it safe out of town before we tried to incite a riot was somewhat harder than aquiring it, but I managed eventually.

Having failed to find anyone at all the rest came home, and we spent the rest of the evening playing with our new toy. Surprisingly successfully, an impressive absence of dragons and contact made back with base in New Zealand... we picked up a few mad signals as well, but the way the world is I wasn't expecting anything more than insane people... well, for given values of people... So it looks like we're back in business. The burden of having free will has been kindly lifted from our sholders and we're back under the orders of Killings Fun. Not that I think we ought to owe them any loyalty, any contracts they did have on us probably being dragon ash by now, but I do at least have some to my comrades, and they think we ought to... well, at least it lifts all the responsibility off us. Besides, I always said I'd spend my life undermining them from within. Hah.

We decided to have another bash at finding the people on the way, but due to not being.. oh, for crying out loud, why am I wasting my time looking for euphemisms? It's not going to change a thing... due to being a work, I lurked out of sight in case they tryed to kill me. I'm not sure what was going on, but from what I could see it wasn't much, until the cat from the town turned up. Pixie, as always sensitive to my desire not to mention we were with Non Works People, decided that he probably ought to kill him so we could talk freely again. It was just the utter randomness of it that shocked me. One minute conversation, the next - dead? Which set the scene nicely for the large and random work attack that followed, a horde of them swarming the hill, and left me nicely wrong footed for it too... after all, it was a bit hypocritical to lash out at Pixie for murdering one of them, and then going in all guns blazing at the rest. Besides, I didn't want to be running up the hill near the works when there were guns blazing... all cats look black in the dark. Which ment I just stood there like an idiot and watched them bear down on Spock.

Dark, black thick dark, and blinding light, and a shape, high on the hill, and as the world resumed normality the creature started to move, disturbing the lifeless corpses that were now strewn all around. Only the five of us were left standing, and there was no sign of Spock. I called for him, and the thing must have heard my voice and started shambling towards me, until I realised the noise it was making was an answer, and it was claiming to be Spock, of all things... Well, we didn't hang around. Complete with new formed, mildly uncoordinated dragon we got as far away from the hill as we could before we collapsed, and then slept. So much for magical beautiful dragons. Just death and fear and repulsive slime. And I was the one who was so indignant that being a work didn't change people... we'll just have to hope I was right.

Index ; What the F*ck ; Body Count ; Who's playing Who ; What's been happening