Moving Right Along...

It's that time of the week again! Time to play, where in America are Anne and Opal now.

We're in Wyoming actually, which was a fun drive, (By fun I mean long and nerve-wracking.) But were on our way up North.

Anne and I did a little research on which state would be the best to maybe stick around in for a bit, and we actually came up with North Dakota. Weird right? But here's the really funny thing about the state.

It's ranked as one of the happiest and healthiest states in America, and it has the least ammount of tree's in any American state.

How's that for an odd coincidence?

So yeah, sounded safe. Although I'm sure something's going to prove me wrong.

Anne and I have also been updating our assets.

We went out and bought some warmer clothes, and a few groceries. We also bought a shovel! Which is an awesome weapon! Much better than my kitchen knife. The shovel will do more damage in the long run.  Plus it's blunt, so if it really does come down to violence we can just knock out our little friends and head for the hills. Safe and effective!

Which is more than I can say for the little package Corwin sent me.

I'm still trying to decide what I should do with the contents. This is what was inside;

- A gun
- Bullets for said gun
-A hand mirror with some playing cards placed behind the glass.
-A flashlight
-A lucky rabbit's foot that was dyed green, along with the recipes for Rabbit Soup and Rabbit Pie.
-A journal and a ballpoint pen.
-And twenty canandian dollars.

I have an urge to send this guy tickets to a rave cinema along with one of those annoying toy parrots, just to give him a taste of his own medicine, but of course that would be a waste.

August and Steele came by two days ago to drop all this stuff off. They didn't look too worse for the wear, which is good, but both of them seemed...I don't know. I'm sure they both have reasons to be a bit stressed right now, besides the usual reasons of course. They do have a serial killer living in their house afterall.

And as for the package well, I should probably put some of it to use. The journal and the flash light could come in handy. I, however, am NOT loading the gun. That's not a weapon I feel comfortable even touching, let alone owning. Anne says we might as well keep it, in the event we find ourselves in a worse case scenario. I for one will be burrying it in the glove compartment. I have my shovel, and that's all I need.

That's another bright side to a shovel, when you use it, there's a much smaller chance you're going to aim wrong and wind up shooting yourself in the ass. Which is totally something I'd do.

The mirror and the cards confused me. I get the whole Alice in Wonderland aspect and that Aggy is the LookingGlass, blah blah blah, but it felt a bit different than the lucky rabbit foot. Like there was some deeper message I should've gotten from it. Maybe it was the fact that this pun was aimed at Aggy that it bothered me...

Whatever...I'm sure Corwin will pop up in the comments box to explain all of his puns to me with more puns.

Dr. Rivers emailed me. Remember the guy Steele was escorting?
Talking to him was bizzarely close to talking with Aggy back before all this started.
We went back and forth for a bit about ideas and theories, and the guy really knows his stuff. Right now it looks like he's been looking into a lot of supernatural events and looking for ties to Mr. Kittykins. I've been going through old myths I've read before and trying to find connections myself.

The Hekatonkheires were a myth that I thought looked promising. I had a profesor who said the reason they had a hundred hands was because their appearance was inspired by early interpretations of trees, of course it never really said anything about them stalking people or driving them nuts. Just that they got thrown in to Hades until they helped defeat the Titans. I also considered Gorgons but that would be silly seeing as how I'm not a statue.

There was also an Australian myth I read once, but it was a long time ago. It was a picture book I owned, and I barely remember what it was about, but there were these monsters who lived in a forest and stole children. One of them was very tall I remember, and I used to have bad dreams about it.

How did I forget that? It never occurred to me until just now. I used to have nightmares about that book.

Maybe that's what those drawings were...

What don't I remember from when I was little? It feels like there's a lot.

Anne's calling me, I gotta go.

Stay safe,

- Opal