Hah, well your government at least doesn't seem to intent on pretending that it isn't happening and they haven't dismantled any way of responding to it.... My course has now been cancelled as the teacher is Italian and is trying to find any way to return to Italy, which has been locked down. We shall wait and see what happens to Malta.
Outbreak The desk sergeant’s face was a mask of barely controlled fury but she handed the tin of dog treats to Collins without a word; it was a surprisingly large tin, about the size of a coffee can, heavy but didn’t rattle. Ethel was nowhere to be seen, so he went straight back to the Inspectral’s office. Just as he reached the door Ethel appeared seemingly out of nowhere opposite him and grinned at him. “Aha! Dog treats! Is Harold giving us all time off to go the petting zoo?” “Hardly.” The Inspectral’s voice was so dry it could have caused water shortages in farming areas. The door to his office opened and he walked out, though his feet were nearly three centimetres above the ground, an indicator Collins had learned meant that he was irritated or upset about something. “We’re going to Tanham.” “That might be tricky,” said Ethel without losing any enthusiasm. “That hasn’t existed except in legends for at least a hundred years.” “They know, Ethel,” said the Inspectral, “so keep your voice down now. I think we’ve got another outbreak of lunacy that wants to try and start up the last Radiant Engine.” Ethel’s smile suddenly seemed strained, and he relaxed a little. Collins noticed that as he relaxed he seemed to shrink, and after a moment it was as though he was entirely normal-sized. “Let the guards handle that?” he said, and his voice was so quiet that both Collins and Adams unconsciously leaned forwards although they could hear him clearly. Adams recovered first and shot a dark glance at Collins as though daring him to say something. “Not this time,” said the Inspectral. “It looks like it one of the old Priests.” “Ah. Well. That would be a little different then. Does Al--?” “Yes, I’ve passed word up.” “He will handle this, you know.” “Yes, but how fast will the bureaucracy let him move?” “There’s a good reason for the checks and balances, Harold.” “And it won’t hurt at all if there’s people ready to act at the scene of the outbreak when those checks are checked and the balances are descaled.” There was a moment of silence, and then Ethel muttered, “For someone with almost no sense of humour, Harold, you can be almost funny sometimes.”
Greg - yes, at least Trudeau isn't constantly lying about it and telling people to go to work even if they're sick. Trump... sigh, I dunno. If he's still the president after this coming election I think the last ounce of hope for humanity will have died.
Ah, more intriguing developments. I like where things are heading. Well, there is bound to be excitement there, at any rate.
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Hah, well your government at least doesn't seem to intent on pretending that it isn't happening and they haven't dismantled any way of responding to it.... My course has now been cancelled as the teacher is Italian and is trying to find any way to return to Italy, which has been locked down. We shall wait and see what happens to Malta.
Outbreak
The desk sergeant’s face was a mask of barely controlled fury but she handed the tin of dog treats to Collins without a word; it was a surprisingly large tin, about the size of a coffee can, heavy but didn’t rattle. Ethel was nowhere to be seen, so he went straight back to the Inspectral’s office. Just as he reached the door Ethel appeared seemingly out of nowhere opposite him and grinned at him.
“Aha! Dog treats! Is Harold giving us all time off to go the petting zoo?”
“Hardly.” The Inspectral’s voice was so dry it could have caused water shortages in farming areas. The door to his office opened and he walked out, though his feet were nearly three centimetres above the ground, an indicator Collins had learned meant that he was irritated or upset about something. “We’re going to Tanham.”
“That might be tricky,” said Ethel without losing any enthusiasm. “That hasn’t existed except in legends for at least a hundred years.”
“They know, Ethel,” said the Inspectral, “so keep your voice down now. I think we’ve got another outbreak of lunacy that wants to try and start up the last Radiant Engine.”
Ethel’s smile suddenly seemed strained, and he relaxed a little. Collins noticed that as he relaxed he seemed to shrink, and after a moment it was as though he was entirely normal-sized. “Let the guards handle that?” he said, and his voice was so quiet that both Collins and Adams unconsciously leaned forwards although they could hear him clearly. Adams recovered first and shot a dark glance at Collins as though daring him to say something.
“Not this time,” said the Inspectral. “It looks like it one of the old Priests.”
“Ah. Well. That would be a little different then. Does Al--?”
“Yes, I’ve passed word up.”
“He will handle this, you know.”
“Yes, but how fast will the bureaucracy let him move?”
“There’s a good reason for the checks and balances, Harold.”
“And it won’t hurt at all if there’s people ready to act at the scene of the outbreak when those checks are checked and the balances are descaled.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Ethel muttered, “For someone with almost no sense of humour, Harold, you can be almost funny sometimes.”
Greg - yes, at least Trudeau isn't constantly lying about it and telling people to go to work even if they're sick. Trump... sigh, I dunno. If he's still the president after this coming election I think the last ounce of hope for humanity will have died.
Ah, more intriguing developments. I like where things are heading. Well, there is bound to be excitement there, at any rate.
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