The Underground
You have stumbled upon the lair of the Covu.
Watch your step.
Welcome, lttay.
Wandering child, lost and alone
you are such a far way from home.
Journal
Covu returned from work today in a raging mood.
Entry No. 6: Coworkers
I've been an ice kougra for long enough to know that when he comes home demanding to know where the flamethrower is, I should run to my room and lock the door. Tight. And watch him go and set all his old neomails on fire in the front yard.
But instead, I went back to the guild and locked the Teleportation Key (which is still under construction, but I managed to work it.) Later, Kakashiri came in to inform me that Covu's inbox was now despairingly empty.
Our family werelupe arrived shortly after to inform me just what had happened. Apparently, Covu had had a most horrid day at work, courtesy of his coworkers, and unfortunately, his bosses frown upon revenge murder.
Covu himself later stormed into his room ranting about the "useless, incompetent, neurologically challenged, anesthetized brainstem, bunch of toerags" that are his coworkers. He finishes work for the summer at the end of this week, and he needs the job, but he's sorely tempted to just up and leave.
And yet, he confesses that he can't, because if he leaves, they'll want to know why, and he'll have to explain the incident in which constituted his leaving. And they'll consider it petty and a non-concern, despite the bullying and jerk issues that resulted from it.
So Covu is basically trapped in a job he now hates for another three days. What can he do? He did nothing to antagonize or provoke them, and yet they cornered him at lunch, waited until an opportunity to bug him, and then began attacking him verbally.
He still hasn't stopped ranting. He had enough of bullying in middle school, intolerance in freshman year of high school, and now he's a target at his summer job. What on earth does he do to deserve this? I would ask if he had a sign on his back that reads "Kick Me" except that I've looked myself. Nothing there.
The world is full of jerks. Some people are targets, some people are targeters, and some people manage to stay out of it all.
Covu is not so lucky.
It took him about an hour, but he finally calmed down enough to decide to take over this journal entry himself.
("Give me that!" "Right, right, go ahead." "And- augh, what did you write?!" "Nothing!" "'Anesthetized Brainstem'? They're more than Anesthetized Brainstems! They're neurologically, evolutionarily, scientifically, socially incompetent, worthless-" "Yes, I know, I wrote it all down!" "Fine. Give it here.")
Right. Yes. Today was horrible. But it is not without its merits.
We struck a deal with the meepits. They'll finish the construction of my Teleportation Keypad, but they want a pay raise.
Entry No. 5: MOTW
Late on Monday night, August 9th, I was brought out of the reverie of the monotony of staring at trades for two hours by a neomail from Tina informing me that I had been made Member Of The Week. It was quite a relief to get a distraction from the Trading Post, given that my eyeballs felt as though they were rotting away in their sockets. Too many junk trades.
My lab has been set up. A cure for the Plague of Depression is being looked into by my werelupe, Moonrise Midnight, who is glad for a change of scenery. He remembers the garden at home- which I will be transfering here, by the way- and is not eager to deal with similar charges. My carnivorus plants have not been kind to him, howevermuch they are useful for research.
Upon decorating the basement in which I reside, I also discovered why no one else has made their permanent residence there. Upon knocking out a wall to give myself adequate space for a lab, I discovered that a plague resides within the walls. My construction (or subsequent destruction) released it, and the guild is now infected with the Plague Of Depression. A rather unfortunate occurence.
Under advisation from my older sister, I am considering changing the wallpaper to an Alucard-themed one. Looking for the right background. Should I switch my stars for blood? I'm seriously considering it.
Upon entering the Guild, I realized everyone else had a room of their own, which they may use at their discretion for various purposes. After scouring the building from top to bottom- and even exploring the A/C vents (much to the exasperation of my fellow guild members) I have concluded that there is no one place in the guild I wish to settle down in.
I must say I was (very) pleasantly surprised. And quite ecstatic. It is, in all honesty, the first time I've ever been given this sort of award. In any other guild I've ever been a member of, I never warranted much merit. I've not been a member of the guild for more than six days, and I never really expected anything like this. Can you see how ecstatic I am?
I promptly hung it up on the wall. Yukimor thinks I am being ridiculously proud of it. I did, of course, remind him about the stash of 'trophies' under his bed. He promptly shut up.
Blackmailing your cohorts is inexorably fun.
In other news, my room is completely set up. I may add extensions through the wall in the future, but for now, it is complete. Mostly. Now that the major construction is done, the Teleportation Keypad to Covu's Mansion in the Lost Desert is being constructed. Rather than move my entire garden and other so-called amenities into the guild, I'll simply connect the two. Quite simple.
If we can just figure out how to bribe the meepits into fulfilling my request... we're out of chokato juice.
This is bad. Very bad. We may have to hire the weewoos next.
Entry No. 4: Parasitic Setup
We're still unpacking. The box with my CovuClaws is at the bottom of the pile, and I've been forcing my poor neopets- Yukimor excluded- to dig around for it. I think Hakubane's tail got crushed- we had to melt it and refreeze it to fix it. That put him in a right little snit, and he threatened to hex me. I, of course, ignored him.
My CovuClaws are a pair of gloves fitted with metal joint-like contraptions that react to finger movement and nerve endings. My greatest personal invention to date, it was based off of Moon's claws. He often scales walls to reach other floors without having to take the stairs, so I copied him. The CovuClaws get a grip on the wall and allow me to climb it, though the wall may suffer claw-marks for it.
My room is almost completely set up. Security Meepits have finished installing software updates to the Main Computer Room in my lab, from which I can control not just the entire basement, but the entire building. It will be my playground so long as no one else comes down and meddles with the controls in the MCR. Which, if they should be so foolish as to do so in the first place, they will not get very far. I never leave an instruction manual lying about.
Everyone fears mad scientists. Why should I be any different?
Entry No. 3: Discoveries
On the other hand, now that I have ample room, I may begin setting up my lab. The tables are being tossed down through the vents, and the Security Meepits are adding the locks and bolts to my doors. Must stock up on juice. They're demanding a pay raise.
Darn meepits.
Entry No. 2: Decorating
In the meantime, I have unpacked my copious art collection and have strung it up on the walls with Sticking Charms. Thank Hotep for magic- and a good wand. The lab supplies are still packed away and will take awhile to sort out. But first, security must be- well- secured before I can proceed. Wouldn't want anyone coming in while I'm working, would I?
I finally got the music player working. I've put it on a repeat of 'This Is Halloween' by Marilyn Manson. Would completely fit with a Hellsing-themed room. Again, must put through serious consideration.
Entry No. 1: Exploration
The Library is occupied. The sky hall and studio are equally occupied- and curiously enough, in pairs. Therefore, in the interest of creating my own solitary domain to whence I may retreat, I have knocked several holes in the wall of the library looking to access the A/C vents. After making repairs and outfitting a window-like entrance to the vents, I slipped inside. The entrance is spell-locked.
The vents run throughout the building, but after much stumbling, crashing, and pitfall-ing, I finally reached the basement.
It is my dream come true. Dark, dank, and thoroughly uninviting for the most part (though I have heard tell of parties and raves occuring every now and then.) The basement has many rooms, and I have taken possession of the one farthest from the staircase leading up. Incidentally, there is an entrance to the air vents in the ceiling from there, which has been made accessible by my use of a rope ladder.
It will make for a good labspace. Perhaps I also have room to fit in a bed and a desk- that will be most useful. I have begun painting the walls the color of the stars, and am currently securing the room before I commence with the official construction.
Once I finish, I will set about enlarging the air vents with a Non-Detectable Extension Charm and installing cobblestone paths that allow for drainage. I'll make doors to my secret passageways in each room, geased to look like a part of the wall, and accessible only by spell-lock. Should be interesting to see how they react when I drop from the ceiling out of nowhere.
Heh heh. Ninja.
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