Saturday, January 18

....big city dinners.

I don't know if that's what a regular dinner's like in the big city, but damn. Not gonna do that for a while, I'm thinking.

First off, the damned invitation said "casual." I showed up in my regular outfit (minus my hat, since it'd gone to the dogs from all the blood on it). Greyson's in a suit and Nadya and Agnes are in dresses that cost more than my guns. Apparently casual don't mean the same thing here. Note to self: buy suit if I plan on staying.

Then we all end up sitting down for dinner, and the host walks in. The guy's got a Hitler-stache and the charm of a snake-oil salesman. We're sitting there eating, and they serve wine. Nadya's not doing to drink it, so the guy (Birkin, he said his name was, William Birkin) starts offering her shit tons of money to drink the damned wine. She never does, he moved on.

Bit of a recap. The dinner's held by a foundation that helps those who need something. Anyone who needs something has to attend a dinner party. Birkin Foundation. Hogswallop.

So we get to after dinner, and he said we're going to start playing games. "Would you rather?" he called it. His bodyguard fella rolled out this old looking cart and put a helmet on another fella and Agnes. "Would you rather shock yourself, or Agnes?" Birkin asked the fella.

It went all around the table, some folks shocking themselves, some shocking others. I shocked the suit next to me.

It gets to the end of the table, and the second to last woman shocks the last woman. Then Birkin said we were going to start a new round and hands the last woman the knife. "Would you rather?" - stabbing edition. She gutted the girl who shocked her, the fella who started it all stabbed Agnes in the leg...

Then Agnes went to stab Birkin.

Birkin disappeared, his bodyguard started to leak fluid out of every orifice. All the non-knowing folks grabbed a bunch of the money and ran out the door. Agnes and Nadya pushed a couch against the door and Greyson found a trap door down into a dark tunnel. It went from stone/dirt to some sort of fleshy substance. A pulsing, fleshy substance.

And then another bunch of the damn gears.

So we see these gears, and then I'm seeing a lot of grinding, death, crunching bones, war and on top of all of it - a giant, constantly watching eye. Just staring...

Then I woke up and we're lying in a field where the mansion used to be. Everything's still with us, but no mansion.

I ain't got the foggiest who that Birkin fella is, but I get the feeling we poked a sleeping bear.

Which brings me to...

What the hell am I doing here?

I'm dealing with people who can see, talk to, and complete destroy ghosts. People who can make a floating ball of light. People with ghosts playing them like marionettes...And I have guns...and a big truck.

What the fuck am I doing?

Endure and survive.