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[aj_of_hippo]

Well God, you've come through...in a way. Instead of sending me to a boring godless school, you've sent me to a godless madhouse. I mean seriously

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[burning_blake]

Oh, don't worry...you'll settle in eventually. Assuming the school doesn't burn down or vanish into a rip in the space-time continuum.

I keep trying to explain things to people, but they usually end up more confused than before.

[aj_of_hippo]

The fact that I don't think you were kidding scares me just a little.

The fact that I can't get anyone to give me answers scares me more.

What do I call you, O ye of little help?

[burning_blake]

I'm William Blake. Most people call me Blake, because roughly one third of the boys here are named William. What do we call you?

I can try to explain things if you want, but I'm not sure you'd believe me. And of course I don't know how you'd react if you did...

[aj_of_hippo]

My name is Augustine, but call me AJ.

I'm Catholic, Blake. Belief is basically my thing. As to how I'd take it: why not find out. The worst that happens is that I spend the next several days chanting to myself in Latin.

[neddy_l]

Well really I didn't INVENT time travel, and neither did Wells though he did build Icarus (I just got it to work, after a fashion, since I gave it its name). There are LOTS of time travellers and I reckon they've been doing it for a while. And some can even travel without machines....

[aj_of_hippo]

Excuse me.

Once you built the thing, where did you go?

[neddy_l]

Well. I didn't build it, Wells built it and his father made him dismantle it (he thought it was dangerous!) so he and I put it back together in the auto shop and then he disappeared and I finished it myself and gave it its name and then just when I was ready to go Emily found out and came along and...well lots of things happened after that.

[aj_of_hippo]

How is it that in a high school as literary as this one seems to be nobody feels like telling a story?

[mad_byron]

I just got back. All of this is gobbledegook to me. Anyway, I posted previously to you, mistakenly (it is VERY difficult to keep track of this madness, you know) instead of more currently.

Welcome to the insane asylum that is Eupheme. I've gotten back from my vacation, and feeling fit as a fiddle and as confused as you are.

Perhaps we can team up and figure it all out.

[alex_pope]

Being desperately confused is like your initiation. But one that never ends.

I am certain, however, that your particular views on heretics would be best vented in...

The School Paper!

[aj_of_hippo]

I'm guessing this is a theme from you. Editor, right?

How does one submit to that distinguished publication?

[alex_pope]

I'm sorry. I would have introduced myself, but I was too intent on luring you into writing. I'm Alex Pope, the editor of the school paper, and I hope you enjoy (partially?) your time at Eupheme.

You can drop submissions off in a variety of places: in my dorm room, to me personally, to someone who looks trustworthy enough to give it to me, or to the newspaper office (which is the tiny office at the end of the academics building, and nowhere you should ever really go, if you are claustrophobic or have respect for journalism.)

[unkemped]

I have been to Mass! But, you see, I get very emotional over the Eucharist and the priests decided it was better for me to receive Communion by myself so I wouldn't disturb the other parishioners.

[aj_of_hippo]

Well, the church in the village has an indult for Mass as it ought to be, and the priest and I are on good terms. You're welcome to join me if you like.