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The Maudlinsomething
May. 16th, 2010 09:56 amWell, that was a strange one.
I think I was part of a group of people who were guarding a set of unusual criminals, inside some sort of James Bond villain-like castle. The locks on the doors in the building were controlled by sort of flat table-things in a central control room, where different sections could be rotated to open and close different doors.
One of our new residents was a cryptograph cracker who had a nickname, a ludicrously enormous word that began "The Maudlin-". I was in his room, bringing him a tray of food or something - it was a very large room, the size of a hall, with dusty, bare stone walls and a long set of beams going across the roof. He was a small, unassuming person, and said to me that he at least couldn't complain about the amount of space he had when I entered.
After we talked a while, he looked up to the beams on the ceiling and tapped them with a long pole, rotating sections of the wood in the same way as our door lock tables. The entrance door slid into the ceiling, and he flashed a smile at me and then took off, through a group of other people who were touring the castle. A frantic chase followed, with people suddenly developing Matrix-style acrobatics and jumping over the castle to look for this person (at which point I realized that one of our guards was Bruce Forsyth) but there was no sign of him.
On the way home, I found myself in the town square of Inverurie, and decided not to wait for the bus because it was always late. Walking through the Academy, I got a message on my phone from some woman at the castle who I think was called Dee, saying that she had been injured in some way. I immediately phoned her back, afraid that it was something to do with this Maudlinsomething person, but she said that she was fine, it hadn't been him and that her health insurance had taken care of it. I said that she was one of the lucky ones, then hung up and talked for a while to a couple next to me who had heard me speaking and had butted in about the uselessness of the American healthcare system.
That was about it.
I think I was part of a group of people who were guarding a set of unusual criminals, inside some sort of James Bond villain-like castle. The locks on the doors in the building were controlled by sort of flat table-things in a central control room, where different sections could be rotated to open and close different doors.
One of our new residents was a cryptograph cracker who had a nickname, a ludicrously enormous word that began "The Maudlin-". I was in his room, bringing him a tray of food or something - it was a very large room, the size of a hall, with dusty, bare stone walls and a long set of beams going across the roof. He was a small, unassuming person, and said to me that he at least couldn't complain about the amount of space he had when I entered.
After we talked a while, he looked up to the beams on the ceiling and tapped them with a long pole, rotating sections of the wood in the same way as our door lock tables. The entrance door slid into the ceiling, and he flashed a smile at me and then took off, through a group of other people who were touring the castle. A frantic chase followed, with people suddenly developing Matrix-style acrobatics and jumping over the castle to look for this person (at which point I realized that one of our guards was Bruce Forsyth) but there was no sign of him.
On the way home, I found myself in the town square of Inverurie, and decided not to wait for the bus because it was always late. Walking through the Academy, I got a message on my phone from some woman at the castle who I think was called Dee, saying that she had been injured in some way. I immediately phoned her back, afraid that it was something to do with this Maudlinsomething person, but she said that she was fine, it hadn't been him and that her health insurance had taken care of it. I said that she was one of the lucky ones, then hung up and talked for a while to a couple next to me who had heard me speaking and had butted in about the uselessness of the American healthcare system.
That was about it.
