Writing Hardship farm diaries

Terdin

Farmer
My ability to write has returned. And for whatever reason, my mind kept on going through versions of the ending chapters for this novel throughout the depression. :toothy: So I guess I'd better get to it, or my imagination won't leave me alone.

Summer 1
Woke up feeling great. Without checking the cards, I suspected it was the fishing I’d done yesterday. Went to check the TV instead.

Weather forecast thunderstorm. Luck poor. Livin’ Off The Land talking about the new seeds and specifically mentioning hops. At least I wouldn’t need to water my plants tomorrow, but I could only hope lightning wouldn’t strike anywhere on my farm.

I left to prepare for planting. Only the coffee bush remained of the spring crops. After some effort I had the grid laid down and planted the starfruit, melon, and summer squash seeds. While watering, I took part of the remaining grid before remembering that it might be in vain if the ground dried up before I returned from buying seeds.

Just over 1800 G from the fish. I made ten tea saplings to supplement that, and brought along the silver quality strawberries to ensure I’d be able to buy enough seeds.

I scanned the bus stop as I walked past, and made a detour when I saw a berry that had ripened early. In picking it up, I saw something behind the bus, which proved to be a bunch of grapes. Looking around gave me no clue as to where the grapes had come from. No vines in sight. Were the bats in my cave responsible for dropping it? Still musing about it I continued towards town.

Before I could talk to Pierre about what seeds I wanted, the door opened behind me with more force than I’d heard before. Morris entered and looked around at the townspeople browsing the goods. Pierre’s scowl deepened as Morris offered coupons for JojaMart and his other customers took the bait and left.

“But I can’t compete with that. I’d be selling at a loss.” Pierre stifled a moan as Morris approached.

“Isn’t it sad to find out that your customers have no loyalty,” Morris gloated. He extended a coupon to me. “Here, I have one half-off coupon for you too, my dear. You look like you need a decent meal in you. Wouldn’t you like getting more than twice as much to eat than you could afford at this grimy place?”

Pierre grit his teeth, restraining himself from doing or saying something that could make Morris take legal action against him. Then a bated breath when he realized I hadn’t taken the coupon yet.

“Aren’t those coupons only for those that have membership at JojaMart?” I asked. “I wouldn’t be able to afford to buy that, so that coupon would do me no good.” I didn’t want to reveal that I had worked for Joja.

“As the manager, I could override it for you, my dear,” Morris said with oily sweetness.

I took the offered coupon, noting Pierre’s pained breath of lost hope behind me. His anguish mirrored in Morris’ widening grin of triumph.

“That ‘my dear’ just lost you any chance of winning me over.” I tore the coupon into pieces and let them fall to the floor.

Morris’ face clouded. “I’ll make you regret doing that.” He seemed to be on the verge of saying something more, but then he stormed out of the shop.

Several emotions played over Pierre’s face as I turned to him again, relief being the foremost.

“I thought I’d lost my last customer this morning,” Pierre finally said. “But you should beware of making an enemy of them, as much as I appreciate what you did. He might sue you out of your farm and into life-long debt if you so much as lay a finger on him after this. I have to say that he may have been right in one thing though. You do look like you’re starving.”

“Probably because I haven’t eaten anything since afternoon yesterday,” I admitted. “And I can’t remember if I’ve eaten a cooked meal since coming here... Oh, I did have something hot. The tea Caroline offered to me. Don’t look like that. I have eaten, mainly raw fish and stuff I’ve found in the wild.”

While I could’ve included the Wizard’s brew into the category of warm and cooked, it hadn't been tasty enough to count as soup.

“But still... I’m surprised that you were able to turn him down. I’d have found it difficult if I’d been given that offer after a morning of hard work on an empty stomach.” His gaze went to the fresh stains of sweat and dirt on my shirt and hands.

“I ate more than enough of that kind of food while I lived in the city and my low-wage job made it the only choice if I wanted to be able to keep a roof over my head. Now... I’d like to get some seeds.”

“I’d recommend the blueberries. While each berry is worth less than the seeds, you get multiple berries per harvest, and several harvests. Hops, corn, tomatoes, and hot peppers also give more than one harvest. If you want something tasty to eat that will fill you up, you can’t do better than corn. Just roast it over an open fire, and it’s done.”

Once I’d bought what I needed to grow eight each of hops, hot peppers, and tomatoes, the money from selling the fish was almost gone. Pierre reluctantly bought the tea saplings from me, then a handful of strawberries. His hesitation vanished when he realized I used the money gained to buy more seeds. Twenty-four blueberry seeds, eight corn seeds, and one surprisingly expensive sunflower seed.

Finally I bought as many wheat seeds as I could afford when I noticed they only took four days to mature. Surely I’d get at least three more rainy days this season apart from tomorrow. If not, I’d be able to water them in the last few days of Summer even if over sixty seeds would have me running back and forth with the watering can.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Pierre asked as I put away my few remaining coins. “It will take some time before any of your crops are ready to harvest.”

No doubt relief of having earned more than his expenses battling the worries of letting an ally starve. Well, an ally for now. I didn’t know enough about him to be able to claim I’d always be that.

“I’ve got crops left from Spring. I can eat those,” I said to ease his worries.

The reminder of the many seeds I’d bought in Spring and how few crops I’d sold to him made him nod. “Or you could sell some of it and buy yourself dinner at the Saloon some time,” Pierre said.

Rather than trying to come up with more courses of action I could take, I nodded and left.

I paused right outside the door. I had two items requested by the Junimo and had promised them to give them the items as soon as I could get them. I’d better keep that promise.

On my way through the park, I spotted another new forageable and picked up a sweet pea flower. I smiled at the scent even as I tried to remember what might be the fourth forageable item of Summer. Filling all but one spot would make things more difficult for me, but it couldn’t be helped. I went to face anticipating tension of the Junimo.

No. There were just three slots to the bundle. I had all of the forageables.

There was a release of the brief increase in tension, and I slumped near the scroll as I picked up the return gift of 30 wild summer seeds. As the Junimo carried my gifts away, I looked at what remained.

Couldn’t do much about the Fall and Winter forage, until those seasons unless I had more windfalls or unexpected monster drops. I still didn’t know how or where to get moss, and I’d need more than just what the bundle demanded. I’d be able to grow the hops for the Wild Medicine bundle, but where I’d get fern or purple mushrooms for it was a different matter.

A look at the Summer Crop bundle in the pantry reassured me that I had the seeds I needed to complete that. I’d even get corn for the Fall Crop bundle... wasn’t there another bundle that required corn? I hurried to the old bulletin board despite the tension from the fish tank scroll. Ten more for the Spirits Eve bundle. Looking around at the other bundles there made me pause. I needed a tapper for the maple syrup. Blueberry and sunflower would be on its way now, but I had forgotten to buy a poppy seed. Had to get one later.

“I’d better go and plant my seeds, or I won’t be able to harvest them,” I told the Junimo before I left.

I met Harvey as I took a shortcut through the park.

“I saw you coming out of there. No rat bites?” Harvey asked.

I held up my hands to show him. “Nothing’s bit me so far today,” I reassured him. “No rat trap mishaps either. Though I might get blisters from farm work before nightfall. Nothing caught in the traps yet,” I added.

“You should eat more. Your eyes are shadowed from not eating nearly enough and from not sleeping enough. Keep in mind that farm work requires you to eat more than you did back when you lived in the city. Eat when you’re hungry, and at regular meal times. Don’t try to stick to some kind of diet,” Harvey lectured. “Losing any more weight could be bad for your health.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I promised. “I’ll try to sleep more too,” I added.

I ate a handful of salmonberries before planting any of the seeds. I needed the energy, and more, even if the extra areas I'd watered hadn't dried out just yet. Watering the regrowing crops, and adding a line for the hops that would ensure their trellises wouldn’t be too much in the way, took all of it. I had to eat more, including some left-over spring onions for bulk, before making a second scarecrow and hoeing an area near the ruin of the greenhouse for the wheat. Tending to the furnaces too.

By the time I’d planted the last of the wheat, night had fallen. I only noticed it when I started to look further than the small area lit by my glowstone ring. Out of habit I brought out the watering can before remembering that I’d decided to let the rain do all the watering. I crafted three tappers, brought them to the bus stop and fitted them to the trees in front of the bus. Since I passed through there often enough, I'd see when they were ready for harvest without missing too many days. Sure, it was just one maple and two oaks, but I felt pretty certain I'd need oak resin at some point too. If not, I should be able to sell it.

I had some energy left, and enough time to cut down a tree or two, but decided to take Dr. Harvey's advice to heart and got to bed half an hour earlier than yesterday.
 

Terdin

Farmer
Damn, this project’s still alive. I thought it was dead.

I should probably get to my novel soon. I have been falling behind reorganizing and just proofreading my stuff.
Just for a break of little over a month? The average length of my depressions is 6 weeks, give or take two weeks, so this one was on the shorter side, which also meant it never got really dark.

I still haven't given up on Duilin 6, Auris 5, Ina-tori 3, Nygai 3, or Necromancing Countries, despite not having touched some of them in over a year. I should be getting back to the rewrite of Duilin 2, but no, those scenes for Hardship Farm Diaries won't leave me alone unless I write them. If I write them too early though, I could run into the problem I had with Kitty. Wrote the final chapters for that trilogy in 2013 despite still being on book 2. Reached halfway through book 3 in 2016, but it took me until 2019 before I managed to connect to the ending as I had to get them from a medieval tech planet to its modern-day tech neighbor. But I knew the ending had to happen that way, and that it would slot in seamlessly with just minor editing when the main story caught up to it, because I'd written it in a fit of inspiration.
 

Terdin

Farmer
Summer 2
A loud thunderclap woke me up. Before I was aware of my surroundings, I stood next to my bed. A more distant rumbling thunder followed. Muscles protested the abrupt movements and I sat down at the edge of the bed to stretch them and regain my wits. While the dreams had fled without a trace, the sound must’ve made me dream that Morris had decided to bomb my farm to retaliate for the ripped coupon yesterday.

My hands still shook from the adrenaline when I turned on the TV. Weather forecast sunny. Luck poor.

I petted Belle and gave her some food before heading out. It wasn’t the best day for mining and the thought of going to those freezing floors with wet clothes was not appealing. Instead I fed some broken CD to the recycling machine, and tended the furnace before grabbing the finished salmonberry jelly and adding more berries. I spent some time cutting down trees to relieve my early morning stress, occasionally checking back to tend to the furnaces and the recycling machine, before grabbing my fishing rod.

It didn’t take long to decide where to go. I was missing three fish on the Ocean Fishing bundle, and one of them was on the Quality Fish bundle too.

At the beach, I found Sebastian standing at the edge of one pier to look at the light show in the dark clouds. The sea, while normally a welcoming blue, mirrored the clouds as if someone had spilled a huge bottle of black ink into it. The pier was slick with foam and spray from the larger waves, but Sebastian didn’t seem to mind that he was getting soaked. Then again, the air and sea had warmed up a fair bit the last week or two.

Sebastian frowned when he turned towards me. “The sea is best enjoyed alone, don’t you think?”

“Depends on the situation, but I just wanted to say hello and warn you that I’m gonna fish over there.” I nodded towards Willy’s shop. “Just so you know who to blame if you end up on the hook, even if I’m not that incompetent anymore.”

He scoffed at the notion. “I’ve been able to avoid your hook even when you’ve been fishing next to me.” He returned his attention to the clouds in time to spot a magnificently branched lightning.

Only the rumbling thunder disturbed the sound of the rain as I cast my line. I caught several red mullets, a few flounders, and a couple of seaweeds along with some trash, before I caught something that at first glance looked like a tiny red mullet.

Not red mullet. Red snapper. I didn’t check, but unless there were more than two kinds of red fish, I now had one of the fish I needed.

Then something really bit, and I had to struggle with the rod. At first I thought it was an eel, because of the behavior, but the moment it put all its weight on the line renamed it tuna. I sometimes thought it would break my rod, but after a long fight I managed to reel it in. Gold quality.

I took a break after that, eating some berries to regain energy and flexing my fingers to stop their trembling. Then I cast my line again, hoping for tilapia to complete the bundle. Another red snapper, then a second tuna.

Willy emerged from his shop and made a pleased sound when he saw me fishing. He stayed to watch me work another flounder to shore.

“When can tilapia be caught?” I asked him.

“It’s too late for tilapia now. Your best bet would be in the morning. Is it for a request?”

“A private request,” I said to avoid being called a liar if he checked the help wanted board and there wasn’t any such request there.

“Good luck tomorrow, lass,” he said. “Summer’s also good for sturgeon, dorado, and rainbow trout in the freshwater areas. You could find pufferfish and even octopus here in the sea if your timing is right, but they’re mighty choosy. Tilapia is just a little easier. The other fish here at the beach are likely easier to combine with your farm chores, but beware of the area around the tidal pools. You’re not good enough to catch what lurks there during Summer, lass. Or rather, your rod isn’t good enough for it.”

His warning rankled. “Thanks for the warning. Maybe I can earn enough for that iridium rod before Summer ends. Would that be a good enough rod in your opinion?”

“It may still be a bit lacking, but if you’re skilled enough and choose the right tackle, it might be just barely enough. He’s slipped from my hook more times than I care to count.” Willy glanced over his shoulder and looked like he’d add something, then shook his head. “I’ll head over to the Saloon, just so you know.”

“I’ll catch a few more before calling it a day.” I cast my line, trying to think of what to do with the fish.

There was no time to think. Another tuna bit almost immediately and played hard to get. By the time I reeled it in, Willy was long gone.

Lightning still crackled against the sky occasionally, but not with the same frequency as it had done a few hours ago. I watched the roiling clouds as I thought about my options. There was my promise to the Junimo on one hand, and not wanting to experience the increased tension the fish would bring on the other. But they probably knew I’d caught the fish, and might get annoyed if I didn’t keep my promise.

I caught half a dozen more fish until I only got bites from halibuts, seaweed, trash, and something that kept escaping with the bait.

“I guess I can’t avoid this any longer,” I said in a low voice, not wanting anyone to hear me.

A diggable spot I hadn’t noticed earlier gave me a brief glimpse of a book before the Junimo took it away. Hopefully it wasn’t too water damage from spending the day in wet sand.

Despite my decision, I still procrastinated by going to the Saloon and at least attempt to be social.

Leah frowned at me. “You seem more anxious than usual. What’s going on?”

“I’ve been out of sorts since the thunder jolted me awake. For one thing I’ve got no lightning rods on my farm, so I don’t know how much damage is being done. Makes it difficult to relax, even if I have been trying to do that by fishing.” It was true enough, even if there was more to it right now.

My words were spoken a bit louder than intended, and the only other conversation, between Shane and Emily, went silent. As I went around to at least say hello, several of the others hoped the damage wouldn’t be too serious. Apart from Shane.

“I don’t care if lightning struck something important on your farm,” Shane said. “In fact I kinda hope it did.”

“Shane! Why do you keep being so rude and confrontational?” Emily asked.

“Why don’t you ask her why she keeps talking to me like we’re friends? She should leave me alone and mind her own business if she knows what’s best for her. I don’t want to get any more friends. Friends just complicates things,” he said to Emily.

Emily looked back and forth between me and Shane, at a loss for words.

“You may not want it, but I think you need it,” I said in Emily’s stead. “You’re right that it might not be what’s best for me, but whether I can handle it is for me to decide.”

Shane’s scowl deepened and he raised a fist.

“Now, now, Shane. You know the rules. If you start a fight in here, you won’t be welcome back until the one attacked tells me you've apologized and that they've forgiven you,” Gus said.

In the silence that followed, I left.

There was a request on the help wanted board. My eyebrows rose. Shane wanted a red snapper for making a shishkebob.

I returned to the Saloon and got out one of the fish. “Here’s the snapper you wanted,” I told him.

Shane looked torn between several emotions. “Thanks, I guess.” His face twitched, then he pulled something from a pocket. “Here. Though I really don’t want to give it to you. I thought Willy or someone would...” He thrust it towards me, then snatched his hand away after the briefest of touches.

What he handed me was not just the envelope with the money, but also a ticket for the prize machine in Lewis’ house. And for the Helper bundle.

“Thanks...” I barely caught myself from echoing how he’d thanked me.

My reluctance caught his attention, but before he could bring himself to ask about it, I left again, this time going straight to the community center.

I handed over the prize ticket first, for a barely noticeable increase of tension compared to the fish tank scroll just a few steps away. Now there were two bundles, only needing two items each, halfway done, which was probably why they weren’t as powerful as a four-item bundle needing just one more item.

The fish tank came next. I drew a shuddering breath as I touched the scroll. Red snapper, and tuna. The tension returned to about where it had been before completing the Crab Pot bundle. Then a gold star tuna for the Quality Fish bundle. As I'd feared, it brought the tension to near unbearable levels.

As if the Junimo were trying to crush me.

I wanted to flee the mental pressure, but I couldn’t bring myself to move or speak. All I could do was keep breathing and try to get used to the feeling. Learn to bear it. Try to bring up the strength for it from the depths of my beeing, with only partial success.

“I’ll try for more items tomorrow,” I whispered when I finally felt I could bend my knees enough for walking without fear of them giving way altogether and making me faceplant.

I hurried home, too worn out by the latest experiences to check more than the closest areas of the farm for thunderstorm damage. A splintered tree seemed to be the worst of it. The remaining fish went into one of the chests.

Belle had hogged most of the bed, so I lay down beside her, not wanting to disturb her.
 

Terdin

Farmer
Summer 3
Landing on the floor next to my bed woke me up. For a few confused moments I remained there, floor still shaking, until I realized it was an earthquake. Belle landed on me as she fled the cottage and I got a brief view of her hanging onto the door handle and waiting for the door to open enough to let her through. When the rumbling ceased, I got to my feet, hoping there wouldn’t be any aftershocks. Or worse, that it had only been a pre-shock, if that was a thing, and that the real event would come later.

I checked the TV. Weather forecast thunderstorm, luck good. The Queen of Sauce re-run showed how to make radish salad, which I didn’t remember seeing earlier. So, I had missed one. At least now I had the recipe.

I wasn’t surprised there was no mention of the earthquake, since that usually took at least a few hours to make it into the news. And that was if it was major and affecting several regions. If this was just a small local thing that was felt more because it was so close, it might not make it at all unless buildings were damaged or people got injured.

A realization struck me. There was a dried-up watercourse near the Adventurer’s Guild, courtesy of a recently built power dam by one of the daughter companies of the Joja corporation. If that was... No. Even if there was a power outage or something there, they’d put a lid on it if a reporter asked and say that they hadn’t experienced anything out of the ordinary. Maybe they’d say that it was normal with minor earthquakes because of the ground settling as the reservoir filled up.

If it had caused a landslide or something, they might send someone to clear it if it blocked a path, much like what had happened when I moved here and access to the mine and the Adventurer’s Guild was blocked.

But I couldn’t stay pondering it all day. My crops needed water, most of them anyway, and I had to gather more wood and ores. One letter. From Mayor Lewis, asking if I could find his lucky purple shorts and get them to him. The way he stressed the word “discretely” was suspicious.

Furnace and recycling machine were quickly tended to. Picking up the watering can from the chest brought the fish from yesterday to mind. Hadn’t been able to think clearly back then and left the decision on what to keep or sell to future me. Pursing my lips I put most of them in the shipping bin, keeping the tuna and a few low quality flounders. Mom had made a tasty fried flounder. Too bad she probably wouldn’t give me the recipe.

Watering made me once again wish for decent sprinklers. Those I could make would have me having to search for the crops missed by the sprinklers, and wouldn’t save me much time or effort. The coffee plant was almost ready. One or two more days.

Visiting my quarry, I blinked in surprise. It was the first time I’d seen an iron ore node there. What didn’t surprise me was that it was just as tough as those in the mine. Of the three dig spots, two yielded coal, and the last one gave me just a few stones. There were also a bunch of copper ore nodes and four geode nodes.

I went to the Cindersap Forest to get some wood, but got distracted by Vincent and Jas running to the spring onion area. I followed them and found that Vincent wanted to take Jas on a sewer exploration, only hindered to do so by the locked grate. Jas’ mention of Gunther possibly having the key made me wonder if I should ask for it, or wait and see if it was one of Gunther’s planned gifts for donating stuff.

My musing got cut short at a sound from inside the sewers. Jas and Vincent were spooked, and took shelter behind me. If I hadn’t been there, they’d no doubt have run all the way to either Marnie’s ranch, or even the town.

“Can you go see what it is, Miss Erica?” Jas asked in a tiny voice.

I briefly placed a hand on their shoulders before going down the stairs to the grate.

Something darker than the background moved. Dark enough to seem to suck any light into itself. There was an odd sound from it, and yet there were words in that sound.

“Open the door,” the creature said.

Spooked at finding I could understand its language, I ran away. The two children ran ahead of me, realizing that if it was bad enough to scare an adult, it had to be really bad.

I paused when Marnie’s ranch came in sight, recalling I had come to gather wood. Got about a dozen trees, but working my way towards the Wizard’s tower rather than returning to the spring onion area. One tree proved to have a strange blue box hidden in its branches. Then a tree dropped a book: Woody’s Secret. The subtitle was “How to get more wood from felling trees” which would help a lot and let me leave more of my tree brethren standing.

Glancing at the tower, I went to sit behind one of the larger bushes, not wanting to let the Wizard see me just by looking through a window. He’d probably hid it in that tree hoping I’d cut it down, so he could watch me without having to resort to a crystal ball or a mirror, or whatever means he had of spying on me.

I repeatedly tried telling myself I wanted to read it and take my time learning its information, but I couldn’t help but brace myself. My hopes of avoiding the experience I’d come to expect were quickly dashed. As soon as I opened the book, pages turned on their own and it flew into me. Once my lungs stopped being paralyzed, I gasped for air. Despite the axe on the cover it hadn’t been nearly as bad as the Monster Compendium experience.

My knees were wobbly as I stood up. No more wood gathering for today. It wouldn’t be safe. Recalling the earthquake, I went to check on Marnie.

“The earthquake? I did notice a rumble, but it didn’t shake all that much,” Marnie said when I asked about it.

“I was sleeping on the edge of the bed to avoid disturbing Belle,” I said. “Not the first time I’ve done that.”

Marnie nodded. “Or it was more of a landslide and you were closer to it than I was. How’s the cliffs on the farm looking?”

“Nothing’s fallen down since I arrived,” I said.

“Then the farm’s in better shape than you. You should eat more. Farmwork’s hard work,” she reminded me.

“As is tree felling to get enough wood for a coop,” I added. “Was too shaken up this morning to be able to eat anything, but I’ll get something when I return home.”

“You’d better.”

I ate a few salmonberries as I returned to the farm, then one of the flounders, leaving some for Belle. Enough time remained in the day to visit the mine. Even if I didn’t get to the next floor with an elevator, I could get some ore. The stuff I’d gathered went into the chest. Enough wood to build a coop now. But not enough money, and maybe not enough stone.

A dig spot in the backwoods gave me another book. Fortunately just a lost book, whisked away by the Junimo. Why they couldn’t just bring the books there as they found them, instead of hoping I’d spot them waving at me and then bring it, was beyond me.

My thoughts went to the community center. The way the tension increased and vanished as the bundles were filled. Were they somehow feeding off of my effort? Some kind of magical symbiosis maybe. Hoeing the dig spots didn’t wear me out more than preparing soil for planting, so they couldn’t be feeding off my physical energy. Was it the mental energy spent in locating the spots? It was the only reason I could think of.

Reaching the plateau where Linus had his tent, something was off. It took me a while to realize why. There was a gap in the cliff to the north. No debris from a landslide or rockfall. I braved the gap, looking up at the cliffs flanking the stairs. It seemed almost as if an earlier rockfall had been reversed. Or had the earthquake just been one heck of a dynamite blast? That would explain why there had been no aftershocks.

Up the stairs was a scene I somewhat remembered. The train station, looking abandoned for a decade or more. The rocks among the weeds made me suspect that was where the mass of stone had gone. And there was another building, a bath house, or maybe even a spa. I went to check.

The interior was rundown. Cracked tiles, cracked paint and plaster on the walls, and I left footprints in the accumulated dust from the years it had been inaccessible from town. No-one seemed to have stopped at the train station to visit it either. The lights were still working. That was a good sign. With what I could see at the women’s side of it, I renamed it a spa. It wasn’t just somewhere to go to swim a few lengths and get clean.

I sneaked through the changing room, past the showers, and felt dirty for not having washed up before going into the “swimsuit only” area with my clothes on. I had to bring my bikini on my next visit, and maybe store it in one of the lockers. But it would be of no use if the pool had been damaged enough to drain it of water, or if it had become all slimy and stagnant. Would I have to do something to restore this place too?

I needn’t have worried. The large pool was full of steaming water, smelling slightly of sulfur and cloudy with minerals. It had to be fed by a hot spring. I quietly left before anyone else came to investigate, or worse, take a dip, and went to check on Linus, and on Robin’s family.

“At first I thought it was someone pelting my tent with stones again. Then the ground shook real bad.” Linus shook his head, whether to signify that he could not find words, or because he wanted to forget the experience. “When I finally dared to get out, the road to the train station was open again.”

Robin was helping Demetrius tidying up after what had happened. The smell of various chemicals stung my nose.

“Is it bad elsewhere? We’ve been busy here,” Robin said. “You should’ve seen it this morning. Glass shards everywhere. Floor bubbling with chemicals. We had to open the windows for several hours before it was safe for anyone but him to be indoors. He's got a hazmat suit.”

"No, you were closest to the epicenter," I said.

“Need to order more laboratory goods,” Demetrius said. “Beakers, retorts, flasks, and not least test tubes. Need to replace the chemicals I lost too.”

To my relief he didn’t name them. Acids and bases were probably just part of it. Solvents for extracting stuff from soil or plants too, no doubt

“It would be a lot better if you didn’t,” Robin said. “How many times have you managed to cause minor fires, only contained because I realized the risk of that ahead of time and used flame-resistant varnish on the ceiling?”

I left them to it and went to the mines.

Floor 65
The cold felt worse than it had during Spring, and made me glad for my warm boots. At the same time the chill was welcome for the first few minutes. Just one slime, and it only took me a few rocks to find the way down.

Floor 66
One greenish rock near the ladder attracted my attention. Jade. Hunting down the monsters and gathering the iron kept me warm. Prioritized getting all the iron nodes before going down despite the stairs showing up before then.

Floor 67
A darker than usual rock gave me another jade. A quick search proved no monsters, no ore, and the ladder out in the open. Both a frustration and a relief. Just as I was about to go down, a screech heralded a bat. I waited for it to attack, netting me four bat wings. How it was possible was beyond me until I turned over the now wingless body and made myself feel guilty for killing it. A baby bat had been clinging to its mother’s fur. Wiping away tears before they froze on my cheeks, I reminded myself that it had been the one that chose to attack me, not the other way around.

Floor 68
The cold was deeper here, soul-chilling. Moments later the reason showed itself as a ghost floated through a wall. This one only dropped some gold ore. The chill grew less severe. I chased down most of the monsters, but as slime dropped a staircase and one path was too rock-strewn to bother with, I didn’t search the floor all that thoroughly. The bat on this floor just dropped one wing, which was a relief. Got some coal from a bag near where the stair dropped. Not too low on coal at the moment, but with the furnaces, and the need for more preserves jars, they’d come in handy.

Floor 69
The first part reminded me of a floor in the first 40, suggesting there might be a room with barrels and boxes somewhere. The blue slimes I encountered in my search for that room were annoying, yet I couldn’t ignore them or they might kill me. A tackle from one almost gray slime made me cry out from how hard it hit. Upon killing it, the reason was obvious. It had eaten, or absorbed, some stones. Then I found the room I was searching for, guarded by another slime. Several barrels and boxes broke as I fought it, dropping frozen geodes, amethysts, and frozen tears, in addition to iron ore. The ladder was out in the open in the room beyond the treasure room.

Floor 70
Seeing proper walls down in the mine made me wary. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to believe the miners had built them. The treasure chest held a sturdier slingshot. I threw away the sap I’d got from the slimes to fit it in my backpack. A faint clattering sound came up from downstairs and I fled to the elevator, not wanting to see what was below this late in the day.

Ran all the way home after putting the slingshot away and making sure I was bringing home a full load, including the bat wings this time. Barely remembered to fill the furnaces with iron ore and give the recycling machine another broken CD before going in to get ready for bed.
 
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