Space Cat and I had almost made our way back out of the access tube when the screaming started. It was coming up from the dark Generation Chamber we'd just escaped from. The one filled with cultists and nightmares... I couldn't believe that the Psychic Space Station was beaming that kind of energy down to earth too.

"Meowrrr?"

"There's no way I'm going back down there," I told the cat. "Are you kidding? It was turning my mind to sludge!"

"Meowrrr."

Space Cat headed back down the tube, gracefully flipping over as the artifical gravity turned upside down.

The horrible screams had subsided. And I couldn't get shown up by a cat, could I?

What we discovered was something even more terrifying than the twisted dark energy engineer who had been beaming his disturbing thought energy through the apparatus. He was still strapped in, but being consumed by what appeared to be a large fleshy blob. The rest of the techs had fled the chamber, leaving this amorphous hump of skin colored goo undulating over the star. He had stopped screaming, but the creature was obviously eating him, gnawing and slurping and oozing as it did.

"STARS!!! NOM NOM NOM NOM" it said.

At first, Quix's Moon Elf friends seemed pretty cool. Definitely into a more of a boho thing than spacestation chic. I felt a little overdressed, but they offered me a glass of moon mushroom wine and that felt pretty cool. Maybe they were college students.

After introductions, I guess I "passed" and they took me deeper into the caves, where there was the most amazing spread of food I've ever seen -- and trust me I've seen a lot of banquets. This room though--napkins and table cloths made of thin pressed cheese, a bacon house, pillars of marvelous pork holding up a ceiling of stalactites dripping with butter... chocolate cakes so rich and prime rib so sweet you can't even tell them apart. We wash it all down with milk and cream.

I eat and eat till I'm embarrassed, and then I eat some more. Quix's friends aren't offended at all. They encourage it...

But now I don't know how long I've been here, or if this party ever ends. The food makes you kind of dizzy, and then queasy, and it's easy to get confused. Sometimes I find Quix and ask him to take me back and he says "Sure! Follow me!" and I follow him but always get lost and end up back at the party.

Sometimes I fall asleep and dream the cave is full of other humans, like me, but old and worn thin with scraggly hair and dressed in rags. They're asleep too, or wandering around and talking to themselves. Like a home for dementia patients.

But then I wake up and it's time to eat again, and the Moon Elves play their Moon Elf music on their boom boxes, and chatter and laugh, and sometimes I find Quix and ask him to take me back and he says "Sure! Follow me!" and I follow him but always get lost and end up back at the party.

I feel like I should get back to the station. How long has it been? My phone has no service but it most be broken, because the time is set to 157 years in the future. Does this Moon Elf party ever end?

When was the last time I checked my phone? Make that 163 years.

@Arceus the Evoker has eluded us again. Instead of cornering either Arceus or the Arceus doppelgänger in the access tube, Nasalite and I discovered the horrifying scene in the secret decks in the underbelly of the station.

As a Psy Corps Cadet, I knew immediately I was in over my head. I notified my superiors and the station was quickly locked down, resulting in a serious disruption of station life. Nasalite and I are sitting tight, hoping that @Arceus the Evoker will be caught in the swiftly closing net.

Murder? Was Arceus (or the Arceus doppelgänger) really responsible for this?
Evokers certainly have a reputation as trouble makers of epic nature, but murder is not usually their MO -- especially not one this savagely brutal. The psychic forensic evidence is still being gathered, while Nasalite and I stand back and let the professionals do their job.

But the murder is only part of it. Apparently nobody seems to have known about the facilities on the underside of the station. While the station is known for using "good vibes" to help temper the general mood on Earth, the fact that very "bad vibes" have been being applied in equal measure comes as a shock. How long has this been going on? And who is behind it?

If anyone has any information concerning these matters, please contact your local Psy Corps office.