Dear Somebody,
A terrible thing has happened! It's awful, and horrible! It's unimaginably quixotic!!! Claude has been kidnapped.

I remember it like it was yesterday; probably because it was yesterday, but anyway. It happened in the middle of the night (or possibly the middle of the day, I can't really remember), when both Claude and Claudette were sleeping and I was eating sprinkles and completing an assignment for Experimental Time Bomb class. I had just added the last configuration that would enable the device to create an explosive time portal for exactly 66.6 seconds, and eaten a handful Pesto and Garlic flavoured sprinkles, when they came bursting through the door; a group a people all wearing white lab coats with little paw prints sewn on the front pockets. They rushed in, grabbed Claude around the middle, and stuffed him into a small torture chamber with the words "CAT CARRIER" written on it. It must be some sort of acronym. Then they whisked him away before I could so much as drop the Time Sensitive Fliggabbilat I'd been using to make adjustments on my homework. By the time I could rush after them, they were gone. The kidnappers even had the audacity to leave a calling card!! It's decorated in little paw prints and has an address, phone number, and the name of their horrifying oragainzation typed in "Times New Roman" font. Who even uses "Times New Roman"?

I am canceling today's meeting of Psychic Crime Club due to this pressing emergency. Our next meeting will be tomorrow at 7pm in our new Lab (which has officially been finished by @patrick, and unquarantined by the Reflection Redaction Committee [which was disbanded]). If I'm not there, assume that I have died a tragic and sprinkle-less death in the clutches of my new mortal enemy. I am going to go rescue my cat. Even though I am utterly terrified. And lost.

Upon my failure to return, you may rightly assume that I have been captured by V. E. T. The organiziation that kidnapped Claude.

I'm not sure how I'm going to get there, though. The card has an address, but I don't know how to get to "202 E. Palm St." Or how to leave the school, actually. Or how to get out of the girls dormitory. Do I take a right at the statue that looks suspiciously like Lilly Munster? Or a left? Usually Claude guides me everywhere...

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Students around the school are suddenly in hysterics-- Gwenette has been crying for hours in our room. Apparently some group of V.E.T. people have busted onto school grounds somehow and whisked away about 75% of the animals here. Familiars, pets, seeing eye-dogs, animated stuffed animals, they're all targets it seems. I can feel students' distress all around the school as they and their animal companions are ripped from each other. AH! I've just felt another heart break. How horrid a feeling!

@Nobody, I wish you heaps of luck in your investigation. Gwenette is nothing without Pete, her great uncle reincarnated as a robin. If you want assistance, I still owe you from that time you gave me a map. Maybe my shadows can track Claude using his sent on the map? Let me know. Until then, I will be joining the school milita being set up to protect the few animals left. I was told by the recruiter they're called the F.O.O.L.S. (Fauna Oriented On Losing Side). They were supposed to be the F.O.N.O.L.S., adding the word "Never" in there, but Markie caused a typo. Poor Markie: hooves are terrible for typing. Anyways, please join the cause my peers! Protect our pets, and stop the grief that's resonating in my skull!

Day 5 (or is it 6?) of The Investigation:

After hours of wrong turns and dead ends, I eventually made it out of Psyhigh, only to find myself in some dark alley in the middle of a city I had no idea existed. It was cold and drizzly, which put Claudette in something of a temper (I decided to bring her with me so that the V.E.T. agents wouldn't kidnap her too), and long story short, she nearly burned several very nice gentlemen who were dressed all in black. They came up to us while we were in the alley and wanted to know if I was all alone and whether or not I had any cash, (no doubt so that they could give me help if I needed it), but before I could answer them, Claudette coated the entire alley in flames. It's a good thing I was wearing fire resistant clothing.

Anyway, eventually Claudette and I found an abandoned brick building, and we've been holed up planning our course of action since. At some point we made contact with an under cover member of F.O.O.L.S. who had been sent by @Alra Mist. She sent him with food, supplies, a flashlight designed to make the maximum amount of shadows possible, and something called a "sell phone" so we could keep in contact. She's been keeping me updated on events at F.O.O.L.S's home front, while I inform her on happenings in The Outside World. I sincerely appreciate the help.

In other news, the agent of F.O.O.L.S. who made the initial contact has been tagging along with Claudette and I as we continue our mission to save Claude (and the other animals). Apparently the higher ups at F.O.O.L.S. don't trust a "rogue agent" like myself who is a known affiliate of Psychic Crime Club, and he's been assigned to keep tabs on us. He's a shady looking satyr who constantly wears sunglasses and a fedora; even when it's dark outside. And he's annoyingly self-assured and pompous. But he has been useful. Together we've obtained several good leads as to where "202 E. Palm St." is that we will be looking into tonight.

I will continue posting until my inevitable capture and agonizing demise.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Well YEE HAW it's good to be back in the saddle again! GIDDY UP!

'Course my people don't need saddles, and rarely wear them, but COME ON PEOPLE it's just a figure of speech. Heck!

Anyways, when we heard about this evil V.E.T. business, my horse bros and I mosied on over to the F.O.O.L.S. (Fauna Oriented On Losing Side) and threw our hats into the ring.

'Cause you know what they say: First they came for the cats, and I did not speak out because I was not a cat. Then they came for the parakeets, and I did not speak out because was not a parakeet. Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak out.

Well that's not how we do things back in the 'ol Unified Horse Empire! Me and my horse bros are standing with the F.O.O.L.S. We're stompin' our hooves and switchin' our tails and by golly we're ready to do whatever it takes to stand up against the evil V.E.T. We'll be sauntering out 'round the edge of campus keepin' an eye on things, so don't you fret, little ones.

Day 6 (or possibly 7) of The Investigation:

Marcello (pronounced "Marrr-ch-ell-o!), the satyr agent of F.O.O.L.S. (Fauna Oreinted on the Losing Side), and I have been staking out 202 E. Palm St. since last night. It's a quaint little one-story building, painted baby blue with white shutters and a sloping red-shingled roof, located in a bright and sunny area of town on a street lined with blooming cherry and dogwood trees. It even has a welcome mat decorated with flowers and paw prints. We immediately came to the conclusion that it is extremely suspicious and dangerous looking.

We left Claudette in the abandoned brick building we commandeered because she was "a loose cannon and a security risk", according to Marcello. I think he was just miffed that she accidentally burned his socks when she got the hiccups after eating a few pigeons from the city park.

Anyway, we've been watching agents of V.E.T. go in and out of the building at 202 E. Palm St. all day, carrying various pets and familiars; they seem to have been taken from other schools like Satanic High School and Corn Children's Vocational School in addition to Psyhigh.

Marcello says that he's gathered enough intel to infiltrate V.E.T. tomorrow with a team of "professionals" from F.O.O.L.S.. I'm expected to take Claudette and go back to Psyhigh while they finish the rescue mission.

As much as I would like to do so, I refuse to leave Claude in the grubby hands of evil V.E.T. agents. Also, I don't know how to get back to Psyhigh. So tonight, while Marcello is sleeping, I will invisibly enter 202 E. Palm St. and free my cat. And the other animals. I already sent Claudette back to Psyhigh; she knows the way (I think) and she'll be safe in the hands and hooves of @Alra Mist and @Morgan the Horse Boy. Probably. Besides, secret missions are no place for teenage dragons.

I've packed my knapsack with my remaining supply of Emergency Rescue Mission Sprinkles, so hopefully They won't take it away when I'm captured and thrown pitilessly in a dank and stale dungeon to await my torturous end.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Day 7 (maybe 11? 12? 32??) of The Investigation:

Upon invisibly entering V.E.T. headquarters at 202 E. Palm St., I discovered an impossible labyrinth of corridors and stark white hallways smelling of PsyBreeze Airfreshener and hamster fur. The building is approximately forty-seven point two times bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside, and I spent the better part of my time here attempting to navigate it's impossible layout. It didn't help that I kept forgetting where I had previously been.

Umm... There was something else I wanted to write... Ummm.. Uh..... It was... Ummmmmmmm.......... Oh! I remember now. I think. Anyway, I was coasting from locked door to locked door, and narrow nondescript hallway to narrow nondescript hallway, when I finally found a door that wasn't locked. This was rather surprising as security here is very secure. Anyway, as I entered the room, a sort of mist was sprayed from the ceiling, somehow rendering me visible to the prim secretary sitting at the old fashioned wooden desk (complete with typewriter) in the middle of the large and otherwise empty room. She was the first person I'd seen since my arrival; not a single agent of V.E.T. or even an Austrian wood-mouse had shown itself my entire visit, which I found slightly disconcerting. Austrian wood-mice go /everywhere/. Anyway, once I was caught, the secretary (who's name plate says "Susan") searched me and took most of my belongings before having me write my name and contact information on a sign in sheet while she produced a rather uncomfortable wooden chair. I've been in this horrid chamber since. They call it... The Waiting Room.

The only things that weren't confiscated from me were my journal and knapsack full of sprinkles (Pumpkin and Cherry Cola flavoured). I haven't posted because I was afraid "Susan" might notice and take away my journal. It is now my only connection to the outside world. Besides the large bay window with a view of a lovely garden.

Anyway, although I haven't posted, I have been reading other posts, and I have a few things to say. I think.

@xiirth welcome to Psychic Crime Club! I am currently unavailable to supervise the Initiation Ritual, but as long as you eventually give me the large payment of sprinkles you mentioned, I will consider it a good substitute. As I told @Alra Mist, I, also get easily lost and confused, which means that I have a plethora of enchanted maps of the school (most if not all of which I made myself in Psychic Cartography Class), although I have a tendency to forget they exist. If you would like to borrow one, they are located in the secret compartment in the bottom left drawer of my desk. I think. Or maybe they're under the couch. I'm not sure which dorm room I'm in, either. But if you find my room, and if you find my stash of maps, feel free to borrow one. Just not the pinkish one written in Bulgarian. That one might possibly be dangerous. Maybe.

Also, since I have no idea how much longer I will be... away, I am appointing @Steak Richardson as President Pro Tempore until my return. However, please keep aware that any and all attempted coups must be done per protocol as mentioned in the 1876 Psychic Treaty of Crime, which, (for those who have not read the afore mentioned treaty, or, like me, keep forgetting it), means that a Psychic Joust must be scheduled at least 20 days in advance between the current leader and the one who wishes to become leader through use of a coup.


I must go now; "Susan" has finished her paperwork and will glance over at me at any moment now.
I will continue posting whenever "Susan" isn't looking.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

@Nobody There should be a small wooden key on the floor in the corner near "Susan"'s desk. If you can get to it and if my psychometry skills aren't failing me, I believe it may help you find a way out and perhaps even distract "Susan."
Good Luck!

- Mu