1 day, 5 hours ago: Jordan Daniels wrote a Downtime Journal for The Light, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

Clearing My Name, For Real

-I finally got my name cleared. It wasn’t cheap, and it took a hell of a lot of work.

 

-But I’m relieved. Finally my coworkers have stopped snickering behind my back.

 

-People aren’t throwing rotten trash at my window anymore, or refusing me taxi rides.

-All it took was community service and a social media campaign. I wired up electricity where people had lost their homes to the fires. 

-Rebuilt a street. It felt good to help people. Even if I didn’t quite fit in with them. Even if I got stares. And whispers.

 

-So I’m glad. I’m glad that Pastor Blackwell thinks I did ‘blessed work’. I’m glad I can walk home safely.

 

-It feels like the nightmare, of everyone hating me is finally over. Though I am still getting some hate mail from St. Louis. 

-No matter how much you change…some of your past sticks with you. 

1 day, 6 hours ago: Jordan Daniels wrote a Downtime Journal for The Drill Bit

Can’t Catch a Break

-Ever since that last job the media stalking’s been worse.

 

-I’m so glad I use this rather than a blog. All my social media’s have been swamped with stalkers. Can’t open Facebook without hate mail. It’s suffocating.

 

-a few guys showed up at my apartment the other day. Called me some…choice words.

 

-I need to do something soon to clear my name, because frankly the attention is starting to scare me.

 

-I was always a wallflower. Now I can’t walk down the street without somebody snapping a pic with their phone. Every time I walk past an alley I’m one coin flip away from one of the crazies finally deciding to take the hate message a little too far.

-I talked with my boss about maybe doing some electrical work for the community, making a good reputation that way. He called me a crazy racist bastard. Said no one needed my help.

 

-But I’m gonna try it anyways. What other choice do I have? 

-Gotta clear these Sons emails outta my inbox—same way I gotta clear my name.

1 day, 6 hours ago: Jordan Daniels wrote a Downtime Journal for Middle School

Repaying the Community

-With the fires raging…I figured the least I could do is help out here in Detroit. Repaint my public image a bit.

 

-So I got in contact with the pastor. Told em I wanted to do whatever I could to help.

 

-Pastor Blackwell asked me to convince people to move out, seek shelter before the fires caught up to their neighborhood. 

-I’ll admit it was a pretty tough ask. No one ever wants to leave their home. But I’ve always had a way with people. I talked to em, got to know their perspectives, and gave em a ride to safety.

 

-One of the last guys was pretty stubborn though. I barely managed to get him out before the flames took the house. 

-Rolling out the window with him they singed me—hurt like hell.

 

-But it was worth it. There are still reporters at my door, now and then. But at least it’s not all hate articles now.

2 days, 9 hours ago: Astra Nuu wrote a Downtime Journal for Setting Assail

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Not much to say here. I went to a therapist to treat my phobia, keeping details about my personal life a secret. She didn't pry too much and helped me face my fear. From fearing it to feeling comfortable in it again.

I've tested my new gift. It makes me almost completely invisible. But it lags behind and wobbles when I move. It's very interesting however. I used it to surprise Alex.

 

I met up with Alex. We watched a movie and spent some time together. She made me try out a lot of different clothes. I wonder where to put them.

 

Besides this, I mostly just stood put. I slowed my hacking with the new money in my account, only breaking a few systems to have some fun with.

 

I am looking forward to the next contract. They are dangerous, but maybe I can actually realize my dreams this way.

2 days, 12 hours ago: Jordan Scott wrote a Downtime Journal for Night of The Knobbler!

Investigation and holding my breath

Okay, so as I mentioned before, I was in Chicago investigating the subject of the serum project. After the whole contract was over I teleported back here, so I decided to rest a bit. While sleeping I realized that I don’t have to breath anymore. How I discovered that you may ask? Because when I woke up I was sleeping with my face against the pillow and lemme tell you, when you don’t need air it’s pretty comfortable. Anyway, last week I discovered that the subject name was Jose Ramos and with some research I found out that he was a former revolutionary terrorist. I’m currently on Chicago trying to find his apartment to see if I can learn more about him and this mutation. But I can already tell that his death might be related with this “contracts”.