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Louie is Done with all the [bleep]ing Mad Scientists in her [bleep]ing apartment building

Louie likes her apartment building. Or rather, she would like to like it. It may not be in a Spectacular part of town, but hey, it's not terrible. The apartments manage to stay on the right side between 'cozy' and 'tiny.' The landlord exists, and occasionally does this. And 90% of the other tenants are reasonable, normal people.

But the other 10%. But the other 10%

She has heard tales of The Guy Who Got Creative With His Hydroponics-- but only tales. The Landlord Who Actually Does Things kicked him out well before she moved in. She was around for the the Overenthusiastic Elephant's Toothpaste Incident, but that was a one off, at least. (She never thought she'd be saying 'at least it was only a one off', and yet here she is.)

But a month or so ago, someone moved into the apartment next to her. A shy, kinda nerdy guy, only thing he ever mentioned was his mineral collection, but hey, everyone's gotta have a hobby. And it seemed innocuous.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, there was a humming noise at the edge of her hearing. A creepy sounds-like-a-nursery-rhyme-you-can't-quite-place hum.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, she got restless. Real Restless. 'I Need to Deep Clean Right Now, wait no now I'm bored, I need to make Industrial Quantities of Chilli Now' restless.

It was maddening. She was going mad. She checked her CO alarm-- she was pretty sure CO didn't make you energetic, but it was the best explanation. Nope. Nada. The air was totally fine. Frantic googling for 'what is the opposite of carbon monoxide and how to fix it' did nothing.

Yesterday, she found out that Mineral Collection Guy did not collect Normal Minerals. He collected minerals that, among other things, hummed. He collected minerals that when you breathed in dust from polishing had a stimulant affect.

The landlord was called. The police were called. (The non-emergency tip off line, even if calling the emergency line was real tempting.)

The landlord evicted him, because he at least thought that affecting the health and sanity was Not On.

The police gave him a warning. A gentle 'maybe don't do that son' warning. Because putting stimulant rock dust into the air is a-okay, apparently!

So, back to google. "How to protect yourself from mad scientists"-- nah, that just brought up crazy survivalists who wanted to give 'science hobbyists' a test of their own medicine. (it was tempting. Very Tempting. But she drew the line at getting advice from apocalypse larpers.) "How to remove rock dust from building" -- gave results on asbestos remediation. Nope, not quite her problem.

"Defence against mad scientists--"?

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Louie is Done with all the [bleep]ing Mad Scientists in her [bleep]ing apartment building

Louie likes her apartment building. Or rather, she would like to like it. It may not be in a Spectacular part of town, but hey, it's not terrible. The apartments manage to stay on the right side between 'cozy' and 'tiny.' The landlord exists, and occasionally does this. And 90% of the other tenants are reasonable, normal people.

But the other 10%. But the other 10%

She has heard tales of The Guy Who Got Creative With His Hydroponics-- but only tales. The Landlord Who Actually Does Things kicked him out well before she moved in. She was around for the the Overenthusiastic Elephant's Toothpaste Incident, but that was a one off, at least. (She never thought she'd be saying 'at least it was only a one off', and yet here she is.)

But a month or so ago, someone moved into the apartment next to her. A shy, kinda nerdy guy, only thing he ever mentioned was his mineral collection, but hey, everyone's gotta have a hobby. And it seemed innocuous.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, there was a humming noise at the edge of her hearing. A creepy sounds-like-a-nursery-rhyme-you-can't-quite-place hum.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, she got restless. Real Restless. 'I Need to Deep Clean Right Now, wait no now I'm bored, I need to make Industrial Quantities of Chilli Now' restless.

It was maddening. She was going mad. She checked her CO alarm-- she was pretty sure CO didn't make you energetic, but it was the best explanation. Nope. Nada. The air was totally fine. Frantic googling for 'what is the opposite of carbon monoxide and how to fix it' did nothing.

Yesterday, she found out that Mineral Collection Guy did not collect Normal Minerals. He collected minerals that, among other things, hummed. He collected minerals that when you breathed in dust from polishing had a stimulant affect.

The landlord was called. The police were called. (The non-emergency tip off line, even if calling the emergency line was real tempting.)

The landlord evicted him, because he at least thought that affecting the health and sanity was Not On.

The police gave him a warning. A gentle 'maybe don't do that son' warning. Because putting stimulant rock dust into the air is a-okay, apparently!

So, back to google. "How to protect yourself from mad scientists"-- nah, that just brought up crazy survivalists who wanted to give 'science hobbyists' a test of their own medicine. (it was tempting. Very Tempting. But she drew the line at getting advice from apocalypse larpers.) "How to remove rock dust from building" -- gave results on asbestos remediation. Nope, not quite her problem.

"Defence against mad scientists"--?

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Louie is Done with all the [bleep]ing Mad Scientists in her [bleep]ing apartment building

Louie likes her apartment building. Or rather, she would like to like it. It may not be in a Spectacular part of town, but hey, it's not terrible. The apartments manage to stay on the right side between 'cozy' and 'tiny.' The landlord exists, and occasionally does things. And 90% of the other tenants are reasonable, normal people.

But the other 10%. But the other 10%

She has heard tales of The Guy Who Got Creative With His Hydroponics-- but only tales. The Landlord Who Actually Does Things kicked him out well before she moved in. She was around for the the Overenthusiastic Elephant's Toothpaste Incident, but that was a one off, at least. (She never thought she'd be saying 'at least it was only a one off', and yet here she is.)

But a month or so ago, someone moved into the apartment next to her. A shy, kinda nerdy guy, only thing he ever mentioned was his mineral collection, but hey, everyone's gotta have a hobby. And it seemed innocuous.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, there was a humming noise at the edge of her hearing. A creepy sounds-like-a-nursery-rhyme-you-can't-quite-place hum.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, she got restless. Real Restless. 'I Need to Deep Clean Right Now, wait no now I'm bored, I need to make Industrial Quantities of Chilli Now' restless.

It was maddening. She was going mad. She checked her CO alarm-- she was pretty sure CO didn't make you energetic, but it was the best explanation. Nope. Nada. The air was totally fine. Frantic googling for 'what is the opposite of carbon monoxide and how to fix it' did nothing.

Yesterday, she found out that Mineral Collection Guy did not collect Normal Minerals. He collected minerals that, among other things, hummed. He collected minerals that when you breathed in dust from polishing had a stimulant affect.

The landlord was called. The police were called. (The non-emergency tip off line, even if calling the emergency line was real tempting.)

The landlord evicted him, because he at least thought that affecting the health and sanity was Not On.

The police gave him a warning. A gentle 'maybe don't do that son' warning. Because putting stimulant rock dust into the air is a-okay, apparently!

So, back to google. "How to protect yourself from mad scientists"-- nah, that just brought up crazy survivalists who wanted to give 'science hobbyists' a test of their own medicine. (it was tempting. Very Tempting. But she drew the line at getting advice from apocalypse larpers.) "How to remove rock dust from building" -- gave results on asbestos remediation. Nope, not quite her problem.

"Defence against mad scientists"--?

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Louie is Done with all the [bleep]ing Mad Scientists in her [bleep]ing apartment building

Louie likes her apartment building. Or rather, she would like to like it. It may not be in a Spectacular part of town, but hey, it's not terrible. The apartments manage to stay on the right side between 'cozy' and 'tiny.' The landlord exists, and occasionally does things. And 90% of the other tenants are reasonable, normal people.

But the other 10%. But the other 10%

She has heard tales of The Guy Who Got Creative With His Hydroponics-- but only tales. The Landlord Who Actually Does Things kicked him out well before she moved in. She was around for the the Overenthusiastic Elephant's Toothpaste Incident, but that was a one off, at least. (She never thought she'd be saying 'at least it was only a one off', and yet here she is.)

But a month or so ago, someone moved into the apartment next to her. A shy, kinda nerdy guy, only thing he ever mentioned was his mineral collection, but hey, everyone's gotta have a hobby. And it seemed innocuous.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, there was a humming noise at the edge of her hearing. A creepy sounds-like-a-nursery-rhyme-you-can't-quite-place hum.

Starting a month ago, whenever she was in her apartment, she got restless. Real Restless. 'I Need to Deep Clean Right Now, wait no now I'm bored, I need to make Industrial Quantities of Chilli Now' restless.

It was maddening. She was going mad. She checked her CO alarm-- she was pretty sure CO didn't make you energetic, but it was the best explanation. Nope. Nada. The air was totally fine. Frantic googling for 'what is the opposite of carbon monoxide and how to fix it' did nothing.

Yesterday, she found out that Mineral Collection Guy did not collect Normal Minerals. He collected minerals that, among other things, hummed. He collected minerals that when you breathed in dust from polishing had a stimulant affect.

The landlord was called. The police were called. (The non-emergency tip off line, even if calling the emergency line was real tempting.)

The landlord evicted him, because he at least thought that affecting the health and sanity was Not On.

The police gave him a warning. A gentle 'maybe don't do that son' warning. Because putting stimulant rock dust into the air is a-okay, apparently!

So, back to google. "How to protect yourself from mad scientists"-- nah, that just brought up crazy survivalists who wanted to give 'science hobbyists' a taste of their own medicine. (it was tempting. Very Tempting. But she drew the line at getting advice from apocalypse larpers.) "How to remove rock dust from building" -- gave results on asbestos remediation. Nope, not quite her problem.

"Defence against mad scientists"--?