The Synodiporia Psychic Network

It might be time to start considering working on the buddy system.

I've been looking into the disappearing locals, and a few things stand out: they all vanished suddenly, they all vanished from near the shore, and the last time any of them were seen was just before our nightly monster serenade.

I don't know whether it's driving something out of the water to snatch people or luring people in, but either way, wandering around alone seems like a damn good way to wind up on the missing persons list.

We managed to make it in and out of the Council offices in one piece.

[That's the sort of statement that should sound celebratory. It doesn't. Even with the flattened affect provided by the psychic network's rendering of tone, there's an undercurrent of carefully restrained anger.]

The plague's gone. The plague's been gone for almost two hundred years. The Council's been keeping quarantine all this time in order to keep from having to admit they've been drugging people blind for no good reason for centuries. Their biggest concern right now is the fact that more and more kids are being born resistant to their drugs.

That's where the Duskling population boom is coming from. And the kids born on the wrong side of twilight - apparently, immunity to one side doesn't guarantee immunity to the other, and they aren't all that careful about making sure their shipments don't get mixed up, since an adult probably isn't going to notice any change after a few doses of the wrong thing.