A consensus has been reached
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I have tallied all of your revotes. Keep in mind that this is a lesson into the importance of forging alliances. When you coordinate and collaborate your votes, you avoid a tie vote and hence vote the frightening Purple Rock Tiebreaker. Wouldn't you prefer to have some control over your own fate? Now, it's time to read the votes. Once the votes are read, the decision is final, and the person will be asked to leave DLP Island immediately.

First revote is for...

AZIRAPHALE​

Second vote...

AZIRAPHALE




















RILEY POOLE.​

That's 2 votes for Aziraphale, 1 vote for Riley. Next revote...

AZIRAPHALE​

RILEY POOLE.​

That's 3 votes for Aziraphale, 2 votes for Riley Poole. One vote remaining:











































































And the first person voted out of Survivor: DLP is

​

AZIRAPHALE​

That's four votes, Aziraphale, and that is enough for this Tribal Council. Please bring me your torch. As fire represents life, unfortunately, the journey ends here.​

AZIRAPHALE, the House has spoken.​

Night 1 has started.

Posting in this thread is prohibited until all Night actions are submitted.

Players with night actions need to bold their actions when addressing them to me in the QT. Failure to use the correct format as specified in your QTs will simply result in recording a non-action by me in the player log. All players must tell me, in their private QTs, which player they will send an affectionate gesture to. Until all Night actions are submitted, the next Day will not commence.

At Night, you may also know begin 1-on-1 QTs with your fellow Housemates. Request which players (via private QT) with which you wish to communicate, and either Palindrome or I will organise it for you. If you wish to have a group conversation, I recommend you either hold it in your House QT or you convey your messages to all players involved in the convo via your 1-on-1 QTs at the same time.

This may be finnicky, but the whole point of 1-on-1 QTs is to give some opportunity for individual manoeuvring, although alliances with multiple players are definitely encouraged.


Apart from Zeitgeist and Palindrome, only the following (15) individuals are allowed to participate:

GRYFFINDOR:



Irene//TSN//guljons//Caesar//Aekiel//Nae'blis//Ash//LochNess


SLYTHERIN:


fontisian//Whooves//klackerz//Castiel//Riley//Stojil//Anya//Aziraphale​

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If you have any questions, ask me in your private QTs. Thank you for playing, Aziraphale. I really do appreciate it. If you'd like access to the Homeviewers/Observers QT, shoot me a PM. And remember, you cannot talk to anybody about the game until it is concluded.

 

Hey hey hey, is that a mirror in your pocket? 'Coz I can see myself in your pants.

/filler.

 

Once again, Immunity is back up for grabs
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Welcome back, castaways, to the Immunity Challenge. Before we start, Gryffindor, I'll be collecting your Immunity Statue. And thus, the Statue and Immunity is back up for grabs.

Now, how many of you have read the Tree Mail? Tree Mail is normally quite informative, hinting of future events to come. Your last Tree Mails read something like this, I believe:

"For your next Challenge, be prepared to thread together a story, like a spinster with a needle.
Unlike the last, participation from all is what's needed for the task to be easy like a fiddle."

And also, "I find your behaviour puzzling."

Many of you predicted that this will be a Ficlet Writing Challenge and drove yourselves into anxious preparations for such an ominous event. Well, consider this a lesson into never assuming. Yes, you will be threading together a story. And yes, puzzling is a definite part of it. Tree Mail never lies...

However, it is not Ficlet Writing! Instead, today's Immunity Challenge is a puzzle, Thread that Story. For this Challenge, you will compete as your two Houses. Each contestant has been given five puzzle pieces, which have been deposited into their private QTs. Contestants must arrange the puzzle pieces into the correct sequence to tell a story. When the story is complete, you will find a code.

To make this Challenge a bit more interesting, your House QTs will be temporarily disabled until the conclusion of the Challenge.


The first House to correctly assemble the puzzle and tell me, in bold, the winning code will win Immunity. Losers will go to Tribal Council, where one of you will be second person eliminated from Survivor: DLP


Challenge 2 (Day) has started.

Posting is now permitted in this thread until the Thread that Story concludes

Since Gryffindor has one extra member, they have agreed to sit TSN out of this Challenge. No Renegade has struck, meaning that only TSN will not be able to participate or post in this Challenge.


Apart from Zeitgeist and Palindrome, only the following (15) individuals are allowed to participate:

GRYFFINDOR:



Irene//TSN//guljons//Caesar//Aekiel//Nae'blis//Ash//LochNess


SLYTHERIN:


fontisian//Whooves//klackerz//Castiel//Riley//Stojil//Anya//Aziraphale​

 

F----
“I actually like it, no kidding,” admitted Jake.

He was telling the truth. No. 6, Carroll Street managed to feel cosy without being boring or bland, like many of the other homes in Clearview. The house’s unusual “pink” colour scheme helped fight the dreariness.

Aunt Mara hoisted the ‘KITCHEN UTENSILS’ box. “Really? You like this old bag of dust?”

“A ‘Yay’ from ‘Yay or Nay’ for me,” said Jake. He added, cheekily. “And you aren’t that old, Aunt Mara.”

“Haha. I’m dying with laughter.”
I----
Aunt Mara shot Jake a meaningful look.

“Um, yes. No trouble,” said Jake, sheepishly.

Principal Norton set down the papers, reached into his desk drawer, and pulled something out. It was a yellow pamphlet, gilded with the logo of a Four-leaf Clover. Jake glimpsed at the title: ‘The Community – Four Hands Acting as One’. It was the same organisation that ran the Scouts, or whatever Eloise Applelard was a part of.

With the slickness of a greased realtor, Principal Norton slid the pamphlet across the desk.
M----
However, it wouldn’t be that bad, if it weren’t for Principal Norton. The man wasn’t good news, and that burnt smell originating from his office made Jake frown.

Reaching into his pockets, Jake pulled out the pamphlet. The logo of four-leaf clover stretched across the front cover.

“Act like everyone else,” he muttered. “What am I supposed to do? Join the Scouts?”

The Community and its junior division, the Scouts. The group seemed innocent enough. Would it hurt to give the club a try?
R----
“Sleep over it. I’m sure you will make the right decision,” said Principal Norton, as he filed away the rest of the Community brochures. “Back to our original topic, I do think that Jake will fit-in at Stonewall, Miss Pryce, despite his patchwork record.”

Aunt Mara was visibly relieved.

“We need his guardian’s signature on one more form, and his enrolment will be finalised. Am I to assume that you are his primary caretaker?”

“Yes, I am,” answered Aunt Mara.
T----
When Principal Norton turned around, Jake felt his face burn red. He was embarrassed that he was even making this weird request to start with. Aunt Mara was frowning.

“Can you put me in a class other than 6B?” asked Jake uneasily. “This girl – Elena, Elisa, something – said that I should avoid it, and ask you.”

“Class 6B? Interesting, that was my original pick for you,” said Principal Norton softly. “I imagined you would fit in perfectly with the other children there. You see, many of them are also…troubled. Unusual kids we need to keep an extra pair of eyes on.”

 

E----
Jake crossed his arms. Even from the first look, Stonewall Primary didn’t seem as exciting as his old schools.

Aunt Mara approached one of girls who were prowling the hallways.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Charles Norton?” asked Aunt Mara. “The Principal for Stonewall?”

The girl on the right glanced up. She looked neat, with long sleeves and a laundered skirt. A red hair-band pinned back curly, blond hair. Jake was reminded of Linda Pope, the snotty girl who tattled on his “weirdness”.



E-----
“Are you sure? I have some aspirin in the glove pocket, if you feel dizzy,” said Aunt Mara firmly. “We still have a few more kilometres to go, and I don’t want you to sick up in the car.”

Jake smiled. “I’ll be fine. Your car’s safe.”


G-----
Jake bought the Cherry Soda anyway, although he sincerely wished that the drink wasn’t this tepid or lukewarm. Sighing, he opened the can and bought it to his lips. Immediately, his eyes widened. The soda was cold. But didn’t he swear that it was warm a few seconds ago? How? What on earth?

Eventually, the strange incidents stopped, retreating into the blurs of his childhood memories. In fact, Jake could almost dismiss them as figments of his wondering imagination. Almost.



E----
The girl walked away without another word, leaving Jake and Aunt Mara alone again.

“What a nice girl. She was so thoughtful in giving us directions,” said Aunt Mara, as they walked up the stairs to the second floor. “Such discipline – I’ve never seen such a well-behaved child. Clearview must be much stricter than Mosman.”

“I dunno. Eloise seemed a little, er – forward.”

“Nonsense. Frankly, her attitude was refreshing,” asserted Aunt Mara, looking satisfied. “Not many kids are willing to listen to adults and act as responsibly as that girl. I was surprised.”

E----
“Clearview is a good town. It’s quiet, and I’ve heard only good things about the townspeople,” she said.

“It’s too far away, a two hour drive from the city,” rebutted Jake.

 

Guys, post your pieces as soon as you can.


Zeit, are Gryffindors' pieces part of ours too or do they form their own code I shouldn't care nothing about?

 

U----
Aunt Mara placed the box on a bench-top. Whipping out a dishtowel, she began wiping down the nooks and crannies in the kitchen. Dirt and grime emerged from the cracks in the tiles. After a moment of furious scrubbing, Aunt Mara paused and looked up at Jake.

“I’ll fix you some lunch in thirty minutes,” she told Jake. “In the mean time, why don’t you head to your room and start unpacking? You can have the east bedroom, the one facing the front yard.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Lunch?”

“Honey Chicken with rice.”


R----
Jake resisted the urge to retort that he didn’t need extra supervision. This was the fourth time that the principal had alluded to his disciplinary record, and Jake was getting a little fed up.

“Regardless, I don’t think we should make any hasty changes for now,” concluded Principal Norton. “Let’s see how you behave in Class 6B and take it from there, okay?”

“Okay.”



S----
Principal Norton was sitting behind his desk. He wasn’t an intimidating man. At least in appearance. Gifted with a rather forgettable face, he had thatched hair, a small mouth, and a strong jaw. In fact, the only thing that was reasonably remarkable about the man’s looks was his eyes. They were watery and black, like a pot of ink.

Those eyes flashed when Jake entered the room.

“Good afternoon,” said the man; his voice was a wispy but controlled. “Please, take a seat. Now, what brings you to Stonewall?”

Aunt Mara sat down in one of the room’s armchairs. Jake copied his aunt and lowered himself into a red armchair. The chair itself, with its black trimmings and lumpy cushions, reminded him of an open jaw. Jake felt a little nauseated. It didn’t help that the burning smell seemed to be the strongest here. Not that anybody else appeared to notice.

Why didn’t anybody else notice? Jake sincerely doubted that he was going crazy. Well, not too crazy.

Aunt Mara extended her hand to Principal Norton; the man shook it.

“Mara Pryce, we spoke over the phone,” she said.

“Ah, the woman planning to move to Clearview. I remember: you wish to enrol your nephew, yes?” Principal Norton sounded thrilled, as though he were a toad that had caught a particularly juicy fly. “I’m sure Stonewall has a place for him. Let me check the relevant paperwork. Procedures, procedures…”

Principal Norton’s black eyes flicked towards Jake.

“You must be Jake Hilden,” said Principal Norton. “Twelve years old?”

“Yeah.”

The Principal raised an eyebrow; Jake flushed.

“I mean, ‘yes’,” said Jake hastily.


V----
Principal Norton read aloud: “Three probations and two suspensions.”

Jake flinched. Each of those events had involved a “freakish” incident, like the frozen pond and Linda Pope. There were inexplicable, and nobody knew the truth. Of course, that didn’t mean that Jake wasn’t punished under labels such as “causing distress to a peer” or “vandalising school property”. His school record was far from spotless.

“Those were mistakes, unfortunate happenstances,” insisted Aunt Mara, in an oddly pitchy voice. “Jake has learnt his lesson, and there won’t be any further trouble. Isn’t that right?”



O----
Jake pocketed the pamphlet in his jeans. While the local club sounded like a good idea, he didn’t like the glint in Principal Norton’s eyes. The man’s expression was impassive, but those black pupils were almost predatory. And Jake’s instincts told him to be wary.

“I’ll think about it,” said Jake cautiously.Edited

 

Also, it's probably obvious, but the two Houses have received two separate puzzles, with two separate codes. However, to make it confusing, similar names and similar terms are used in both puzzles. Have fun.

 

I think this is the order.

I am not sure about the last two, they might need to be flipped.

 

I think R comes befores Stojil's F.

 

A----
“Principal Norton’s office is on the second floor,” said the girl, pointing at a flight of stairs. “Third door from the right. You can’t miss it.”

“Ah, thank you,” said Aunt Mara.

The blond girl leaned towards Jake. Up closer, Jake noticed that the girl had hazel eyes which would have been pretty, had they not been bloodshot and ringed with dark circles. It was as though she had been in a fight, or hadn’t slept in a long time.


1)9year old
N----
More strange events followed as Jake’s life went on. Aunt Mara had gotten a job in another country, forcing her and Jake to move once again. While they were waiting at the airport, for the next flight to London, Jake had grown thirsty. Like many other nine year-old boys, he was impatient and thus pleaded Aunt Mara for spare change to buy a soda. After she finally gave in, Jake gleefully raced to the airport’s 8-Twelve Convenience Store and grabbed a Cherry Soda. He was disappointed, though. All the available drinks were warm; perhaps the cooling system was down.



I-----
Jake glanced up. Aunt Mara was peering at him from the driver’s seat. Long fingers were clenched around the steering wheel, while she shuffled in her narrow, pencil skirt. Her cat-like eyes had softened at the edges, as though she were worried.

“I’m fine, Aunt Mara. Just tired,” said Jake.

B----After 1. 12 year old
Jake Hilden was a strange boy.

At the first glance, there was nothing about Jake that spelled “weirdness”. He was neither short nor tall for his twelve years. Dull, auburn hair hung over his pale face, which bore a pair of big, blue eyes and a smile that was missing two baby-teeth. A bandage was also taped across his nose, presumably to cover a minor wound from tag or some other schoolyard game. While those skinny legs supported Jake’s skinny body, the slightest hint of a tan crawled up his scratched arms, which had been injured from the one time he had to deal with his grandma’s annoying cat.


N----
However, the artist hadn’t succeeded. The rabbit’s eyes were too large, almost the size of dinner plates; the creature’s smile was also exceedingly wide, giving Jake the impression of a rabid rabbit hopped up on drugs or cotton candy. Jake felt unsettled instead of welcomed.

As Aunt Mara continued further into the town, Jake’s initial impression of Clearview wasn’t improved. Mean streets zigzagged outwards, as capillaries of cobblestones and low-browed houses. While grey shrubs grew around neat corners, red dust crept across the brick walls, which were otherwise clean and whitewashed. Most of the buildings didn’t reach three storeys. Two old men were reading a newspaper on a park bench, but there were no children in sight. In contrast to the jovial bustle of Mosman, Clearview appeared sleepy.

 

GRYFFINDOR LET'S ALL POST THE PIECES AND START UNSCRAMBLING! QUICK!

 

A----
Jake obeyed, although not without grumbling about aunts and the weighty tasks they set.

When Aunt Mara found her keys and opened the door, Jake carried their belongings into the living room. The insides of the house were nothing exceptional: pastel walls, wooden floors, and flowery drapes. A carpeted staircase led to the second floor, while a glass table leaned against the window. Most of the rooms were empty.


F-----
“I actually like it, no kidding,” admitted Jake.

He was telling the truth. No. 6, Carroll Street managed to feel cosy without being boring or bland, like many of the other homes in Clearview. The house’s unusual “pink” colour scheme helped fight the dreariness.

Aunt Mara hoisted the ‘KITCHEN UTENSILS’ box. “Really? You like this old bag of dust?”

“A ‘Yay’ from ‘Yay or Nay’ for me,” said Jake. He added, cheekily. “And you aren’t that old, Aunt Mara.”

“Haha. I’m dying with laughter.”


T----
When Principal Norton turned around, Jake felt his face burn red. He was embarrassed that he was even making this weird request to start with. Aunt Mara was frowning.

“Can you put me in a class other than 6B?” asked Jake uneasily. “This girl – Elena, Elisa, something – said that I should avoid it, and ask you.”

“Class 6B? Interesting, that was my original pick for you,” said Principal Norton softly. “I imagined you would fit in perfectly with the other children there. You see, many of them are also…troubled. Unusual kids we need to keep an extra pair of eyes on.”


I----
Principal Norton tapped his chin with a finger. “What about his parents?”

“My sister has been dead for twelve years,” said Aunt Mara brusquely, “and my brother-in-law had renounced his custodial rights when Jake was six.”

While Jake stared blankly at the carpet, Principal Norton harrumphed
I----
Aunt Mara shot Jake a meaningful look.

“Um, yes. No trouble,” said Jake, sheepishly.

Principal Norton set down the papers, reached into his desk drawer, and pulled something out. It was a yellow pamphlet, gilded with the logo of a Four-leaf Clover. Jake glimpsed at the title: ‘The Community – Four Hands Acting as One’. It was the same organisation that ran the Scouts, or whatever Eloise Applelard was a part of.

With the slickness of a greased realtor, Principal Norton slid the pamphlet across the desk.


R----
“Sleep over it. I’m sure you will make the right decision,” said Principal Norton, as he filed away the rest of the Community brochures. “Back to our original topic, I do think that Jake will fit-in at Stonewall, Miss Pryce, despite his patchwork record.”

Aunt Mara was visibly relieved.

“We need his guardian’s signature on one more form, and his enrolment will be finalised. Am I to assume that you are his primary caretaker?”

“Yes, I am,” answered Aunt Mara.


E----
“There’s only one more thing left,” he told Jake. “Welcome to Stonewall Primary – and to Clearview.”

A few more minutes passed, during which Aunt Mara and Principal Norton exchanged some general pleasantries and a few words regarding the textbooks Jake would need to buy. However, the wan secretary finally interceded.

“Principal Norton, Mrs Kane has sent Douglas Draper to your office,” said the secretary, from the doorway. “Apparently, Draper had fallen asleep in class again.”


D----
Douglas wrinkled his nose, as though he had smelled something disgusting. After throwing the principal another glare, he walked into the office and slammed the door behind. Principal Norton’s smile faltered ever-so slightly. Jake couldn’t help but grin.

“Excuse me, I have some work to do,” said Principal Norton in a tight voice.

Before turning the doorknob to his office, he patted Jake on the shoulder. A cold feeling spread through Jake’s body, like cold wind at night. Jake shivered.


M----
However, it wouldn’t be that bad, if it weren’t for Principal Norton. The man wasn’t good news, and that burnt smell originating from his office made Jake frown.

Reaching into his pockets, Jake pulled out the pamphlet. The logo of four-leaf clover stretched across the front cover.

“Act like everyone else,” he muttered. “What am I supposed to do? Join the Scouts?”

The Community and its junior division, the Scouts. The group seemed innocent enough. Would it hurt to give the club a try?

E----
Jake was folding the Community’s pamphlet, when he heard a shuffling sound outside. Curious, Jake strolled to the window and pulled it up. The source of the noise wasn’t hard to find; a young boy stood on the front yard, crushing some of the gardenias with his scrappy sneakers. A baseball cap was shoved low over the boy’s head, as if he wanted to protect his identity.

However, bits of hair popped out from under the hem. Jake noted that the hair colour was blond, but different from the pale blond of Eloise Applelard’s curls. It was a more triumphant blond, brighter. More yellow, like afternoon sunshine.

Jake shouted. “Oi! What are you doing?”

Startled, the boy in the baseball cap jumped back. Then, he spun around and ran away. Jake wrinkled his brow, more than a little puzzled.

“What was that about?” he said to himself. “Can this town get any weirder?”

After closing the window, Jake started to return to the box on his bed. Something grabbed his attention, though. The glass in the window had tinted slightly, with a tiny cluster of white on the bottom right corner. Entranced, Jake pressed a finger into the pane.

A cold snap crept up the window, making it opaque and freezing to touch. Frost trailed over what was warm glass, a minute ago. Ice crystals formed over the edges, like spider webs.

“No,” breathed Jake.

He withdrew his hand. Almost immediately, the ice started to disappear. But the damage was already done. Jake felt his heart race at a million miles per second; his finger was numb with cold.

“Not again,” he mumbled.

The freakishness… Was it real? Jake swore that he saw the last of it in Mosman, two months ago. That was meant to be the end of the weird business, finally. But why was it happening again in Clearview, out of all places?

Why to him?

This includes my bits and what I think is the correct order so far. I copied this from Stojil.

 

Firstish.

Needs some filler here.

Could go in that order.

 

I did this when there was only me and Stojil so I' didn't add the others. If you want I can keep going but I'm at work so it might be spotty and someone with a faster response time might be better.

 

These 2 go together
1)9year old

and these 2

+

 

Guljons, any gryffindors here, starting unscrambling, I gtg do something urgent, I'll be back asap promise! But it may take around 5-6 hours! WE'RE COUNTING ON YOU GUYS.

 

the one's in the house taking everyone's post

R----
“We’re here,” said Aunt Mara, smiling. “Welcome to our new home.”

Stepping out onto the lawn, Jake stared at the house. It was quaint, with pink shutters and trussed rafters. There were three upstairs windows, signalling that this was a three bedroom house. A series of flagstones formed a footpath to the front door, on which was embossed a bright brass plate with the words ‘No. 6, Carroll Street’.

Y----
“It’s smaller than our old house in the city,” noted Jake.

Aunt Mara opened the trunk of the car and took out some boxes. They had the familiar labels: MARA’S CLOTHES, JAKE’S CLOTHES, BOOKS – FICTION, KITCHEN UTENSILS, etc. When she beckoned to him, Jake walked over and took the parcels from her hand. He staggered a little; they were heavy.

“Take these to the front door, while I get the key to the house,” instructed Aunt Mara, as she reached into the trunk again. “Be careful with the smaller boxes; those are our only clothes, and if they get ruined, we’ll have nothing to wear.”

A----
Jake obeyed, although not without grumbling about aunts and the weighty tasks they set.

When Aunt Mara found her keys and opened the door, Jake carried their belongings into the living room. The insides of the house were nothing exceptional: pastel walls, wooden floors, and flowery drapes. A carpeted staircase led to the second floor, while a glass table leaned against the window. Most of the rooms were empty.
N----
There was very little furniture, but Jake expected that. Despite what the name suggested, pre-furnished houses tended to contain only the essentials: beds, chairs, a dining table, and maybe a sofa. Jake and Aunt Mara didn’t need much, though. They had survived with far less.

“I guess the previous tenant wasn’t kidding when he said the house was barely furnished,” said Aunt Mara, as she wiped her hand across the tattering sofa

D----
“It’s not that bad,” said Jake.

“Really?” Aunt Mara started opening some of the boxes. “You were complaining buckets in the car, about Clearview and moving. Be honest with me.”

Reaching into the box labelled ‘TRINKETS’, she took out a deck of decorative Tarot cards. Aunt Mara placed the deck next to the pile of history books.

“You can tell me what you really think about the house,” she said.

F----
“I actually like it, no kidding,” admitted Jake.

He was telling the truth. No. 6, Carroll Street managed to feel cosy without being boring or bland, like many of the other homes in Clearview. The house’s unusual “pink” colour scheme helped fight the dreariness.

Aunt Mara hoisted the ‘KITCHEN UTENSILS’ box. “Really? You like this old bag of dust?”

“A ‘Yay’ from ‘Yay or Nay’ for me,” said Jake. He added, cheekily. “And you aren’t that old, Aunt Mara.”

“Haha. I’m dying with laughter.”
U----
Aunt Mara placed the box on a bench-top. Whipping out a dishtowel, she began wiping down the nooks and crannies in the kitchen. Dirt and grime emerged from the cracks in the tiles. After a moment of furious scrubbing, Aunt Mara paused and looked up at Jake.

“I’ll fix you some lunch in thirty minutes,” she told Jake. “In the mean time, why don’t you head to your room and start unpacking? You can have the east bedroom, the one facing the front yard.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Lunch?”

“Honey Chicken with rice.”


A----
The room that Aunt Mara had selected for him was comfortable. The ceiling was peaked, allowing for a surprising amount of room, while a small bed crouched next to a simple dresser. Over the window hung periwinkle curtains which were decorated with a curious pattern of lizards holding gloves and fans.

Jake set down the box on the bed. As he took out his clothes and put them in the dresser, Jake pondered how his stay in Clearview would pan out. Aunt Mara had promised that they only needed to stay a year, perhaps even less. Jake sighed. Even though he didn’t want to whine, Clearview perturbed him. It was so different to Mosman or the rest of the city. The dead middle of nowhere.

 

On my phone and not available at the moment, but I had the time to copy my snippet. Hope I'm able to help with the puzzle soon, if not, I believe in you guys

H----“I wouldn’t have to worry if you didn’t make me,” said Aunt Mara wearily, as she followed Jake into the school building. “You are one strange boy. I swear, Jake, you’ll be the death of me.”

They climbed the stairs, passing by the school’s blank notice-board and an outdated poster for a Primary School Writing Competition. The hallways were clean and freshly swept, and green doors formed a tidy array along the dull, grey walls. Since it was Monday afternoon, most kids were still inside the classrooms, with their teachers. However, one or two students prowled outside and around corners, as if they were protecting something.

H----Jake sometimes wondered if his aunt knew about his… weirdness, despite the fact he never spoke of it. Although the bizarre events only occurred when basically nobody was around, Aunt Mara had a certain glint in her eye whenever Jake saw her afterwards. Like she knew something. Her awareness of the “freak episodes” would definitely explain why they travelled around so much. Maybe she was trying to get away before anybody could clue in to what was happening.

S----“Aunt Mara,” said Jake carefully. “Why are we moving again?”

“I already told you. I got a better job at Clearview’s Whitson High School. It pays much better than that old position in Mosman, and you know how little I get paid for teaching to begin with. Every cent counts.”

“But I liked Mosman! The kids there were cool, and I got good grades. Plus the Principal, Mrs Copeland, wasn’t a pain in the –”

“Language!” she snapped.

N----Aunt Mara squeezed Jake’s shoulder. Concern mingled with a tinge of fright on her face. As Jake coughed again, Aunt Mara pushed back her brown bangs.

“Jake,” she said tightly. “I don’t smell anything. Maybe you’re not feeling well… Would you like that aspirin I was talking about earlier? It’ll clear your mind.”

P-----Currently, Jake and his Aunt Mara were in a car, driving dozens of miles into the countryside. Nothing strange was going to break out today. The last time Jake had seen freakish things was two months ago, and he was hoping to keep it that way.

“Jake?” a voice called out, breaking the twelve year-old boy from his thoughts. “Are you okay? You look a little dazed.”

 

The code doesn't make sense though.

Clarification Zeit Is the code in order or will we have to unscramble that part too? It should be in order since we're unscrambling the actual text correct?