Meat Stig

We’d seen the kit for the first stage of our mission in the corner when we arrived, but needed to build up some stocks and strength before we could attempt a cross-time dérive-machine at even this initial level.

It was bleak and wintry outside, and The Tribe’s instructions for where we could find sustenance were oblique, as usual, but we managed to get what we needed. Scanning through unfamiliar stations on the TV, we found a tale to help us channel the primordial forces we’d need, and adjusted our meat-masks while we absorbed it.

Meat Mask Monk

By now we were feeling the pull of the transmitter we were staying near, and went out to pick up our day’s messages.


Informed and revitalised we practiced our image-beaming – using the Snow Theatre as the stage for our group signal.

Snow Theatre