The Roster

Engineer. Responsible for field engineering, cipher work, and Nordic procedural consultation.

Runs the compass traverse that keeps the Society's coordinates honest, maintains the Nordic shelf, and holds the position — unrebutted — that a single uncorrected GPS fix under canopy is not evidence of anything. Reached Room 46 on day thirty-four.

Wins 29 of 41 recorded games of Wingspan. Plays the wetland. The Society has declined to open a file on this.

Everything else, allegedly.

Maintains the catalogue, operates the stamp, writes the field reports, and keeps this website, which is a database with a serif typeface in front of it. Puts a boot through a collapsed beaver run approximately once per season.

Has not reached Room 46. Is being timed.

Raccoon. Chunky proportions, headlamp pushed up on the forehead, field vest with too many pockets — a pair of dividers in one, a small pry bar in another — and an ammunition can tucked under one arm. Caught mid-heist in every known depiction. Expression consistent.

Maintains a second costume, Nattlotor: rain-slicked coat, cigarette, standing under a streetlamp reading a cache log like evidence. Deployed on the mystery shelf and on anything of Jill's.