It was tedious. Typing and writing away at these long paragraphs, just recounting the damage done last week was followed by head-splitting headaches. The Egoist was the lightest offender, only vandalising some parts of the property when he "deemed it pleasing to his ego". Thankfully he didn't care much for destruction, more for redesign as he deemed fit, mostly redecorating his room and somehow adding new rooms to the mansion. He didn't know where he found the time for this, as always when the Telescreens flickered back on (after being illogically turned off), there was some extra door, or some extra corridor found somewhere.
He supported this reluctantly, as it meant new space for surveillance and easier espionage of the other Off-compasses, but it began to be a bit tedious, just to enlarge and enhance the blueprints of the mansion. He would have to see after the swift and utter seizing of the Egoists means to build these structures, lest he run out of blueprint.
On second place came the Communalist, having brought several large groups of people into the mansion several times, under the guise of "establishing a commune", declaring the kitchen as independent. Luckily the Darwinist stepped in, as he was hungry and "not up for this shit". Although he wished Darwin had just thrown them out, disposing of the raging freeloaders differently was also fine with him. The most tedious mess to clean however was the time they somehow brought in a huge glass container, filled with naught but dirt, grass and ants. It must've been at least a few million just guessing by the size of the container. "We made them not need a queen!" IngSoc remembered the Communalist shouting gleefully, "They'll live off of providing for eachother in small communes now, under our faithful guide, so that they'll eventually be self-sustaining!"
When the ants mysteriously all died after a few weeks, IngSoc had to carefully explain to the Communalist that ants weren't just following a queen because they loved monarchs. The burial of the insects took them weeks, but the Communalist pulled through, and had learned more then just some basic ant biology. After that, a mansion wide embargo was set on bringing in any critters, pets and/or any other animals into the property.
And while he violated that agreement by bringing in a dead squirrel, the Darwinist was by far the absolute worst offender when it came to property damage.
Damage to Telescreens, books, computers and basic utensils like, but not limited to: pens, forks, rulers, spoons, toothbrushes, by Big Brother himself, even keys and candles weren't safe from the maniac. He would simply take and destroy most things in his immediate surroundings, just if he felt like it. While the Egoist saw little wrong with that at first, calling it a "nice little change in attitude", he stopped this empathy when the Darwinist started stealing the Egoists bread.
Yet all of the stealing, breaking, appropriating and misusing was nothing next to his newest stunt: quite literally blowing up the yard just for shits and giggles. He said it was because of some apex predator pidgeon, but IngSoc had none of it. He not only had the Telescreens be rebuilt, but updated them for infrared detection, so that the Darwinist wouldn't interfere with the rebuilding process. After all, their yard and basically all of their adjacent windows couldn't just be rebuilt out of thin air and in no time, IngSoc hat to oversee the entire process himself, if not only to prevent the Darwinist from reemerging.
"This should conclude this months report. By me it is getting longer and longer each month... I should really consult with the Party on how much money I can expend without starving the populace too much. Wouldn't want the proles to drop dead now, would we?" Ingsoc was thinking to himself, as he was finishing up the report. After this, he thought, a Gin Tonic would be in order, just something to ease the nerves.
As he packed up the document and put it in his bag, he began to ponder on this whole organization. Afterall, he knew of what was currently happening to the Extremists and Centrists. Their extremist organization wasn't much unlike his, four parties, all more or less bent on destroying their perceived enemies. And even though they were very powerful, they failed as a unit.
What if the same was to fall to the Off-Compass alliance? It wasn't unreasonable to suggest it. The Egoist could simply find it in his best interest or even just ego pleasing to leave them, the Darwinist could turn on them for being too weak and the Communalist might just shy away from all the violence they would inflict.
He Crimestopped. No, this alliance couldn't fail. The extremists were splintered, all too preoccupied with their unending differences, whereas the Off-Compasses just simply had no need for such quarrels. They had him. IngSoc, Big Brother, the Party incarnate. Crimestopping, Thoughtpolicing and Doublethinking wherever he needed or wanted to.
"Yes," he said to himself, toasting his Gin Tonic to a map of his glorious and victorious Oceania "we shall not loose. Oceania is victorious, everywhere and anywhere"
He gulped down his drink, setting down his glass next to the typewriter on his oak work desk. No, they wouldn't fail. Not if he could help it. They would emerge victorious against the Realists, at whatever cost necessary. He could feel the power in their gasp, so close, yet so far away still.
He finally put on his jacket and west, securing his trusty baton at his side, picking up the bag, about to deliver the important letter to the post.
And even if IngSoc were to fail in his task, so he thought, the other Off-Compasses would avenge him a millionfold. "Afterall, they are well read and smart. They would figure it all out by themselves" he said to himself as he opened the door to the corridor.
"NO! YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE FOOD WE JUST MADE, IT'S NOT YOURS, BUT OURS!" "I disagree! How do you like to say? 'It was already ours to begin with'? What happened to that, my collectivising friend?" "THAT WAS DIFFERENT! GIVE IT BACK YOU EGOIST!" "You call me that as if that's not what I am"
The Egoist, with an apparently stolen bread in hand, was standing at the top of the stairs, with the Communalist standing at the end, covered in dough and flour. They seemed pretty pissed off, best not to interrupt the hissyfit.
IngSoc strode down the stairs, ignoring both the Egoists and the Communalists shouts of anger and need of interjecting.
He had a lot to do today, and these two weren't about to stop him. But then again... if they were still fighting when he came back, his studies could be interrupted. Oh well, best to say a quick word or two.
"STOP SHOUTING YOU TWO. It sounds like a rocketbomb crashing into a prole block in here. Now, Egoist. While I see why you took the bread, Communalist worked very hard on it. Take that into account next time. Communalist. You knew this would happen. If you want your communal property to stay as property of the commune, you should either be more protective of it, or learn to share more." IngSoc sighed as this seemed to have shut both of them up for now. "Anything else amiss, or have I made myself clear?"
"You have, here you go Communalist. " said the Egoist, and with a slight frown, throwing most of the bread to the Communalist who caught it, even if pouting while doing so "Thanks we guess..."
"Now go do whatever, I have important matters to attend to. Will be seeing you."
As IngSoc closed the entry gate behind him, he heard a loud crash and the words "SUP FUCKERS, I'M BACK", followed by loud groans of annoyance.
"It was time for them to prove themselves anyway." he concluded, stepping into his car and pulling out of the driveway.
The Party didn't wait for anyone.
