Wednesday, 6 March 2013

A Really Long List


A Really Long List and Slighter longer than usual Chapter Too

Sassy and Goldie were surrounded by the Lost girls and Goldie whispered to her.

"question we had to look for a teenaged girl who isn't called Tara and look for girls listed on the back of your future self note right?  so how many girls do we need? ?"

"Let me look at that list again .." whispered Sassy back.

Sassy looked up at Fluvia who had the list tucked into her belt.

"Fluvia we need to double check the list.

Sassy frowned as she squinted at it. Dachshund eyes weren't the best at reading print.

"Yes it definitely says a teenaged girl who isn't called Tara."

"SO it could also been any of the lost girls here?" pointed out Fluvia.

"So we just take as many of them as want to come with us?" pondered Sassy.

"if we can get them to stop playing with Goldie." stated Fluvia studying the Goullawk who in the few seconds they'd stopped looking at her to read the list had flumped over to a water slide and was shrieking gleefully as she was pushed down it by a gang of small girls.

Fluvia took another look at the list and asked Sassy,

"Whoever wrote on the back of this wasn't me and managed to crowd a really long list onto the back of this note. Are we going to be able to find and recruit all these people over the next day and get back to the Node?"

"Who's still on the list? Let's see ... mmm why does Number Five say Watch out for people who look like two middle aged hikers with English accents and a teenaged girl who isn't called Tara. Together?"

"Oh that!" said Fluvia,"that's not my handwriting either but it looks like someone was just trying to fit everything on one side of the page. Look the and is & an ampersand to save space  or is it a blurred six?"

"Er Fluvia if you didn't write this for me who did?" asked Sassy.

"That hand writing looks vaguely familiar ..." murmured fluvia.

"mmm can I interrupt?" asked Lena, "I was almost going to be called Tara as a middle name in one of my previous appearances."

"oh ooo, you poor child!" exclaimed fluvia, "that means you're a pivotal plot device or destiny point some time in the future."

"Probably confronting my brother slash father slash nearest male relative..." whispered Lena sadly, "I've been good and ashamed and sad and I've been bad and treacherous yet obedient and mad and now I'm a Lost girl but I wish I was a real girl! I want to go shopping and eat ice cream that does not taste like clouds or candy and share a packet of fish and chips walking along a beach and ... and ... have a boyfriend!" she sobbed. Several of the other Lost Girls nearby begun to cry too.

Donna glared at them.

"All right I'll see if I cam remember my armor into existence!

But when this is over I'm back here. I had a life and lost it over and over again pulled in an dout of various realities and then discarded tossed aside like a broken puppet."

Back in one of those realities intresting events were taking place on a certain farm in the Mid West as some one's current girl friend had brought her mother along for afternoon tea and coffee but someone's on and off spuse lover and girl friend was there too. Some one was out in the barn feeding the horses carrots cringing as the females in his extended family held a meeting. He thought he had heard the word with his super hearing polyamory being used inside the house.

Elsewhere the chaos grew worse as various dreamings alternate realities and parallel universes continued to merge together. Nantucket island had a rainbow dome forming over it echoing a fictional event.

 A megalomanic wearing Norman armor was leading a charge of knights through the streets of Portland.

 A large floating rock with a city on top of it was manifesting over the corn fields of Oklahoma.

Lord Greystoke had announced he was running in the Kenyan elections.

Australia's forests and rivers now really did have dropbears and bunyips to the dismay of tourists and locals harassed by  yowies who were begging for junk food and sweets.

A certain local actor nearly had a heart attack when his most famous character appeared and approached him in his favorite lunch spot loudly shrieking "Hello Possum!"

All this converging stress though was causing dormant volcanoes to show signs of erupting and causing out of season snow storms tornadoes hurricanes flooding and wild fires. This of course was keeping all the fictional heroes who had suddenly become real so busy helping or avoiding police fans and journalists that they had no time to arrange the usual problem solving grand on masse  meeting.


Evil also had a long list of people. People to do things to.

In an palazzo converted to holiday apartments in Venice a couple was breakfasting on a garden terrace. Slinky and Batsy has spent the last two days with the radio and tv turned off and unplugged and their phones and other tech toys locked in a safe. The only phone in the room was for room service. Newspaper deliveries had been cancelled. They were currently sharing a croissant and other breakfast pastries and were dressed for working on their tans and each other.

This happy state of affairs of course could not last along and just as they finished breakfast and started other activities the downdraft from a descending helicopter interrupted them. A woman slide down a rope from it onto the terrace. Batsy shuddered. It was the mother of his brat.

"Ta tah ah mmm what are you doing here?" asked Batsy. Slinky narrowed here eyes and hissed at her.

The Ghoul's Daughter  merely smiled at them and stood there for a moment doing a sphinx impression.
Then she passed over a phone.

"Read your voice mail."

"Hello Master Batsy. We have a Red Sky Falling situation again and this time I was trapped in Teckelstein so I could not get in touch with you earlier. I can't get back to the Batcave."

"By the way," added The ghoul's Daughter," I also told the paparazzi you were in this hotel."

For a brief few seconds Batsy and Slinky looked like they wanted to cry or scream or smash something then they glared at and stomped back into the apartment to pack.

Vacation time was definitely over.


 
















A Really Long List and Slighter longer than usual Chapter Too

Sassy and Goldie were surrounded by the Lost girls and Goldie whispered to her.

"question we had to look for a teenaged girl who isn't called Tara and look for girls listed on the back of your future self note right?  so how many girls do we need? ?"

"Let me look at that list again .." whispered Sassy back.

Sassy looked up at Fluvia who had the list tucked into her belt.

"Fluvia we need to double check the list.

Sassy frowned as she squinted at it. Dachshund eyes weren't the best at reading print.

"Yes it definitely says a teenaged girl who isn't called Tara."

"SO it could also been any of the lost girls here?" pointed out Fluvia.

"So we just take as many of them as want to come with us?" pondered Sassy.

"if we can get them to stop playing with Goldie." stated Fluvia studying the Goullawk who in the few seconds they'd stopped looking at her to read the list had flumped over to a water slide and was shrieking gleefully as she was pushed down it by a gang of small girls.

Fluvia took another look at the list and asked Sassy,

"Whoever wrote on the back of this wasn't me and managed to crowd a really long list onto the back of this note. Are we going to be able to find and recruit all these people over the next day and get back to the Node?"

"Who's still on the list? Let's see ... mmm why does Number Five say Watch out for people who look like two middle aged hikers with English accents and a teenaged girl who isn't called Tara. Together?"

"Oh that!" said Fluvia,"that's not my handwriting either but it looks like someone was just trying to fit everything on one side of the page. Look the and is & an ampersand to save space  or is it a blurred six?"

"Er Fluvia if you didn't write this for me who did?" asked Sassy.

"That hand writing looks vaguely familiar ..." murmured fluvia.

"mmm can I interrupt?" asked Lena, "I was almost going to be called Tara as a middle name in one of my previous appearances."

"oh ooo, you poor child!" exclaimed fluvia, "that means you're a pivotal plot device or destiny point some time in the future."

"Probably confronting my brother slash father slash nearest male relative..." whispered Lena sadly, "I've been good and ashamed and sad and I've been bad and treacherous yet obedient and mad and now I'm a Lost girl but I wish I was a real girl! I want to go shopping and eat ice cream that does not taste like clouds or candy and share a packet of fish and chips walking along a beach and ... and ... have a boyfriend!" she sobbed. Several of the other Lost Girls nearby begun to cry too.

Donna glared at them.

"All right I'll see if I cam remember my armor into existence!

But when this is over I'm back here. I had a life and lost it over and over again pulled in an dout of various realities and then discarded tossed aside like a broken puppet."

Back in one of those realities intresting events were taking place on a certain farm in the Mid West as some one's current girl friend had brought her mother along for afternoon tea and coffee but someone's on and off spuse lover and girl friend was there too. Some one was out in the barn feeding the horses carrots cringing as the females in his extended family held a meeting. He thought he had heard the word with his super hearing polyamory being used inside the house.

Elsewhere the chaos grew worse as various dreamings alternate realities and parallel universes continued to merge together. Nantucket island had a rainbow dome forming over it echoing a fictional event.

 A megalomanic wearing Norman armor was leading a charge of knights through the streets of Portland.

 A large floating rock with a city on top of it was manifesting over the corn fields of Oklahoma.

Lord Greystoke had announced he was running in the Kenyan elections.

Australia's forests and rivers now really did have dropbears and bunyips to the dismay of tourists and locals harassed by  yowies who were begging for junk food and sweets.

A certain local actor nearly had a heart attack when his most famous character appeared and approached him in his favorite lunch spot loudly shrieking "Hello Possum!"

All this converging stress though was causing dormant volcanoes to show signs of erupting and causing out of season snow storms tornadoes hurricanes flooding and wild fires. This of course was keeping all the fictional heroes who had suddenly become real so busy helping or avoiding police fans and journalists that they had no time to arrange the usual problem solving grand on masse  meeting.


Evil also had a long list of people. People to do things to.

In an palazzo converted to holiday apartments in Venice a couple was breakfasting on a garden terrace. Slinky and Batsy has spent the last two days with the radio and tv turned off and unplugged and their phones and other tech toys locked in a safe. The only phone in the room was for room service. Newspaper deliveries had been cancelled. They were currently sharing a croissant and other breakfast pastries and were dressed for working on their tans and each other.

This happy state of affairs of course could not last along and just as they finished breakfast and started other activities the downdraft from a descending helicopter interrupted them. A woman slide down a rope from it onto the terrace. Batsy shuddered. It was the mother of his brat.

"Ta tah ah mmm what are you doing here?" asked Batsy. Slinky narrowed here eyes and hissed at her.

The Ghoul's Daughter  merely smiled at them and stood there for a moment doing a sphinx impression.
Then she passed over a phone.

"Read your voice mail."

"Hello Master Batsy. We have a Red Sky Falling situation again and this time I was trapped in Teckelstein so I could not get in touch with you earlier. I can't get back to the Batcave."

"By the way," added The ghoul's Daughter," I also told the paparazzi you were in this hotel."

For a brief few seconds Batsy and Slinky looked like they wanted to cry or scream or smash something then they glared at and stomped back into the apartment to pack.

Vacation time was definitely over.