> A fair-haired man wrapped in blankets motions to the gipsy woman nect to > him to bring her to him. He is sitting in one of the diner's booths. > Obviously, he is injured as well, his left arm is in a sling. "Bring her > to me, Kirvi," he says, in a voice obviously used to ordering people > around. However he isn't using the full power of his voice around that > gipsy woman. His harsh accent betrays him as a German.
Kirvi blinks huge black eyes at him. "She looks to be as I am."
> The German
Kirvi -- Don't ring Death's doorbell. Knock on the door and run away. He hates that.
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> Not being the kind if man who lets himself be protected by a woman, > Georg half-rises and pulls a gun from his coat pocket. But when he > realizes that it's unloaded, he puts it on the table and starts fishing > for another magazine in his knapsack. When he is done reloading > single-handedly, the tension has ebbed again and he seats himself, > flipping the safety on as an afterthought.
Kirvi spins around. "Sit down! Wha' do you think you are doing?" She's shaking her finger at him, and it's very clear she's NOT impressed. "Wha', you *want* to rip it open?!"
> Georg Schneider
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>>Grateful, Georg takes the glass, but eyes the contents with suspicion, >>before taking the first sip. >>(OOC: I assume this is some kind of Irish brew, i.e. dark brown stuff?)
>OOC: well, actually she doesn't get that far with it... Kirvi brings it over, >but it is Irish I think...
ooc: well they said Harp and Guiness as I recall and Harp is supposed to be a lager I think. It's certainly not dark
LEVULATER <levula...@aol.com> wrote in article <19981208124420.10901.00001...@ng32.aol.com>...
> He looks at his sister with a perplexed look on his face and says: "I was goin > out to the recycler and was just getting ready to open the frigin front door a' > this place, and all of a sudden this wave comes and soaks me wet. It was > carrying this spider and put it in the jar." He stops and holds up the jar to > show the two ladies.
Crys's head pops out the top of a Tshirt. She looks at the jar curiously, but doesn't come any closer to it.
> "Hey Mick. We got a new customer out front. Looks like she got into a fight > just before she came in. She's bloody and asked for medical attention. Will > you go check her out?" Nikko looks in crys's direction: "Crys you gonna be > alright? There is somebody out there who needs help.
"I'll be ok. Just startled me." Crys interupts.
> I need to get changed before I get sick. I'll be out there in a few minutes. > I seen that kinda spider in New York before. Looks pritty harmless to me.
"That's easy for you to say." Crys shudders just a little. "It wasn't in your hair."
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. -Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), ____________________________________________ http://www.midicity.com/crys/castle.html c...@midicity.com
>Crys nods. She starts to pull on the shorts, wincing a little as they pass >over a massive scar on her lower abdomen. Even the soft elastic seems to >be too much pressure, and she pulls them up a little past her waist so it >doesn't sit on the scar.
"You want a band-aid to put over that?"
>> "Seems odd that anybody would want to built a bunch of robot spiders >> in different sizes though." >"Seems odd that anyone would want to build something like that, period, but >what else could it be?"
"I've never seen anything like them. Maybe Nikko or Kirvi have." she shrugs.
>> "Was anything else odd?" >"I don't know. I didn't make it all the way back up. They seem to have >taken up residence in the mouth of the cave." Her voice is a little >muffled as she pulls the tshirt on, "The tried to follow me, but there's >this narrow point halfway down--but they dislodged some stone and the cave >collapsed at that point. I had to dig myself out. That's what took so >long for me to get back here."
"Worse-to-worse, I think we can get you dug out of there the same way we dug the geo-thermal tunnels."
>> "Yeah, Georg and Armahd had it out, it could have been that... you kind >> of just wandered off around that point... in fact a bunch of people >> left." >> "Don't blame them... pretty silly to stick around a fight if there are >> other places to go." >"Are they ok?"
"Georg is beat to heck, but as obstinant as usual... looks like Armahd is still out though... had to do CPR on him. He's breathing but that's about it..." then to herself "I'll have to remember to feed him...."
>> "So, were you just going out for a look? or going back to find Tony?" >> she asks as Crys dries herself. >"Both." Crys dries some of the water gathering at the ends of her hair. >"Neither." She sits on the bench. "I don't know."
Mickey just raises an eyebrow questioningly.
>> She picks up Crys's clothes (the dirty ones) and carries them over to the >> washer. "Don't have any clean bras for you... wrong size anyway." >"That's ok. I prefer not to wear one unless I'm going to be running or >jumping or something like that." There isn't a bra in the pile of clothes >Mickey has just picked up. "It's bad enough that it's illegal for a woman >to not wear a shirt but ok for a man, but why should I wear a harness like >a horse?"
"Well, the shirt thing is easy enough... most guys have trouble driving when they actually have command of their faculties... and I thought we'd end up sagging like a cow if we didn't... :::shrugs:::"
levula...@aol.com (LEVULATER) writes: >>"Seems odd that anybody would want to built a bunch of robot spiders >>in different sizes though." >Just as this last statement is done. The large frame of Nikko com,es into the >shower room. Crys anmd Mickey can notice that he is soaked and smells strongly >of ocean. >He looks at his sister with a perplexed look on his face and says: "I was goin >out to the recycler and was just getting ready to open the frigin front door a' > this place, and all of a sudden this wave comes and soaks me wet. It was >carrying this spider and put it in the jar." He stops and holds up the jar to >show the two ladies.
"Cool... it didn't get to the recycler." Mickey sounds relieved.
Taking a closer look at it through the jar. "Do you think it's really metal?"
>"Hey Mick. We got a new customer out front. Looks like she got into a fight >just before she came in. She's bloody and asked for medical attention. Will >you go check her out?" Nikko looks in crys's direction: "Crys you gonna be >alright? There is somebody out there who needs help.
"Georg should be able to handle it, but sure."
And she prepares to walk back out into the diner.
"See you in a few Crys." she says with a smile.
>"I need to get changed before I get sick. I'll be out there in a few minutes. >I seen that kinda spider in New York before. Looks pretty harmless to me."
"New York?... ok, well hurry up so you can fill us in. Crys said there were a whole bunch of them in one of the tunnels."
sa...@cornell.edu writes: >> Somewhere outside, she can feel a ripple... like some glamour transforming >> or moving in the dreaming... and then it is gone... >Eyes dart to where the ripple *should* be, then around, looking, searching, >for something.
The faint smell of salt water, and the sense of lightless, cave-like, darkness....
>> ... for a moment or two.... >The ultra-wariness snaps back into being. She seems a little taller, a >little more lithe. Her black eyes seem bigger, black velvet with tiny >silver stars. There's more silver threaded through her raven-black >tresses. Kirvi seems, well, different. Cat would notice it right away.
The sense of ancient dreams still with us...
>One hand remains on her dagger. Her eyes search for whatever it was, >ready.
Something large... no, huge... swims away... not fully in the dreaming... no longer in the banal world at all...
sa...@cornell.edu writes: ><snip> >> "If it bothers you, I'm sure Georg would be happy to give us Nazi >> indoctrination lessons." her smile indicates that she is poking fun >> at both Kirvi and Georg... but only poking fun. >Kirvi just blinks at her. It's rather obvious that, fun or not, Kirvi's >not smiling.
Mickey's smile fades. "It was a joke." she mumbles.
><snip> >> "It's good really. We have usually have mashed potatoes and gravy, and >> cranberry and pumpkin pie." >"What's cranberry? Or pumpkin?"
"Well, cranberry is this little red berry thats rather sour... people make juice out of it, and at Thanksgiving, usually a jelly-sauce. A pumpkin is a huge, orange gourd. It's can be anywhere from the size of a basketball to almost as big as one of these chairs. They're usually pretty round, and people carve faces in them for Halloween."
"Hrm... I can show you the pictures in a cookbook if that helps..."
>> "It's a harvest festival I guess you could call it." she says referring >> to her earlier conversation with Georg. >Kirvi still looks confused. "Harvest? You mean the parties the gaje had >when it started getting cold? The leaves would change, and the gaje would >have parties. Lots of food." She nods to herself.
"Yeah... exactly."
><snip> >> "Because Niko has to overdo it _every_ Thanksgiving." >Kirvi shakes her head. "No, did they grow in a bad area? Is that what >made them so big?" She really does seem very worried. Not that she's >afraid Mickey and Nikko would poison her, but that they might not even >know.
Mickey frowns for a second before she figures out what Kirvi is getting at... "Oh, no, they used to get that big... they're just naturally big, its nothing to do with any drugs or radiation or anything... and we checked them out when we bought them..."
>> "Just goes to show you how much we'll need your help eating it all." >Kirvi just looks worried.
be...@malcop.u-net.com (Rebecca Sutton) writes: >>OOC: well, actually she doesn't get that far with it... Kirvi brings it over, >>but it is Irish I think... >ooc: well they said Harp and Guiness as I recall and Harp is supposed >to be a lager I think. It's certainly not dark
OOC: Mickey's player, preferring cola to beer, defers to the experts...
Brian Thomas Habing <hab...@neyman.stat.uiuc.edu> wrote in article <74m09n$s2...@vixen.cso.uiuc.edu>...
> >Crys nods. She starts to pull on the shorts, wincing a little as they pass > >over a massive scar on her lower abdomen. Even the soft elastic seems to > >be too much pressure, and she pulls them up a little past her waist so it > >doesn't sit on the scar. > "You want a band-aid to put over that?"
"huh?" Crys looks down at herself. "Oh. That happened six years ago. I don't think a band-aid is going to help it now." Sorry, should have made clear that it was an old scar.
> >> "Seems odd that anybody would want to built a bunch of robot spiders > >> in different sizes though."
> >"Seems odd that anyone would want to build something like that, period, but > >what else could it be?"
> "I've never seen anything like them. Maybe Nikko or Kirvi have." she
shrugs.
"I haven't. Not until about three months ago."
> "Worse-to-worse, I think we can get you dug out of there the > same way we dug the geo-thermal tunnels."
Crys looks doubtful. "There seemed to be an awfully big nest of them."
> >"Both." Crys dries some of the water gathering at the ends of her hair. > >"Neither." She sits on the bench. "I don't know."
> Mickey just raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"I don't remember how I got into the cave in the first place. You said I could stay an extra night and one more night of sleep without having to worry about being attacked by something appealed to me. So why was I in the cave?"
> "Well, the shirt thing is easy enough... most guys have trouble driving when > they actually have command of their faculties... and I thought we'd end > up sagging like a cow if we didn't... :::shrugs:::" > And about here... Nikko comes back in...
Crys starts to say something as she pulls on the tshirt but instead looks more closely at the jar in Nikko's hands.
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. -Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), ____________________________________________ http://www.midicity.com/crys/castle.html c...@midicity.com
Brian Thomas Habing <hab...@neyman.stat.uiuc.edu> wrote in article <74m0fu$s3...@vixen.cso.uiuc.edu>...
> "Cool... it didn't get to the recycler." Mickey sounds relieved.
> Taking a closer look at it through the jar. "Do you think it's really > metal?"
Sloshing around in the water, the Spider scrambles once more to get a hold on the glass (I'm assuming it's glass not plastic?), finally catching it's legs in the curves of the jar. It's seems to be looking back at Mickey.
> >"Hey Mick. We got a new customer out front. Looks like she got into a fight > >just before she came in. She's bloody and asked for medical attention. Will > >you go check her out?" Nikko looks in crys's direction: "Crys you gonna be > >alright? There is somebody out there who needs help.
> "Georg should be able to handle it, but sure."
> And she prepares to walk back out into the diner.
> "See you in a few Crys." she says with a smile.
Crys nods.
> >"I need to get changed before I get sick. I'll be out there in a few minutes. > >I seen that kinda spider in New York before. Looks pretty harmless to me."
> "New York?... ok, well hurry up so you can fill us in. Crys said there > were a whole bunch of them in one of the tunnels."
"I don't think any more of them could have gotten through. It was a pretty massive cave-in. Although, I suppose if _I_ could dig my way through..."
> Mickey
Crys
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In article <74m0of$s8...@vixen.cso.uiuc.edu>, hab...@neyman.stat.uiuc.edu (Brian Thomas Habing) wrote:
<snip>
> The faint smell of salt water, and the sense of lightless, cave-like, > darkness....
Eyes go wide, trying to find enough light to see.
<snip>
> The sense of ancient dreams still with us...
One hand goes to her forehead, reminding her who she is, but remembering the feeling from another time, another place.
<snip>
> Something large... no, huge... swims away... not fully in the dreaming... > no longer in the banal world at all...
Kirvi shivers.
> ... and it fades from view...
And silently sighs in relief. Land-dwellers aren't generally very comfortable around creatures of the deep. Especially huge, ancient ones. Who are strong enough to make appearances in caves, far from water.
Over the next hour or so, the silver fades back to the proportion it should be, in her hair. She seems, well, smaller. And the unearthly beauty is back to being beautiful still, but entirely earthly.
> ...
Kirvi -- Don't ring Death's doorbell. Knock on the door and run away. He hates that.
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In article <74m14u$sj...@vixen.cso.uiuc.edu>, hab...@neyman.stat.uiuc.edu (Brian Thomas Habing) wrote:
<snip>
> Mickey's smile fades. "It was a joke." she mumbles.
Kirvi shakes her head. "It should no' be." As if by way of an explanation, "You don' joke about somethin' spoken of over the fire on days set aside for rememberin'. I just can't."
<snip>
> "Well, cranberry is this little red berry thats rather sour... people make > juice out of it, and at Thanksgiving, usually a jelly-sauce. A pumpkin > is a huge, orange gourd. It's can be anywhere from the size of a basketball > to almost as big as one of these chairs. They're usually pretty round, > and people carve faces in them for Halloween."
Looking like she really wants to know, Kirvi asks hesitantly, "What's a basketball? An' what's Halloween?"
> "Hrm... I can show you the pictures in a cookbook if that helps..."
Kirvi nods hesitantly.
> "Yeah... exactly."
Kirvi nods, very glad to be back on familiar ground.
<snip>
> Mickey frowns for a second before she figures out what Kirvi is getting at... > "Oh, no, they used to get that big... they're just naturally big, its > nothing to do with any drugs or radiation or anything... and we checked > them out when we bought them..."
Kirvi nods, 'though she still looks a little worried. <OOC: We had a 22-lb turkey for T-day this year. Do you realize just *how* big that is?!? <g>>
<snip>
> :::a questioning look:::
From earlier conversations, Mickey can probably deduce the problem to be that in Kirvi's world, likely in Mickey's if the Rom still exist, gaje don't invite gypsies to things like harvest celebrations, unless they're doing the entertaining, and even then, the gypsies are kept at quite a distance from families.
> Mickey
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> >"Berlin has been destroyed. There will never be > >parades on 'Unter den Linden' again, no more speeches on the plaza in > >front of the Great Hall of the German People..." > "Buildings can be rebuilt, and new traditions can be started... its the > people that there won't be more of."
"In a way Berlin has been the heart and soul of the Reich, that's part of why the Americans targetted it for their first strike. They tried to demoralize us and I fear they had some success." Georg sighs. "Let's not talk about it anymore. The german spirit is invincible." Somehow he does not sound very convinced at the moment.
(snip)
> >"Mickey, what's up with you?" Georg asks gently. "One moment you are all > >angry with me, eyes ablaze and barely half an hour later you are > >inviting me to one of your american holidays and reminisce about german > >foods." A little compassionate furrow forms on his forehead.
> She doesn't pull her hand back.
But he does, after a light brushing touch on her hand.
> "Well, a while ago." <she mumbles "I was hyped up on Sylvia I guess"> "and you > and Armahd were trying to kill each other, and you were being a rascist > prig."
"Are you feeling better now?" he asks, still concerned. Being a racist doesn't seem to be an insult for him.
> "I still have that hope that underneath you aren't all bad." she smiles, > "It's just hard to keep that in mind when things start getting frantic."
> "Its all easy and everything to think your the boss and are perfectly in > control when things are going well... its not so easy at others.... > especially to people who think your gene's are inferior."
"That's not your fault, Mickey."
> She clears her throat and tries to change the subject through humor. > "Anyway," nodding to the two huge birds, "if you don't stay and help us > eat some of that, it's all we'll get for months to come!"
> "Besides... you have to remember that in my world the Germans weren't > the enemy for very long... just during the two wars."
"Just like my world. We have been enemies only during the wars... but right now we are at war again." He shrugs. "But I see that that's not the case evrywhere."
(snip)
> >"Our country's history is tied to the Fuehrer. No one can hate him and > >love the Fatherland. It is just not possible. Well, should not be > >possible," he adds in a smaller voice. > "Wasn't Germany around a long time before Hitler anyway?"
"Yes, it was. That's why some people call ours the 'Third Reich'. The Fuehrer has pulled us from the muddle of spineless democracy and capitalistic anarchy to continue on the road other have blazed before us and lead Germany to new heights. The Fuehrer is our bonf to out proud national history."
> "In our world its still the most important country in Europe even > with him getting his butt kicked back in the war... and everyone still > goes on about the quality of 'German Engineering'."
Georg smiles. "'Germany's three gifts to the world: good engines, good sausages and good beer.' That was my father's favourite toast."
> >"If sports are so important to your country, why did the American > >athletes not participate in the Olympics after the war? Is it true that > >they can't stand losing and would rather not participe than be rated as > >second class?" > She laughs... "What about Jesse Owens kicking your Nazi butts? And didn't all > your female athletes use steroids and stuff back then? Them and the Chinese > swimmers I think."
"No german olympic athlete used anabolic steroids. That's expressly forbidden as an act besmirching the honour of the Reich."
> "Mostly though the sports we care about are Football, Basketball, and Baseball, > ... the others, no one really cares about unless we have a star who is > predicted to win the Gold."
"So it simply lack of interest in the Olympics that kept you back?"
(snip)
> >"Your brother is a Wolf. They support our cause. You wouldn't have to > >worry for him and his people."
> :::she blinks at him:::
> "Some Garou might... he wouldn't, and neither would a lot of 'his people'." > her earlier smile fades... but she tries to hold on to it... tries with > visible effort. She tries to let it pass.
He hesitates for a moment, studying her face, "I'm sorry, I don't know very much about them, but I've been told they support us."
(snip)
> "Well, I wouldn't trust me to do much more than bandage someone up and > I've had a little medical training. We can't all be good at everything."
"Of course not. But we can try and some day we will succeed."
> >> Mickey > >Georg Schneider > Mickey
Georg Schneider -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
>Kirvi spins around. "Sit down! Wha' do you think you are doing?" >She's shaking her finger at him, and it's very clear she's NOT >impressed. "Wha', you *want* to rip it open?!"
Georg watches her admonishing finger impassively. "Now listen Kirvi, you are not my mother," he says calmly. "It may be fine and well that you know how to treat a wound, but that gives you no right at all to treat me like this. I know full well what I am doing and I have seen people fight with worse injuries and live. It may be necessary with your people to be overprotective like this, but it is totally inappropriate in this situation, so shut up!"
>Kirvi
Georg Schneider -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
>> (OOC: Plate? Did I miss anything?) ><OOC: He *is* eating, isn't he? That usually, in a diner, implies a >plate, yes? <g>>
(OOC: Well, he wasn't eating before, he was still waiting for Niko to bring him the sausages. When you mentioned the plate I simply assumed that Niko brought them when no one was looking :-)
>> Georg Schneider >Kirvi
Georg Schneider -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
>> "Bring her to me, Kirvi," he says, in a voice obviously used to >> ordering people around. However he isn't using the full power of his >> voice around that gipsy woman. His harsh accent betrays him as a >> German. >Kirvi blinks huge black eyes at him. "She looks to be as I am."
"No need to rub it in, just bring her over I still owe Mickey."
>> The German >Kirvi
The German -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
> >ooc: well they said Harp and Guiness as I recall and Harp is supposed > >to be a lager I think. It's certainly not dark
> OOC: Mickey's player, preferring cola to beer, defers to the experts...
OOC: It's always good to have experts around :-)
> >Rebecca Sutton
> Brian
Clemens -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
> >ooc: well they said Harp and Guiness as I recall and Harp is supposed > >to be a lager I think. It's certainly not dark
> OOC: Just play it as normal guiness. It's not tainted or anytrhing.
OOC: I was playing it as normal Guiness, i.e. looking at it suspiciously :-)
> Kevin
Georg takes the glass Kirvi just brought to him and looks at it suspiciously before taking the first sip. He turns to Kirvi and asks "Is this american beer? It sure tastes strange."
Georg Schneider -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
>> "Fascinating," Georg murmurs to himself. "I have never seen anything >> like it." >Kirvi sighs. "Just don' piss him off right now. He'd take your head >off."
"I know," he asnwers a little upset, like some one who has been treated like an ignorant.
>> Georg Schneider >Kirvi
Georg Schneider -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
>> "Cool... it didn't get to the recycler." Mickey sounds relieved.
>> Taking a closer look at it through the jar. "Do you think it's really >> metal?"
>Sloshing around in the water, the Spider scrambles once more to get a hold >on the glass (I'm assuming it's glass not plastic?), finally catching it's >legs in the curves of the jar. It's seems to be looking back at Mickey.
>> >"Hey Mick. We got a new customer out front. Looks like she got into a >fight >> >just before she came in. She's bloody and asked for medical attention. >Will >> >you go check her out?" Nikko looks in crys's direction: "Crys you >gonna be >> >alright? There is somebody out there who needs help.
>> "Georg should be able to handle it, but sure."
>> And she prepares to walk back out into the diner.
>> "See you in a few Crys." she says with a smile.
>Crys nods.
>> >"I need to get changed before I get sick. I'll be out there in a few >minutes. >> >I seen that kinda spider in New York before. Looks pretty harmless to >me."
>> "New York?... ok, well hurry up so you can fill us in. Crys said there >> were a whole bunch of them in one of the tunnels."
>"I don't think any more of them could have gotten through. It was a pretty >massive cave-in. Although, I suppose if _I_ could dig my way through..."
At the end of this statement comes the scream for Nikko. He sets the Glass tang jar down onto one of the sink and quickly leaves the shower room. Crys will hear a large crash of a door being broken down....
>> Mickey
>Crys
Nikko ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "May your first child be a masculine child" God Father The Movie
LEVULATER <levula...@aol.com> wrote in article <19981209192411.01027.00000...@ng-ca1.aol.com>...
> At the end of this statement comes the scream for Nikko. He sets the Glass > tang jar down onto one of the sink and quickly leaves the shower room. Crys > will hear a large crash of a door being broken down....
Crys hesitantly picks up the glass jar and, holding it away from herself, cautiously makes her way to the door to find out what's going on.
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. -Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), ____________________________________________ http://www.midicity.com/crys/castle.html c...@midicity.com
> > Mickey's smile fades. "It was a joke." she mumbles.
> Kirvi shakes her head. "It should no' be." As if by way of an explanation, > "You don' joke about somethin' spoken of over the fire on days set aside for > rememberin'. I just can't."
Georg joins Kirvi in a reproachful look at Mickey for making fun of something... special. However, he also glances at Kirvi sideways, wondering just what they could have to remember.
> > Mickey
> Kirvi
Georg Schneider -- They don't look quite like real science, but geography is just physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. -Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay-
