SC: Subreality Setup 1/?
Kielle
Subreality Setup Part 1/?
By Geoff Jones
(pja...@learn.senecac.on.ca)
Note: This is nothing less then blatent advertising, well may be
there is a little bit of a plot added in. Special thanks goes out to
all the people who I used without asking (ha!), and comments,
question, heck even flames would be welcome.
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The Subreality Cafe was packed. This was completely
normal. At least half of the people there weren't recognizeable
by the other half. This wasn't normal.
"Who's responsable for this one?" Tapestry asked Kielle
over a tall glass of milk.
Kielle looked around. "I dunno. Strange, I'm sure I've
seen this type of setup before...I just can't remember where."
In another corner Siku and Jubilee sat with two white
rats. "We're mice, not rats. Rats are disgusting dirts rodents,
we mice are much more civilized."
(Sorry guys, but everyone has got to make that
mistake...wait a minute, I haven't even entered the story
yet...damn rats.)
"MICE!"
The chatter in the cafe died down as everyone looked
towards the two white mice sitting on the table. Smiles of
recognition flashed on many faces, a couple of waves and then
the conversation resumed, the rats...nay, mice, completely
forgotten.
Siku looked around. "Jubs, would you mind trying to
answer a question for me? I've been running from fictive to
fictive so I haven't spent as much time here as I would like to.
Still I didn't expect to see so many characters that I don't
recognize. Look around this place." She pointed at a large
man with a two rounded M's on his chest. "Look at him. He
looks like a DC character, for goodness sake!"
Jubilee shrugged. "I dunno, I, like, think I saw a sign
outside. Something about this, like, big opportunity for the
uncreated. Maybe it was today. What do you think, Brain?"
"I think that if I'm very careful I can hide myself in Kielle's
pocket and use her as a portal for taking over the world." His
eyes flashed wildly. Pinky, looking slightly drunk as usual,
danced by him madly waving a pink wooden umbrella singing
"Feed The Birds" from Mary Poppins. "But first I must find a
way to remove Pinky's natural behaviour." As if inspired he
quickly turned -- and promptly fell off the table.
Siku shook her head. "He'll never learn."
Meanwhile, outside the Bouncer glared down at a young
man who stood about six foot. Not seemingly concerned with
the gentleman himself, having a good foot of height on him, the
Bouncer was more interested in a small black school bag what
was hanging military style over the man's right shoulder.
"I already told you, I don't have any weapons, in the bag
or in the jacket. Now I'm late as it is, so will you please get
out of my way so I can get inside?"
"I told you, no weapons. You want in, you gotta open
that bag first."
Pulling out a small gold watch hanging on a gold chain,
the young man checked the time and sighed. "If I show you
what's in the bag it might scare you. Okay?"
The Bouncer didn't look scared or impressed.
"Fine, but don't say that I didn't warn you." The young
man pulled the bag over his shoulder and carefully opened it
up. "See?" he said, holding up the bag for the bouncer to look
into. "It's just writing supplies and computer parts."
The Bouncer stepped back. "You're a writer," he said,
looking a little concerned. "You know that we don't let writers
into the Cafe."
"Well, Tapestry and the Scribe are in there, as is Falstaff
and Willey. You didn't stop them."
The Bouncer narrowed his eyes. "How did you know
that they were in there?"
"Well, I'm not just any writer, I'm THE Writer...at least I
am this story. So either let me by or I'll reduce to nothing
more then a sprite."
"?!"
"Sorry, been watching far too much Reboot. Can I please
get in peacefully? I don't want to do anything that will get me
in trouble with the writing comunity."
The Bouncer nodded and stepped aside. Nodding to him,
the young man stepped into the Cafe.
A second later he stepped back out. "Umm, could I ask a
small favor of you?"
The Bouncer sighed. ~Damn writers,~ he thought.
"What would you like me to do? Cartwheels? One-armed
handstand? Maybe a comedy act or two."
"No way, don't be ridiculous. I just want you to
announce me before I go in. Tell them Geoff Jones is here."
Rolling his eyes the Bouncer stepped into the cafe.
~Might as well,~ he thought. ~He'll just make me do it if I
don't comply.~ "Ladies and Gentlefictives, Geoff Jones has
arrived."
"...what the heck is..."
"...dunno who the..."
"...bet this is some..."
"...a joke, I tell you..."
"...that we hid, just in case..."
The Bouncer shrugged. "There you go Geoff," and
walked outside.
Back in their corner Siku looked at Jubilee, who was
frowning and letting off small pops around her. "You know
this guy? What is he, an old flame or something?"
Jubilee looked at her. Between clenched teeth she said
"No, he's my writter and he still hasn't finished the story, or
bothered posting it."
Siku looked around also. "Well, from the looks of how
the uncreated are acting, it must be him who is goes to hold the
meeting...wait a minute, you mean to tell be that he didn't finish
your story but he's looking for new characters?"
Jubilee nodded, still glaring at Geoff. "Exactly."
"What a creep. How do we get at him then? How about..."
Geoff walked over to the bar. Nodding a hello to Kielle
and Tapestry, he called the Bartender over. S/he walked over.
"What'll it be?"
"Nothing too strong, I'm not sure if this place falls under
US or Canadian law."
The Bartender managed to look confused. "What do
you mean?"
"Well, in Canada I'm legally able to drink but in the States
I've still got another year to go before they think I'm an adult.
Man I'm glad I'm Canadian. Anyways, it's probably best if I
just go with a Jolt -- gotta stay sane in order to pick from
the crowd."
The Bartender nodded. "Gotcha," s/he said and
disappeared into the back room. Jolt didn't seem to be all
that popular, suprising since Geoff figured most of the writers
would drink it like they breathed water.
Kielle walked over. "How ya doing Geoff?" she asked,
doing a balancing act with a couple of non-descript drinks.
"Eh, nothing much really...sorry, did you ask how or
what? How? Oh, I'm fine, you know, same old same old.
Schools taking its toll but I seem to have more time then
some of the others. Ah, here's my drink."
Kielle glanced around the Cafe. "You know what this
is all about?"
"Yeah, sure, I'm trying to get some new characters
together, and since the Uncreated Cafe...that place your search
party found in part five of...oh you remember. Well, since their
place is still in shambles and I really need the new characters I
decided to invite them to hang out here. The only catch was
that they had to come up with their own names and identities."
"Are you sure that that's such a good idea?"
Geoff shrugged. "Who can say? I guess it's a matter of
how much imagination they have and how many regular
fictives they've met. Look," he said, pointing to a small group
of three Gambits standing around one of the uncreated. As
they watched it changed its shape into a brown duster with a
bo stick and a fan of cards.
"Ugh, just what we need, ANOTHER Gambit. Don't you
see what you've done, Geoff? All the uncreated that have
come here will become unemployed fictives. Since no one
else will bother using them, they'll just add to the growing
collection of unhappy and mopping fictives."
Geoff sighed. "I know, but if you think about it I'm sure
we've managed to create a large number of characters who we
never use but are still out there right? The only differance is
that I'm putting it down on paper..."
"Which makes them the property of the Subreality Cafe
and partially my problem."
"So I'm giving the other place a bit of a rest."
"They've got a bigger place, Geoff, it's huge. This is
all the space that I can afford right now." Kielle thinks for a
minute. "Either find away to get rid of most of the uncreated
before they become characters, don't use that many of them, or
re-uncreate them. Okay? For me?" Geoff nodded and Kielle,
looking a little relieved, walked away.
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Disclaimer:
Tapestry, Kielle, Falstaff and Willey are all writers and
therefore belong at least partially to themselves.
Geoff Jones is me...beyond God I'm not sure who exactly the
owner is.
The Jubilee mentioned is from a story that I started with Jono
and a new mutant but never got around to posting.
Manholecover Man is a creation of my own (yes he is in here!)
The Bartender and Bouncer, I believe were both created by
Falstaff.
Siku, of course, belongs to Darqstar.
The two white rats...nay mice (Pinky and the Brain) belong to
Warner Brothers INC...no relation to David Warner as far as
we know!
The three Gambits and the uncreated belong to us all.
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EXCEL in all you do...
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/2622/index.html
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END OF CHAPTER