|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- DEER EXPRESS--CUP 16--"DWARALAH FIELD" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Deer Express  ||  -------> (Cup SRde016, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = They looked out at Gnoboslast. Dwaralah Field--bands of states, flowingly changing much slower than clouds. The black one with the colorful pyrotechnics ever above it, the precious metal cubes of the checkerboard one, the one of all the floors and the shadows of the feet that walked them, the feather and fur one, like living mountains, the huge granite one, always with one whiskey bottle somewhere on it. And the foundation--brown and black miasma, with electric blue energy discharges. All of this, all over. Sometimes a sky, sometimes not. All kinds of skies. Sometimes the sky was a beautiful ocean, sometimes like a ripped pair of blue jeans. This was Gnoboslast Winterhome, the part of Gnoboslast they were observing. Butterscotch Hold was an ideal auditorium to observe it all. You could spend hundreds of years watching. Indeed, it would take hundreds of years to start to understand it. "We really have to help Daptin." Lemon said, head in hand. "I know. He sounds like a real nice... whatever he is. God." "Yeah, he is. Godhood is sexy in a man." "Mm hmm." She looked up at Arbhay. "How is it he could be so weak? In the world he himself created?" Arbhay shrugged, and Lemon continued. "I mean, it was so obvious--Spanking New Sarah was the queen for him! You know! She was perfect. But no--those two snakes, Booze and Sleap--they did Daptin but good." "Yup." "Slaverceth knows what they were looking for, if this place was just a wrong number!" Arbhay sighed. "I mean, Arbhay my dear, what the heaven? What could they want?" "I don't know." Arbhay said, in thought. "But if Zoipin and Granticaine are right about this Orange Universe place, we SHOULD be able to deal with those two, Red Archer Booze and Sleap Drassy." "I hope so. It's just--we've been here for a year already. And I... I feel I could just loungearound like this for another decade or something before I'd even start to feel antsy." Lemon smiled and continued. "Maybe that's what this place is all about--maybe it's the Anti-Antsiness Land." "Yeah..." "But--I know we always wonder about this, but what could have happened to the others? If Zoipin and Grant were just... just tossed into Gnoboslast for trying to help Daptin, what could have happened to the rest of them? To the rest of my adopted family in Yellowhaus? I... I care a little about it all. And in this place, caring about anything is so... so impossible..." "Yeah." Then the two heard the distant megaphoned voice of Granticaine Chug Perion. "Attention. Attention Courier Arbhay and Lemon. Please return to the Phone Center immediately. We have contact with Orange Universe. Repeat, we have contact." There were a few moments of nasty feedback, then all was quiet again. Arbhay and Lemon looked at each other. "I could kinda care about that." Lemon said. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----