|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- GOODBYE POPCORN--CUP 7--"BASEMENT-WALL-THURSDAY MORTAL SUPPLY" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Goodbye Popcorn  ||  -------> (Cup SRgp007, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The elevator came and they took it down to the lobby of the Supbam Hotel. "Oh look, isn't that Well Doctarca over there?" Fake said as they stepped out of the elevator. "Yeah, that's him." The god Well Doctarca approached the two on his way to the elevators. "Hello Daptin." said Well, looking dark and preoccupied in his armor as usual. "Hi Well." Daptin responded. Well turned away from the two and faced closed elevator doors. "What's the matter, Well?" Daptin asked after several moments of silence. "I've no desire to converse with you." Well said. "Huh?" Daptin said, surprised. "What's up? I mean--" "--come on Daptin. We have a mission to go on, remember?" Fake said, pulling Daptin away. "Uh, yeah. Well, bye-bye Well. Yeah. Well well well, let's not be too rude, shall we? Have a nice day, uh, y'know, like being friendly and all." Daptin said in a clumsy manner as Fake dragged him away. Well didn't flinch. Fake and Daptin left the hotel and headed for the store. "What was that all about?" Fake asked. "I don't know." Daptin replied. "I know he got pissed off when I asked him a lot of questions at a party I went to with El the other day, but he was civil after that at the party. I mean--maybe it's this whole Sarah thing. That's probably it." "You think it was wise to tell him off like you just did?" "Frankly, I'm not afraid of these goons. They're not all that powerful, in the scheme of things." "Goons? I think you're getting carried away with yourself. Even the most experienced mortals aren't as powerful as the gods. You know that." "Well, maybe I'm not JUST a mortal--or something--y'know?" "You're full of it." "So what if I am?" "You have the directions to the store or what?" "Yeah." Daptin said, reaching into his pocket. "Right here." After a fifteen-minute walk they arrived at Basement-Wall-Thursday Mortal Supply. Inside the store, Nashin-Yogo said "I wonder when those two Caxopy whelps will show up." "Oh, I think they're here now." his assistant Confetti Tora remarked. And the two walked into the ancient store from the weedy street outside. Nashin-Yogo, the tall, long-haired, mustached owner of the store addressed the two. "Hello. You must be the two come to equip for your first assignment for the Caxopys. I'm Nashin-Yogo and this is Confetti Tora." Confetti, a woman with short, curly dark hair and a large pair of glasses nodded at Daptin and Fake. "Yeah hi." Daptin said. "We're uh, Elaine, uh, Elaine Caxopy told us to come over here to get like the stuff we would need for the mission and stuff, but uh--" "--she said you'd know, like, what we would need and stuff. I mean, we never shopped at a place like this before." Fake said. "Hmm." Nashin-Yogo harrumphed. "But we certainly HEARD about this sort of place." Fake added. "Yeah." Daptin said. "Well, since Elaine didn't tell me anything about the mission, I can't tell you what to get. Just browse around and see what you like." Nashin-Yogo said. "And don't be afraid to ask for help." said Confetti. Daptin and Fake looked around at the huge variety of things and were a little bewildered. "Could you, uh, like show us some good stuff? I mean, we're running a little late as it is and there's much too much stuff in here to check out right now." Daptin said. "Yeah." Fake agreed. "Well, that shouldn't be any problem. Let's see what we have around here." Nashin-Yogo said as he began to rummage around behind the counter. "Come on up!" Confetti said, and Daptin and Fake climbed the short flight of stairs to the main counter. As they did, they noticed a weird, cloaked figure at the other end of the counter who they weren't able to see before. The stranger looked over at them for a moment, and then went back to browsing. "Now, I hope you two have some idea of what being a mortal involves. We have to deal with some very, very dangerous things." Nashin-Yogo said dramatically. "We have some idea of it, but we're not totally familiar with it." Fake said. Nashin-Yogo nodded as he continued rummaging behind the counter. "Here's something good!" Confetti said suddenly, holding up a little uninflated green balloon. "Well, you take care of 'em, Tora, I have to go help you-know-who." Nashin-Yogo said as he walked away toward the strange individual at the other end of the counter. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----