|| -------- -- -----  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 29--"FABRIC REACTOR" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Goodbye Popcorn  ||  -------> (Cup SRgp029, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Granticaine looked around and then he and Daptin heard a crashing sound, followed by a pudgy little green faery running from around the corner and into Granticaine. "Hide me! Hide me!" the little faery yelped in a high-pitched wail. "Away with ye!" Granticaine exclaimed as he backed away. "The faery problem?" Daptin asked. "Aye." Granticaine said. "They can't seem to keep order around here." The faery clutched its belly with one hand and let out a delirious and exaggerated laugh while waving its other hand in the air. "Shut the fuck up!" Daptin said. With this, the faery shot up and through the ceiling near fast as a bullet. "And Treyess thinks this is all such a joke." Granticaine said. "Dude, that was pretty severe. I mean, c'mon." All of a sudden Supple Jake, a woman with black hair and harsh hippie poetry garb, came bounding around the corner. "Where is that little bastard!" she said. "Through the ceiling." Granticaine said, looking up. "Hmph!" Supple Jake grunted. "Hello Jake." Daptin said. "Huh? Oh hello there Daptin. Where ya been?" "Around." "Haven't we all, hey? Now I must kill these faeries. You guys wanna help?" Granticaine put his arm around Supple Jake's shoulder and started to lead her away, his massive form making her look like a small child. "We'd love to help now, Jake, but we have business. Business, hey? I suggest you check upstairs." Jake looked up a Grant with a sort of dreamy smile. "Good idea Grant. Good idea." "Thank you." Jake started to walk away, but Daptin called after her. "Hey uh, Jake. Don't tell anyone you saw me just yet, okay? Okay?" "Okay Daptin! I didn't see ya! Got it!" Jake said as she left the two. "Man this place is messed up since I left." Daptin said. "Quite so, Daptin. And the thing is, if a few locals see faeries, they'll be disbelieved as loons or liars or indulgerists. But if a lot get out, then there'll be no denying it, and I don't think Overwhelm Associates wants to get into anything here on Mate P." "That's right." Daptin said. "Now come along, we can take the superway down to Ostandon and get some strong tea and fend fruit and talk all about this problem of yours." "Um, sounds good to me." "But let's cool any serious conversation till we're there--the tech here gets up exponentially these days. You gotta see the new fabric reactor they got--it's hot." After a twenty-minute ride in light rain on the superway, which runs parallel to Greatwall, Daptin and Granticaine got to Greatwall at Ostandon and went inside. On the way, Granticaine told Daptin a story about how the press virtually ravished him after the end of the war. "Let's just go here." Granticaine said, walking toward a Hello Tarby (a chain restaurant popular along Greatwall). "Fine by me, Grant." As the two entered, they looked around. "I think we can just take the table over there." Granticaine said. They went over and sat at the table. It was midday, and the place wasn't very busy. "I always feel so uncomfortable just hanging out at the Wall." Daptin said. "They don't have Arcticans here, and with this green hair of mine, everyone must think I'm some sort of radical student protester or something." "Oh come now, Daptin. You're probably just imagining it. You don't have it near as bad as some of the hairies, like Vladimir Bonk or Caffeine. And poor Pantry Lurkin, he sticks out like a sore thumb. We try to dress him up as a little kid, but it's never easy." "I guess. It's just that, y'know, being Arctican in Baskonontana is like tough enough. All the jokes and stuff. But travelling to so many different Earths, I guess it's just like green hair isn't so popular anywhere." "I wouldn't worry about it Daptin. And, if I'm not mistaken, isn't there a green-haired character in The Essex of Toal Tarby? I see representations of her around quite a bit." "I think so, Grant, but it's a woman and stuff, and wasn't it like in a vision or something? I don't know. I could hardly get through his book. I mean, I know it's like these people's Bible, but it seems a little silly to me." "Personally, I found it a fun work, but hardly something to build a civilization upon. This is a damn fine Earth though, compared to the multitude I've visited myself. Nice and peaceful, and that's what matters, I'd say." "Uh-huh." "Hey! Hostess! May we order?" Grant yelled. A waitress carrying a tray full of empty plates and glasses turned to the two. "Uh, be with you guys in a minute. Okay?" she said as she disappeared into the kitchen. "Hey, she's a hot one now, hey pal?" Granticaine said. "Damn nice." Daptin said, thinking of Spanking New Sarah and whether or not he'd ever be in her bed with her again. He also thought of Fluffy Netherfuck, his friend Tanner's goddessfriend, and wondered what she was like in romance. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----