|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- TO VIXENWAY--CUP 5--"UNHEALTHY JAY WELL SYSTEM" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  To Vixenway  ||  -------> (Cup SRtv005, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = UNHEALTHY JAY WELL SYSTEM CONNECTION NO LONGER POSSIBLE Fluffy looked up at the sign through bleary eyes. She awoke in the tent, no idea how long she was unconscious. She hurt all over. She didn't want to move. But she knew her godbody had taken the time it needed to do the major repairs. She might be terribly uncomfortable, but now she'd be capable of functioning, at least. Peering out of the tent, she saw that the UFO she was on was still in the gloomy duskworld, but now over a body of water. She could see choppy gray waves in the distance. And it was colder. Slowly, painfully, she stood up and looked herself over. Pretty nasty. She found a mirror and checked out her face. Bad. Both her eyes were puffed up and she was pretty cut up. It'd heal though. Totally. She looked at her heap of clothes and cursed. They were in tatters. Except for her jacket, which was made of tougher stuff and still wearable. So she opened a backpack in the corner of the tent where she knew she'd find fresh clothes. They were bright orange and loose fitting. Not really her style, but they'd have to do. She put them on, then put on her jacket, as well as her utility belt and boots, which were also damaged, but usable. Rummaging around the tent, she grabbed a bunch of useful stuff--food, tools, the new camp-in-bottle, and some other stuff, and threw them in the black backpack, which she then put on. So she limped out of the tent and to the railing. Yup. Looked like an ocean. Could have been a great lake, but it... felt... more like an ocean. Turning, she headed for one of the stairways and winced in discomfort as she climbed them. At this higher platform there was a wall with windows and a door--kind of like an old-fashioned storefront. All run-down and beat up. She headed for the door. Inside she found a room lit only by the faint light from outside. There were a bunch of seats and some ticket-window kinda things. And a big sign on the wall. UNHEALTHY JAY WELL SYSTEM TRANSFER NO LONGER POSSIBLE She shrugged and looked around. Some junk, like big remnants of machinery. Some strange posters. And a dark corridor, which she headed for. In it, she had to grab a flashlight from her utility belt and fire it up. It bathed the eerie scene in light. A circular tunnel, whose walls looked like they were carved out of solid stone. Huh. And on the wall, in tile, another sign, written above an arrow, an arrow facing toward the unknown. And it said... TO VIXENWAY -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----