" Sigh. It was going to be a long
>>day...
The dust from the schoolbus gradually clears, revealing a lone figure
(looking rather lost) standing on the lawn. Sourcerer ran to his Tower
Suite at the first glimpse of a figure in the dustcloud, just in case,
and a few punks glare at the new arrival. He's a .EDU, and wearing a name
tag that reads "Zeitgeyser":
...(Small bespectacled person stands in front of SweetPoly's porch, pith
helmet clutched nervously in both hands held in front as if it were a
shield. Spindly legs poke out of many-pocketed khaki shorts. Dark knee
socks droop at lower calf level into brown shoes. To his credit he wears
an extremely bright Hawiian shirt that is particularly out of place with
the rest of his khaki outfit. He is extremely dusty and small yellow
Post-it(tm) notes cling to his clothing in odd places. He glances
nervously over his shoulder at the swirling, buzzing storm he just stepped
out of, then turns and looks at the group staring suspicously at him from
the porch. He starts a sentence then takes a deep breath - realizing that
he'll have to speak up to be heard over the storm behind him. "Is that
BLACKberry pie I smell? Can I have some?" He grins shyly.)
[from my mail, posted with permission]
A shrill whistle sounds, attracting the newcomer's attention: it's Frodo,
with a snagged pie, waving Zeitgeyser on over towards a round door in the
nearby hillside. "C'mon over", Frodo hollers. "Tea's almost ready, and
we can lay low until Poly gets back. You would not *believe* the amount
of fighting going on around here, and there's a great view of the front
yard and porch from my window. You'll be safe for now." Frodo had
promised Poly he'd watch out for any newcomers while she was in school,
and take them in (being used to parties), at least until they could get
settled in on their own.
T---A
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A-T Sweet Poly
C
T-A et caro factum verbum est
C---G
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