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From: Sourcerer
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Subject: Re: St. Poly's Infirmary (Was: Re: What the hell is a Cyberpunk?)
Date: Thu, 7 Sep 1995 15:18:23 -0400
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On 6 Sep 1995, SweetPoly wrote:

> The sounds of a "whomping great" party drift into the upstairs
> room where Poly sits, her chin cupped in her hands as she leans on the
> window sill watching the fun below. She's been released from the
> infirmary by the daemons, but is under 'house restrictions' until it can
> be determined that she took no hurt from the battle with the snarling
> beastie a while ago. She got nothing but cuts and scrapes, but there was
> some concern about venom, or infection, and so she's 'confined to
> quarters'.

> She turns away from the window, and sees Sourcerer's rent -- the bag of
> marbles -- lying on the table. Wishing she had her old "marble game" (a
> wonderful contraption of ramps for rolling marbles down), she figures a
> solitary game of marbles might not be the best game going at the moment,
> but it's sure better than homework! And maybe the glassy cool
> transluscent spheres will help restore her "sangfroid", or at least be
> enough of a distraction to allow her to roll with the flow...
>
> When suddenly, Sourcerer bursts into the room,

(Poly must still be unwell. Sourcerer *never* bursts into a room. He's
been watching Poly from the door that's been left ajar, watching her sit
silent, get up and peer through the curtained window at the fracas on the
grounds, then return to her sitting and pondering.)

Sourcerer emerges from the shadows...

> looking for all the world
> like a proud father, holding a couple of his newly born pets --

> "Something to keep you company" he says.

> "Um, they're kinda cute, Sourcerer, er... what *are* they?"

> "CatBats. I'm thinking of giving one to Obscurity. Think he'll like that?"

> "Dunno." > him> "What's there not to like? Can I have one, too?"

Poly sits, petting the snoozy beastie abstractedly, and looks questioningly
at Sourcerer...

"It wasn't me. Honest. I just wanted to ride aibraun's
lawnmower-tractor thingy, and so I brought out a deck of cards..."

"You might have simply asked him, y'know, instead of trying to cheat him
out of it at cards".

"But where's the fun in that? And what would we have to laugh about
together later on?"

"Yeah. Civility is for strangers."

"And then aibrown began yelling that you were in danger of losing your
Laphroig, and...(Poly rolls her eyes heavenward)...and then Lisa..." in
hushed tones "I think Lisa stole my dragon".

Sourcerer looks around. "It's nice and peaceful up here."

Poly flicks a marble with her finger, getting the attention of a CatBat,
and smiles as it swoops down, snagging the marble with a paw and sending
it rolling across the persian rug, where another CatBat, gloms on it,
covering it with velvety wings, then rolls on it's back to kick at it...

"I sure hope you've got some pot with you, Source," Poly nods towards the
shouts outside...

"We're covered. No problem."

> And they sit on the floor of the room in the growing twilight, watching
> the little creatures batting marbles around on the floor.


aka
(__) Sourcerer
/(<>)\ O|O|O|O||O||O "RL is a story told in cyberspace"
\../ |OO|||O|||O|O -- Sweet Poly
|| OO|||OO||O||O

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