wrote:
>On 6 Sep 1995, SweetPoly wrote:
[...]
>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."
Whump! The house shudders as something hits the roof...an unearthly
shriek shatters windows that had survived the shaking, and a blast of
hot air billows in.
Lisa's voice can be heard above the odd growling and hissing noises
"Stop it you two! There's plenty of Thai Sauce to go around."
Whappp! Whappp!
A giant snout appears in the empty window, and Lisa slides down it
trailing a large sullen gargoyle, who quickly turns and snarls.
Source's dragon, who had been looking a bit sheepish, scowls and
inhales deeply...
Whapp! Whapp!
Sym quiets down and pointedly turns his back to the dragon, who
subsides with a choking sigh.
Looking at Sourcerer with wide dark eyes, she states indignantly
"Stole your dragon? No such thing. He was hungry, that's all, and he
loves the hot peanut sauce - sez it makes his flames turn cool
colors..." she trails off.
"And besides", she adds distractedly, absently toys with the small
black whip in her hands, "after Nightfly started playing with his cue
all the other punks left and, well, a ride a-dragonback seemed like a
good idea at the time..."
Abruptly snapping her attention back to them she finishes "Well, here
he is, back safe and sound." Looking at the broken glass and plaster
dust she adds "Makes a bit of a mess, doesn't he?"
"I'll send the house-daemons up once I've taken care of Sym." All
toothy grins, Sym looks up and they see a small puncture wound under
one eye. He grabs his mistress's hand, and throws a triumphant look
back at the disconsolate dragon.
Shortly thereafter, Poly's Retreat is set to rights and things return
to relative normalcy, except for what sounds suspiciously like a
plaintive rumble rattling the occasional window.
>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.
A quiet rapping on the door preceeds a small bot wheeling in a plate
full of noodles. As it sets down the plate and two sets of
chopsticks, they notice that it is _very_ careful not to touch the
food. A short note in fine red ink reads
Spicy Thai Peanut Noodles are grrreat afterwards
Lisa
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