Excerpt from Sparkle_Lady's journal at Ghostbloggers:
I haven't updated in a while. I haven't been nothng much at all. Stay in my room, listening to the gothic voices sing to me on my mp3 player. Nothing too exciting has been going on. Nothing until earlier this evening.
I've been hanging out at a coffee house where a strange eccletic group of people been hanging out as well. I really don't know what to make of them but they seem to be a pretty eccentric bunch (wow look at me use big words I are edumakated! ;)) After school I like popping in and getting a cap or two and read up on the current events. It's a nice cosy atmosphere.
Well anyways the crew that hangs up in the upper tier, I have come to know by their chatting: There is Max (tall handsome fellow with sandy hair), Frank (a middle aged fellow with jet black hair and always wears nice suits), Goner (a twenty something dweeb), Angst (a very pretty girl who could could be a debutante) and Maggie (a tough looking lady). I am sitting at a low table, pretty close to where they usually sit.
I notice Goner always glancing at me.
I am sitting there this evening and in comes Frank and Max. They go over to their usual spot by the window and they sit back and chillax for a bit. Sipping coffee and Frank reading the papers (he always has a stack of papers with him). Max is smoking a cigarette (a bad habit I know). I have been working up the nerve to try and chat with these guys... though we do say the occasional hello and how's it going.
I am just about to stand up and make a move over there, I feel all queasy and nervous inside... when suddenly an elderly gentlemen strolls past me. He walks up to the table and Frank really is about to do something, when Max signals for him to stop. The fellow has got to be in his 40's maybe, looking dapper (but Frank looks more dapper)... he stands at the table and says:
"Max Cube. We need to talk," and than adds as he scans the room and looks directly at me. "Privately".
I drop my drink on the table, and Frank looks at Max and Max nods his okay. So Frank gets up and comes over and he helps me.
"Let me buy you a coffee," he says to me like a father. After we gather the paper up, Frank leads me by the arm down to the main area and he buys me a coffee. But he's got this real concerned look on him.
"Trouble?" I asked meekly.
"No," Frank replies. "Something much much worse."
Whatever that means.... oops got to go now. I will continue this escapade later on tonight.
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And Now Another Word...
Max drummed his fingers on the table. He had been sitting in the booth with a cup of coffee in front of him and a pack of smokes out on the table. His cellphone was beside the coffee cup and there was something playing on it. He had been glancing at the news every now and then on the hopes that something caught his eye.
"Another coffee, sugar?" the waitress asked.
Max nodded.
"Anything on?" The waitress wanted to know what was on the cellphone.
"Nothing as usual," Max replied. He was facing towards the window as the elderly waitress poured another cup of black gold. "Hoping to hear about some old friends."
The waitress smiled and gave him a wink.
Max took the coffee and sipped away. He was in the middle of another sip and that's when he heard it...
"Another coffee, sugar?" the waitress asked.
Max nodded.
"Anything on?" The waitress wanted to know what was on the cellphone.
"Nothing as usual," Max replied. He was facing towards the window as the elderly waitress poured another cup of black gold. "Hoping to hear about some old friends."
The waitress smiled and gave him a wink.
Max took the coffee and sipped away. He was in the middle of another sip and that's when he heard it...
> Karen in Plureality 2
Steps formed from fractals coming together and disappearing as they climbed, towards what she did not know.
“So what’s the deal here, Max?” she asked
“Ah, you’re going to love this Raven. It’s genius, even for me," he said as more steps appeared and disappeared from the grid, which had rolled and flattened as required. “Just watch out for Mor…”
The words melted into the air, and the floor, and the walls, as Max disappeared and Raven fell… no, slid towards an unknown destination.
Damn! What now? She tried to right herself but things were changing too quickly, pitching and rolling, so she relaxed into it. That’s better. Wonder what Max was trying to warn me about?
“Good evening, Raven," he said, as he peered through the beaker that held a golden liquid.
She looked out from her cage at the man in the white lab coat. Reaching out, she touched the bars and brought fingers back quickly, as they sparked in response.
“Cute," she said. “So what are you, the evil scientist?”
“No, no. Nothing quite so dramatic. My name is Morganfokker.”
“Well, nice meeting you Fokker but I was in the middle of something.” Raven looked toward the ceiling. So where’s the exit on this contraption? Wish I had my slice.
As the thought came, so did the slice. She could feel it in her hand and she smiled. Ok then. Thought creates reality. Nice.
“I require you to tell me what Max has created,” Morganfokker said.
“No can do, Fokker.”
“It’s Morganfokker.” He frowned. Noncompliance was not what he expected and it disturbed him.
“Whatever. So, like I said, nice meeting you.” She sliced the bars and flipped the cage over Morganfokker when he opened his mouth to speak, thinking stairs, then slide, as each thought transformed into reality and she heard his voice fading into the distance.
Nice. I could use a burger, and up ahead a diner appeared and she entered and sat down at the counter, smelling the burgers on the grill and thinking, ”Where the hell was Max?”
“So what’s the deal here, Max?” she asked
“Ah, you’re going to love this Raven. It’s genius, even for me," he said as more steps appeared and disappeared from the grid, which had rolled and flattened as required. “Just watch out for Mor…”
The words melted into the air, and the floor, and the walls, as Max disappeared and Raven fell… no, slid towards an unknown destination.
Damn! What now? She tried to right herself but things were changing too quickly, pitching and rolling, so she relaxed into it. That’s better. Wonder what Max was trying to warn me about?
“Good evening, Raven," he said, as he peered through the beaker that held a golden liquid.
She looked out from her cage at the man in the white lab coat. Reaching out, she touched the bars and brought fingers back quickly, as they sparked in response.
“Cute," she said. “So what are you, the evil scientist?”
“No, no. Nothing quite so dramatic. My name is Morganfokker.”
“Well, nice meeting you Fokker but I was in the middle of something.” Raven looked toward the ceiling. So where’s the exit on this contraption? Wish I had my slice.
As the thought came, so did the slice. She could feel it in her hand and she smiled. Ok then. Thought creates reality. Nice.
“I require you to tell me what Max has created,” Morganfokker said.
“No can do, Fokker.”
“It’s Morganfokker.” He frowned. Noncompliance was not what he expected and it disturbed him.
“Whatever. So, like I said, nice meeting you.” She sliced the bars and flipped the cage over Morganfokker when he opened his mouth to speak, thinking stairs, then slide, as each thought transformed into reality and she heard his voice fading into the distance.
Nice. I could use a burger, and up ahead a diner appeared and she entered and sat down at the counter, smelling the burgers on the grill and thinking, ”Where the hell was Max?”
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