I'm sorry, dad. You know I would never have tried to save River's life if I had known there was a dinner party at risk.

Simon ,'Safe'


Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

History. Map.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 24, 2002 12:13:58 pm PST #200 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

It's a good question. I had a herd of goats and three fields of cabbages back home, but they might not work here, even if I had them with me.

I grope in my pocket, and pull out a cabbage leaf. It's slightly wilted.

"Will this be enough?" I ask, holding it out. Note to self: practice the 'puzzled yet hopeful' face a bit more. It's not working very well.


Miracleman - Dec 24, 2002 12:18:07 pm PST #201 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

*sigh*

I figure the exchange rate for one wilted cabbage leaf is approximately .06 cents. It's Christmas Eve and I've still got to find a present for Hector and see what this Penny B. wants and...

"Look, it's a holiday here, right? I'm not even sure if the realtor is open. Here," and I present a credit card "is a loan. If the realtor is open you can find a house and that should pay for it and we can...work out repayment terms later. Here," I say again "is a map. I think the realtor around here should be aware of things enough that 'a magic house' won't throw them.

"If you can't find a house tonight, Hector will let you back in. And if you'd like..." I shoot an inquiring glance Hector's direction.

He shrugs. "Sure. You don't feel safe walkin' 'round, I'll wander about witcha. Just to, you know, make sure things go okay."

"Fair enough?"


Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 24, 2002 12:21:53 pm PST #202 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I nod quickly, taking care not to faint again, and then shake my head. Oh dear.

One question at a time, girl.

"Thank you," I say to Miracleman, "and no thank you, Hector. I think I should be able to find my way around now."

Hector looks a little insulted.

"Okay," I relent, "Come with me. I'd want some advice on how this funny plastic money works, anyway."


Penny B. - Dec 24, 2002 1:18:42 pm PST #203 of 1100
Nobody

ita? Is that you? I must say, your corporeal change of residence agrees with you. Nice scimitar!

Oh, I'm just here for the weekends and occasional holidays. I'm working on a project. It will be ready for beta testing in a few weeks, but I'm going to need backers.

Off to get a few things for an early Christmas dinner. Can you recommend a decent grocery store?


§ ita § - Dec 24, 2002 1:25:11 pm PST #204 of 1100
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

"Uh, a grocery store?"

I kill my own food. I'd forgotten that you could buy it too.


Penny B. - Dec 24, 2002 1:28:35 pm PST #205 of 1100
Nobody

Hmmm. I wouldn't mind killing the non-vegetable stuff. Do you have a hunting area near by? Wild turkey would hit the spot, but boar would do in a pinch.

I suppose I could grow and kill my own vegetables too, but I'm staying at a kind of boarding house while I'm here.


esse - Dec 24, 2002 2:03:04 pm PST #206 of 1100
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Connie and I walk out of the theater, shaking our heads. Damn Nazgul got up three times for nachoes once the Ents started attacking. Bitches. We could take them out, but instead we opt for ice cream. Sitting in the corner booth of the small parlor, we go over what we know.

Connie shifts in her seat, licking her cone. "Miracleman's doing ... something. After that last fiasco, ita's been keeping a closer watch on him."

"Yeah, Hector's been keeping the town apprised of anything funky. Our Darling Hecubus has a nice deal going there."

"Well, look at the mess from last time. We had to do something. "


Connie Neil - Dec 24, 2002 2:27:27 pm PST #207 of 1100
brillig

"I am not taking Bob and the boys out for a midnight flight in the middle of winter. Not enough polar fleece in the world to deal with that kind of wind chill."


Penny B. - Dec 24, 2002 8:54:55 pm PST #208 of 1100
Nobody

Dang! I just realized this place has no apparent phone system whatsoever. It didn't bother me at the house, but now I need one.

Ah, well. Perhaps casting a message to the winds will work. Stranger things have happened. In fact, they happened yesterday.

ita, are you free Monday? I have my boots, gauntlets, knives and my .22 (Yes, I know you're not a gun person but we can't all be blade belles). I'm thinking a nice morning of hunting in the Eastern woods. You up?


Am-Chau Yarkona - Dec 25, 2002 4:28:27 am PST #209 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Wondering the streets, Hector and I chat a while, trying to keep our eyes open for estate agents but also enjoying the festive lights.

"So," I say to Hector, in the intrests of having a little conversation, "You're a bogeyman, huh?"

"That's what Miracleman says, and I suppose he knows. But my mother always told me we were bogarts, and should be proud of it."

"Probably a generic term, instead of the exact species. William Darjeeling's excellent book, 'A Plodonoctologist's Guide to the Demonic Beasties of Temperate Earth' would tell you, but I left my copy at home."

"Plodonoctology?"

"Study of things that go bump in the night. A word invented by Darjeeling himself-- he's David Attenbourgh's Satanic double, you know. Here, an estate agent."

Several hours later, we're in what Hector calls the 'Dalrymple District'. The man who's showing us houses is bored, and so am I. "It's your standard detactched 3bed, 2bath, 4door, 3ley,6AU, 5POV, 1Mpreg townhouse," he drawls.

The sixth one we've seen, it has a major advantage over the others: it's furnished. More comfortable for the Discordian rituals if you don't have to perform them on bare floorboards. "I'll take it." I hand the man Miracleman's blue plastic cabbage leaf, and he rubs it through a device on his belt, which beeps twice and spews out paper.

"Will you be moving in at once?"

"I'll stay now, if that's okay."

"That's fine," he smiles, hands me the keys, and leaves.

I hand the plastic cabbage back to Hector. "Here- take this back to your..." Master? Flat-mate? Lover? "Back to Miracleman. Tell him thanks, and I'll see him soon."

When Hector's left, I take a good look around. No books, sadly, but the beds are all made. Now I can faint on my own time, I don't feel the least bit tired, so I set to dusting the place.

Well, I would, but there aren't any conveinent stakes and I'm not sure where the heart of a house is, so it'll just have to stay undead for now. I light a fire in the hearth, pull out the best oragen-saft, and sit to watch the flames leap up the chimbney.

I wonder: will anyone around here sell me a vegetarian hotdog on Sweetmorn?