Saffron: You just had a better hand of cards this time. Mal: It ain't a hand of cards. It's called a life.

'Trash'


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.

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DXMachina - Feb 01, 2003 9:18:21 pm PST #502 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

I'm huffing and puffing as I get back to the bar. As I start to open the door, I see Phred come around the corner, so I wait to see if he has any news.

"Any luck?"

"Nope, didn't see him, boss."

After I smashed the mirror, the bird's double took off like hell itself was chasing him. I dunno, maybe it was.

"Boss, do we really need to worry this much? I mean, he's just another penguin, right?"

"The thing is, Phred, mirror doppelgängers are always opposite the personality of their twin. Mark my words, that penguin is evil. Didn't you see him. His feathers were all spikey, and his bowtie was black. That can't be good."

"But what possible trouble could a thirty inch tall, semi-flightless, evil waterfowl get into? I mean, he's still just a penguin."

"Remember Earworm Karaoke Night? Remember the herring treats for Halloween? Remember the noodle incident? The mind boggles at what an evil penguin could do. Come on. Let's try calling Charpe to see if he can put some of the cadre on it."

At that instant, I notice the election poster on the wall of the next building over. "Vote Aeshma, Demoncrat for Mayor," it says. "What the frell is this?"

"Yeah, I was gonna mention that. I saw them all over the city. I didn't realize there was an election coming up."

Well that's just frelling great. Now the sonuvabitch is running for Mayor?!? He can't possibly win, can he?. There's gotta be someone better than him, right?

"Umm, boss? I think I found our bird."

He hands me a different poster. Yup, it's him. Running for mayor. Well, it actually said he's running for vice president, but someone scratched out "Vice President" and wrote in "Mayor" with a crayon. Swell. "That was fast work." I look at it more closely. "What the frell is the Meadow Party?"

"Ow!" Phred is rubbing his oversized ear as he stoops down to pick up a paper airplane, which he hands to me. I read Hec's message.

"Come on, we still need to call Charpe. We can't let that stupid bird win the election."


Rebecca Lizard - Feb 01, 2003 9:21:10 pm PST #503 of 1100
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket

[I can't do anything right now. Feel free to ventriloquize me as you like.]


DXMachina - Feb 01, 2003 9:25:36 pm PST #504 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

Feel free to ventriloquize me as you like.

[Okay, that's a disturbing image. "Hands. Hands in new places"]


Penny B. - Feb 01, 2003 9:51:02 pm PST #505 of 1100
Nobody

It's all up to Rebecca now. I stand by and let her work, and I keep my hand over Edward. The wretched little furball is evil! What's worse, she's really cute, so she can probably get away with all kinds of malfeasance.

I think about what the Knuts said about balance. In my experience, there's always plenty of evil around, no need to find more. I'm all for a bit of snark, a dollop of sarcasm, and a healthy dose of skepticism, but pure black hat evil is not my style. I suddenly feel very tired. How will all this turn out.

Rebecca is muttering to herself. I turn to see what she's up to when another damned paper airplane hits me in the temple. Dammit. How do these things cross dimensional portals? Are we behind a dimensional portal? Why did I spend all those hours in science class surreptiously reading novels?

The message is really hard to read. It's in some kind of magic legalese that I'm not in the mood for. Someone has done a Coles Notes fortunately, in pink highlighter at that.

"What the hell? Is this an election year?"


Knut the Wishy-Washy - Feb 02, 2003 12:55:21 am PST #506 of 1100
Nobody

The superintendent is about to speak when a paper airplane hits her in the side of the head. Penny's already reading hers. A third plane circles over our heads, then splits into three. One plane hits Dudley, another hits Snidely, and the last lodges in my ear.

The superintendent seizes the plane and stuffs it into a pocket. She seems preoccupied.

"Enough debate," she says. "Five you are, and five you'll stay. Leave the hall immediately when you get back to Sacre-space."

"What are you going to do?" asks Penny.

The superintendent slips on a pair of leather gloves. At least, they look like leather. "I'm going to work out some of my frustrations on the Shard you let in here. Now, step closer."

We all take a step towards her.

"Not to me," she says impatiently. "To each other." She pulls out something that looks like a camera.

"Pictures! Edward needs a comb!"

"It's not a camera," says the super. "It's a Re-Dimensionalizer 2200. Autofocus, zoom, works in all fourteen known dimensions. Now, I just need to set it for three--" she fiddles with a dial on top of the thing. "There. Now, move closer, please. Penny, step in front of Good Guy Knut. Edward, I can't see your face."

We jostle to and fro. Snidely mutters to himself. Finally the super seems satisfied.

"All right, everyone. Now give me a barbaric yawp."

"YAWP!"

Pink ribbon pushing pulling stretching suffocating, through mail slot bicycle pump flesh resisting, itching sweating lungs unfolding. Eyelid fireworks skull soccer toes curling--breath, and blur, and finally focus.

"Ow."


Knut the Do-Gooder - Feb 02, 2003 1:11:31 am PST #507 of 1100
Nobody

"We're home," Penny says. She seems a little disappointed. I suspect that she is not pleased with the fragmentation that has occurred. I don't know what to say to make her any happier about it.

"Home!" Edward hops out of Penny's pocket and runs from the hall. "I'm coming, Clovis!"

"Damn it!" Penny starts after him, and I follow. The super--I think Penny said her name was Lizard, and I wonder if she's the poet I recall having read in the Dogtown Review--told us to get out of the hall right away. I turn to make sure the others are following, but only Wishy-Washy is there.

"Where did he go?"

"Who, Snidely? I don't know. He must have come around before the rest of us did. Bad guys are always doing that."

"So they are." I sigh as I step out of the hall of mirrors and into the air of Sang Sacre again. I wonder what it is I've set loose on my beloved city. And that's the first time it really hits me, that I'm home. After all that time underground, I'm back where I belong.

"Did you read this thing?" asks Wishy-Washy. "I can't make head or tail out of it."

I recall the paper airplane, and I unfold it to read. It's from Hec. It takes me a minute to get my head around the archaic legalese, but when I figure it out I laugh out loud. It feels good.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Feb 02, 2003 2:06:41 am PST #508 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Wondering through the cold streets, I'm suddenly struck down by a... paper aeroplane? Huh. It's from Hec.

legalese... pink highlighter... I don't bother reading it. A quick look at the headers, and I know what has to be done. Edward will just have to look after herself for a while- I'm sure Clovis can cope with that.

First locate the closest source of mythical energy.

You've got to have something to trap an evil election candidate in.


Edward - Feb 02, 2003 2:13:24 am PST #509 of 1100
Clovis, where are you? I wanna sack Rome!

I run though the streets, shouting, "Clovis! Clovis, where you are?"

(That nearly fits the "Scooby Doo" theme tune. Clovis snacks? Sounding better every minute.)

Something trips me, and I sprawl into the gutter. An election flyer. Wow- what a great policy! I'd vote for this guy.

Do you suppose bears get a vote in Sang Sacre? I hope so they do.


The Sang Sacre City Watch - Feb 02, 2003 8:40:01 am PST #510 of 1100
Semper Vi!

"I'll ask Mr. Charpe, Phred, but we've got ourselves a bit of a situation here right now, so it could be awhile." Sergeant Pit Chopper hung up the phone and walked back into the office where Captain Rockhard Charpe grimly considered the pair of faces glaring back at him from across a shabby wooden table. They were obviously Elvish, tall and lithe, with flowing blonde hair and pointed ears. They were dressed in bright red breeches and cloaks, in sharp contrast to the dull green jackets the two orc militiamen were wearing. But it was their faces that Charpe was looking at in wonder. Their faces were identical to those of Charpe and Chopper.

"Let's go through it again. You just suddenly appeared in our barracks, and you have no idea how you got here. Is that it?"

The Charpe!elf gave the real Charpe a nasty look, and spoke in a cultured, vaguely otherworldly voice that held just a hint of disdain, "Yes, that is it. The sergeant and I were in our barracks, we looked at the mirror, and then we were here, with you chaps holding weapons to our throats. As I said before, I am Turotulco Keensight, Major in His Majesty's First Keebler Regiment, and this is Sergeant Callow Stringplucker."

"Did you hear that, Pit? The poncey gits were just minding their own business, and then they just happened to pop in here by accident. Don't you just hate when that happens, Pit?"

"Yes, sir, I hate accidents. Usually means it's gonna be a real bad day," came the answer.

"A real bad day," Charpe repeated. "We've been having a lot of those since Aeshma came back to town. You fellows know Aeshma, don't yeh?"

"I've never heard of the chap," said Turotulco offhandedly, leaning back in his chair. "But if he's causing you trouble, I think I should like to meet the fellow."

Charpe leaned in towards Turotulco, his face only an inch or two from the Major's. "You know what I think? I think you two are his spies. That evil wizard sent you here to make sure the militia was removed from the picture when he sent in another invading army."

Turotulco, removed a handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbed it at his face. "Evil wizard? Come now, if anyone would be in the hire of an evil wizard, it would be an orc, not an elf."

As Charpe thought about this last, Chopper motioned to follow him out of the room. Charpe closed the door behind him. "He's a point there, sir," said Chopper. "Remember, we're the ones who switched sides."

"True, Pit, but if they're not his spies, how did they get here?"

"Sir, I had a call from Phred. He said that someone enchanted all the mirrors in town, and that folk's opposites were stepping out of them. Do ya think?"

"Those fops are our opposites? Actually, that makes sense. We're going to need more information."

Charpe went back into the office and faced the two elves. "On your feet! We're gonna go have a drink."


Penny B. - Feb 02, 2003 9:00:57 am PST #511 of 1100
Nobody

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Edward has escaped to find his Satanic overlord. Well, I, for one, am not going to waste my time chasing a tiny stuffed toy around town any longer. It looks ridiculous, I'm tired, and there are too many issues to think about. BlackPants!Knut is out there somewhere, and I have an apparently urgent message in my hand.

Let him win? Who's he? Who sent this? What is going on, I ask myself for the 27 thousandth time today. Behind me, WhiteKnut is laughing.

"What's up, Knut? Good news?"