Um. It seems dark.
Well, then, this is a day I'll feel good to be me.
Mal ,'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.
Liese S. - Oct 21, 2002 1:30:37 pm PDT #59 of 1100
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Holli - Oct 21, 2002 1:36:03 pm PDT #60 of 1100
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
Hey, where'd the lights go? Guys? Guys?
aaaawrooooooo.....
§ ita § - Oct 21, 2002 2:13:55 pm PDT #61 of 1100
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I think I hear a grue.
DXMachina - Oct 21, 2002 2:29:38 pm PDT #62 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Just as I'm getting ready to go over to the bar for the evening, the phone rings.
"Hey, boss?"
"Hey, Phred, what's up?"
"The power's out down here. You want me to keep the place open, or what?"
"No kidding?" I've got all the electricity I need, thanks to the midget fission reactor down in the basement. I look out the window, and notice that there are no lights showing from any of the neighboring houses. "Looks like power's out here, too. Huh. Okay, keep the place open. It probably won't be out for long. I'll over over in about fifteen minutes." I hang up, then head into my office, straight to the gun safe, and grab the AR-15 and a couple of clips of ammo. There's probably nothing sinister about the blackout, but it always pays to be prepared.
DXMachina - Oct 21, 2002 2:33:32 pm PDT #63 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Hans pulls off the tarp revealing the yellow and wood-paneled glory of the '74 AMC Matador wagon that is the Gudmobile.
My mom had one of these when I was in college. I liked it.
Beverly - Oct 21, 2002 2:36:09 pm PDT #64 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
"Well, I know you can see in the dark, but I can't." Cat purring on my shoulder sounds smugly self-satisfied.
"Oh, don't even tell me it's not dark. I know dark. Ow." I bark my shin on ... something hard. "Dammit. This is dark."
Betsy HP - Oct 21, 2002 2:47:49 pm PDT #65 of 1100
If I only had a brain...
Oh, good, dark. I pull the purple (well, it was before the lights went out) velvet comforter over my head, push the cat off the pillow, and go to sleep. Let ita cope. She always does.
DXMachina - Oct 21, 2002 3:05:20 pm PDT #66 of 1100
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
I'm walking down the street, and it's really not that dark out. The fog's finally gone, and soon the moon will rise, and since it's just a bit past full, there'll be plenty of moonlight. There are other folk walking about, some carrying lanterns or flashlights, and there's less a sense of foreboding than there is one of "Hey, you can really see the stars tonight".
Liese S. - Oct 21, 2002 3:41:25 pm PDT #67 of 1100
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
You won't be able to see the stars if you get eaten by a grue.
I mean, that's just what I'm thinking. Meanwhile, still seems dark.
Rebecca Lizard - Oct 21, 2002 3:41:49 pm PDT #68 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
It's dark inside my new apartment. But after a few reminders of how solid my furniture is, I make my way to the my bag sitting by the front door and fumble around until I find the storage box. Unlocking it is a trick in the dark, but with a little more help from a shapeshift my eyes see much better in the dark, and finally I can reach in and pull out my newest toy.
Portable Sun [tm] Flashlight. Still in its box. I rip off the cardboard and screw in a few triple-x batteries (manufactured locally with The Power of Porn, garunteed to run for several years at least), then flick the on switch.
Ow. My eyes hurt. I point it *away* from my face. And, on second thought, shift into a form with slightly less sensitive eyes.