Explosions rip across the Eastern version of Sanctuary, leaving glitched textures before wire-frame collapse and fade from the region.
Mishil - "What the Hell is happening !?"
Magistrate - Holding Asherah, smiles to Mishil, "Only what must be." He turns back to Asherah, leaning for a kiss to her return, "Evacuate."
They fade away.
...
Mishil - "! Fuck !"
('Revenger' live by Herosyn)
The people pack into the Xinhua Hunter ships among the many assorted, the hunt leader overlooking until taking her position at the flagship's bridge.
Teacher loads the (Eastern airship version) schoolbus and slams the door, more fading all around. Ice cream ninjas bounce in pirate galleons refitted (internal plating and yes planks come off sometimes) for space travel.
All emptied, Mishil watches the last mountain range explode to wire-frame decay. She checks her back strapped rifles, one on each side clipped to her pack to fire fore. One last look around at the empty sands, a gust ... twirling dervishes.
She puts on her bubble helm and lights her rocket-pack to a hover while the dervishes conspire to twist the land before gone, dragging the massive and mixed fleet spinning into the vacuum of its disappearance.
Aboard the various craft time the pilots struggle for control of their crafts while fearful time is killed as they drag through the slipstream for what seems forever.
The band from the Urani
Marketplace plays to
entertain (hoping BP will play themselves) among the increasingly hungry
populace while outside Mishil weaves through checking formation
distances and hulls.
The stabilized central fleet of the hunter-ships take center as smaller ships struggle for control on decaying engines and declining fuels. The fleet begins extending clawed arms for ship capture, dock and boarding to hold them steady, a few get harpooned and dragged.
Around the fleet every ship similarly equipped for boarding begins to do the same until they all fly as one under the main fleet's core.
~ The Continuing Adventures of Diver Deep ~
Akari and Mariko run through
the crowded walkways, circles around the annoyed workers until teacher
pulls the stop sign. The fleet explodes over Sanctuary as one craft while the citizenry looks up at the new city in the sky.
chapter three, in which saturday begins in the morning
(alarm clock rings)
Beginning at the house wreckage, through the cul-de-sac and the neighborhood surrounding. Lives begin, lights go on, breakfasts are made, sunny day. Dogs are walked, bla bla bla.
At "You can talk to me" in the song, the shadow of four Army Chinook helicopters flying over the fields, a large square shadow apparently suspended between them.
Life in the cul-de-sac, teeth are brushed, showers taken, breakfast eaten.
(Second "you can talk to me") A golfer swings not bothering to notice the shadow looming over as it follows the shot. The shadow and noisy winds flows over the cul-de-sac.
The Chinooks drop the new house atop the wreckage of the old ... (song ending) the doorbell rings, Felicia answers. A delivery, a conspicuous box, their address no name, no return.
Felicia - "A moment." Switchblade (wide postal eyes), she cuts the tape ... she looks at him holding a bowling ball bag. "Really ?"
Postal - "I ... just ..."
Felicia - "It's about the right weight ..." She shakes it a bit, "Feels right. For bowling. Which I've heard of."
She opens it and looks in, Yorick opens his eyes and looks back.
~ Exchange Rates ~
She slams it shut and looks at the confused postal.
Postal - "I don't ... know ... things ..."
Felicia - "No we're good !" Slams the door.
Postal - "But ... I need you to ..."
Felicia - "No you don't !"
Mom - (the kitchen) "Who was it ?"
Felicia - "Nothing !"
A sigh from the kitchen as she runs up the stairs, cooking noise pointedly resumed, a sigh from the other side of the door. The sound of dragging steps, a door slides shut, a sullen engine putters off.
like night chasing the day ...
At night she sits up in bed staring at the bag sitting on a stool across the room while her parent argue through the wall about the origins of spaghetti ...
and then sunday comes after saturday
Felicia, extremely tired hunches madly over her Game-Brick, the sound of a heavy engine outside crushing pavement, the door bell rings ...
... wide eyes ...
Mom - (from the kitchen) "Well !?"
...
She opens the door ...
Mariposa - A tank parked behind her, peering up at Hector. "um ... have you seen my friends ?"
...
Felicia - "Nope !" Slams the door.
...
Mariposa
- Through the door while Felicia locks it and leans against it
terrified, "oh." A sigh and the sound of shuffled sad steps, a
tank engine, crushed pavement, gone.
Mom - "Well !? Who was it !?"
Felicia - "Uh uh !" She runs upstairs.
...
Mom slams the knife into the cutting board.
Mom - "Now. Exactly What the FUCK. Do you even THINK you know about Spaghetti !?"
Dad - "I'm ... thinking the accurate history of it ?"
...
Mom - Grabs the knife and points it, "This will be continued."
She resumes slivering the garlic.
Dad - Rolls his eyes and turns for the TV, "Nooo doubt."
The death glare ...
Upstairs Felicia stares at the bowling ball bag into the night ...
