I'm back. Brian is suffering from a hangover and does nothing but mutter incoherent cursing, so he can't read the synopsis. Aeris has again agreed to help me.
Aeris: Can I stay?
Karla: Why?
Aeris: People hate me.
Karla: I like you.
Aeris: That's why I want to stay.
Karla: Sure. I'll see about an FF VII fic, just for you.
Aeris: Really?
Karla: Yup. Now, the synopsis for the people.
Aeris: Brittany has been shipped off to another world in which the Industry controls everything. It has now been revealed that the Industry is a group of Kree. *pause* Was that good?
Karla: Do you want some cookies?
Aeris: Yay!
I woke up to a loud buzzing. At first I thought it was my alarm clock and I reached for my bedside table to turn it off. Then I didn't find a bedside table.
"Brittany? Are you awake yet?" Kurt asked. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around.
"Kind of. What time is it?" I asked.
"We don't have conventional time here Brittany. I'm not sure how to explain it to you. It's a sort of intuitive time. You just know that it's time to do your job." He tried to explain. Sometimes it's nice to be a savant.
"I get it. I'm a savant." I said.
"That expalins why you were thrown into the toxone. Here are some fresh clothes. Don't worry about the size. They'll configure themselves to you." He handed me some black leathery things.
"Thank you." I replied.
"Use thanks around here okay? It's another word that's been shortened."
"Oh. Sorry."
"No need to appologize." He said. He paused and looked me over. "Brittany, is something wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. I'm just trying to get used to the universe." I said. A bald faced lie and we both knew it.
"Hmm... Well, get dressed okay?" he said as he left. I slipped the shirt and pants on. The pants were attached to a pair of boots and there was a long trench with the out fit. I looked down at myself realizing that I looked like someone out of the Matrix. I went into the room from the night before to find a cube thing much akin to what the Jetsons ate in the cartoon.
I picked one of the thingamajigs up. "What is it?" I asked.
"It's food. Don't worry, you can eat it. It doesn't taste like much I'm afraid, especially to you since you must be used to much sharper tastes." Kurt said, swallowing a pill with some water.
I took a bite of the cube. It tasted like sawdust. I've never actually tasted sawdust myself, but one of my past lives had, and she said it tasted like sawdust and asked me what had possessed me to try eating it again.
"Brittany, I need to explain a few things to you. I teach archaic history. I'll need you to be a sort of teaching aid." he said.
"How? Like a living manekin or something?" I asked.
"That's about it. And if you wouldn't mind..." He bit his lip a bit, embarassed I assumed.
"My clothes?" I asked. He nodded. "I won't be needing them here really, so go ahead."
"Thanks Brittany. We'll get going in a few minutes. After we're done for the day, I'll show you around a bit."
Neep! There are schools! Fun fun!
Aeris: Can I stay?
Karla: Why?
Aeris: People hate me.
Karla: I like you.
Aeris: That's why I want to stay.
Karla: Sure. I'll see about an FF VII fic, just for you.
Aeris: Really?
Karla: Yup. Now, the synopsis for the people.
Aeris: Brittany has been shipped off to another world in which the Industry controls everything. It has now been revealed that the Industry is a group of Kree. *pause* Was that good?
Karla: Do you want some cookies?
Aeris: Yay!
I woke up to a loud buzzing. At first I thought it was my alarm clock and I reached for my bedside table to turn it off. Then I didn't find a bedside table.
"Brittany? Are you awake yet?" Kurt asked. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around.
"Kind of. What time is it?" I asked.
"We don't have conventional time here Brittany. I'm not sure how to explain it to you. It's a sort of intuitive time. You just know that it's time to do your job." He tried to explain. Sometimes it's nice to be a savant.
"I get it. I'm a savant." I said.
"That expalins why you were thrown into the toxone. Here are some fresh clothes. Don't worry about the size. They'll configure themselves to you." He handed me some black leathery things.
"Thank you." I replied.
"Use thanks around here okay? It's another word that's been shortened."
"Oh. Sorry."
"No need to appologize." He said. He paused and looked me over. "Brittany, is something wrong with you?"
"I'm fine. I'm just trying to get used to the universe." I said. A bald faced lie and we both knew it.
"Hmm... Well, get dressed okay?" he said as he left. I slipped the shirt and pants on. The pants were attached to a pair of boots and there was a long trench with the out fit. I looked down at myself realizing that I looked like someone out of the Matrix. I went into the room from the night before to find a cube thing much akin to what the Jetsons ate in the cartoon.
I picked one of the thingamajigs up. "What is it?" I asked.
"It's food. Don't worry, you can eat it. It doesn't taste like much I'm afraid, especially to you since you must be used to much sharper tastes." Kurt said, swallowing a pill with some water.
I took a bite of the cube. It tasted like sawdust. I've never actually tasted sawdust myself, but one of my past lives had, and she said it tasted like sawdust and asked me what had possessed me to try eating it again.
"Brittany, I need to explain a few things to you. I teach archaic history. I'll need you to be a sort of teaching aid." he said.
"How? Like a living manekin or something?" I asked.
"That's about it. And if you wouldn't mind..." He bit his lip a bit, embarassed I assumed.
"My clothes?" I asked. He nodded. "I won't be needing them here really, so go ahead."
"Thanks Brittany. We'll get going in a few minutes. After we're done for the day, I'll show you around a bit."
Neep! There are schools! Fun fun!