Which means video, right? You know it.
But I will video before that happens:
Must be starting out the month with a video!
In other words, it’s a-bout time for a video!
Well, I hope you all had a good Second Civil War Day!
First off, I didn’t have a good day yesterday. In fact, it was one of those “My Brain Wants Me Dead” sort of days and I spent most of it in bed crying–when I wasn’t sitting around crying, that is. I cried so much yesterday by 9 last night my eyes hurt.
Today, however, I’m better. Much better. And I started out the day right by doing something I’d promised to do: be in an Independence Day parade with my teammates. Not only that, but I said I would skate. That’s right: skate on the street and hand out fliers.
That was the “before” shot. It was hot out today and it got hotter as we skated. Even though it was a mile, we had to go up one small hill and then come down a bigger one–and I did this with my other teammates without going on my butt. Yay!
Since there is a “before”, that must mean there are “afters”. Yup. Here they are.
And a few hours ago the skies opened up and it began raining. Which means I needed another picture:
‘m loads of laughs.
Also, the piece I was interviewed for by The Central Voice, an online LGBT publication, finally saw the light of day, and you can read that right here.
Now, one thing I alluded to in my video the other day… since I’m on a derby kick today I may as well tell everyone I’m going to attend another clinic, this time on the evening of the 13th of this month, which is a Friday if you didn’t already know. It’s one being given by Laci Knight, a player who gave a clinic back in February and of which I was an observer.
So what’s the big deal about this one? I’m not going to just watch–I’m gonna skate! Yes, I decided to up my derby game and this time, with the approval of coaching, I will strap on my skates and be my own hero. And at some–probably an hour into the clinic–I’ll also probably go, “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” But those be the breaks. Beside, if you’re gonna skate with the big girls, you may as well take a lot of hits from them as well.
That’s all I have. Enjoy the rest of the day and if you can, get your drinking in before the aliens arrive, because–
After a lot of writing over the past few days I decided to take it easy and write just short of four hundred words. Why? Well, I’m a little tired. See, last night was practice night and, for the first time in just about two months, I got to work out with the vets–
And I got my ass kicked.
I don’t mean like they literally hauled me off to a corner and started curbstomping me, but rather I was back to doing stuff I was doing last February, March, and April, before I got tossed in Derby Jail, and after two months of inactivity from what’s basically a lot of cardio, there were times when I felt like I was about to pass out.
I did 28 laps during pyramid sprints (you’re with a partner and while one of you skates, the other does squats and planks and other strength things), then five minutes of foot work. Then I skated a 27/5 and when that was over, we went back to doing about 10 minutes of foot work. Then we got into a pace line with about 15 people and did waterfalls. This is simple: the person at the back of the pack skates on the outside of the pack to the front and as soon as they pass the person in front of them, they get in line and follow, and so forth and on. We did that like five times, so you get this continuous motion of the pack moving in the center of the track, while people on the outside line are moving around them.
Then, still in waterfalls, we did toe stops on the inside line–which is to say, starting with the front of the pack, someone drops out every 10 feet and does a 180 transition toe stop. And just like with the ‘falls above, as soon as the person on your right gets back in the pack and goes past you, you follow. We did that 5 times. We also did the same kind of stops on the outside line 5 times.
I have to say I love this drill. When you’re doing them right and you’re moving along at a quick pace, it’s a lovely thing to see. And the more people in the pace line, the better.
Then we got into blocker/jammer drills and this is where I really had to draw on what little reserves of energy I had. We were doing bridging drills, which is to say four blockers run a jammer back fifty feet from where “the pack” should be, which is a totally legal move designed to wear out the jammer, who, if knocked out of bounds, has to come in behind a blocker least she get a penalty, and then continue skating in the correct direction on the track. (This is to prevent the jammer, who scores points, from gaining an advantage on anyone who she may not have passed for points. If she doesn’t come in behind the person who hit her out, she gets a cut track penalty and has to go to the penalty box.)
So, we have four blockers on the track and one jammer who gets run back. Everyone got to play each of the five positions.
Being a jammer is a whole lot of cardio. You’re skating hard, you’re jumping around on your toe stops–oh, and you’re getting hit as well. Some people love being a jammers, but there are a lot of former jammers who’ll tell you they don’t miss it.
So, blocking wasn’t that big of a deal, though I was rusty as hell. And tired. So I hung in as best I could.
But when I was jamming? Oh, shit. A couple of times I got light headed and had to stop and reset because I thought I was gonna pass out. Two months ago I’ve had kept going, but this is now and my endurance is down. I got hit out; I got knocked down. I was winded and I did my best, but there’s a whole lot of room for improvement.
Then we did the same drill again, only this time we had to bridge the jammer forward as well, which means more skating hard, more getting hit, more–in my case–feeling tired. But I’m getting there.
Then we finished out doing a lot of strength moves. When I got home all my gear and clothing was soaked with sweat. At one point the tape I use to keep my left wrist guard on got so wet it wouldn’t stick any longer. I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to move real well and I was right.
But… it was a lot of fun. I missed that shit. And I hope to do some more next week.
Now, on to writing.
So Annie pretty much got bum rushed outta the Astral Realm, which means there’s only one place her essence could go. And we’ll head there…
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
Annie drew a sharp breath as she became instantly awake after snapping back into her body. She didn’t make a sound as being forced out of a astral projection was much like a big snap, the sensation she’d experienced when her homunculus was killed why she was puppettering.
She was awake for only few seconds when the light came on at a low level and Deanna knelt by her side. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” Annie started to sit up and winced due to some pain in her lower back. “That hurt more than I thought it might.”
“I encountered The Phoenix. We chatted for a bit and then she—” Annie mimicked her finger-flicking motion. “Sent me back into my body.”
“Sounds like something she’d do.” Deanna sat on the floor next to Annie. “How was your projection, besides that?”
“I was good. I felt like I had control the entire time.” Annie looked to her right where Kerry still lay, eyes closed. “I didn’t see Kerry.”
“He fell asleep.” Deanna chuckled. “I don’t believe that was his intention, however.”
Annie grinned. “He was probably more tired than he’d thought.”
“Perhaps.” Deanna’s tone softened. “How was your visit with The Phoenix?”
It was impossible for Annie not to hear the concerned in her instructor’s voice. “You suspected she’d show, didn’t you?”
“She did when we went Astral Walking, so why wouldn’t I expect her to show up now?” Deanna looked at Annie carefully. “My question still stands.”
Annie knew she’d not avoid this discussion so she spoke. “She seemed interested that I was there. She took me to the edge of the outer walls and talked about what’s outside. I saw a wendigo; she gave some explanation on The Curtain. Not much more beyond that.” She considered adding one more detail and did. “She came to me looking like Kerry’s female self.”
“Oh.” Deanna seemed surprised. “Did she give a reason why?”
“She didn’t say. I assumed she was just trying to be slightly annoying.” Annie glanced over at Kerry for just a moment. “She said she was curious about Kerry’s transition and told me she watched us.” She looked back at Deanna. “I gathered from the conversation she’s been watching us awhile.”
Deanna gave one quick, curt shrug. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
I stopped here because I know what Deanna wants to see about attracting the attention of way old spirits who like to fuck with you, and I knew it might take more than a few hundred words to get it down, so I’ll bring it to you tomorrow. You can guarantee that–
Here we are, the day after I reach one million words, and more words are coming. In fact, I finish this scene today, needing six hundred and sixty-five to make me feel good–though I want to add one more just because. In looking at the scene stats, this scene ran almost three thousand words, almost three times more than the scene before. Something tells me I may be back to writing now.
Last night was another Recruitment Night and had some enthusiastic women come out to see if they wanted to get involved in this insanity that has become a part of my life. Most of the group did a wave and in the process I caught a new freshie’s hand right in the face, which is why I’m all blurry.
Now, let’s get into the writing, shall we?
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
There was a thought at the back of Annie’s mind that had her asking another question. “I remember reading that Vivian Lovecraft and Selena Malthus fought a wendigo in Selena’s Meadow.”
The Phoenix turned her way. “That’s true. That happened thirty-eight years before Lovecraft died, seventy-five years before Malthus joined her.”
“Well, if the wendigo is a creature of the Astral Realm—”
“How did it get into the Physical Realm?”
Hummm, seems like Phee is pretty exact on those dates and there’s a reason for that: I have time lines! You knew that was the answer, admit it.
In fact I’ve had this information in place for some time–like, six years or more–and Aeon Timeline does a great job of allowing me to track it all. Here’s a screen shot of the over-all history:
And this shows a little detail. As you can see this happened twice about six weeks apart, and the first time Selena was out by her lonesome and had to battle the creature, which nearly killed her. As it was, killing the windigo nearly costs both Selena and Vivian their lives, but they managed to end it before it ended them.
And something interesting here: the school was only officially three years old at the time this happened. Before this happened the Five Founders had sore of an unofficial thing going down, maybe for a year, before they decided to make Salem a thing. Such are the things you learn.
And speaking of learning, what’s up with stuff walking from one realm to another? There’s a simple answer:
“The Curtain isn’t uniform. Some parts are thicker, some thinner.” The Phoenix nodded over her right shoulder. “And there are some parts of The Curtain where it’s so thin that under the right conditions, entities that exist in one realm can find their way to another.” She gave Annie a second or two to take in this new information before continuing. “Did you ever wonder why flight training is held in Selena’s Meadow?”
Annie nearly said it was due to it being a large, open space, but she knew this was a trick question. “There’s another reason, I’m certain.”
“You’re correct. The Curtain is extremely thin in the Meadow. This makes crafting exceptionally easy because your life line is not just siphoning off mystical energy from the Astral Realm, it’s literally draining all the energy it can handle. Back when flying a broom meant enchanting a real broom and putting a witch in control, the thinness there made flying a lot easier than anywhere else in the area.” The Phoenix quickly tilted her head to the right and back. “Of course, that also meant that, from time-to-time, things on this side of The Curtain found their way into the Meadow, and that caused some problems now and then.”
“Like having to fight a wendigo.”
“Yep. It also meant that witches could sometimes find a ‘hole’ in The Curtain and accidentally find themselves taking a walk in the Astral Realm.” She saw Annie was about to ask another question and halted her. “If you going to ask if a thin Curtain is responsible for unexplained disappearances around the world, you don’t need to ask. There are places all over the world where The Curtain is thin enough that even Normal have gone through when conditions are perfect.”
Now you know. This is one of the reasons you’ll hear of “Places of Power” where strange things seem to happen. It’s also why, in my world, witches have an easier time crafting spells in some places over others. The Curtain isn’t the same all over the world and once in a while, it’s thin enough to let things through. Which brings up another question:
While her question was answered, Annie found it leading to another. “Why doesn’t that still happen in the Meadow today?”
“It’s possible to put up wards that prevent accidental passage; it’s one of the reason students are suddenly flying into the Astral Realm while learning to pilot their brooms. And since the Meadow is now enclosed by the outer walls, that keeps all the larger, more dangerous entities on their side of The Curtain.”
“One last thing: is a thin Curtain the reason ghosts are seen in certain places around the world?”
The Phoenix nodded with pride. “I knew you’d figure it out. Yes, sometimes a person’s essence gets stuck in a certain location and it doesn’t want to leave. It usually happens where there’s a still considerable pull from the Physical Realm, so the essence remains in the area. And when the conditions are right—”
“The essence is seen in the Physical Realm as a ghost.”
“Got it in one.”
Now you have the reason why ghosts are seen in some places. They are real and they just trip on over to this side from time-to-time and say “Hey” and scare the shit out of Normals.
Annie has learned a lot. But it comes with a warning:
Annie felt like her head was about to spin from all that she just learned. “It’s so incredible.”
“It is.” The Phoenix’s tone shifted from friendly to serious. “But you need to remember, Annie: there’s things out here that can kill you—and no matter how good you think you are now, you’re not that good. You need to get in a bit more practice in a safe space before you venture out here again.”
Annie nodded. “I know, but—”
The Phoenix shook her head. “That’s it for today. Now—” She raised her left hand. “Drizzle, drazzle, drozzle, drome; time for this one to come home.” She flicked her fingers at Annie—
—And she was flung backwards at high speed, zooming over the school grounds and back into Memory’s End—
That last line from Phee is something Kerry would instantly know, mostly because of its connection to The Matrix. True story, bruh.
There we are. Annie’s projection in the Astral Realm is likely at an end. Which means it’s probably time to wrap up–
Well, Happy Pride Month! Yeah, it’s 1 June and LGBTQ+ Pride month is upon us. I can’t say if I’ll have a good time of this month or now, but I’ll do my best.
Last night was good for me. Getting out of derby jail means I can once again attend league functions and that’s what I did. I was out at River Bend Brewery in Newport, PA, about 45 minutes northwest of The Burg, and it was a great time.
Coming home was a different story, as I spent part of the night driving home in a downpour so great that at times I couldn’t see the road. Add to that driving down dark, hilly, winding country roads, and it was an event in of itself. But I made it home safe and sound, which is why I’m writing this now.
And speaking of writing, I finished my mermaid story last night as well. So with the exception of one day, I managed a part of the story every day in May, though last night was a close one: I posted the last part of the story about four minutes before midnight. But that was still May, so there.
And speaking of that story, I’ve been busy with something today:
Yeah, I’m working on the possibility of taking my little mermaid novella–about 26,300 words little–and putting it up on Amazon for sale. Nothing big, just $.99, which I believe is the minimum you can charge for a Kindle book, but that’s not bad. I may even have someone lined up to do a cover, for which I’ll cut them in for a whole 10% of whatever money I make. It may not make a lot of money–which means the story won’t make much of a splash, get it?–but it’ll be something I published. And, why not? I spent the month writing the story and I’m proud of it.
And if I have some success with this, who knows what’s next?
I’m supposed to do my shot right now, but the truth is I’m craving some ice cream bad and after that I’ll likely do my shot. And after that I may settle in for the evening and start binge watching Babylon 5, which is on Amazon Prime this month. If you haven’t seen this and you have Amazon Prime, watch it. It’s probably the best science fiction series ever, at least where space opera is involved, and while it doesn’t have the wide base that Star Trek or Star Wars has, it’s so much better in so many ways…
As for any other writing that needs getting done–yeah, I’m working on it. I do what to write, but I’m thinking about what I want to write next. I’m strange that way, you know? But the writing is coming.
I just have to coax it out.
These muses are stubborn things…
This time it’s all about derby–but not the way you think:
Yes, I did get out some writing. Not a lot, however, ’cause my mind is like a sieve today and nothing is sticking to it well. Which is to say while I managed three hundred and fifty words in the new scene, getting more out of me was starting to become a chore.
Also, I did a lot of running around today ’cause I went to bed starting to slip into a funk and that funk was with me when I woke, so I decided to stop giving into my depression and do something rather than sit around and mope. Also, I realized that I was once more digging into shit for which there was no reason to dig because said shit hadn’t happened and likely won’t. Once more, my mind fucks with me more than anything else.
Anyway, I’m ready for the new ladies to show up–
–and I hope I can help them get interested in derby.
Meanwhile, someone is interested in a dream that two of her more interesting students had and it’s possible it’s causing her a little pain…
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
Helena took Annie and Kerry to The Witch House, where they listened to the audio of they rune dream in the privacy of the Head Sorceress’ main office. No one spoke during the fifteen minute recording, though there were moment when Helena would sigh aloud or muttered something just under her breath, as if she couldn’t believe what he’d heard.
After the recording finished she asked both children to tell her what they’d seen and done within the dream. When Annie asked if the conversation was being taped, Helena confirmed that she was shooting video for Deanna to watch as that had been their agreement in the instance that Helena required details on a specific vision.
It was only after all the specifics of the rune dream were given that Helena sat back in her chair. “Recording off.” She lowered her head as she rubbed her eyes. “Fucking Christ, did you two fall into it.”
Kerry asked the most obvious question. “Are we in trouble?”
Helena replied without giving him an answer. “You’re having a vision dream of things that may not happened to you for years, maybe decades, to come and you’re speaking of things of which you can’t possibly have any knowledge.” She sat up and uttered a dry chuckle. “Grey operatives; media teams; code names even. I mean, it’s not like I don’t expect you to achieve the level you mention in your vision, but for the moment—” She cleared her throat. “It’s just that no one expected you to hear about these thing by now.”
“So, what is a grey operative?” Annie wasn’t concerned about being in trouble as they had no control over what was in their vision, so she expect there wouldn’t be a punishment. “I mean, since we heard of it in our dream, it doesn’t make sense to keep the information from us now.”
There was a moment of silence in the office while Helena drummed her fingers on her desk. When she did answer, it was in a roundabout manor. “I’m sure he—” She pointed at Kerry. “—can figure it out.”
And if you know Kerry–and you probably do, only not as well as me–you know he’s gonna have an answer.
If you’re lucky he’ll tell you tomorrow.
Wait? What is this? Is this an excerpt?
You bet your butt it is. Allow me to explain.
Today I headed down to Little Amps for some coffee because I made a promise to myself that even if I’m not working, staying cooped up inside a studio apartment all the time isn’t good for me. So it was down to the coffee shop to enjoy the cold weather and drink coffee–
Oh, and to write.
Yeah, it was the first time in three weeks that I actually put words into the novel. It was time and I figured I need to catch up on the rune dream I’ve talked about and posted on prior to today. And since it’s been so long since I last posted, I’m going to give you everything I’ve written so far, starting with the part that’s already been excerpted, followed by what’s new.
Hope you enjoy.
The mirror forms in the air and you take a moment to examine your attire and features. Hair is a little longer than when you graduated, but your facial features haven’t changed much at all, which is why it’s necessary to add some aging to your face before going out—the curse of being an Aware who doesn’t age at the same rate as a Normal.
It’s easy to see the rest of your body as well, which is almost perfectly average. The black dress pants are perfectly tailored, as is your white dress shirt, because of a little transformation magic, and your half-brogues feel as broken in as a pair you’ve own for years even though you bought them this morning.
You’ve just finished fastening the cummerbund around your waist when Annie walks out of the bathroom in her bra and panties, having just made her hair and makeup as perfect as possible. She stand on the other side of the large bedroom from you and waves at the air before her, creating her own full-length mirror. She slides her feet into a pair of black pumps before turning around to face you. “Give me a hand with my dress?”
“Of course.” As Annie levitates the dress to a position directly behind her you hold it lightly by the shoulders and phase it through her body. She helps position it until it’s perfectly in place and the moment she nods to let you know she’s satisfied, you remove the spell and take a couple of steps back. “Black metallic looks great on you.”
Annie turns and smiles. “Why wouldn’t it, my love?”
You make a quick nod towards her right shoulder. “That new ink is peeking through; you gonna hide that?”
Annie checks the tiny portion of her new tattoo just visible beyond the hem of the sleeve and makes it vanish with the wave of her hand. “Good catch. I wouldn’t want to risk that someone’s seen that somewhere else.” She looks at you as you return to your mirror. “Are you wearing earrings tonight?”
“I was thinking of wearing my diamond studs, but I’m not sure which ones.” You shrug. “What do you think? Squares? Hexagons?”
“Did you bring the octagons?”
“Wear those. I like them.”
“Done.” You remove the earrings from a nearby jewelry box and deftly slip them into place.
Annie continues admiring you as she put on her own earrings and a tiny smile curls up the right corner of her mouth. “I wish you could wear the dangling pentagrams you wore the last time we were out.”
“I would love to wear them as well, but they’d look a little out of place on this form.” You snort as you tie your tie. “That’s the problem with going to these swanky parties as a guy: it’s all the standard white shirt/black tie bullshit.” You finish your tie and tug the ends as you face Annie. “The only good this is I get to wear a bow tie—”
Annie slowly walks towards you. “Because bow ties are cool.”
The moment Annie is close enough you put your arm around her waist and give her a kiss. “Exactly, Pond.” You kiss her lips once more before releasing her. “See, I knew that part of me would rub off on you.”
“Don’t congratulate yourself too much—” She checks her appearance again in your mirror. “That’s about all I remember after a decade of quotes.” After quickly touching her hair into place she glances towards you. “Do you think they’re going to give us any time together after tonight?”
You levitate your tuxedo jacket towards you. “Hard to say. I’m still surprised they let us drop what we were doing nine months ago to go to the wedding together.”
“In that instance someone above our handlers were calling the shots.” Annie picks up a pair of emerald stud earrings and begins putting them into place behind the first set of earrings. “It’s nice when you have friends in high places.”
“That is it.” You put on the jacket, rolling your shoulders to get it set. “Still, there are probably dozens of operatives who could go to this party, yet they need us. I don’t get it.”
Annie smiles as she finishes putting in her earrings. “You know how it is: such is the way—”
“—When you’re gray. I know.” You let out loud sign. “Whatever.”
“I’m not complaining.” Annie gives her hair a quick pat. “It’s been nine months since we’ve seen each other face-to-face in person so I, for one, so I’m thankful they did pull us out of the field for this party.” She looks about the room, unsure what she should do next. “I only hope we can get a week together before returning to our on-going operations. It would be nice.”
“I agree.” You turn and look out the window of your hotel room, gazing upon the opulent city beyond. “You think this guy’s gonna be there?”
“Intelligence says the likelihood is high.” She picks up a pair of sunglasses as if she’d considering wearing them to the party. “We know the buyer will be there because we’ve seen the guest list; our target has met with the buyer five times in the last month; and seeing how the buyer is bringing along five guests the probability is high whatever business they’ve planed to transact will occur tonight.” Annie sets the sunglasses aside and sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. “I know you see it the same way: you’re just asking the question because it’s something you always do when you’re restless.”
You snort without turning around to face Annie. “Guilty as charged.” After pulling the sheers back into place you glance over at Annie. “Also, the fact that we haven’t received conformation about whether or not we’re suppose to snatch this asshole isn’t exactly instilling confidence The G know what’s going on.”
Just then Annie’s phone dings as a message appears. She points at it and levitates it towards her. “Speak of the devil.” It only takes a second to read the text. “We’re on. We’re to snatch our target and the buyer.” She sets the phone in her lap. “They must want to know if the buyer is acting as a go-between for someone else.”
“Which is probably likely.” You take a couple of steps towards Annie. “Are we authorized to go public, or do we have to keep this private?”
“They didn’t say: let me ask.” Annie speaks the question into the phone and sends the message; the response comes back some twenty seconds later. “We’re to keep it private: they don’t want to involve a media team on this operation.”
“Sounds good.” You pace across the room and back once. “I supposed this means I need to make sure my other disguise is suitable, too.”
Annie nods. “It does. Let’s see, then.”
That was what I published previously. Now… on to the new stuff and–well, you’ll see, things are a bit strange when it comes to disguises with these two:
You stand before the mirror and concentrate on your other appearance. It doesn’t matter what you have on now: you’ve practice changing that into what you’ll wear when you are that other person everyone knows—
Your features morph quickly as they always, and since you’ve developed your skill at transforming your garments to the point where you’re an expert, your clothes change just a fast. Where a moment ago you were Annie’s hansom husband, you’re now her beautiful wife who still retains a bit of that endearing cuteness you developed years before at school. Your dress pants and white shirt transform into a long blue gown with a plunging V-neck, bare shoulders, and a slit running up the left side of the skirt. The bow tie becomes a shimming silver necklace fitted with diamonds and emeralds and your earrings drop downward, barely brushing your shoulders as they swing back and forth.
While you admire your appearance Annie moves up behind you. “You’re wearing pumps?”
You glance to your left. “Yeah. Why?”
“We spent all that time yesterday getting our nails done and you’re hiding your pedi?” A soft giggle slips from between her lips. “I mean, those purple toes—”
“Oh, all right.” You roll your eyes as you transform you black pumps into strappy silver metallic scandals. “Better?”
“Much better.” She touches your left side. “You need to bring the slit up higher.”
You release a small sigh as you once again forget this detail. “I always miss that.” You trace your finger from the top of the slit all the way to the middle of your hip, stopping it just below where you know the line of your thong sits. “There.”
“You’re a short woman: you want to present as much leg as possible to give the appearance of height.” Annie chuckles. “You should know this by now.”
“I do. I just—”
“Forget: I know.” Annie wags her right index finger. “I’m going to punish you the next time you ‘forget’.”
“Is that a threat?” You laugh as you brush your curly ginger hair back exposing your earrings. “Now I have the dangling earrings.”
“But not the pentagrams.”
“Do we really want to advertise what we are?” You smooth the dress against your body, making it fit perfectly. “So, Annie and Kerry go into the party—”
“And the White Queen and Red Queen come out with their packages for the Guardians.” Annie slides her arm around your shoulders and pulls you close before kissing your cheek. “You are so beautiful. I wish they’d let us go to the party as a couple.”
“I don’t know.” You shake your head. “I guess when you’re pretending to be nouveau riche it’s okay to have a lesbian mistress on the side—you just can’t bring her to the parties.”
“There’ll be at least one lesbian couple at the party.”
“Yeah, but they ain’t there to bag bad guys.” You turn and give Annie a look full of deep longing. “Don’t worry: the first chance we get we’ll go dancing—”
“And it’ll be fantastic.”
“That’s all I want.” She steps away. “You better change back: the car should be here soon.”
So there you have it. Kerry goes in with Annie, hobnobs a bit with some new rich kids, then changes over to Girl Kerry because who’s going to be looking for another pretty rich girl at a party? Then the Annie and Kerry, Team Vagina, bag their targets and get the hell out of Dodge, though we have no idea how they’re doing that but you can be sure it’ll be quick.
And why do The Guardians have Kerry going in the door as one person and kicking ass as another? Well… they have their reasons. None of which we can go into ’cause not even my kids know, because they’re having a vision of the future and don’t know all the stuff their future versions know. But one day, yes, one day, they will know. I know why, but I can’t tell you. Maybe I’ll tell you… in the future!
Also, since I forgot to show you the route I took on Friday here it is. I started in the lower left where it says “0” and stopped where it says “6.28”. Since the weather is going to be good this coming Friday I’m already thinking about the path I want to take. In case you’re wondering, the distance covered is equivalent to me skating 183.7 laps on the WFTDA track. Even I’m surprised. Next time I do this I’ll actually keep track of how much time I spend skating so I can get an idea of my laps per minutes.