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Subject: (Dark Omega for Delta) Autumnal Orgy
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RE
Autumnal Orgy
The letter came in the e-mail. It was formal and the consequences
of not answering dire. The one known as Delta read it carefully,
considering the implications as it read. Finally, in a carefully
structured (as is its style) note, it sent the reply: "I shall
attend."
Delta's Story:
I'd never been invited to an orgy before and I didn't know
quite what to wear. Nothing in my closets seemed just right for
such an undertaking. I frowned in discontent. An orgy. Everyone
would see me, and me taking such care never to been seen and labeled.
Also, during this time I was supposed to be visiting a "friend". The
friend just might have something to say about this -- were I to
mention it. Perhaps it would be better to say nothing. Perhaps
it would do no harm to slip out for a few hours on that day.
Perhaps the friend wouldn't even notice. Good luck, I grimaced
to myself in the mirror.
A long walk. A damn long walk. Why do they have to have
these things in such remote locations? Ah, well, at least the
sun is coming up. Should get a little warmer. This time of
year it can be rather cold in the night, especially when one
is dressed for an orgy--at least the way it was suggested
that I dress. Well, at least I had some fur to keep me warm.
Dark Omega, owner of the fur, opened one yellow eye to
glare at me. It was obvious that she wished to know why we
weren't there yet. She had laughed at my concern over clothing.
"Fur goes with anything," she told me, and proudly showed me
her own. A cat's savoir faire under such trying circumstances
must be seen to be appreciated. Now she was enjoying her ride
and my arms were aching as I approached the area in which the
orgy was to take place.
After a full night of walking I was weary. I took a rest
and Dark Omega slipped off to do some exploring. I think she
saw some birds that caught her interest. Yet, without her
faithful hunting partner (the front window of our (her?) house),
I wasn't sure she'd catch anything.
The sun rose further into the western morning sky and with
a sigh of exasperation--Dark Omega had disappeared entirely--I
decided that I must continue.
The map, which I had drawn up from the word picture of
Ceilti, showed me to be on the right path. The road of Vailin
(does Ceilti watch Babylon-5 I wondered) was right ahead. Or
was I on it already? Where *were* those blasted hills? I saw
some hills ahead, but they didn't look exactly like described.
Well, descriptions can be difficult, I allowed. Still, it should
have been easier than this.
Remembering that Ceilti had written that 'It is a time when
what is normal does not exist' [Realizing that I've just violated
the copyright in that "Every word of what follows is Copyrighted."
I not so sure that I really want to meet up with Ceilti and her
guards and etc. Not that I really believe that she can legally
copyright all the words she used, but one never knows. Perhaps
I should continue in *another* language.] vielleicht hat sie irgendwas
falsch dargestellt. Das koennte sein. So, ich geht weiter.
Ah, the hell with her copyright. I can use English, too. I was
probably using it before her and thus my use of the words she uses
*must* be grandfathered. Anyway, as I was saying, perhaps she
did her best to represent the natural features of the land, but
made a few mistakes along the way. Anyway I went on.
Ah, yes, the hills. Found them. Not exactly where she said
they'd be and they didn't look quite the same as she said they
looked, but two hills nonetheless with the road winding between them.
'Narrow crevice' indeed. If that is a narrow crevice I'm not
Delta. And, hell, there ain't no guards neither. No little tokens
of safe passage, nothing. But, perhaps I'm early.
Going down the path wasn't much. Certainly not torturous.
and although there was a trickle of water coming down the rocks,
it wasn't what I'd call a waterfall. Poetic licence, I figure.
It's getting bloody hot out. There's no one about. I look
again at the invitation. Autumnal Equinox. Got the right day and
this should be the place. Maybe I've been tricked. The invite
came through AOL.com. Perhaps it wasn't from America On Line, but
from Any Old Lie.
Ah, there's something, at least. A page from a magazine, old
and weathered, just sitting there in the middle of the path. One side
has been completely bleached by the sun but the other is legible. As
I turn it over I discover that it is a page from Penthouse. An old
one, and the advertisement on the page is for a video: "Caligula".
Well, there was an orgy in that film, but surely that is not what
was meant. I was assured that there would be other denizens from
ASSD here. At one time three of them wanted to get into a four-way
with me.
Noon. No one around. I've been traipsing over this Chaos
forsaken country for hours now and no one--nothing. If I ever catch
Ceilti . . . . And where the blazes is Dark Omega? Ah, hell. I'm
going back. First time I go out to show my face, my body, my . . .
well, everything other than just my name. Just goes to show me.
I'm meant to walk alone, unknown for the wonderful being I truly am.
And I had a nice story to tell by the campfire, too. Last time
I accept one of these damned invitations.
Where *is* that damned cat?
Delta never could tell its left from its right. From the way
it took off you'd think that it thought that the sun rose in
the west instead of the east. Who can tell with humans? Anyway,
a Cat has better sense. An orgy. Might be interesting seeing
how humans other than Delta live. Hope it has my supper out
for me when I get back. After a day of playing Cheshire Cat,
a Battlecat needs sustenance. But I bet I'll have to wake it
up . . . again.
Now, *that* looks interesting. It looks like Daphne Xu and . . .
nah, couldn't be--not doing *that*! Ooh, when the other folk
at the orgy hear about this they'll go wild. She's . . . oh,
look, a tasty morsel of a bird. Now if I climb that tree I bet
I could creep out on that branch and pounce on it before it even
saw me . . .
Dark Omega, Battlecat (who let her nym lapse and so is using Delta's)
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