Far from fields | Met a Stranger 2.4
Posted by Burgess
I was worried. Why would a demon be so interested in Myg? That was the big unknown. The n or the x in the equation of Myg’s life. And knowing Myg, it was likely a complicated differential equation. Neither of us come from idyllic circumstances.
I IM’d Myg to see what she was up to. “Later,” she replied. I could tell she was still ticked off at me for moving the club down the street without consulting her. She’d jetted, irritated, right after brunch.
When later rolled around and I tried again she just sent: “. . .” She didn’t show or respond by evening–when we were supposed to meet to go over architectural drafts for new construction. She didn’t come home at all that night. I went looking.
She wasn’t in any of her usual haunts. Not in the watertower hiding out close to home, not at The Block, not in Tableau, not Reforma, Relix, or the Wastelands, and not even with Lisa and Vanny. Normally, I don’t worry. She’s good at taking care of herself. But this wasn’t normal.
If there was something nefarious going on, there was one way I knew I could find out.
I was reluctant to call them. It had been years and we hadn’t parted on good terms, and nekos aren’t the sort of beings inclined to be real understanding of human foibles. I called Tober because I figured she’d be the least pissed. She didn’t believe it when I called, but showed up.
After my embarrassed attempted apologies, Tober told me to shut up and explain why I had called. It took me a solid hour to relate the events of the spring to her, and as I did, I got more and more upset. Someone or something was out to get Myg–it wasn’t just some jilted guy with supernatural connections or bad karma from adolescent Ouija board misuse.
“I’ll help,” Tober said. “But you know who you really need if you want to get the word out.”
“She’ll never do it. She’s never forgiven me for leaving the clowder.”
“Just talk fast when I get her here.”
“No, wait, let’s think for a minute, there’s got to be . . .” but Tober was already IM’ing.
Tober tp’d JB in without telling her why. I was all set to start explaining and pleading right away, but my throat got tight and my mouth went dry the second her pink hair rezzed.
Her eyes narrowed when she saw me. “What’s he doing here?” she said to Tober. “Better yet, what are you doing with him?”
“Just listen to him, JB, for me?”
JB was not happy, but was quiet as I went through the whole tale again.
“And why should I help you?”
I was at a loss. “I . . .” started to say.
“No. Don’t you even think about that. You left right when we needed you and you never came back. Now you want our help?”
“Please, JB.”
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You better treat the nekos right, they tend to never forget anything
yay! possible renforcements! it’s about time! let just hope jb gonna say yes, alex is gonna need all the helps he can get if he wants to find myg and help her in time.
Again, great photography and story line. I love you guys.
I forget things all the time. In fact…I don’t even recall any of this happening! ;-D
I am enjoying reading the story, again! Keep it going, please!
Well Timothy, that depends on how much catnip they have been into….
Tobie…we need to talk about your catnip problem…hehe
Yay bring in the Nekos!
YAY! I have attitude! *dances*
*eats more catnip, looking at DesertWolf puzzled*
Eh, what are you talking about?
BTW, the second pic of Tober is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen
Tober is just insanely cute anyways… I swear if I meet her outside Midian sometime I’m so hugging her silly…
/me blushes
Thanks, guys!
Oh and Timothy, you will probably enjoy this picture of me:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/octoberhush/486716697/
mew!
/me enjoys
>Tobie…we need to talk about your catnip problem
Hee-hee, we’ve actually had that talk . . .
Har har, very funny =P
As far as I’m concerned, Tober’s an adult, though a very cute one who inspires a desire to, um, “take care” of her in many of us. I run a bar. It’s a business. If she wants to hang out and order her favorite ‘nip blends from opening until after hours, who am I to stop her?
Hmm… that gives me an idea, would you nekos like some couches to crash in installed in the upstairs loft at Clockwork? Maybe a catnip tasting bar?
At the Twilight Zone in Midian City, Devon, the manager, has this neptalactone extract he mixes with some other liquors so it’s like a mint chocolate chip drink. I call it the “mint chocolate nip” drink.
Apparently, the more of it I have, the cuter I get
/me makes a note to call Devon Quirk to see if Felonicus, the Leviathan catnip distribution subsidiary, can get some of this neptalactone extract.
@Burgess:
A big YES to couches and catnip :)))