05 June 2013

Notes - 387 words of Pouch 18


         Early afternoon. Carol, Kim, Paul and yourself had lunch at Five Guys and when you returned to the house Mary Lou was waiting in the driveway. Everyone did some work related to the house this morning. The four of you went out earlier and looked at lots down at the Olentangy Falls development, about five minutes south of where you are now (just off Cheshire Road). You are not going to get much done here, orndorff as there are too many distractions.  - Amorella

         1531 hours. Carol went to Kroger's to buy more shelf paper. I straightened everything up so we are ready to leave. We are waiting for the new single bed for Owen to arrive and be put up. Brennan share the room in his crib for now, then they buy another twin and get matching backs. For now it will just be frame, springs and mattress. Kim and Paul's old queen sized bed will go in the guest room for us to use. Everything is cleaned up and ready to go. Carol just arrived. We like their rental off Cheshire Road; it'll be just fine for a year or so.

         Let's go to Pouch 18 and see what happens. - Amorella

         Dusk, and you are home and settled. Carol is talking to Mary Lou on the phone after a conversation with Kim. Mary Lou kindly donated several rugs for their use in the rental and Carol helped her bring them up earlier today. - Amorella

         2056 hours. Here is what I have of Pouch 18 so far:

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Diplomatic Pouch 18, © working draft, 387w.

         "Who would have ever thought?" uttered Blake Williams quietly.
         "Never in a million years," declared Justin.
         "What does this mean?" asked Pyl.
         Justin quickly rebutted, "Why does it have to mean something, Pyl? Jeez. We are here just witnessed seeing the dark side of the Moon live."
         "There is a purpose. What do they want from us?" whispered Pyl.
         Yermey seemed to pop up from nowhere, "You ask a good question, Pyl Burroughs."
         "Here it comes," mumbled Justin unthinkingly.
         "What's that?" smiled Yermey.
         Blake grinned sardonically, "He means Pyl will be direct. She is always direct.
         Yermey chuckled, put his hand on Blake's shoulder and said, "Let's go in here and sit for a minute. We can talk this out."
         The relatively non-descript empty room had two chairs and a couch roll up into place for sitting while the ceiling and upper walls created a soft lighting. Blake enjoyed Yermey's light brotherly touch and said, "All it needs is a fire lit fireplace to appear from the far wall."
         Yermey laughed softly, saying, "No fireplaces here but I could arrange for one in your room."
         "No, that's fine."
         Pyl sat on the couch with Justin fitting in beside her, "I don't know what's fine, Blake. We don't know what this is really about but I assume we are going to be used by these people."
         Justin realized Pyl hardly knew he was there and comforting is not what she needed. He off-handedly fell into her mold of feeling, "Pyl's right, Blake. We need to know more before we get cozy with these people."
         "I appreciate your honesty; really, we all do. Cozy is not a word I know well. We want you to feel safe and secure. First, we respect your species. This is the reason we came here. The greater ThreePlanets family is not happy we have arrived here, and even less so for inviting you onboard as guests."
         Jokingly Blake mouthed, "Good cop, bad cop."
         I think Friendly might be able to better explain. "I am neither a good cop or a bad cop. We would like, if you three accept, to have you teach us more about your culture from a more personal standpoint. We want . . . "
         "I understand you would like some help," interrupted Friendly. "It is not often Yermey asks anyone for help.

387 words
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       Enough for tonight. Post. - Amorella


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