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Wednesday Sep 02, 2020
Wednesday Sep 02, 2020
(music up: psychedelic Indian music)
(VO: Spoken in a thick Far Easter Indian voice)
"So ...here we are...
Sitting in this room with these stupid head phones on... and a wireless mic wrapped around our flippn' heads... TALKIN'! Like, whatever comes to us... Ping-Ponging back and forth, from one topic to the next... Who cares if we're right or wrong... It's out there... Out there, in the universe. So far out there, that you may, or may not even completely understand what plain of conscience we've even derived the simple concepts from. But we say it. And sometimes we even Sing it... And then... There's Tinkle Time. Before you know it, Soundbytes starts up. Listening to All-Girl Bands in a music trivia fest that will bring back memories for all living generations. Did someone say Current events?.. yeah, we even touch on that too... OH! and Pat wants to start up a breakfast restaurant.
(Music fades)(Enter Announcer VO)
ALL THIS WEEK!!! tonight... on The Potluck!
...And now back to our regular scheduled program...
(read in an over-dramatic, slow, monotone voice)
It's been almost a week, and still no one. Who would even know where he was. The last thing Gerald remembered was holding up that charmed necklace to that intense beam of light... when everything went dark.
He remembers hearing a noise. The sounds of scuffling shoes on an old wooden floor. With the footsteps getting closer... from above him. Reaching the stairs, he nearly fell into as he was overcome by running goats and flailing chickens... running toward the light... Finding the charm... then all black.
But before... Gerald tries to remember... What was it that he saw... before everything went dark. It was a figure of some sort... in the light. Almost like it was Princess Leia, being projected from R2-D2... But it wasn't that. It was coming from the charm. Was Rachel in the charm?... was it some sort of message?... Was it Rachel? No... It couldn't... but could it?
He then moved his hand, as if waking up from a nap. Feeling around. ...Fur?... Looking around, realizing that he was laying down on some kind of futon, A black, fur... futon. Shaped to form fit any person... even big enough for two. ...Maybe three. It was a nice sized futon. Heck, one could sleep comfortably in ..."How long was I here?" Gerald thought to himself.
"About three days", said a voice over his shoulder.
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