Change of Composition (Part 2)

Chiana

. . .

Funny how life can be sometimes. Some of what I'll tell next I'll find out afterwards. Some happen as it happens, as it were (in passing).

Anyway, here we'd dropped things in the middle of the act, running off to save one of our friends and . . . basically doing a change of composition for tonights play.

Heh! See, no longer are we playing the part of locals and tourists who are just happening to happen by this odd school. No, instead we've shucked that and are just concentrating on basics. That is, the safety and security of fellow friends and all that!!

So when we do get into the boarding house/school. . . . we get to the kitchen and . . . find something of a mess!

"What, a crossover of The Invisible Man and The First Men in the Moon?" the Doctor asks himself, surprised despite himself. "Cannot say of all the things I'd expected that THIS would rear it's head, let me tell you."

"Heh, maybe he's the key to why Trilling sent us here?" I say aloud, thinking aloud. That brings up Inquirer short, nodding slightly.

"Could be," she says, getting out her med kit. "Best then we just fix him up and perhaps ask, if he's in any shape to answer AFTERWARDS."

While Inquirer . . . fixes things the others tell me what that was all about . . .

. . .

Strange that they have a story out there back on Earth called The Invisible Man. Kinda . . . unimaginative title, really . . .

Then again . . . it kinda fits the thing that we come across . . .in the kitchen.

. . .

The elves see this guy as a heat shimmer (they say). Me and Sigin? We see him as a blurry manshaped outline.

Inquirer sees him clearly, only in the "infrared" band.

. . . .

Whatever the case, we all can hear him well enough! Screaming. Covered partly in flour from an overturned container of some type in the . . .struggle.

Clutching his . . .wounded . . . .er . . .

Oh frell. Elrondir did that?!

. . .

W-well, see this Griffin (aka the Invisible Man) had been grabbing a bite to eat. Had to keep his strength up between bouts of raping the young girls at this school, I find out!!

The elves had snuck into the kitchen, looking for the Cavorite and noticed the blur that was Griffin and . . . and B'Elanna had gotten too close in curiousity. Griffin, being the psycho he is didn't like that (got nervous) and struck out at her to drive her away and . . . Elrondir didn't take too well to that.

Knife was drawn and he swung wildly, driving the giggling madman back until . . . a parting of the ways, shall we say. . . .

Inquirer had a-a grim look in her eyes (she doesn't stand for violence against her friends!), seeing the elfin blood from B'Elanna's wound (Hawley Griffin had wounded B'Elannain the course of things, hitting her away with a glancing blow from cast iron pan). . . . Some of it (the blood) having landed on Griffin's chest...

She (Inquirer) knows, basically, what happened. We all do...

. . . .

Uh, ever heard of a guy named Bobbit? John Crichton had told me about that back on his world where . . .

. . .

Don't know just why Inquirer, after applying a Pantac jab (learned from Aeryn Sun) to the screamer, was singing something like "Snippity Do Da" while . . .attending to the man's wounds after . . . after picking up his . . .

. . . .

Mivonks.

. . .

Frell, Inquirer can have a . . . strange sense of humor at times. But a least she's . . .

Oh, we all could ju-just leave him like that, unitless but . . .

. . .

Well, as soon as Inquirer is done she sighs when she sees the "Murrays" and her . . .whatevers staring at us all from the doorway of the kitchen. Staring at B'Elanna, who's ears are visible still (forgotten while Elrondir had tended her bleeding headwound) . . . but mostly at the figure at Inquirer's feet...

"Well . . . go ahead," Inquirer sighs, staying polite despite everything. "See you have questions so by all means ask them, Mrs. Murray."

That's when Elrondir, who later tells me about this one strange hobby of his . . . how this situation somehow reminded him of this place. If he'd known the truth of the matter he'd . . .

Oh FRELLIT! Just read and . . . not think to unkindly of him. It . . . as a mistake.

...

Like the rest of us, he'd pretty much knew that our initial "gambit" was done. Figured that we'd do some magic and then get the draz out of here, leaving only a lot of unanswered questions by people we figured we'd never see again and all that, so . . .

"Mrs. Murray?" Elrondir mugs, halfheartedly, wondering when we'll just cast some sleep spells and vacate. "Heh, with that scarf there she's almost a splitting image of a comicbook I'd almost bought years ago for my collection but opted out."

1. "Didn't really get all of the backstory about that steampunk story, The League of the Extraordinary Gentlemen, BUT I did remember that she'd had a VERY good reason to hide her neck with that scarf, what with her being from Bram Stoker's 'Dracula'."

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