X-Sender jeffshuo@j.imap.itd.umich.edu X-Mailer QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Pro Version 4.1 Date Sat, 20 Jan 2001 084830 -0600 To Kylinn@aol.com, lb@argonet.co.uk, jeffshuo@umich.edu, Malada2@aol.com From Jeffrey Sean Huo Subject Re WGP News item In-Reply-To <61.aa37e98.279a3721@aol.com> Mime-Version 1.0 Content-Type text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Status At 0734 PM 1/19/01 -0500, you wrote >Stalks Hidden heads back upstairs, accompanied by Pearl, >carrying one plate, and Alan, carrying another. As they head up the stairs to the hallway of suites, certainly the enhanced Garou ears of Stalks and Pearl will begin to hear the quiet giggling of a little girl, and a man's voice singing, like a lulluby... "Dancing bears...painted wings... Things I almost, remember... And a song / Some-one sings / Once, upon a Dece-ember...." Mirabelle, for all her other faults, was a good singer; Christina could bend an entire room to her will with the beauty of her voice; this voice...well, the generous would say it was in tune. Mostly. But there is a heartfelt sincerity, a twinge of real sadness, that makes up for the lack of technical skill... "Someone holds me safe and warm / Horses prance through a silver storm... Figures dancing gracefully / Across my memo-ry..." ...and now, as you come up to the hallway main level itself, you find the song is coming from one of the suites. As you round the corner of the open door, you see the room set up as Alan had seen it --the room's full-length mirror moved to the corner directly across from the open door, set at an angle so that Dustin can watch the door and outer hallway through it's reflection from the far side of the room...and you can see him and Cassie through the mirror. Cassie is lays on the couch, Dustin sitting in a chair next to her, sings to her, gently. (Auras off.) In one hand, he holds a Palm-pilot like device, face up, in front of Cassie, and on it, like a holographic projection, images play about three inches tall, like the dancing figures of a music box, and these Cassie watches with sleepy wonder. Her eyes are drooping, clearly being lulled to sleep by Dustin's singing and the dancing images...her little arms wrapped securely around her newest friend, a large white teddy bear... Dustin himself has a quiet smile as he sings, one eye on Cassie and the images on his box...the other eye cocked towards the mirror. And his other hand is on the butt of his blaster, muzzle pointed at the door, anticipating the footsteps he hears...until he sees Stalks in the mirror. He noticably relaxes, reholstering the weapon... With the sharp eyes of a Garou, Stalks and Pearl can see clearly the dancing figures that float on Dustin's Palm-like device...they are clips of little home movies...a graceful brown vixen Pooka mashes a cream pie into Dustin's face as Christina holds Dustin's arms behind his back...Dustin breaks loose and grabs a pie himself, chasing after the two, all of them laughing...Dusin in tails and tophat, dancing with a cute skunk Pooka, a graceful waltz...Dustin and Turnberry in some kind of absurd three-legged race... And as Dustin sings to Cassie, one noticies the faint golden glow and sparkle of Glamour surrounding them...of emotion and love, heartfelt and gentle. "Far away...long ago... Glowing dim as an em-ber, / Things my heart / Used to know / Things it yearns to remember...." ...and Cassie's droopy eyes finally close, as she falls asleep....as Stalks and friends come around the door, Dustin nods at Stalks, a sad little smile on his face...and perhaps a tear in one eye... "...and, a song, / Some-one sings... / Once...u-pon a Dece-em-ber....." -Cassie *zzzz* -Dustin And a song, some-one sings.../ Once, u-pon a De-ce-em-ber.....*sigh*