Goddess Goddess Goddess Goddess Goddess!, thought Gypsie while he flew at top speed to the coordinates he recieved from the ISS Leonardo. A reporter should never be late! Same thing happens to me every time! And it is probably the most important TAZ meeting since I joined The Church! Goddess forgive...
The flying editorial office of the wannabe No Buns / No Cabbages Reports, known as The.Original.Snub swifted through the space like gamma rays and defied all of physics laws just to get to where the news, and friends, where.
Finally, Gypsie and his crew made it to the rally point, he knew when he saw Xavier's ship from far away. Seemed everyone was already there.
Hurry, prepare the pod to dock the ISS Leonardo! Yelled Gypsie at young Discordian reporters who where there working for free, just to learn the way of the Kallisti Journalism. They stared at him somewhat confused. Now! he yelled again He was a mess.
They prepared everything quickly and in no time the pod was landing on the ISS Leonardo. Gypsie came down when the ship anchored the dockyard and ran quickly through welcoming crew members, saying Ye ye! I am happy too, now move away!..., or Scoop coming! Clear path!.
After a bit of 'I am lost o goddess this ship is big oh no I am late oh no!', he found the conference room, and entered it all sweaty, red, and exhausted, holding a computer tight under one of his arms, and a wrapped bottle on the other.
Kallisti lads! Sorry for being late! So who is the new Acolyte? And as everyone turned towards Leo, he approached him. Here, welcome pal! He handed the present to the Host and grabbed a chair, where he sat strepitously.
"Kallisti! Nice to meet you. The security called me already because someone was rushing... they taught... well nice to see you. And thanks the present Gypsie, you're very kind. So you already taken seat. Enjoy this so called festivity. And of course, the general question, do you need an apartment? If so, we have a prepared one, you can take that."
Leo watches the other. "Well that is unity" thinks and arranges a few things on his personal computer.
~Declare yourself what you wish, do what you like and tell us about it. Or, if you prefer, don’t.~
Mal followed a young steward to his assigned quarters, anxious to freshen up before the promised feast. Leonardo apparently had spared no expense on the preparations.
The steward stopped at a closed doorway, and actually bowed. He wasn't used to this sort of thing, having tried to cultivate a more "relaxed" atmosphere at the Temple, and of course, the "no holds barred" Kiva.
So he bowed to the young fellow in return, throwing him a Discordian curve ball which produced both a wide-eyed stare and a wide grin as he loped back down the passageway to attend to the other guests.
As he turned again to the open doorway, he noticed that he had been assigned stateroom number 23. Yes, Eris was indeed here, and would indeed protect this vessel from harm.
He doffed his Ceremonial Robes, revealing his infamous loud tropical "shirt of the day", and baggy cargo shorts. He paused, remembering vividly the lovely Ms. Coyle's gown. He tapped his temple to access a channel to the E-Prime.
"Sigismundo! See if you can find my old mauve frock coat, please. Pink shirt, cravat. Oh, and some bloody trousers!
"Yes, tan will be fine, and my Holstein spats. 10 minutes? Cheers!"
He tapped off again, doffed the rest of his clothing, and strode, whistling an old sea shanty, towards the 'fresher.
Leo return to his quarter and takes a bath. After choosing the ideal clothes he leaves his cabin and goes to deck 2 where the restaurant stand ready. Enters the complex and also he was shocked by the decorations and style, how the personnel arranged things... Also check the kitchen, and makes sure that the food is top quality. Since everything is in order Leo goes to his place and sits down. Gently waits 'till the others arrive.
~Declare yourself what you wish, do what you like and tell us about it. Or, if you prefer, don’t.~
His "formal" attire arrived on schedule, as promised. Turning to the mirror, he noticed the his poor coat looked rather threadbare. Ah well.. nothing for it now..
Next to the door was a small console , the display showing the simple text word "Jeeves". how quaint! Seeing no keypad he leaned close to the screen and spoke.
Immediately the display changed to a 3-dimensional diagram of the huge ship, with a tiny green line flashing. He tapped on the line, and the view zoomed in with each tap, until he was satisfied he could find his way; but just as he was about to open the door, there was a soft knock. He opened it to find the same young steward, bowing and motioning down the passageway.
"Well, you certainly can't complain about the service!" he mused, as he followed the young man. Two lifts, and two passageways later, they entered the Dining Hall. Mal's eyes twinkled as he looked at the decor, and then down at his attire.
"Holy Mother of Chaos, I'm even color-coordinated!" he mused as he stepped forward to shake Leo's hand and take the offerred seat to the Captain's right.
"Good to see you around Mal, take this seat. You need to wait for the food, since only two of us are here. But until others arrive we can have taste some of the finest wines.
I also wanted to ask, why are some many people out there who don't respect us? I don't like when somebody is jealous of Zoners. Ah well, sometimes it feels good but as I've seen at the Summit thing were not going so good. People are afraid of us? What could we do to them? Of course we have the power to hit them hard if it would necessary, but I mean politically. Our job is not to put the houses and other factions, industries away but to help them to find the balance between chaos and order.
Oh, I wanted to thank the blessings, so the Leonardo is officially the member of our sacred 'organization'. I'm glad that I could find you guys, and Eris. My loss, Courtney, made me sad, but I see the hope and the light... Thank you again bringing me here and accepting me.
Anyway, lets taste those wines while we are waiting..."
~Declare yourself what you wish, do what you like and tell us about it. Or, if you prefer, don’t.~
Back in his dorm, Gypsie couldn't sleep. He wasn't good at powernapping, so he actually spent some time writing things down on a sketchbook. After a while, someone called from the other side of the door.
He quickly turned on the ventilation systems and hide his Kallisto Gold stash under the pillow. Then he moved towards the door and asked:
What does a snowman say to another snowman?
A seductive female voice answered from the other side:
Mr. Skripto, it certainly doesn't smell like carrots around...
He opened the door, completely amused by the response, while he straightened his shirt and fixed his throat with a quick cof. The woman standing on the other side of his door was completely and stupidly gorgeous. He changed his face to show intrigue and said:
Kallisti! La mas hermosa! Who is this angel that Eris sent to my door?
My name is Penelope Mr. Skripto, I have orders to help you to the dining room said she.
Well well! Aren't I lucky!? he answered as he offered his arm to his incredible hostess. As they walked throught the installations his smile couldn't do nothing but get bigger. And what a smile did he have!
When they entered the dining room, Malaclypse and Leo where already there.
Kallisti! said Gyp, pointing secretly to the lady that was hung to his arm, for them both to see. How are you two doing lads? Mind if Penelope here joins us? I have become quite fond of her already.
Malaclypse rose and bowed slightly to the young woman, giving a discreet wink to Gypsie as he kissed Penelope's hand.
"Please, Ms. Penelope, do join us. I do not know if you have been accepted into the Bosom of Eris, but I rather suspect that our young journalist here has something along those lines in mind.."
Scripto reddened slightly as the three took seats, but quickly resumed his aplomb. Mal filled their wine glassed, and turned to Leo.
"And therein, sir, may lie the answer to your question. Perhaps we TAZ in particular are distrusted, maligned, and even given covetous glances.. even by some other Zoners; but not because we are a threat, or unwilling to 'play nice'..
"I believe that we are 'pariahs' simply because we are seen as having too much bloody fun!!"
The little oompa-loompa said: Envy is the Son of Discordia! Hail Eris!
Gyp said these words while he turned to a very relaxed stance in one of the chairs, and lifting his drink, he nodded towards Mal. Then he slipped something off his shirt's sleeve, which ended being nothing else than another goldie K, and he lit it slowly, exhaling apples made of smoke.
Well, if we'll be on our own the food must be served anyway, we cannot wait 'till eternity. I hope they'll get their <strike>asses</strike> move around, so we could start eating... It's elemental for us to eat, and so, I also like to do it."
Leo turns to the servants: "A few more bottles of wines please and turn on the other AC-s too cause we have a smoker here..."
He is getting a little nervous, but he calms himself down after a few seconds...
~Declare yourself what you wish, do what you like and tell us about it. Or, if you prefer, don’t.~