From dannimal@engin.umich.edu Fri Mar 25 16:29:20 1994 Date: Fri, 25 Mar 1994 14:24:59 -0500 (EST) From: dann Fuller To: shadows@umich.edu Subject: Ulysses ABS(2-10) <> Awakened this morning by a horribly chemical stench. I move out into the hallway, to avoid suffocation. Gerard and Archimedes are there. It seems that my beloved cousin has made a mixing error. Ammonia and Bleach. In your ROOM, Archi? What are you thinking? Gerard trumps Random, and asks him to clear the air, and Archi remarks on the brightness of the notion. I mention that it doesn't surprise me that he missed it. I eat carpet. I go to take a shower, after probably the least satisfying night of rest I have had in a long time. A brief walk, and then dinner. Afterwards, I follow Sandr, to keep an eye on the poor boy, and to see how Jubal's mother is doing. We arrive in the infirmary, and Laughter is there. Sandr is tacit. Laughter goes down the hall to investigate 'booms', and Sandr opens up the a floodgate. There's an information leak, don't tell anyone, He's being used, and be quiet. He clams up when Laughter comes back. I quietly whisper to Sandr that he should talk to Laughter. He stands up, and closes his eyes. There is Logrus in the castle, he says, and vanishes. Jubal and Cameron arrive. I inform them of the Logrus thing. Laughter trumps mom, and no help. I get an ill feeling as a demon arrives. I grab trump defense, and after a minute, I drop it to gauge the situation. The demon is grappling with Jubal, who is different. I trump Gerard, to inform him, and he comes through. Laughter casts spells as Jubal and the demon wrestle. The demon vanishes with Jubal's mom. I trump Random, who says to Trump Bleys. I do, and pull him through. Then I trump Fiona, and pull her through. Then we all join hands and Fiona floats us to the demon. I grab Sandr's arm, 'cuz I don't want the boy left alone. We arrive, and the Demon is playing hostage. After a tense while, Jubal beans the demon with the flute, and Archi attacks it as the Demon falls forward onto Jubal and his mom. The demon tears into Archi, and I run to Trump Jubal and Mother away. We go to the infirmary. The rest of the group returns not much later, and Sandr tells me that he has lost my trump. Fiona departs to clean up the primal chaos. Fun. Bleys calls the new generation unreliable, and I take offense. Jubal leaves. Sandr goes through the wonderful process of casting the Trump. A lot. Then he goes to bed. I watch him fall asleep, as I sit in his chair. Later, I finally zonk out. We get up in the morning, and go to breakfast. After, Sandr and I go to the infirmary to check on Archi, and Gerard is there, but Archi is not. I suggest the Gerard might want to Trump Archi to find out where he is. He does. Sandr is wacko. He seems to believe that being happy is a precursor to a really unhappy day. Fooey. He heads down to the pattern room, and talks nonsense about bringing up the pattern and going to see Brand. It's been an interesting day, I have found that I my not be as powerless as I thought. I managed to keep everyone in communication today, and brought Jubal and his Mom back from the fight. Glad to know that I have a future. It's Sandr that I worry about, though. He had those nightmares again. One of these nights, I'm going to wake him up, and make him tell me what's going on. But not yet. I'll give him a chance to tell me on his own. This depression thing he is telling me about, though, is out in left field. I'm happy, why haven't I been down? He keeps talking about Brand, like he's still alive. I think that he needs help, but I can't give it, and don't know who to go to. The elders all are to self-absorbed, and indifferent. Maybe Random. Maybe he'll feel a responsibility to the family, seeing as he's the fucking King and all. Fiona probably could help, but She doesn't like Sandr, and even if she did, she would probably give some pseudo-witty quip, and bail. What about Mom? She hasn't really voiced any opinions about Sandr yet. Maybe I can get some help from her. Bleys? Maybe if I get him drunk, I can talk him into helping. We get along well. Maybe I can walk the pattern to someone who can help him? Laughter. Another story. Poor girl, got Fiona as a mother. Rough. Pretty hot though. Wouldn't mind some sack time with her. But she doesn't seem too into the family thing. Keep the thought tucked away though. See how she handles Sandr's crush. She spends so much time with that sword, why? Talking sword indeed. What could be so threatening that she needs to spend that much time fighting? Maybe I should talk to her, too. Jubal. Long story. No narrator, though. Talking to him isn't going to help. I know as much as he does. He seemed real shaken about the fight today, though. Doesn't surprise me. If my mom was grabbed, I'd flip. Christ I'd flip if any of my family was grabbed like that. I almost blew it today, and I don't even know Jubal's mom. But he cared, and he's family, so I care. I wanted to look that Choas fuckeer in the eye and turn his brain to jelly. Not that I could have, mind you, but that's what I wanted to do. Someday. Teamwork. I'm encouraged. We, for the most part, worked TOGETHER. For the first time in a while, nobody yelled at anybody else, nobody hurt each other. I'm glad. Does that mean we're putting this Elder generation hate your brother, hate your sister mentality away? God, I hope so. Such a stupid way to look at family. We share the same blood, for crying out loud, why do we have to act like such shit?