You Will Be Reassimilated
By Lana G. Soward, Unaffiliated
Day/time:  Tuesday, August 6th, 12:04am
Location:  Diane's room at the hospital

Hallucinatory Time : 9pm

The Natpack had been worried about Maureen.  First she'd demanded
chocolate before she'd lead them on the shopping expedition and now she
was offering to perform a service for chocolate. 

"That was a very *merc-y* thing to say," said Sharon, focusing on the blob
with bright red hair sitting near her. 

"It was," agreed Jill.  "I think that time with the Mercs was too much for
her." 

Maureen started to back away from the table, but it was too late.  She was
surrounded by Natpackers who started chanting together, "That can't be
allowed.  You are Natpack. Backsliding is not allowed." 

Diane watched as the group began to bounced in unison, taking Maureen with
them.  Slowly, the red haired happily challenged one had disappeared
amongst the sea of bouncing Natpackers. 

As if a signal had gone out throughout the room, all the Natpackers
present gravitated toward the bouncing bunch and joined them. 

"What's going on?"  asked Lana, as she came up beside Diane, her magic pad
in her hand.  "I don't remember writing this." 

"I think they're reassimilating Maureen the Maaa.. Happily Challenged
(pc),"  whispered Diane, totally in awe at this event.  "She was
displaying too many Merc tendencies." 

Lana stared in fascination.  "It's amazing." 

"It's frightening," said Dianne, coming to stand beside the others.  "Two
mercs, we've lost this way." 

The NP began to slowly stop bouncing, then dispersed, leaving Maureen and
Sharon standing where they had before. 

"I don't know what I was thinking," said Maureen.  "How could I have been
so selfish?" 

"Don't angst about it, Mo'" said Jill.  "Remember, you are a Natpacker,
not a knightie." 

Maureen turned her head toward to three bystanders who'd been watching. 
"Did you want something?" she asked, still bouncing slightly. 

Diane, Dianne and Lana quickly fled in three separate directions.