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Date Posted: 03:38:27 07/23/01 Mon
Author: Lorelei Amarankh, Shade, Alumit Shamar, and Theodore William Farnsworth III
Subject: **tries to get the ball rolling**

OOC: I did check the colors, but I'm remarkably goofy-headed about these things. So kick me if I accidentally stole anyone's color, yah?

You lift me up like a garage door
I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on

Teddy had been disappearing once a week, and the members of the band Continuum were pretty sure why. Lorelei in particular was feeling this reason, because she'd been the one to ask Teddy for a favor, to go and hook himself up to one of those machines to see what it was all about. And Teddy, being the eager young otter morph he was, had happily agreed. After that one experience, he'd been hooked and gone back again and again.

Normally Lorelei wouldn't have worried as long as Teddy was still able to play the bass. But, well, Teddy was a good kid, you know, clean and straight-laced, that sorta guy. He'd never been into drugs or drinking or anything like that, even though the people he hung out with had been hopped up drugs since age eleven. Peer pressure was something he didn't give in easily to, no matter how young and emptyheaded he seemed. But, well, if a trustworthy friend asked him to jump off a bridge he'd do it, because he trusted that friend and he'd do anything for that friend. Loyal as the day was long, that boy, and he could shoot and fight almost as well as any mercenary.

The problem was, Lorelei was one of those Teddy considered trustworthy. Foul-mouthed druggie she may be, but she wasn't one to put others in danger for her own sake and Teddy knew that. But when she had taken out that contract and had asked Teddy for a favor, she hadn't exactly considered Neuracomp terribly dangerous. It was one of those cult things, as far as she was concerned, and the cults never lasted very long. Though if her contacts put forth any sign that Neuracomp was about to commit mass suicide she'd haul Teddy out of there by the tail, but so far things seemed all right. Not fatal, in any case.

Besides that Teddy kept going to those meetings, and now he kept trying to convert everyone.

I know the Lord is a jealous Lord
He knows the tablet is His competition

"It's not something I can properly tell you in words," Teddy was now saying to a mostly disinterested Sheik, all wide eyes and eagerness. "You have to experience it for yourself."

"Yeah, that's what they said about soma when I first started taking it," Lorelei muttered to herself, ears twitching. She gave that some more thought, then decided to file that away for later development.

And I need for you to be reasonable. . .

Lorelei sighed. She'd have to smack some sense into Teddy one of these days, show him that Neuracomp was not the divine path, it was a cult trying to cheat him out of his money or his life or his soul or something (she wasn't sure what, she was only sure that she was suspicious of organized religion). Until then, she'd have to at least persuade him not to go around trying to convert people, or they'd smack him.

How much? She said for three hundred dollars I'll do it. . .

"A mercenary? Since when did you start paying others money to do your dirty work for you?"

A languorous stretch accompanied by a chuckle. "I suppose you could say that I'm getting soft in my old age. But really, there are so many mercenaries around here that it'd be a shame to let them go to waste."

"Hn. And here I am, relegated to secretary duty and acting as a messenger."

"Of course. I have to be properly dramatic you know, and never deliver my orders in person."

"This is just a game to you, isn't it?"

"Aren't they always?"

Beating me down like a rainstorm
I need to feel it when the storm starts coming on
I know the skin is a jealous skin
It knows the sky is its competition

It was a man's voice and a woman's voice, and the man's voice came from an armchair facing the view. It was all glitter and light from the other mansions and their carefully tended gardens. "It looks like rain."

Silhouetted in the enormous picture window was the woman, standing with her arms crossed and leaning with her back against the glass. She had short hair and pointed fox ears and a brushy tail. "It always looks like rain. There isn't any blue in the sky in this goddamned city. I don't know why we came."

"Well, no one asked you to come," the man's voice said, affecting an injured tone and succeeding in sounding pouty.

"Well, someone has to keep your ass outta trouble."

"Really? I didn't know you cared. And whoever said that I ever had any difficulty keeping myself out of trouble?"

"All right, you got me there. I'm usually the one getting myself into shit."

"Indeed."

And I need for you to be reasonable. . .

"So then, what happens now?"

"The usual."

"Shit goes down, we sit here and watch, and maybe once in a while we intervene. Sounds good."

A smile, sharp and sweet and cold from the shadows of the armchair. "It's called playing god."

How much? She said for three hundred dollars I'll do it

Song lyrics copyright to Soul Coughing. For those curious, the song is called $300 (not surprisingly). I am merely borrowing their lyrics and am making no profit off of this whatsoever.

And Lorelei's not literally being paid 300 creds (or dollars), in case anyone's wondering. That's just the song.

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