"Actually, I rather like it out here," interrupted a gold-clad archer, ambling to the fore. He had been the other checkers player, and it was the disruption of the game more than the situation, it seemed, that had decided him to take part in the proceedings. "Back in Heroica," he went on, as if to clarify to the blonde, "we had to deal with her sort every day, at least here we're left in peace. Well, most of the time. And it's pretty scary when there's a threadfall or another battle breaks out, of course." He shuddered.
"You're telling me," put in the remaining Super. "I almost flew into that storm earlier, getting my exercise!" That was rather difficult to credit. He was a fat man in green with fins on his head who didn't look like he had ever exercised in his life. He shook his head sadly. "An' after the morning Thread report said it would be clear, too!"
Diana sighed. "Are you people going to tell us why you're impeding us, or just bore us to death with idle chatter?"
Merryman just stammered, sweat pouring down his face.
"Athena," said Diana to the buxom blonde, making a sneer out of the name. "You tell me!"
"Only if you'll lay off Myron!" she cried, sticking her lip out.
The Amazon snorted. "My only interest in him is getting past him! Well?"
"Um, he just wanted to tell you there's a blockage in the sector ahead, your tram might not be able to get through--"
"He could have told Nice that!"
"He did, the driver said he was supposed to take you to the end of the line, and said it was your decision."
"Indeed." Diana thought a moment. "Nature of the blockage?"
Athena shrugged. "Don't know, Perlroth just called it in, he sounded pretty preoccupied."
"Worried about his words, no doubt. Hmm, we go on then. As far as we can."
"Th-th-th-thank you!" stammered Merrymain, plainly glad to be rid of his unwelcome guests.
"Thank you, for the warning," called D.J. sympathetically, over Diana's shoulder. She knew these were Supers, but it had seemed they were trying to be helpful, and Diana's brutal treatment of them grated on her.
The jester looked at her strangely. "A Centerlander," he murmured, unbelievingly. "And a grateful one at that. That's it, we can't get any lower...."
"If you don't get out of the way of the tram you'll find you can," said Diana grimly.
All five Supers quickly backpedalled away from the tracks as the Amazon impatiently thumped on the partition between the car and the driver's compartment to signal Nice onward.
Sat Aug 23 01:58:06 2003