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Not sure what to say --

Thus I shall remain silent.*

My navel wanted to say something, but couldn't find anyway to put it into words. End of report.

*Actually, I'm just too lazy to be creative right now.**

**That, of course, was not true earlier, as I was able to create another 20 to 30 pages of the Book Two original draft..***

***Again, just for my fans, I'll share an excerpt from today's output in the extended entry.****

****Of course, as before, this is rough and unedited.

Except for Stinky, the only other recruits to be found among the quarry denizens was a trio of defectively-designed genetically engineered kangaroos named Howard, Howard, and Fine. No one felt the trio would be of much assistance, as they seemed to be totally inept at any attempted activity and really did little else but physically abuse each other. Still, their hearts seemed to be in the right place, so Alura welcomed them to the team.

That night Eff/13 reported that the site seemed perfect for their needs and was secure. He thereafter received instructions that the quarry team was to remain in place: the army was ready and would be moving their way at tomorrow's first light. RJ, again, agreed to guard duty, so the rest were able to get to know each other a bit better.

It turned out that Stinky, despite his miniature stature was an extremely talented chef. He prepared a mouth-watering dish for every person present, including Pitilion. A pleasant dining experience was being had by all, save Eff/13, who pushed away a succulent soy steak saying he wasn't hungry, thereby quickly excusing himself, that is until the kangaroo trio began a food fight. Strangely, however, once the cream pies began to fly, everyone finally seemed to really enjoy themselves - just a tiny bit. A bit of silliness proved to be of enormous benefit to the general morale of all members of their camp. Alura was pleased that the roos had already been of actual service to the cause.

Stinky, despite his best efforts to loosen up, found himself still experiencing problems being in close proximity to Pitilion, and they had all caught a whiff of eau d' skunk hanging on the air. Pitilion offered to take a long walk.

After discussion with RJ, Alura decided that his doing so would not be a problem. Like her new friend, Stinky, she, too, was still experiencing problems associated with the Leonid. She had been watching him today, as he'd checked the growth on his left paw claws. The look on his face told her he still had some fight in him. In a few days, his broken claws would have fully regrown and Alura wondered how that would affect his allegiance.

After awhile, the fire burned low and she ceased worrying about "what might be's." While a steady chorus of hilarious "Nyuk, nyuk's," echoed off the quarry walls, Alura found herself drifting toward sleep. Good night, RJ, she voiced in her mind. "Good night, Hor/10," she said to the night sky.

Posted by Tiger at May 17, 2005 12:25 AM