1 Later, Satyr (2/2)
”I don't have a boyfriend!” the guard replied.
”No wonder if that's how you handle a rod.”Nelda took the part from him and returned it to the bin and went through into the plant room.
As Nelda had noticed the first time she entered it, the room was disappointingly devoid of plants.It was the control room for some enormous collection of equipment that seemed to occupy most of the rest of the building, with spaces for people just sort of jammed in wherever they would fit.
Only two of the scientists were present.They never told her their names so she had nicknamed these two Dandruff and Beaker.Dandruff seemed to be very senior and most of the others jumped to serve his every whim.Beaker was young, gangly, and always seemed to be gulping like he was trying to swallow a live goldfish.
”Where is that damn fuse!” Dandruff shouted.
Nelda pulled it out of the tray and Beaker snatched it from her while taking a good look at her cleavage. He then tripped as he turned and dropped the part.Nelda just managed to snatch it back.Beaker hit the floor, the large glass fuse did not.
”Put it on the socket!” Dandruff shouted.Shouting seemed to be the only form of communication he had mastered.
Nelda looked down at Beaker who seemed to have rolled a critical failure while just trying to cross the floor.He wasn't moving. ”Um, I think your guy here is unconscious.Or dead, maybe?”
”Put. It. In. The. SOCKET!” Dandruff positively screamed while pointing at the machine where a single small hatch was open, revealed… well, a socket.
”I bet you say that to all the boys,” Nelda muttered.She put the tray down on a bench and took the fuse over to the machine.
Inspecting both ends of the fuse it seemed like one end was smooth and the other seemed a bit more socket-able with two small prongs poking out.She took a firm hold of the fuse and slid it into the hole.
Dandruff seemed to register, for the first time, that she wasn't Beaker.His look of apoplectic anger raised his profuse white eyebrows enough to reveal his beady brown eyes. ”What the f…”
A flash of golden light emerged from the face of the machine like golden showers from God.[I really hope this doesn't ruin my scrubs].
#
Nelda took a deep breath of suspiciously fresh air.She stumbled slightly on the suddenly soft ground.
In front of her was a view, between verdant trees, of a peaceful river valley.The song of birds, the smell of flowers, and a golden sunset all competed for the attention of Nelda's bemused senses.
”Well, well, well.” said a smooth, deep, masculine voice.
Turning to the left, Nelda was confronted with the sight of a paunchy satyr, top half man – bottom half goat, with a cock the size of a subway sandwich.
”What on Mirth are you supposed to be?” the bearded satyr asked.