41 Home-Coming-Going? (1/2)
It was a space about the size of a phone booth, and they were currently approaching the Guinness world record for occupancy.
”I'll get out,” Manny said—monosyllabically as if explaining the plan to a pre-school class. ”I'll get Smith-whatsit. I'll call. We'll all go.”
Tyrone coughed, gulped, and added: ”Only Prof is in there right now. I'll pull the lever, and the six of us go through…”
”But why not Nelda,” Phyllis broke through. ”It's her world.” Phyllis's elbow hit Nelda right in the boob that the errant underwire had already stabbed a hundred times.
”Ugh.”
Tyrone answered, ”It's probable Brenda Watson's world. But would you want her as your god?”
Those that knew her shuddered.
Phyllis persisted. ”Nelda is our pioneer. We will need her.”
Smith decided who can go,” Nelda insisted, ”It is his world. And I have to stay behind to destroy the machine. We don't even know if this created, back-dated world can suffice. You all go at your own risk. But one thing is for sure, Not one from this else is fucking with Mirth or its people anymore.” Her profound, savage conviction filled her voice; It came from a depth in her heart she barely knew existed before.
[These are my people now. They deserve their lives; however, they came by them. And anyone who wants to harm them, to touch them, will have to deal with me.]
”Tyrone, you have to go through if you can,” Nelda urged. ”I don't know if a world created in a moment, with a memory of thousands of years can endure. But if anyone can work that out, it is you.”
Tyrone looked like a hedgehog caught in the headlines of a road train. ”Arckkh,” he said.
”Cometh the hour,” Nelda urged.
”But it is not a technological world!” Tyrone said. ”Even if I found a problem, there would be no way to create a solution.”
[Funny how everyone seems to be on board with the 'Mirth is real' message after a night to think on it. Probably more because they each have a reason to want it to, rather than any sort of logic.]
”But there is some technology, metalworking and in this world, there is alchemy,” she said. ”The possibilities may be limitless.]
”Alchemy!” Tyrone's eyes lit up. ”How does it…”
Nelda raised her hand. ”You would have to ask Smith about that, and I don't think he has a very high opinion if alchemy because it is poorly understood and the results can be unpredictable.”
”Oh my god. Alchemy. I am definitely going.”
Phyllis growled, ”Manny is your hand on my ass?”
”To be fair,” Jen commented. There really isn't anywhere else to put it.”
”Yeah.” Reg giggle. ”It's more like your ass is on his hand.”
”And…” Manny began.
”Aw-right. That's enough,” Phyllis said. ”We get out, and we get Smith. We go to the Porter room, and we barricade ourselves in. Go, go, go.”
”But what about the…” Nelda started to say.
Team Idiot burst out of the closet and stampeded down the hallway.