Re: WCS: On the bus

["Nicole Lenard" <Nicole@prometheustech.com>]

[OOC: Apologies for taking forever to reply, I've been on a contract at work and haven't been able to respond to email for the last 2 and a half weeks...I should be back to much more timely responses now.] 

[Shame]
>"Insanity's good--it can't be large quantities of drugs, or we wouldn't
>both be feeling it.  But what the hell *is* it?"  He looks disturbed as
>he finishes scanning the floor for the ring.

Carrie looks at Shame with a familiar expression of surprise. "You felt that 
too? Huh. I wish I knew what it was. I suppose we could ask the others 
when they get back, not that I'm expecting an answer that makes any 
sense." She shrugs and begins rummaging through her backpack, pulling 
out her sketchbook and pencils. She looks up suddenly. "Um, they *are* 
coming back....right?"

>(ooc:  A couple of miscellaneus small items left on the bus and not
>fastened down attempt to relocate themselves to different parts of the
>bus.)

Carrie finds a seat where the light from a nearby street light is shining through
the windows, placing her pencils on the seat next to her. She turns to an 
empty page, and picks them up again, searching for the right color. She 
frowns, and looks through them again. "I just had it in my hand! Where'd it 
go?" she mutters. She checks her pockets, and scans the floor, then packs
her stuff again in resignation. "When your supplies start turning against you, 
it's probably a sign that you should take a break." She comments, sighing.

>  Instinct, and a whisper from his avatar tells him that this is as good a 
>place to start looking as any. Quietly Jeremiah Saint Clay crosses the 
>street towards the bus and he raps on the side door glass.

Carrie jumps and yelps at the sound. She flushes and opens the door, looking relieved. "Thank God. I was hoping you'd get back quick...oh." Her expression turns to worry as the takes in the stranger outside. "Uh...can I help you?" she says nervously.



"I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small 
child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and
then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with." 
     --Plato