Nasci winces open his eyes to the glitter and blur of the streets, wavering around him like a projector swinging loose on its hinges. Wind gusts and batters him, howling along his ears, scruffing his buzzcut hair. His gut wrenches with the motion.
He is tumbling down.
And he imagines, this must be one of these pipe dreams: you're falling from the heavens, through the clouds, and you're seeing the World coming up at you, to crush you beneath all its titanic mass. A friend had gave him a joint, and he puffed its fumes and saw party party boom boom whomp whomp snake snake snake.
After, on blue moon nights, he would have recurring dreams of flying when he wasn't otherwise blankly sleeping. Goodly dreams they were, second only to the naughty ones.
The River Thames is glowing bright this instant — how about giving it a wave? He reaches his bloody hand out, and he sees the blood, and he sees his paper-wrapped knees; the bandages are peeling away.
Nasci has been tossed out like a rock. His face would flash-boil eggs, as he rapidly appraches the river like a meteor, clenching his fists.
He realizes something: he should have shot Malcolm the first thing in the head, or wherever his bleeding heart lies. This especially explains why he — who ought to be tackling less insane missions or sipping Organtian tea at home — is, in point of fact, hurtling down midair approaching a hundred miles an hour. He must have his revenge right now! He still has his sidearm, maybe he can shoot—
The retrieval helicopter crashes, utterly decimating the Elizabeth(2) Arcology — the winding, apartment-like growth housing 12,500 souls in an eight-block neighbourhood. Flaming debris shoot out like fireworks from the point of impact, and thousands of broken-off splinters rain down like hail upon the poor people who happened to be at the wrong place in the right time.
It is what Nasci sees as he just notices the tug cord for the parachute on his back, and slams into the Thames River facefirst.
"Milo..!" Yomiko finds herself nearly smothering the small Milo to death in her bear hug. She thinks he is a soft teddy bear, and she doesn't realize how uncomfortable he's feeling in her embrace until she feels his bony ribcage struggling to breathe. Aah, that's enough!
The coat's sleeves flop around, appearing oversized and without hands on her arms.
Allowing Milo to recover himself, Miss Readman begins to smile cheekily. "I was so worried when I couldn't find you around; I'd thought you'd wandered away..! Ah, but you're here, I'm here now. That airlift's supposed to take me home here— oh never mind that now. You and the others've taken all this trouble to follow me — I imagine there's a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. This is the British Library, Milo, where I work. Admittingly, it might not look like much at first, but.."
She leans in to whisper his feline ears, almost close enough for her lips to tickle them. "The true heart of it lies deep underground, where most of my colleagues are. I'm very glad you're with me now, because I think there's a little something that Research has cooked up, to get you back home to— Cerezlia, is that it?"
Yomiko glances away, almost regretfully — even though she has only known him for one night, she feels as if she will miss the brief excitement she had enjoyed with him.
She looks at the Library entrance, where the two strange men still wait standing. "Do you know these fellows too? They say they've also lost their way cosmically; one of them thinks Venice still exists, and the other one.. I'm not sure yet about him. Are they your friends, by any chance?"
In some far distance, there comes a deep pop.
: Ja, now I'm done finalizing my post. Sorry if I kept you waiting! To KSPAM— London's in the middle of the country, and as such no oceans lie nearby; what I think Malcolm has landed in is the River Thames, the river running through the centre of the city. It seems that in his rough escaping of the helicopter, he made it crash violently into a place full of people.◊
Malcolm's in some bad trouble.
— hope you'll be feeling better soon!)
edited 14th Jan '11 7:56:44 PM by QQQQQ