Dream: Tower Beds and the Not-Ostrich
The corridor terminated in a round chamber, its high ceiling hidden by a greenish gloom. Shallow channels cut into the stone floor formed a concentric pattern, oddly subdividing the marble mosaic. I stared up and looked for doors to an upper level. xcorvis circled to the right while discoflamingo stood experimentally in one of the channels.
The king-sized bed crowned a tower of dressers and electrical transformers. It was a short climb, maybe twice as high as a bunk bed, but somehow tall enough to be private. You couldn't see it from the ground, no matter where you stood. The mattress folded back on itself, and a pile of clean laundry weighted down the far end. One of usme at firstlived up there. I'd met a girl two classes behind me. I kept trying to get her to drop by, but timing didn't work out.
I couldn't see any doors, but there was definitely something up there. An excess of buttresses braced the walls in the upper reaches, decoratively arranged in a way that reminded me of the tall chambers in Metroid. A stone platform hung in the center of the room just at the edge of the gloom. Something flickered.
A shiny black monster crashed to the ground between us, its long body curved to fit inside the cramped room. I can't recall its shape, but it was something odd, like a fiendish dire ostrich. We maneuvered carefully, hoping for a better position before it attacked.
We were halfway there when Ken charged. Its glossy black beak snapped adroitly, but the battle turned against the swarthy beast. Trapped in close quarters with an unknown threat, we fought our hardest and slew the creature before sustaining any serious injuries.
The girl hopped down from the tower of discoflamingo's furniture, and he followed shortly after. She had to leave so she could finish a school project, but she glowed palpably when she promised to come back later that night. I chatted with discoflamingo and xcorvis about all this for a while, hashed over our tactics against the not-ostrich in the post-game lull. Then someone pointed out discoflamingo's friend wouldn't be able to park in the garage. She drove a van, and if she couldn't park it inside, she wouldn't be able to visit. discoflamingo geared up for some stern indignation as we walked down to the garage. I knew it was mostly my stuff in the way--six feet of duct work and a 90 degree elbow--but it wouldn't take long to move.
It was a bigger space than I remembered, and it turned out richandfamous had a lot of suit cases and Rubbermaid bins stacked down there, along with a couple cardboard boxes I can only presume overflowed with video tapes. discoflamingo spoke his name aloud, and richandfamous jumped down from somewhere in the room. We should have seen him earlier, but he wasn't on the floor, and I guess that made him harder to spot. I got the impression he'd wedged himself into a corner near the ceiling with his martial arts mojo, and had been calmly reading a magazine until discoflamingo called him. He promptly cleared his belongings to one side of the garage while we watched in stunned approval.
The king-sized bed crowned a tower of dressers and electrical transformers. It was a short climb, maybe twice as high as a bunk bed, but somehow tall enough to be private. You couldn't see it from the ground, no matter where you stood. The mattress folded back on itself, and a pile of clean laundry weighted down the far end. One of usme at firstlived up there. I'd met a girl two classes behind me. I kept trying to get her to drop by, but timing didn't work out.
I couldn't see any doors, but there was definitely something up there. An excess of buttresses braced the walls in the upper reaches, decoratively arranged in a way that reminded me of the tall chambers in Metroid. A stone platform hung in the center of the room just at the edge of the gloom. Something flickered.
A shiny black monster crashed to the ground between us, its long body curved to fit inside the cramped room. I can't recall its shape, but it was something odd, like a fiendish dire ostrich. We maneuvered carefully, hoping for a better position before it attacked.
We were halfway there when Ken charged. Its glossy black beak snapped adroitly, but the battle turned against the swarthy beast. Trapped in close quarters with an unknown threat, we fought our hardest and slew the creature before sustaining any serious injuries.
The girl hopped down from the tower of discoflamingo's furniture, and he followed shortly after. She had to leave so she could finish a school project, but she glowed palpably when she promised to come back later that night. I chatted with discoflamingo and xcorvis about all this for a while, hashed over our tactics against the not-ostrich in the post-game lull. Then someone pointed out discoflamingo's friend wouldn't be able to park in the garage. She drove a van, and if she couldn't park it inside, she wouldn't be able to visit. discoflamingo geared up for some stern indignation as we walked down to the garage. I knew it was mostly my stuff in the way--six feet of duct work and a 90 degree elbow--but it wouldn't take long to move.
It was a bigger space than I remembered, and it turned out richandfamous had a lot of suit cases and Rubbermaid bins stacked down there, along with a couple cardboard boxes I can only presume overflowed with video tapes. discoflamingo spoke his name aloud, and richandfamous jumped down from somewhere in the room. We should have seen him earlier, but he wasn't on the floor, and I guess that made him harder to spot. I got the impression he'd wedged himself into a corner near the ceiling with his martial arts mojo, and had been calmly reading a magazine until discoflamingo called him. He promptly cleared his belongings to one side of the garage while we watched in stunned approval.