09-05-2018, 09:58 PM
From where Tibbs stood with his bundle of proximity sensors jingling in the bag on his shoulder, the aroma
of cooking reminded him that he and Mucklebones hadn't eaten since the day before.
Technically, the pair hadn't eaten for centuries of course, but as he jammed another of the stick-like appliances
into the long grass of the meadow, he smiled at the thought of how his friends would contemplate the fact.
The shadows of the trees that lined the edge of the field told him evening wasn't far away and the campfire would
be welcoming against the darkness of this out-of-the-way planet.
"Kinda nice here, ain't it?" the poncho-wearing Witch said to nobody in particular and twisting the well-fashioned
spit, the three fishes rolled to accept their browning. Ninurta finished counting the ammunition he'd acquired and
checked that the explosives were nowhere near the crackling flames.
"Yeah" he answered without enthusiasm and moved the rifle to a better position for access.
Boy In A Dress watched his friend's diligence regarding the weapons and attempted to copy him by straightening
the bundle of kindling he'd gathered from the nearby wood. With all the sticks pointing towards the campfire, BIAD
straightened himself up, tugged his dress hem lower and waited for the tales to be told.
"Does anyone recall the days when fishing involved a rod and a hook...?" Tibbs said sarcastically on his return,
"...I'm sure I read about it somewhere" he added and removing his old bag, he sat down next to the one he called
his wife.
Ninurta sighed deeply and said nothing. Explaining that he'd efficiently obtained their early supper without the waiting
wouldn't change Tibbs' general attitude towards him and anyway, Ninurta had never been one for appreciating anyone's
judgement.
For a minute or so, the sounds of the mile-long strip of forest drifted on the last of the dwindling daylight and the small
secluded meadow seemed a world away from the explosions and gunfire of an hour ago. The Tetula system was and
still is the asshole of the universe, it's only saving-grace was there were other universes that held the same title and a
lesser-known fact was that Tibbs had visited most of them.
"After 'Ah've eaten my meal, 'Ah'll be expectin' a reason for yer' bein' here" the stone-faced Vandalian stated in an
ominous tone and this halted the little man in the brown monk's robe reaching for his plate.
After glancing around at the only three people he really trusted, Tibbs rose and went to his ship and clambered in.
As the fish left their perch and now idled on the plates provided by the great Manager of Time and his spouse, Tibbs
returned with an armful of clothing. Following close behind, came another Tibbs carrying a gun-belt the way someone
would carry a dead skunk.
Finally, a third identical Vithian with grey-white beard approached the fire and this time, he had a long long wooden
box hoisted on his shoulder. "I'll take it you remember your apparel from yester-year...?" Tibbs said with his attempt
to counter Ninurta's strong demand. "...And that terrible item" he added and nodded towards the holstered pistol.
Dressing himself without concern for his nakedness, the impassive raggedy-man changed into the Gunslinger at the
same time the multi-Tibbs became one again. As the night sky came a-calling, Ninurta scanned the approaching
darkness and silently enjoyed the familiar feel of his sun-faded wide-brimmed stetson on his head again.
"There's still the answer of why we need you" Tibbs softly said towards everyone sat at the flame-lit pow-pow and
picking up his plate, he began to eat.
of cooking reminded him that he and Mucklebones hadn't eaten since the day before.
Technically, the pair hadn't eaten for centuries of course, but as he jammed another of the stick-like appliances
into the long grass of the meadow, he smiled at the thought of how his friends would contemplate the fact.
The shadows of the trees that lined the edge of the field told him evening wasn't far away and the campfire would
be welcoming against the darkness of this out-of-the-way planet.
"Kinda nice here, ain't it?" the poncho-wearing Witch said to nobody in particular and twisting the well-fashioned
spit, the three fishes rolled to accept their browning. Ninurta finished counting the ammunition he'd acquired and
checked that the explosives were nowhere near the crackling flames.
"Yeah" he answered without enthusiasm and moved the rifle to a better position for access.
Boy In A Dress watched his friend's diligence regarding the weapons and attempted to copy him by straightening
the bundle of kindling he'd gathered from the nearby wood. With all the sticks pointing towards the campfire, BIAD
straightened himself up, tugged his dress hem lower and waited for the tales to be told.
"Does anyone recall the days when fishing involved a rod and a hook...?" Tibbs said sarcastically on his return,
"...I'm sure I read about it somewhere" he added and removing his old bag, he sat down next to the one he called
his wife.
Ninurta sighed deeply and said nothing. Explaining that he'd efficiently obtained their early supper without the waiting
wouldn't change Tibbs' general attitude towards him and anyway, Ninurta had never been one for appreciating anyone's
judgement.
For a minute or so, the sounds of the mile-long strip of forest drifted on the last of the dwindling daylight and the small
secluded meadow seemed a world away from the explosions and gunfire of an hour ago. The Tetula system was and
still is the asshole of the universe, it's only saving-grace was there were other universes that held the same title and a
lesser-known fact was that Tibbs had visited most of them.
"After 'Ah've eaten my meal, 'Ah'll be expectin' a reason for yer' bein' here" the stone-faced Vandalian stated in an
ominous tone and this halted the little man in the brown monk's robe reaching for his plate.
After glancing around at the only three people he really trusted, Tibbs rose and went to his ship and clambered in.
As the fish left their perch and now idled on the plates provided by the great Manager of Time and his spouse, Tibbs
returned with an armful of clothing. Following close behind, came another Tibbs carrying a gun-belt the way someone
would carry a dead skunk.
Finally, a third identical Vithian with grey-white beard approached the fire and this time, he had a long long wooden
box hoisted on his shoulder. "I'll take it you remember your apparel from yester-year...?" Tibbs said with his attempt
to counter Ninurta's strong demand. "...And that terrible item" he added and nodded towards the holstered pistol.
Dressing himself without concern for his nakedness, the impassive raggedy-man changed into the Gunslinger at the
same time the multi-Tibbs became one again. As the night sky came a-calling, Ninurta scanned the approaching
darkness and silently enjoyed the familiar feel of his sun-faded wide-brimmed stetson on his head again.
"There's still the answer of why we need you" Tibbs softly said towards everyone sat at the flame-lit pow-pow and
picking up his plate, he began to eat.
Edith Head Gives Good Wardrobe.