TBAY: Re: PINK FLAMINGOES

[Jen Reese]

Jen pauses for a moment, blinking at the pool of blood surrounding 
her and searching for a whetstone to sharpen the still-warm blade of 
her sword. "Aye, Cap'n, I did as ye wished. Slash and burn; the dead 
were all 'round me and the rest, they were beggin' for mercy, they 
were! Even the mighty fell at the sight of me sword. You won't see 
another day like this one, mind ye!" 

Chuckling evilly to herself at the memory of all the bloodshed, Jen 
turns to find Carolyn staring sharply at the blade, her face a 
delicate shade of ash, her lips pursed firmly in a gray line.

"That is quite enough bloodshed for the moment, thank you." Carolyn 
spat out, her sinister voice barely above a whisper. "Do you realize 
the great figures from the past who barely escaped your blade? 
Elkins, Tabouli....have you no shame? Bah!"

Suddenly Carolyn's voice turns to a roar, loud enough to make 
Potioncat jump and forget her muttering for the moment; loud enough 
for the door at the top of the stairs to creak slightly and two 
beady eyes to poke out; loud enough for Jen to forget her whetstone 
and allow the sword to drop limply at her side.

"HANGINGS!" Carolyn roared with a force that shook the entire 
building and perhaps one or two others on the street. "I WILL NOT 
REPEAT THIS AGAIN..." Carolyn's voice drops a few levels, back to a 
sinister hiss. She thrusts a pointy talon in the direction of 
Jen, "there will be no more bloodshed...and YOU," Carolyn thrusts 
her editing pencil toward the towering stack of paper on Potioncat's 
desk, "My orders were to 'read and inwardly digest', weren't they 
now. And...." *Click*

Carolyn turns suddenly at the sound of a door clicking softly into 
place at the top of the stairs, mounts the first step, then 
evidently thinks better of it. Muttering to herself about poking 
sticks and sleeping dragons, she spins into her office and slams the 
door. The muffled sound of tapping keys is the only thing breaking 
the utter stillness descending in Carolyn's wake.

Potioncat stares at the wall for a moment, grumbling, "READ and 
digest? Who READS and digests, I ask you." Jen carefully measures 
the sharpness of her blade, realization dawning that perhaps the 
Captain's orders were more along the lines of a discriminate hatchet 
job than all-out warfare. She speaks softly to no one in 
particular, "we can fix this right up, we can. By daybreak, the 
bloodshed will be long forgotten...but..." Jen sheaths her sword and 
chuckles in a slightly sinister way, "but if the Captain thinks she 
can ever catch me for a hangin' why she's mistaken. Aye, the 
FEATHERBOAS have tried to lure me in, and FAITH sways me like a 
gentle breeze at times, but none of 'em can ever pin me down, 
no...." Jen walks over to her office door, more of a cramped 
cupboard than an actual room, and disappears inside.