PARTY Re: Just keeping us going

[potioncat]

Potioncat strolls along the very silent boardwalk at Theory-Bay. Out of 
a feeling of nostalgia, she wanders up to her old place of employment. 
She tries to peer through the windows but the grime is too thick. She 
rattles the door knob and to her surprise, the door opens.

The room is covered in cobwebs and dust. Incomplete projects lay as 
left on desks. "Oh," she thinks, "It's just like Pompey." But the more 
she looks around the less somber it appears. There's a dead spider with 
a long name that Potioncat once looked up on google--and regretted---
it's wearing a party hat. "We did have some fun!" Potioncat smiles.

We had people in Africa and people on ships. How are they I wonder?

She steps into Miss's office. The same piles of papers and codes are 
scattered over the room, covered in a thick layer of dust. Potioncat 
sees something has been written in the dust on the desk,
>
> Quick post in case Yahoo shuts the site through lack of traffic..
> 
> ..ooh dear, what to do with 60000+ nicely sorted posts, 99% of which 
> proved to be wild speculation.
> 
> Mad or wot.
> 
> Cx

Potioncat shakes her head and mumbles, "60000 posts, 99% wild 
speculation and the other 1% LOLLIPOPS."

Well, we have to do something to keep this dump--erm--histerical 
location from being closed down. What we need is a party! A come as you 
are/what are you doing/What have you been reading/do you still post/ 
have another drink party. A reunion---without prom memories to mess it 
up.

She picks up the black phone and waits for the automatic dial to start. 
Silence. Wondering if the former catalogers will need to be contacted 
individually, she studies the circle, surrounded by numbers and tries 
to remember how to "dial" a number.