On the subway.
Through the mall's food court.
At a Tudbury's clearance sale.
On the train for Hokkaido.
She scratched with both statues now.
The game show's name was Jeapordy, but it was the contestants who really got the viewer's attention.
"Carl Kolchak?" Alex asked.
"I'll take 'Megalomaniacal Conspirators' for $200, Alex," said the weatherbeaten reporter/supernatural investigator.
"The answer is 'Someone who would sacrifice the world in order to be reunited with the wife he has been cheating on since her dissolution in an Evangelion unit.'"
beep beep beep
"Yes, Sergeant Bilko?"
"That would be 'Who is Gendo Ikari'?" asked the Sergeant, adjusting his glasses.
"Right you are, for $500!" Alex agreed.
The Sergeant smiled and looked over the categories. "Hmmm. I'll take 'Ancient Egyptian Deities' for $200."
"That is 'this ancient goddess had a festival in her city, and mummified cats have been found by the hundreds there.'"
Gendo Ikari walked past the sea of cats and tried to ignore their presence. His timetable and his plan were in jeapordy and he couldn't see how cats had any reflection in the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Birds began gathering on phone lines and on rooftops all around him as he moved past the cats.
First cats, now birds? Gendo wondered as he got into his car.
(splat).
Cursing the bird that had just plunked one right on the windshield in front of his eyes, Gendo reached for the wiper control.
(splatsplatsplatsplatsplatsplatsplatsplatsplatsplat)
Watching in consternation, Gendo sat back as his car was layered in bird lime.
"This means something," mumbled Gendo.
Tokyo 3 was pretty much spoken for.
Other beings. Other ideas. They didn't have as much of a toehold into this world, this era, as Bast currently did. Bast had to start small too though.
Ptah the Wanderer was a curious case amongst the Heliopolis crowd, for one thing he was rarely there and when he was it wasn't very long before he was off roaming around again.
When he saw Bubastis as the center of a new humanity that involved New Types and Catgirls, that was one thing. He decided to start his own presence in a small unobtrusive manner.
"I tell you that spring has healing properties! Look at what it did to my skin rash!"
"Yeah right. What have you been smoking and why didn't you share?" Ngombe looked at his pudgy friend and had to admit that the fellow didn't look nearly as bad as usual. The odd pink rash that had been dotting Datomi's face looked a lot less disgusting than usual. "A spring appears out of the dry steppe and can heal your wounds. Hmmm. Maybe we can find some gullible tourists to buy that. We could use some kind of industry around here besides your wood carvings."
"That stuff never sold anyway. Ah, for my father's days of the Internet when we could get gullible greedy capitalist swine from Europe and the Americas to send us money," said Datomi. "He was Prime Minister three times and President twice and four times a prince fighting a coup. Then Second Impact came."
"Don't dwell on the glories of the past," advised Ngombe, "worry about the scams of the future. I worry that we may have to move and get real work."
"Don't say such horrible things," whined Datomi. "My family has a proud tradition to uphold!"
"Maybe magical healing waters will work," said Ngombe. "Show me this spring."
Ptah reconsidered. Maybe subtle wasn't really the way to go.
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