13-04-2019, 04:14 PM
So Night Follows Day Pt. 15
By T. MaskedWriter with special guest author Susan Bailey
*****
"Remember when you were young? You shone like the sun.
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
Now, there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on, you target for faraway laughter.
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr,
and shine!"
-Pink Floyd "Shine On You Crazy Diamond (I-V)"
Hey, Susan again. I'm not sure of a lot of things at the moment, but I'm reasonably certain that's who I am. (And again, I'll tell you when it's me.)
My eyes were closed, and through the haze of relaxation, I noticed that I no longer felt Julie's presence in the bed with me. She'd undressed me for bed, laid down with me, and told me soft, relaxing things, until I couldn't do anything but feel the relaxation wash over me. (Troy and Julie are so used to this feeling that they're able to carry on long conversations in trance. I'm not there, yet.) There were other things that she said, too, but I could ignore those. They were for my subconscious mind. And now that I was so deeply relaxed, some friends of mine who came from there were coming to help me answer some questions. I was just waiting for them to show up...
* * *
My head. Well, I can't really call it "the final frontier," can I? I mean, there are certainly other people with heads in the world. I've seen them.
Anyway, these are the voyages of the starship Equalsprize. It's Until-I-Wake-Up mission: To explore my subconscious. To seek out answers lost somewhere amongst all the crap in here. To find out how the fuck I got what, I'm calling for now, some kind of psychic connection with Helen!
I sat in my big, comfortable, swiveling chair, looking at all the buttons and lights and the intercom speaker on the right armrest. More light-up buttons and switches went down the length of the left armrest. I gave a big sigh and couldn't stop grinning.
"Oh, MYYY!" Said a familiar voice, coming from someone sitting at the Navigator's position in front of me, wearing a gold shirt and nothing else. "You're looking quite sharp today, Captain. Shall I... er... send a class I probe to the Captain's quarters?"
"No thanks, Mr. Su... zy-Ho-Lu," I told her. Let me just... be happy for a minute that I'm finally getting a Star Trek one of these, ok? TOS, even! This has got to be Julie's doing. You are SO going down on her when I wake up!"
I composed myself, still a bit giddy at all of this. I looked around the bridge.
"Ok," I said. "So, you're Sulu, and I don't see a Chekov." I turned to my left. "And there's no Uhura, so that makes Sue..."
The turbolift doors opened. Someone else who looked like me was in an outfit with a blue shirt, wearing a pinky ring.
"Dammit, Susan!" Sue barked at me. "I'm a fuckin' waitress, not a doctor!"
"Ok." I said, trying to take her seriously, but unable to resist a giggle. "So that means that Suzy-Q is..."
"The only logical choice remaining, Captain." She said from over my right shoulder. I turned to her. Yep, pointy ears, bowl-cut, everything. It took a moment for me to stop laughing.
"Sorry, ladies. You all look great. Just... If I'm ever in here for a really long time; like if I'm in a coma or something, promise me we'll come back to this one!"
"We'll certainly try, Susan." Sue replied.
"Before we get started," Suzy-Q interrupted. "Let's clear something up here and now. Sue, Suzy-Ho; are either of you spirit guides? Like, do you already know what we're looking for, but plan to make Susan go through a bunch of shit until she figures it out herself?"
"No." Sue said, then thought another moment. "Hell, no! I believe I would kick some spirit guide motherfucker's ass and beat the answer out of them, if anyone here turned out to be one of those."
"If I say yes," Suzy-Ho-Lu asked. "Would you use sexual torture to get it out of me?"
"Nope." I replied. "I'd let Sue take care of the punishment."
"In that case, no. I am not a spirit guide."
I turned to Suzy-Q, recalling her conversation with Helen on this subject.
"I didn't suspect any of you, but thanks for thinking of that." I settled in my chair. "Well, if I'm Kirk, I suppose it's up to me to get things started."
Sue stepped forward.
"Ok, yes. But I've got something to say before we get started, too. You need to come out of this eventually, Susan. So, we've got to put a limit on the Shatner college of Acting stuff here."
By T. MaskedWriter with special guest author Susan Bailey
*****
"Remember when you were young? You shone like the sun.
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
Now, there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on, you crazy diamond!
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on, you target for faraway laughter.
Come on, you stranger, you legend, you martyr,
and shine!"
-Pink Floyd "Shine On You Crazy Diamond (I-V)"
Hey, Susan again. I'm not sure of a lot of things at the moment, but I'm reasonably certain that's who I am. (And again, I'll tell you when it's me.)
My eyes were closed, and through the haze of relaxation, I noticed that I no longer felt Julie's presence in the bed with me. She'd undressed me for bed, laid down with me, and told me soft, relaxing things, until I couldn't do anything but feel the relaxation wash over me. (Troy and Julie are so used to this feeling that they're able to carry on long conversations in trance. I'm not there, yet.) There were other things that she said, too, but I could ignore those. They were for my subconscious mind. And now that I was so deeply relaxed, some friends of mine who came from there were coming to help me answer some questions. I was just waiting for them to show up...
* * *
My head. Well, I can't really call it "the final frontier," can I? I mean, there are certainly other people with heads in the world. I've seen them.
Anyway, these are the voyages of the starship Equalsprize. It's Until-I-Wake-Up mission: To explore my subconscious. To seek out answers lost somewhere amongst all the crap in here. To find out how the fuck I got what, I'm calling for now, some kind of psychic connection with Helen!
I sat in my big, comfortable, swiveling chair, looking at all the buttons and lights and the intercom speaker on the right armrest. More light-up buttons and switches went down the length of the left armrest. I gave a big sigh and couldn't stop grinning.
"Oh, MYYY!" Said a familiar voice, coming from someone sitting at the Navigator's position in front of me, wearing a gold shirt and nothing else. "You're looking quite sharp today, Captain. Shall I... er... send a class I probe to the Captain's quarters?"
"No thanks, Mr. Su... zy-Ho-Lu," I told her. Let me just... be happy for a minute that I'm finally getting a Star Trek one of these, ok? TOS, even! This has got to be Julie's doing. You are SO going down on her when I wake up!"
I composed myself, still a bit giddy at all of this. I looked around the bridge.
"Ok," I said. "So, you're Sulu, and I don't see a Chekov." I turned to my left. "And there's no Uhura, so that makes Sue..."
The turbolift doors opened. Someone else who looked like me was in an outfit with a blue shirt, wearing a pinky ring.
"Dammit, Susan!" Sue barked at me. "I'm a fuckin' waitress, not a doctor!"
"Ok." I said, trying to take her seriously, but unable to resist a giggle. "So that means that Suzy-Q is..."
"The only logical choice remaining, Captain." She said from over my right shoulder. I turned to her. Yep, pointy ears, bowl-cut, everything. It took a moment for me to stop laughing.
"Sorry, ladies. You all look great. Just... If I'm ever in here for a really long time; like if I'm in a coma or something, promise me we'll come back to this one!"
"We'll certainly try, Susan." Sue replied.
"Before we get started," Suzy-Q interrupted. "Let's clear something up here and now. Sue, Suzy-Ho; are either of you spirit guides? Like, do you already know what we're looking for, but plan to make Susan go through a bunch of shit until she figures it out herself?"
"No." Sue said, then thought another moment. "Hell, no! I believe I would kick some spirit guide motherfucker's ass and beat the answer out of them, if anyone here turned out to be one of those."
"If I say yes," Suzy-Ho-Lu asked. "Would you use sexual torture to get it out of me?"
"Nope." I replied. "I'd let Sue take care of the punishment."
"In that case, no. I am not a spirit guide."
I turned to Suzy-Q, recalling her conversation with Helen on this subject.
"I didn't suspect any of you, but thanks for thinking of that." I settled in my chair. "Well, if I'm Kirk, I suppose it's up to me to get things started."
Sue stepped forward.
"Ok, yes. But I've got something to say before we get started, too. You need to come out of this eventually, Susan. So, we've got to put a limit on the Shatner college of Acting stuff here."
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