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scott_sanfordWrapping up our current adventure, a quiet get together.
Afterwards, as rumored, they had an after party.
If one knew where to look there was a tiny park near the river, just down the hill from where they’d had their big demonstration. Jenny was glad she’d gotten a ride, as it was easy to miss, but it had a great view of the city skyline across the river, and a few small round tables with seats. Someone had erected a pointed concrete arch up against the hillside, its style matching nothing nearby but apparently a part of this world rather than a recent addition. The same couldn’t be said for the dimensional portal it framed; the air within rippled occasionally with strange forces contained by a loop of intertwined scarves. One of her had said it would be a quick way home for any Jenny who stepped through it.
Refreshments included many loaves worth of toast, kept warm in insulated bags. Jenny guessed a party for her meant an easy catering job. There was also a sufficient amount of beer, soda, and other refreshments, and a pile of empty wrappings for Stewardess® fruit pies that suggested she wouldn’t get any of those.
Enough of her were here to fill the space; she suspected plenty of Jennies had just gone home but it was nice to see her face reflected in so many ways.
It was also fun to see the ones who stood out. She’d met the shih tzu already; she was collecting pettings and pieces of toast from the humans. She was hoping to talk to Jerry, who turned out to be an athletic young man with a good dress sense, but she was not the only Jenny to have this idea and it was obvious she was going to have to wait for a chance.
She hadn’t thought to bring any food but another Jenny had a sound system that would talk to her electronics so she set it up to play the latest Davar Smith album from a few universes over from hers. That attracted some nice attention and she had promised several other Jennies to work with their acoustic media if they wanted copies.
In turn someone gave her a Davar Smith science fiction novel she hadn’t read yet, from one of the universes where he was an author, which she knew would be fun whenever she got time to read. It came as a surprise too, as she hadn’t seen it published in any universe she’d visited.
She was tucking the paperback into a pocket when she saw the biker leaning on the fence, looking across the water at the city.
When she noticed Jenny looking at her she explained, “I didn’t expect to see that today.”
“The city?”
“Parts, anyway. I’ve seen a bunch of New Yorks. I even spent a few weeks in Nude York, which was great and it’s true, there are millions of stories in the naked city. But, you know, winter. Anyway, um, is this how your New York looks?”
“I guess so,” she said. There was a river and a lot of buildings. “Why?”
“Nothing important, here.” The biker looked across the Hudson from the New Guernsey side, at the buildings of lower Manhattan, and shrugged. “I could ask if the local Jenny remembers anything about September 13th, 2001 – but I can already see that nothing much happened.”
“It looks different in your world?”
“If you know what to look for, yeah. But never mind. Did you ever find out what we were so mad about?”
“Not me,” Jenny said.
“Toaster,” said a voice from behind her, startling her. Jenny turned to see a black clad and hooded figure much closer than she thought anyone could be standing. “Someone said he broke her favorite toaster.”
“Are you sure?”, asked another Jenny. “I heard he put mustard on toast. Though that could be the same incident.”
“Hai, I would be angry,” the ninja agreed, stroking her straight sword. “But to do all of this?”
“I heard he invented a meme more offensive than goatse,” said a third Jenny.
“Yes, that would justify epic revenge.”
“What’s so bad about goats?”, asked a Jenny in a clerical collar.
“Ooh, it hasn’t spread to your universe? Lucky you. Just don’t look at it and it can’t hurt you.”
“That bad?” Other Jennies nodded and the priest let it be.
“Are you sure he didn’t sleep with her wife? Or was that another Jenny?”
“I don’t remember that one,” admitted a Jenny in a silver jumpsuit with a blinking LED scarf. “Could be, I guess.”
“The local Jenny was right that he’d never get away with messing with her,” the priest said. “Proverbs 15:3.”
“I’m glad we don’t have to do this often but it was fun this once,” Jenny said.
“You saw how freaked out that one guy got, and he should have known better. ‘Everywhere’ is in the name and everything.” The priest gestured vaguely at the incarnations gathered in the park. “Can you imagine how strange this would look to most people?”
Jenny looked around and saw herself. It was a little strange to see maybe twenty of her all in the same place but also nice to just hang around with herself for once. Most people didn’t get this kind of ‘me time.’ She also noticed that Jerry had been poached – the shih tzu was in his lap, wagging her tail and licking his face, proving that some things are easier to get away with when you’re a dog.
Then she looked again and tried to see herself as other people would.
Several women were discussing the qualities of different kinds of bread, standing around a propane powered toaster. There was a woman in a tube top and colorfully patched bell bottoms playing chess with a black clad priest. At the other table a handsome young man was talking to a dog, who was carrying most of the conversation. Over by the gate a ninja and a barbarian in a fur bikini were going at each other with swords in careful slow mock combat. A woman in an implausibly pink ruffled dress was talking to birds in the trees, which were gathered around to listen; two had teamed up to bring her toast.
Jenny gave a big grin. “Looks good to me!’
Afterwards, as rumored, they had an after party.
If one knew where to look there was a tiny park near the river, just down the hill from where they’d had their big demonstration. Jenny was glad she’d gotten a ride, as it was easy to miss, but it had a great view of the city skyline across the river, and a few small round tables with seats. Someone had erected a pointed concrete arch up against the hillside, its style matching nothing nearby but apparently a part of this world rather than a recent addition. The same couldn’t be said for the dimensional portal it framed; the air within rippled occasionally with strange forces contained by a loop of intertwined scarves. One of her had said it would be a quick way home for any Jenny who stepped through it.
Refreshments included many loaves worth of toast, kept warm in insulated bags. Jenny guessed a party for her meant an easy catering job. There was also a sufficient amount of beer, soda, and other refreshments, and a pile of empty wrappings for Stewardess® fruit pies that suggested she wouldn’t get any of those.
Enough of her were here to fill the space; she suspected plenty of Jennies had just gone home but it was nice to see her face reflected in so many ways.
It was also fun to see the ones who stood out. She’d met the shih tzu already; she was collecting pettings and pieces of toast from the humans. She was hoping to talk to Jerry, who turned out to be an athletic young man with a good dress sense, but she was not the only Jenny to have this idea and it was obvious she was going to have to wait for a chance.
She hadn’t thought to bring any food but another Jenny had a sound system that would talk to her electronics so she set it up to play the latest Davar Smith album from a few universes over from hers. That attracted some nice attention and she had promised several other Jennies to work with their acoustic media if they wanted copies.
In turn someone gave her a Davar Smith science fiction novel she hadn’t read yet, from one of the universes where he was an author, which she knew would be fun whenever she got time to read. It came as a surprise too, as she hadn’t seen it published in any universe she’d visited.
She was tucking the paperback into a pocket when she saw the biker leaning on the fence, looking across the water at the city.
When she noticed Jenny looking at her she explained, “I didn’t expect to see that today.”
“The city?”
“Parts, anyway. I’ve seen a bunch of New Yorks. I even spent a few weeks in Nude York, which was great and it’s true, there are millions of stories in the naked city. But, you know, winter. Anyway, um, is this how your New York looks?”
“I guess so,” she said. There was a river and a lot of buildings. “Why?”
“Nothing important, here.” The biker looked across the Hudson from the New Guernsey side, at the buildings of lower Manhattan, and shrugged. “I could ask if the local Jenny remembers anything about September 13th, 2001 – but I can already see that nothing much happened.”
“It looks different in your world?”
“If you know what to look for, yeah. But never mind. Did you ever find out what we were so mad about?”
“Not me,” Jenny said.
“Toaster,” said a voice from behind her, startling her. Jenny turned to see a black clad and hooded figure much closer than she thought anyone could be standing. “Someone said he broke her favorite toaster.”
“Are you sure?”, asked another Jenny. “I heard he put mustard on toast. Though that could be the same incident.”
“Hai, I would be angry,” the ninja agreed, stroking her straight sword. “But to do all of this?”
“I heard he invented a meme more offensive than goatse,” said a third Jenny.
“Yes, that would justify epic revenge.”
“What’s so bad about goats?”, asked a Jenny in a clerical collar.
“Ooh, it hasn’t spread to your universe? Lucky you. Just don’t look at it and it can’t hurt you.”
“That bad?” Other Jennies nodded and the priest let it be.
“Are you sure he didn’t sleep with her wife? Or was that another Jenny?”
“I don’t remember that one,” admitted a Jenny in a silver jumpsuit with a blinking LED scarf. “Could be, I guess.”
“The local Jenny was right that he’d never get away with messing with her,” the priest said. “Proverbs 15:3.”
“I’m glad we don’t have to do this often but it was fun this once,” Jenny said.
“You saw how freaked out that one guy got, and he should have known better. ‘Everywhere’ is in the name and everything.” The priest gestured vaguely at the incarnations gathered in the park. “Can you imagine how strange this would look to most people?”
Jenny looked around and saw herself. It was a little strange to see maybe twenty of her all in the same place but also nice to just hang around with herself for once. Most people didn’t get this kind of ‘me time.’ She also noticed that Jerry had been poached – the shih tzu was in his lap, wagging her tail and licking his face, proving that some things are easier to get away with when you’re a dog.
Then she looked again and tried to see herself as other people would.
Several women were discussing the qualities of different kinds of bread, standing around a propane powered toaster. There was a woman in a tube top and colorfully patched bell bottoms playing chess with a black clad priest. At the other table a handsome young man was talking to a dog, who was carrying most of the conversation. Over by the gate a ninja and a barbarian in a fur bikini were going at each other with swords in careful slow mock combat. A woman in an implausibly pink ruffled dress was talking to birds in the trees, which were gathered around to listen; two had teamed up to bring her toast.
Jenny gave a big grin. “Looks good to me!’
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