Jenny Everywhere: Pit Stop, part 1
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scott_sanfordIt’s Friday again! My pattern of putting out more Jenny Everywhere content weekly seems to be a good one, so I’ll dribble this work-in-progress out in installments until it’s done. - Scott Sanford, 15 Oct 2021
by Scott Sanford
part 1
Jenny Everywhere was in the shower when someone came knocking at her door.
“Kim, would you get that?”, she called out. “I’m kind of busy!”
“I’ve got it, no problem.” Kim laid her book down, got off the couch, and went to open the door.
Jenny Everywhere was outside, wearing an improbably pink and frilly dress. Her neck bore a matching lace ruffle, and atop her head sat a tiara set with crystals, glinting even in indoor light. Behind her a raccoon peered around the periphery of her skirts; it was wearing a colorfully embroidered vest.
Kim blinked in surprise. “This again?”
“Greetings, my lady,” she said. “I am Princess Genevieve and I have come seeking Jenny Everywhere, for I am waylaid upon my quest for a mighty wizard. I have traveled the dreamlands through a thousand wondrous spheres and now I find myself at your hall, in search of myself.”
“Of course you are,” Kim sighed. “Well, promise you won’t shoot anyone and you can come inside. You may as well make yourself comfortable.”
Kim showed them in and called, “Jenny, get dressed and get out here. You have company.” She heard the water stop in the bathroom.
The princess settled onto the couch, her dress taking up most of it, and the raccoon hopped up beside her. Kim sat down across from her in a chair and sighed.
“You may have arrived at a bad time,” Kim told their guests. “We only have one wizard living in the building and I think he’s gone to outer space right now.”
“Orlando isn’t in outer space,” Jenny chimed in from the next room. “Or maybe it is. Depends on your perspective… Who’s asking?”
“Leaving that question aside,” said Kim, who foresaw the conversation derailing before it began, “we don’t actually have a wizard here right now.”
Jenny came out, dressed but with her hair still wet. She didn’t look particularly surprised to see herself sitting on the couch with a raccoon.
“So why do you need a wizard, anyway?”, she asked.
“It’s a sad story,” the princess said. “I journey on behalf of a man of my own land named Prince Guy. We have had several adventures together, and I know not if he is my true love, but since a recent encounter with the Witch of the Blue Hills our relationship has become… troubled.”
She sighed. “Bluntly, he is a pig.”
“What did he do?”, Jenny asked.
“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. He rode out upon his armoured steed, confronted her pack of flaming dog-monkeys, bested the centaur of the crossroads in a rhyming contest–”
“I think Jenny means, why are you mad at him?”
“I am not. Why should I be?”
“You said he was a pig,” Jenny reminded her.
“Yes,” the princess affirmed. “No sooner had he reached the witch’s tower but she threw a potion bottle upon him, transforming both he and his horse into pigs!”
“Wow...” Jenny said, then asked, “How do you know which one is which?”
“Oh, he told me. He explained the whole problem as soon as he returned. As for the other, a pig that whinnies like a horse is obviously not him.”
“Obviously,” Jenny agreed.
“...and he’s a pig,” Kim said nonplussed. “As in, your boyfriend is actually a talking pig?”
“Yes, precisely,” Genevieve agreed. “And I would that it not be thus.”
“I don’t blame you,” Kim agreed. The raccoon nodded.
“I know a few magicians,” Jenny said thoughtfully, “but I’m not sure I know anyone who can de-piggify a guy...”
“Oh, there’s no problem there! Mordorak of the Nine Noses can perform restorations. He lives upon a cloud in a dreamland, three leagues past Atlantis. But on my way the dream spinner has broken down, still far short of where we must go.
“I left from my home in my world, so when the journey was interrupted I found myself here, where my home would be if I lived in this world. The dream spinner is barely a hundred paces from here, in a yard of the metal wagons you use here.”
“There’s a broken dimensional transport in the parking lot,” Kim translated. “We’re going to hear about that... Don’t get me wrong, that’s a good place for it, but we’d better deal with it quickly. Otherwise the neighbors are going to come asking questions.”
Jenny nodded. “Right. Let’s go check it out!”
^ up to more stories or forward to part 2 ->
The character of Jenny Everywhere is available for use by anyone, with only one condition. This paragraph must be included in any publication involving Jenny Everywhere, in order that others may use this property as they wish. All rights reversed.
by Scott Sanford
part 1
Jenny Everywhere was in the shower when someone came knocking at her door.
“Kim, would you get that?”, she called out. “I’m kind of busy!”
“I’ve got it, no problem.” Kim laid her book down, got off the couch, and went to open the door.
Jenny Everywhere was outside, wearing an improbably pink and frilly dress. Her neck bore a matching lace ruffle, and atop her head sat a tiara set with crystals, glinting even in indoor light. Behind her a raccoon peered around the periphery of her skirts; it was wearing a colorfully embroidered vest.
Kim blinked in surprise. “This again?”
“Greetings, my lady,” she said. “I am Princess Genevieve and I have come seeking Jenny Everywhere, for I am waylaid upon my quest for a mighty wizard. I have traveled the dreamlands through a thousand wondrous spheres and now I find myself at your hall, in search of myself.”
“Of course you are,” Kim sighed. “Well, promise you won’t shoot anyone and you can come inside. You may as well make yourself comfortable.”
Kim showed them in and called, “Jenny, get dressed and get out here. You have company.” She heard the water stop in the bathroom.
The princess settled onto the couch, her dress taking up most of it, and the raccoon hopped up beside her. Kim sat down across from her in a chair and sighed.
“You may have arrived at a bad time,” Kim told their guests. “We only have one wizard living in the building and I think he’s gone to outer space right now.”
“Orlando isn’t in outer space,” Jenny chimed in from the next room. “Or maybe it is. Depends on your perspective… Who’s asking?”
“Leaving that question aside,” said Kim, who foresaw the conversation derailing before it began, “we don’t actually have a wizard here right now.”
Jenny came out, dressed but with her hair still wet. She didn’t look particularly surprised to see herself sitting on the couch with a raccoon.
“So why do you need a wizard, anyway?”, she asked.
“It’s a sad story,” the princess said. “I journey on behalf of a man of my own land named Prince Guy. We have had several adventures together, and I know not if he is my true love, but since a recent encounter with the Witch of the Blue Hills our relationship has become… troubled.”
She sighed. “Bluntly, he is a pig.”
“What did he do?”, Jenny asked.
“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. He rode out upon his armoured steed, confronted her pack of flaming dog-monkeys, bested the centaur of the crossroads in a rhyming contest–”
“I think Jenny means, why are you mad at him?”
“I am not. Why should I be?”
“You said he was a pig,” Jenny reminded her.
“Yes,” the princess affirmed. “No sooner had he reached the witch’s tower but she threw a potion bottle upon him, transforming both he and his horse into pigs!”
“Wow...” Jenny said, then asked, “How do you know which one is which?”
“Oh, he told me. He explained the whole problem as soon as he returned. As for the other, a pig that whinnies like a horse is obviously not him.”
“Obviously,” Jenny agreed.
“...and he’s a pig,” Kim said nonplussed. “As in, your boyfriend is actually a talking pig?”
“Yes, precisely,” Genevieve agreed. “And I would that it not be thus.”
“I don’t blame you,” Kim agreed. The raccoon nodded.
“I know a few magicians,” Jenny said thoughtfully, “but I’m not sure I know anyone who can de-piggify a guy...”
“Oh, there’s no problem there! Mordorak of the Nine Noses can perform restorations. He lives upon a cloud in a dreamland, three leagues past Atlantis. But on my way the dream spinner has broken down, still far short of where we must go.
“I left from my home in my world, so when the journey was interrupted I found myself here, where my home would be if I lived in this world. The dream spinner is barely a hundred paces from here, in a yard of the metal wagons you use here.”
“There’s a broken dimensional transport in the parking lot,” Kim translated. “We’re going to hear about that... Don’t get me wrong, that’s a good place for it, but we’d better deal with it quickly. Otherwise the neighbors are going to come asking questions.”
Jenny nodded. “Right. Let’s go check it out!”
The character of Jenny Everywhere is available for use by anyone, with only one condition. This paragraph must be included in any publication involving Jenny Everywhere, in order that others may use this property as they wish. All rights reversed.
