Wonder City Stories

Wonder City Stories III #20

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 19:26:16 GMT

Sorry about my post-fail last week. It's been a little rough weather here. But so is it rough weather in Wonder City.

Partying the Hard Way

Tam Lane was pressing her up against a cold metal wall, bending over her, his long auburn hair shading their faces. "Come on, baby," he was whispering, pulling her hand against the bulge in his jeans. "Do it."

Before Nereid could say anything past her horror, Tam was dragged away from her and thrown to the ground. Sophie brought a baseball bat down on the man's pretty face. There was a crunch, and a wail, and Nereid turned away.

A warm hand pressed against her back. "It's okay, Pacifica," Lucid's sympathetic voice said. "It's just a dream."

Nereid turned back to look at her, slowly rising into lucidity through her paralysis and confusion. "Really?"

Lucid smiled at her. "Yes, really. I should know, right?"

Nereid looked toward Sophie, who was still plying her baseball bat, even though most of the dream was fading away around them. Lucid said, "Sophie, time to go."

Sophie dropped the baseball bat with a little grimace and nodded, pushing some of her hair out of her face.

They walked silently away from the disintegrating scene, Lucid keeping an arm around Nereid's shoulders. Shortly, they came to a train station and mounted the steps into one of the waiting silver cars. They sat down along the side of the subway car, and the train started into motion, the rubber loops swinging silently with the motion of the car.

Nereid blinked, and took deep breaths, and looked down at herself. She was wearing her uniform, the swirling blues and greens in close-fitting spandex. She ran her hands over the fabric and forced herself to feel the texture, still breathing deeply. She'd done this a number of times, visiting Lucid's Dream Party, but it had been a while since their last trip.

"Just a baseball bat this time?" Lucid was saying curiously to Sophie as the train slanted downward into a dark tunnel.

"I've got a lot of anger issues right now," Sophie said.

"Apparently," Lucid said. "How've you been doing, Pacifica?"

Nereid blinked hard and smiled. "All right, I suppose, Leah. Wonder City is just kind of... hard."

Lucid nodded. "Seattle's no bed of roses but at least we're not having a modern-day Les Mis, like in California."

Nereid looked at her and said, "Les Mis?"

Lucid smiled briefly and bitterly. "Food riots. Water riots. Police declaring martial law and killing people left and right. It isn't just the LAPD, but that's where it started."

Something flickered in the window opposite Nereid. It was one of those advertisements consisting of a series of stills posted on the subway tunnel wall that become a little animated movie when the train rushes past them. This one only had a man's face in the center of a bright starburst. He was a handsome thirty-something with short, sleek ash-blond hair and bright, earnest blue eyes. He was speaking in the image, enunciating carefully so, Nereid supposed, someone could lip-read what he was saying.

Almost against her will, she was drawn to stare at his mouth, trying to puzzle out the words.

Lucid got up, walked across the car, and yanked down a window blind that Nereid hadn't seen there before, breaking the spell. "I am so very tired of that fucker."

"Who is he?" Nereid said, rubbing her eyes.

"Pastor Al," Sophie growled. "Tent revival boy. Is he appearing in the dream world a lot?"

"All the fucking time," Lucid said. She sat down heavily. "He's always trying to say something to the dreamers. It's not like he's actually here -- believe me, I've looked. I think that he's just a really potent symbol."

Suddenly, his face reappeared in every window of the car, and each face was saying something different, smiling a slightly different way.

Lucid's eyes narrowed and she stamped on the floor. Blinds snapped down over every window.

"We'll be there soon," she said after a moment.

"Good," Sophie said. Then, more softly, "Thanks."

Lucid squeezed Sophie's knee and patted Nereid's shoulder. "I couldn't let down some of my favorite people."

The Dream Party was less populated than Nereid had ever seen it before. The buffet was still busy. There was still a small jam session in the corner, consisting of variously-dressed people playing guitars, Vulcan harps, and drums. But there were definitely fewer beings chatting in little groups, and they spoke in lower voices.

Nereid noticed a woman sitting nearby, calmly watching roses grow from her left arm. Green sprouts burst through her skin, grew and extended, and eventually exploded into blood-red blooms. When one bloomed, she carefully snipped it off at the base with a pair of scissors, and slid the rose into a nearby glass vase that was overflowing with flowers. The water in the vase was red.

A small blue dragon alighted on the table, arranged its feathers carefully, and watched this ritual for a few moments before asking, "Does that hurt?"

The woman said, "Like a bitch. But it's the only way I know to get rid of them."

"Your friend is waiting in the private room," a second Lucid said, gesturing over her shoulder toward a door. The two Lucids nodded to each other and stepped together into a single Lucid. "Let me know if you want anything."

Sophie cast a longing glance at the buffet, but said, "Thanks," and, taking Nereid's hand, went through the indicated door.

X was seated on a straight chair with long legs crossed in the very masculine way Nereid had noticed before when X was angry. The outfit for this Dream Party outing consisted of a dark blue velvet cutaway coat over tailored black trousers and waistcoat. X was also wearing sunglasses.

X looked in their direction but didn't get up or say anything, though there was a nod to Nereid.

Sophie shut the door and said, without any introduction, "This is why I asked you both to come here." And then there was a sound like wrenching metal. Sophie let out a little gasp and staggered to one side, while another woman staggered away from her in the other direction.

The other woman was a stocky, dark brown African-American woman of medium height. Her dark hair was shaped into a short afro. There were deep lines around her eyes and mouth, lines that made her look a great deal older than Nereid would have guessed from the rest of her body. She was wearing a t-shirt and old jeans. After she caught her breath, she straightened up and put her hands on her hips.

"This is damned weird," she said, looking around at the three of them.

Sophie coughed and slid into a chair. "X, Pacifica, meet Renata Scott."

"Oh!" Nereid said, then covered her mouth with both her hands. Renata, the telepath who'd been in her head when she'd killed Sator. Right.

X rose, swept off the sunglasses, and crossed the room, extending one elegant hand. "So pleased to meet you."

Renata looked at X, grinned, and -- somewhat gingerly -- shook hands. "Hah!" she said. "This is damned weird. I'm glad to meet you finally, X. I saw you at Ruth's birthday party and didn't get introduced." She looked at her hand, then Sophie. "You must be filtering me big time."

"Well, me and your prison, I think," Sophie said, then waved a hand. "Tell them what you told me."

Renata shook hands with Nereid. Nereid gave her an embarrassed, somewhat hopeles little smile.

Then Renata threw herself into an overstuffed chair and said, "Sit yourselves down, and I'll tell you about the aliens."

X sat obediently, eyes fixed on Renata. Nereid sat down more slowly, glancing over at Sophie, who was leaning her forehead on her hands.

"They've been trying to get me to work for them," Renata said. "They won't say outright what it is they want me to do. But I suspect."

"They're projecting some sort of psionic energy via mechanisms Brainchild built," X said, and Nereid was a little startled by hearing X use Sophie's spandex name.

Renata nodded. "I know," she said, and glanced aside at Sophie, who hadn't raised her head. "And I know whose psionic energy it is."

X sat forward in the chair, perching on the very edge. Nereid blinked at Renata.

"Look," Renata said, looking at them, but running her fingers over the tooled leather of the chair she'd ended up in, "I'm imprisoned on the spaceship until I either work for them or they decide what else to do with me. They've given me a very comfortable apartment, and I'm heavily shielded from psionics there. The only reason I can project to Earth, in fact, is because I stuffed Sophie back into her head a few years ago, and so I know her better than any other human on the planet and could probably find her anywhere. The aliens have captured and imprisoned Ruth and the rest of the Gold Stars in an interdimensional prison, and they've got some jackass as their 'human liaison' whose wife is an empath. Somehow, they amped her up and she's projecting her own emotional dogma down at the U.S. of A."

X slumped back in the chair, exhaling, "Shiiiiiittttt."

Nereid looked over at Sophie again, but Sophie wasn't moving. So Nereid said, "Does she know about the new church and stuff down here?"

"Probably," Renata said with a shrug. "What little I got during my brief interviews with them was some serious right-wing religion."

X said, "That's probably what's doing it, then."

"Doing what?" Renata said.

X sat forward again, counting off on slender fingers. "Here it is: resource riots, little teams of men in black roaming the streets, martial law, nationwide mental health crisis, tripled suicide rate."

Renata stared.

"I can't get hold of Simon any more," Nereid said slowly. "Every time I call, his friend Megan answers, and she doesn't seem to know that... that Simon's human. I don't think he can be human any more. He told me he was feeling horrible about himself about and... you know he's trans, right? He was even thinking about... going back to living as a girl, just to try to make it easier to be human."

"I think the men in black may be minor telepaths," X said. "I think they may be altering potential troublemakers. A therapist I know told me that people who say they've met up with a group are often... never quite right afterward."

"I met some," Nereid said with a shudder, and started remembering like a nightmare. "For a little while afterward, I felt better. Or I thought I did. Everything was so clear. They gave me a ring. Every time I met them, they gave me a ring, and Sophie took it away from me. But after a couple of days, things weren't so clear any more, and my brain was like thick soup, and I'd feel even stupider than I used to in high school."

X reached over and put an arm around her shoulders. Nereid could feel herself shaking in the circle of that arm, but was so grateful for X's familiar warmth.

Renata's face had grown stern. She looked like an old woman, Nereid realized, though her body was young. "I can't play any more," she said. "I can't hide in my room. I didn't... I wouldn't face what was going on, but I've got to do what I can to... make it less horrible." She stood up, and her hands were clenched into fists.

"We're doing what we can," X said, also standing. "Or we'll try. I have friends who're trying."

Renata nodded sharply. "Once I know more, I'll get Sophie to bring us together again. Perhaps Lucid will be willing to bring in some of your friends, X."

"Will you come if we need to talk to you?" X asked.

"Tell Sophie," Renata said. "She knows how to get in touch."

Renata walked over to Sophie and laid a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "Quit beating yourself up," she said quietly. "You can't help anyone that way." And then she vanished.

X sighed and said, "She's right, you know. We all need to work together in any way we can."

"Easy for her --" Sophie said, gesturing over her shoulder and upward violently "-- to say. She's not party to mass murder."

"You made an outstandingly shitty choice," X said, going to stand over Sophie, hands on hips. "I'm certainly not going to argue that you didn't. But you've got to find a way to try to make up for it now. It isn't like you're the first para to accidentally almost destroy the world."

Sophie snorted. "I could at least have done it more cleanly if I'd done it myself."

Nereid walked over to the two of them. "Yes, we all know how much better you'd be as a supervillain. You tell us all the time." She crouched down in front of Sophie and butted her forehead against her girlfriend's, looking up cross-eyed into Sophie's glasses. "But you're not, and I won't let you be, all right?"

Sophie almost smiled as she pulled back, shaking her head. "Puppydog eyes don't work at that range, dammit."

X smirked. "They do, though. From Pacifica, at least."

"That's her other damn superpower," Sophie said, standing and pulling Nereid up too. "Class 10 puppydog eyes. Let's eat, for fuck's sake."

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Wonder City Stories II #6

Mon, 06 Dec 2010 18:53:19 GMT

No More Yielding But a Dream

Nereid had a terrible time getting to sleep.

She tossed and turned. She got up to pee and got up to drink water and got up to pee again, all with having to trot down the dimly-lit and echoing hall to the big dorm bathroom of the mostly-empty New Mexico compound dorm.

She rearranged the sandpaper sheets. She fetched a blanket. She tossed the blanket off. She fluffed her pillow. She got up and jogged in place for a while. She thought about going and knocking on Peacenik's door and making him exhaust her even more with drills and exercises and practice.

It took her until nearly 2 am to sleep, and when she did, she was surprised out of a dream of interminable train rides by a large, stocky, bay-colored, feather-hocked centaur. Lucid's face peered down at her from a great height.

"Hey," Lucid said. "You okay? It was a stone cold bitch getting in here."

"I think," Nereid said vaguely, "that I had trouble sleeping."

Lucid smiled. "A lot of people have that problem when they're anticipating me showing up." She shrugged, a mountain of woman and horse. "I suppose it's a natural response to the idea of someone barging into your dreams."

Nereid blinked and fought to clear her head of dream-fog and the driving desire to find her train ticket. "Thank you for coming for me," she said.

"No problem," Lucid said. "Want a hand up?"

"Up?" Nereid said. She was standing, and Lucid was still looming over her.

"Up here," X said, peering out from behind Lucid's shoulder. "It's been a very entertaining ride so far."

"Oh," Nereid said, "sure."

Lucid effortlessly hoisted Nereid onto the broad black horse-back, and Nereid settled in behind X, holding onto X's narrow shoulders in the crisp emerald-green suit jacket. "Okay back there?" Lucid said.

"Yeah," they said in chorus.

"Right," Lucid said, and Nereid could feel the massive muscles bunch and move beneath her. X was hot to the touch in front of her. Glimpses of things whipped past as Lucid galloped along: slices of lemon that dripped juice most suggestively, winged people who beat their wings but couldn't get off the ground, and skies like warehouse ceilings. They dazzled Nereid's mind and clouded her ears and made her dizzy. She closed her eyes and pressed her face into the smooth wool of X's shoulder.

It was hard to judge time on this wavelength. It seemed forever and was only a blink, and then Nereid was standing in the party, rubbing her eyes and smelling the good smells of the buffet table.

"Try eating something," Lucid, now human, said kindly, and stepped away into the party.

"I expect it would help," X said. "Are you all right?"

"I guess," Nereid said, looking at the long table and its mostly tasty-looking contents. "I guess I'll have some of those Swedish meatballs." X patted her on the shoulder, brow creased in a worried frown. Nereid smiled at X. "I'll be all right. I expect you're better at managing things like this, being all mystical and stuff."

"Or something," X said, straightening the black string tie with a grimace. "I'm going to go talk to the musicians, okay?"

Nereid nodded and turned to the table.

"Hi," a slender bearded man said from across the table. "You're back, huh?"

"Hm?" Nereid said, struggling against her numb fingers to get some of the meatballs onto her little plate. "Yes, I suppose so."

"I'm Dave," he said. "Lucid's husband."

Nereid blinked at him owlishly, and then her reason for being here rushed back to her. "Oh! Hi! Yes, I remember you. You were very nice to me."

"Thanks," he said. "Glad you came back."

"Oh," she said. "Thanks. I, um, came back because I'm looking for someone."

"Oh?" he said, helping himself to cheese and crackers and some kind of turnovers.

"Yeah, um, my friend, the one who brought me here the first time..."

"Oh, Sophie!" he said with a grin. "I thought you were close to her in meatspace." When she just stared at him, he said, "Real space? Like, you room together or something?"

"Oh, no!" she said. "We don't room together. We're, um, on the same team. Superhero team. And she's, uh, unconscious. In a coma."

Dave gave her a crooked smile. "So you hoped she was here while checked out of her body?"

"Yeah," Nereid said. "Kinda. Have you seen her?"

Dave popped a tiny turnover into his mouth to chew on while he thought. "We did see her a couple weeks ago," he said finally, then pointed at her plate. "You should eat up. It'll help you feel more grounded."

Nereid speared a meatball with a toothpick and put it in her mouth. The taste exploded -- sweet and savory and hot and acid -- and he was right, it did make her feel more present. She nodded at him.

"She came through," he went on. "Kind of... drifting. Not really paying much attention. When she comes, we almost always jam with her, but she didn't even stop to talk. I figured she was doing something important, so I just kept on keepin' on, you know? But now I'm thinking about it, it was kind of weird."

"That's great!" Nereid said, then covered her mouth. "I mean, it's not great that she didn't talk to anyone, but it's great that you saw her. That means she did come through here and she's not..." She stopped abruptly, and looked down at her plate.

"Not dead?" he said gently. "Yeah, dead people don't tend to come here. It's all right. Maybe if you ask around, you'll find someone who saw her leave."

"Thanks," Nereid said earnestly. "Really."

"Good luck," he said, heading back toward the musicians' corner.

Nereid, pausing now and then to take a bite of food from her plate and remind herself why she was there, started to make her way through the crowd. She spotted X, who was deep in conversation with a pretty young man and a small blue dragon (who looked a little familiar, though Nereid couldn't recall why), and started to forge her way in that direction.

The young man was Asian, and he was wearing a little white hat, a bra, a half-slip, fishnets, and heels. He was clutching a white purse and seemed acutely uncomfortable. He blushed furiously when he saw her looking at him, but he managed a sheepish smile, even as he adjusted his bra strap. "Janet, from Rocky Horror," he said. "It was even more embarrassing in the original dream."

X turned toward her when the young man spoke. "This person," X said, indicating the blue dragon, who had feathered wings and an extremely intelligent look in its eyes, "says that zie saw Sophie leaving the party a few weeks ago. What door did she take again?"

"That one there," the dragon said, inclining its head toward a very plain door. After a moment of study, Nereid realized it was a very plain door... made of gold. "I understand that direction is quite doomful, though."

"Oh?" X said. "Why?"

The dragon looked (Nereid thought) like it was considering how to respond for a long moment, then said, "I am told the door leads to a plane of existence that is... capricious and constructed of illusion."

Nereid glanced at X's face, which was (Nereid thought) a perfect example of what people refer to when they say that someone's face is "a study." "What?" she said to X.

"Thank you very much, o Zi Ri," X said (or Nereid thought X said). "That information is very helpful. I hope I'll be able to give you good news when I see you again."

The dragon (whose name, Nereid guessed, might be Zi Ri?) made a casual gesture of (Nereid thought) farewell, and turned to the pretty young man. X, meanwhile, turned to Nereid. "We're in trouble," X said.

"Why?" Nereid said. "I mean, do you know where she went?"

"I do," X said. "Or I think I do. And I think that, when you get back from New Mexico, we need to talk to the Equestrian."

"Why?" Nereid said.

"Because I think that door," X said in what Nereid thought might be a doomful voice, "leads to Faerie."

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Wonder City Stories #60

Tue, 15 Jun 2010 00:56:54 GMT

Say Nighty-night and Kiss Me

Nereid was surprised to find Sophie strolling toward her in a tuxedo, top hat, and monocle; a cane was tucked under her arm. "Come on," Sophie said impatiently, "we'll be late."

A curvy dark-haired woman glanced back over her shoulder at the pair and smiled reassuringly at Nereid. "It's okay," she said.

Nereid put down the scrub brush that she had been using to clean all the thoroughly filthy toilets in the monstrously large bathroom that was buried somewhere in Wonder City University, possibly near the physics laboratories. There were no doors on the stalls, and people were wandering through the room aimlessly, making snarky commentary about her lack of clothing. Or possibly about her flowered underwear. Or her torn sports bra.

Once she stepped out of the room, she found herself wearing her uniform. She washed her hands by emitting a trickle of water from each palm and rubbing them together vigorously. Sophie nodded at her. "That's better."

"Where are we going?" Nereid said, tentatively touching the smooth metallic walls of the corridor they were traversing.

"A party," Sophie said. "Where did you think?"

They emerged from the still hallway into an explosion of voices and light and music and food smells.

"Oh," Nereid said. "Whose party?"

Sophie gestured at the woman in the lead. "Leah's."

Leah grinned. "So you're Nereid," she said, offering her hand. "Sophie's told us a lot about you."

"Really?" Nereid said, shaking hands automatically, feeling dazed.

"Don't sweat the wooziness," Leah said. "It's normal for first-timers." She glanced over her shoulder. "Oh, hey, sorry, I've gotta pick up someone else. Have fun!" She waved and vanished into the crowd.

"'First-timers'?" Nereid said to Sophie, who was leaning on her cane, the top hat cocked rakishly over one eye.

"It's Leah's Dream Party," Sophie said. "You've heard of Lucid, right?"

Nereid searched her memory, then had a brainstorm. "Oh! The really expensive courier service, right?"

Sophie nodded. "Leah is Lucid. 'Safe, secure, and secret, overnight.'" Sophie gestured expansively. "She's been running the Dream Party for a little over a year now. It's good for her husband, Dave's, business." Sophie nodded at a bearded man in one corner, jamming with half a dozen other guitarists. "He's my luthier. The Party is for friends and networking. Once you're in, you're usually in for good, and it gets easier to find the place on your own."

"Wow." Nereid smelled food, and her dream-stomach growled at her. Looking around, she spotted the table piled high with victuals. "Is that the buffet?"

"Yeah, I'm starving too," Sophie said, and they made their way through the crowd.

It was slow going, since every few feet, someone hailed Sophie and hugged her, or shook her hand, or complimented her outfit. The other outfits were wild, too, even for someone as accustomed to the spandex vista as Nereid: plastics and satins and silks, gem colors and blinding patterns and funny hats. Nereid was, in fact, beginning to feel acutely underdressed.

They finally gained the table, and Nereid ravenously scooped Swedish meatballs and delicate pastry hors d'oeurves and cream puffs and cheese-and-onion pasties onto her plate, which was cobalt blue glass with copper edging. When she looked more closely at the glass, she could see distant stars drifting through it.

"Cool, huh?" The guy Sophie had pointed out as Dave grinned at her from across the table.

She nodded. "Does she make them herself?"

He nodded and said, "You know she makes everything herself here, right?"

Nereid smiled faintly. "I think I'm still a little confused."

He took something that appeared to be women's fingers, dipped in chocolate, off a plate on the table. He noticed her appalled look. "Lady's fingers," he said. "Cookies, honest." He broke one open to show her the spongy yellow center. "It's a little disorienting until you get used to it. And everyone's subconscious is a little closer to the surface, you know." He waved a hand in front of his face. "Filters are low. You have to be careful."

She nodded again and waved as he turned away into the crowd to answer someone who was calling his name.

Nereid drifted around the party, letting the sights and sounds flood over and around her. She ate the extremely good food on her plate and drank an exceptionally tasty raspberry Italian soda. She didn't really engage in any conversation, though she listened to the guitarists for a while.

Finally, something burrowed up into her consciousness. It was urgent that she speak to Sophie. Imperative. Right now.

So she went looking for her.

She found her, after a long search that involved rock-climbing, a set of stairs that reminded her of the Winchester mystery house, and a brief fling through the ballroom scene in Labyrinth.

"Sophie!" Nereid said, out of breath.

Sophie turned from the conversation she'd been having with a tentacled alien and a small blue dragon and frowned with some concern. "Pacifica, are you all right?"

"Sophie!" Nereid said again. "They're kicking me off the team!"

Sophie's face went blank and still. "I know."

"You know?" Nereid said. "You didn't tell me! Wire told me!"

"I know that too," Sophie said.

"But you're on the team too," Nereid said. "You didn't vote against me, did you?" A small part of her cursed at having asked the question, because she really didn't want to know the answer. And yet she did.

Sophie's face was still expressionless, but she said, in a soft voice that somehow carried over the party hubbub, "I wasn't invited to the meeting."

Which didn't answer the question, Nereid thought. "Will you still like me when I'm not on the team any more?" she asked, and writhed inwardly at her voice, which reminded her of her whiny, wheedling, pathetic high school self.

Sophie turned her face away and went back to talking to her scaly companions. Nereid watched her, pain curdling in her chest, expecting that Sophie would turn around and say something to her any moment.

Any moment now.

Really.

But Sophie didn't.

Nereid eventually staggered away, clutching at her breastbone. She sloshed as she walked, weeping copiously from every pore of her body. She curled up in a corner near what she thought was the hallway they came in, and covered her face.

Leah found her there a little later, sitting in a puddle, next to a wall that was weeping along with her. She gently guided Nereid down a quiet corridor. "Next time won't be so bad," Leah said as she turned to go. "It takes some getting used to." And she left Nereid in a blessedly amnesiac dream of a sunny, empty beach.

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