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Wonder City Stories II #2
Nov. 15th, 2010 02:22 pmKeep Your Knives Ever Sharp
"How's the leg?" Megan asked Simon as they stood in line in the January chill to get into the Unobtainium Chef Competition at the Wonder City Community Studios. It was a fundraiser for restoring the area of downtown that had taken the worst of the damage from Josh Feldstein's outburst, especially the women's shelter that had gotten wrecked a few blocks from the restaurants.
Simon stomped a boot experimentally, leaning on his cane. "It's still sore. Mom thinks it'll always tell me about the weather. After all, it's not really entirely regenerated, just... boosted a little."
"How did your mom keep hold of a device like that anyway?" Megan said, tossing the end of her rainbow-patterned scarf -- knitted for her by Zoltan on the general model of a certain very long scarf worn by a television character -- over her shoulder.
"She invented it specifically to only heal people with a certain combination of genes," Simon said, looking away. "Genes that only appear in people who are descended from her and who are able to shapechange. So it won't work on a couple of Jasmine's kids, for instance. It won't work on Dad. That sort of thing."
"And the government let her keep it without trying to tweak it to work on other people?" Megan said incredulously as they started to shuffle forward through the studio doors.
Simon shrugged with one shoulder, still looking away. "She has to come up with all sorts of dodges to keep most of her things out of government hands. Plus, the government has its own set of mad scientists. Mom isn't the be-all and end-all."
Megan said, "Huh," and took a goodie bag from the tired-looking production assistant at the door. "Thanks," she mumbled, ducking her head as she passed into the overheated interior.
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From the author:
This extra super-sized episode of Wonder City Stories -- and cameo of Hanne Blank -- is brought to you by a generous donation to the Deb's Liver Lovers Auction, back in May.
I hope you enjoyed the Unobtanium Chef competition! Any errors in the food presentation are mine and mine alone, but I note that the composition of the various menus owe a great deal to my wife, whose food I am fortunate enough to eat on a regular basis and in whose brilliance I am fortunate enough to bask, and to Hanne's blog. The other chefs (Apricots and Aubergines and Stoatheart) are not based on any human being, and any resemblance you might see is entirely accidental.
Surprisingly, I seem to have more time to write with the busted arm, though I have to take breaks more frequently. Once I got off the percocet, writing was MUCH easier. :)
Vote for us at Top Web Fiction! Help us get back up the ratings! I'm sure that will make me feel better. :)
"How's the leg?" Megan asked Simon as they stood in line in the January chill to get into the Unobtainium Chef Competition at the Wonder City Community Studios. It was a fundraiser for restoring the area of downtown that had taken the worst of the damage from Josh Feldstein's outburst, especially the women's shelter that had gotten wrecked a few blocks from the restaurants.
Simon stomped a boot experimentally, leaning on his cane. "It's still sore. Mom thinks it'll always tell me about the weather. After all, it's not really entirely regenerated, just... boosted a little."
"How did your mom keep hold of a device like that anyway?" Megan said, tossing the end of her rainbow-patterned scarf -- knitted for her by Zoltan on the general model of a certain very long scarf worn by a television character -- over her shoulder.
"She invented it specifically to only heal people with a certain combination of genes," Simon said, looking away. "Genes that only appear in people who are descended from her and who are able to shapechange. So it won't work on a couple of Jasmine's kids, for instance. It won't work on Dad. That sort of thing."
"And the government let her keep it without trying to tweak it to work on other people?" Megan said incredulously as they started to shuffle forward through the studio doors.
Simon shrugged with one shoulder, still looking away. "She has to come up with all sorts of dodges to keep most of her things out of government hands. Plus, the government has its own set of mad scientists. Mom isn't the be-all and end-all."
Megan said, "Huh," and took a goodie bag from the tired-looking production assistant at the door. "Thanks," she mumbled, ducking her head as she passed into the overheated interior.
( Read more... )
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From the author:
This extra super-sized episode of Wonder City Stories -- and cameo of Hanne Blank -- is brought to you by a generous donation to the Deb's Liver Lovers Auction, back in May.
I hope you enjoyed the Unobtanium Chef competition! Any errors in the food presentation are mine and mine alone, but I note that the composition of the various menus owe a great deal to my wife, whose food I am fortunate enough to eat on a regular basis and in whose brilliance I am fortunate enough to bask, and to Hanne's blog. The other chefs (Apricots and Aubergines and Stoatheart) are not based on any human being, and any resemblance you might see is entirely accidental.
Surprisingly, I seem to have more time to write with the busted arm, though I have to take breaks more frequently. Once I got off the percocet, writing was MUCH easier. :)
Vote for us at Top Web Fiction! Help us get back up the ratings! I'm sure that will make me feel better. :)
