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azurelunatic) wrote2001-12-17 10:38 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-12-17 10:38 am
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Crisis 1: The Waking
Normally I like to wake up to my alarm clock, the happy loud siren sound that generally wakes me within the first instant, or within the first minute.
This morning, I wake up half an hour before that to the sound of Votania screaming, "Azz, get out here RIGHT NOW!!!" It's the sound she reserves for natural or unnatural disasters: hurricane, fire, invasion of ickies from another dimension, kid unconscious and not breathing, earthquake. I barely grab a blanket (I'm wearing underpants and perhaps my glasses, I'm not sure) and scramble for the door --
-- to be confronted with one of the more mundanely appalling disasters I have ever seen.
This morning, I wake up half an hour before that to the sound of Votania screaming, "Azz, get out here RIGHT NOW!!!" It's the sound she reserves for natural or unnatural disasters: hurricane, fire, invasion of ickies from another dimension, kid unconscious and not breathing, earthquake. I barely grab a blanket (I'm wearing underpants and perhaps my glasses, I'm not sure) and scramble for the door --
-- to be confronted with one of the more mundanely appalling disasters I have ever seen.