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The Chickening - Part 9



        Division

Veronica repeated the question. ‘Why are you here?’ she asked. The person at the desk said nothing for a few seconds. Outside the wind howled and the air had the spark of electricity as the storm gained power.

Finally, Veronica responded. ‘Working.’

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The Chickening - Part 8



        Room 237

Veronica slowly walked up the stairs to the guest rooms above. “Room 237, room 237” she muttered to herself. Soon she was on the level where all the room numbers began with two. She walked along the corridor and around the corner. She saw the door. ‘Room 237,’ Veronica muttered as she approached. The door was closed but there was a key in the keyhole. She turned the handle, the door opened. Slowly Veronica stepped inside.

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The Chickening - Part 7


        A few hours before…

So many ideas. New ideas, new experiments, new thoughts. In the middle of the hotel lounge, Veronica walked around the large desk thinking, then walked around again before she sat again on the chair and began to write more on the paper. She filled the paper and grabbed another, writing fast. So many ideas! How long had she worked, when did she last time sleep?

So many ideas! So many, no time to sleep, sleep.

A corridor.

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The Chickening - Part 6

 

          Doors

Something was out there. Something was outside the bedroom door. Veronica rushed to the window. Could she open it? Climb out? Jump? No, it was too high. What to do? What to do?

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The Chickening - Part 5

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         Insomnia

Veronica lay in her bed in guest room 101 looking up to the ceiling. She could not sleep. Did she really see the chickens or was it the imagination? Outside the wind howled as the storm came closer. How long had she lay here? Minutes? Hours? She had thirst now. She needed something to drink. She got out of the bed, wore one of the hotel fluffy bathrobes, and grabbed her portable light.

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The Chickening - Part 4

         The Experiment

Using one of the generators it was six hours to charge the batterie and almost the same time to reconnect it to the buggy. Easy to remove, not so easy to remember how to return it. Finally it was back in the buggy, and after some “improvements” it was ready to test.

Veronica put the buggy in the lounge and checked it one more time. All good. She sat in it and with excitement pulled the power lever.

Nothing happened.

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The Chickening - Part 3


       Four Days Later

The boiler was making strange sounds again. Veronica turned the release valve. A noise of air and steam escaping came from above and the strange sounds stopped. She walked to one of the generators and checked her repair of yesterday. All was good, the wires still connected.

Suddenly she heard the strange boiler sound again but then realised it was from her stomach. Time for food.

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The Chickening - Part 2

       Closing Day


Veronica entered the Hangover Hotel and walked to the reception desk where a woman was busy clearing the desk of papers and a vase of drooping flowers.

'Hi,' Veronica said cheerfully. 'I am here for chicken.'

The woman behind the desk suddenly froze, and looked to Veronica with a look of horror. 'What did you say?' she said.

'I am here for check in,' Veronica repeated

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The Chickening - Part 1


The Interview


‘Have you experience of hotel work?’ Stephen Kuhbrick, the Manager of the Hangover Hotel, asked Veronica as they sat in his office.

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A Good Turn of Events

Veronica returned and knocked on the door.
'Go away!' shouted a voice from inside.
Veronica turned and left.

Veronica returned and knocked on the door.
'I said go away!' shouted a voice from inside.
Veronica turned and left.

Veronica returned and knocked on the door and immediately opened it a little.
'No!' shouted a voice.
Veronica closed the door, turned and left.

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Sticking Around

Das, Fenster, Brett, stood in the grasslands outside Picus. Fenster began to lean against the window sill and almost fell before he remembered they were outside and there was no window sill. Das smiled and tried not to laugh. Each of them held a curved stick. Brett looked at his. 'Why did Veronica make these for us?' Brett asked.

'They are Christmas gifts,' Fenster explained. 'Something about her travels.'

'She travels down under,' Das said.

'The New Flagstaff sewers?' Brett asked.

Das and Fenster both looked to Brett.

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The Watchers

Luka pulled down the purple cloth from the window, more a hole than a window, in the New Flagstaff lab upstair storeroom to bring in light and then suddenly leapt back with a fright from the face staring in.

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Sight for sore ears

He looked down the gun sights again toward the inn door. Yes, this was the ideal position. Here he was hidden, but he had a direct view to the door where his target would leave the inn. Who would have thought a grassy knoll would be such a perfect place for a sniper?

He removed a bullet from a jacket pocket and placed it in the gun. He then put the gun back into position and checked the sight again. Perfect.

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What is in the box?

Veronica looked at the box. The repair was good. Already she had tested it, almost it was ready, Only a few parts to change to finish the repair. Shadow was right, Hyle will like it greatly. Veronica will soon return it to Shadow so he can give his gift to Hyle.

She put her hands on the box ready to lift the lid. ‘Almost ready,’ she said. ‘What did you say it is?’ a voice behind her said. She turned around to where Das, Fenster, and…. ‘Where is Brett?’ she asked. ‘He went to the Medic,’ Fenster said.

‘Again?’ Veronica asked. ‘Was there another accident?’

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A Moment of Metamorphosis Madness

As Veronica Volt one morning after troublesome dreams awoke, she found herself transformed into a giant purple insect.

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I, Rabbit

Veronica heard a voice, opened her eyes, and blinked a few times. 'Am I still asleep?' she said trying to focus on the giant rabbit with glowing eyes crounching in front of her.
"Veronica..." the giant rabbit said calmly. 'I have come to help you lead my bunnies.'
Veronica sat up in her corner of the Luka Lab Storeoom in New Flagstaff.
'Wait,' she said. 'Is this something about time? and loop? and loop?'
The giant rabbit ignored the question, twitched his nose, and said 'They have gone wrong. Bunnies are supposed to be nice and cute.'

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Run! Rabbit, Run!

Hope Springs farm fields, Rabbit Day

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The Christmas Tree of Picus Ridge

It was a quite cold evening as Das, Fenster, Brett, stood admiring the Christmas tree like three wise men examining mysteries of the universe.

'It is an impressive tree,' Das said pulling on his red and white scarf. He leaned against the windowsill and almost fell over, quickly remembering they were all outside in the Picus Ridge courtyard, not near a windowsill.

'There is a lot of purple,' Fenster remarked.

'True,' responded Brett. 'We can guess why.'

Suddenly the tree shook a little and spoke. 'Purple is a nice colour for Christmas.'

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Inzahnity

Veronica arrived at the Medic building early. The dark skies showed a storm was coming. It was important to arrive before the rain Veronica told to herself. Nothing at all because of her toothdoctor, Mr Vollmund, the handsome Mr Vollmund, with his kind face, soothing voice, dark curl which falls over the eye. Nothing at all.

A sign hung on the door read:

     Inzahnity Toothdoctors
     Here this week

She opened the door and went inside.

Another sign.

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The Wild Life of New Flagstaff

‘No!’
‘Yes!’
‘No!’
‘Yes!’
‘There are!’
‘No, only orange and black’
‘You are wrong!’ the little girl said to her mother as they walked along the street in New Flagstaff. ‘I have seen one.’
‘You have never seen one,’ the mother said shaking her head. ‘Only pictures in the books.’
‘I have,’ the little girl said with much exasperation.’
The mother smiled ‘Really? White with purple stripes?’
‘Yes!’ the little girl said wondering if her mother now believed her.
‘No!’
‘Yes!’

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The Art of Laughter

Veronica looked again at the painting. 'This is pre-electric light style?' she asked.

Hyle smiled. 'Pre-Raphealite,' she corrected. 'It is Pre-Raphealite. I painted a Pre-Raphealite V V'

'I have not read the poem,' Veronica said. 'What did you say it is called? The Lady of Shallots?'

Hyle could hold back no longer and burst into laughter. Veronica looked to Hyle confused first, then smiled, then grinned, then also burst into laughter.

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Lost at Shore - Part 5 Finale

The storm howled outside as Veronica, the three sailors and "Captain" Graham of the recloning bunker sat around a wooden table, sipping rum. The wet coat and hat of the Captain hanging from a hook.

'We drifted,' Jim explained. 'Lost at shore, no compass, stars hidden.'

'We could not find the way back,' Stormy added. 'All at sea, all at sea we were.'

'Marooned,' Ishmael exclaimed. 'We were marooned.'

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Lost at Shore - Part 4

It was amazing, so real it was real, even sails. The ship was large enough for the three men but small enough to hide behind the hill. What was even stranger were the four big wheels attached. Veronica looked closer and noticed the ship was on a wooden frame on wheels.

'Our ship!' Stormy said. 'The problem is we have no water to sail on,' Stormy added moving his hand around the land around them.

'You built this?' Veronica asked amazed.

'Yes,' Jim said. 'If only we can sail. Imagine! Us on the water! Jim Hawkins back on the sea!'

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Lost at Shore - Part 3

'Are you sure we are not on the sea?' groaned Veronica.

'Sure,' said Stormy. 'On the land unfortunately.'

'But we are still swaying,' complained Veronica.

Jim laughed, 'It is the rum Veronica.'

'I will never drink room again,' Veronica groaned. 'My head feels terrible.'

Bang! Bang! Ishmael was hitting a hammer on a metal rod. 'How does this work?' he asked.

'No! No!' moaned Veronica. 'Too much noise!'

'I am trying to make a magnet,' Ishmael said.

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Lost at Shore - Part 2

The sailors were singing.

What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
What shall we do with a drunken Veronica?
Early in the morning!

"I am noth thrunk," Veronica said red eyes half closed and waving a bottle in front of her as she sat on a chest in the sailor hut.

'Are you sure?' Ishmael said. 'You look a little unsteady.'

'Noth,' Veronica said speaking a little louder than normal. She stood up, swayed a little and grabbed the box to stop her falling.

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Lost at Shore

'Ahoy!'

Veronica looked around. Nobody. Strange.

'Ahoy!'

The voice again. Veronica looked around again. Nobody.

'Up here!'

Veronica looked up. Nobody.

'Behind you! Up here!'

Veronica turned around and looked up. There was a tower near a wooden hut. Up the tower on the ledge was a man dressed in white. He waved at Veronica.

'Ahoy!'

Perhaps he is Czech, Veronica thought. 'Err.. ahoy,' she replied. 'Errr...dobree den...'

'Dobee what?' the man said confused.

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Getting Ahead

Veronica had driven the buggy down this road many times towards New Flagstaff. She knew every hole, every rock, every plant in the road to avoid. Left - avoid the hole - right - avoid the large rock - right again - avoid the plant growing up - left - avoid the big hat.

Big hat?

Veronica stopped and jumped from the buggy to investigate.

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Talents Uncovered

'Why does she decide to paint when it is so cold?' Sharky complained sitting in a room in the house of Hyle.

'Keep still!' Hyle called out with a paintbrush in her hand. 'Or you will be a blur in the painting.'

'Keep still when shivering?' Sharky grumbled. He moved his gaze to Veronica sitting beside him. 'Why are you not cold?'

'It is not so cold,' Veronica replied. 'Imagine being warm, sunshine, sauna, campfire, hot soup-'

'Okay, okay' Sharky said. He closed his eyes a moment before opening them again. 'No, still cold,' he said.

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Suspicions from ages left

Brett felt very uncomfortable in the protective suit as he awkwardly walked to his friends, Das and Fenster, standing near the window.

'What?' Brett asked from under the protective mask as he noticed the smiles on their faces. 'What is so funny?'

'Nothing,' Das said. 'Yes nothing,' Fenster agreed still smiling. Both laughed. 'Sorry,' Fenster said,' but with the mask you sound like that Derek Vader, or that is what i was told he sound like.'

'Why me? Why does Bogenschütze not go?' Brett complained.

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Prickly temper

 

Luka stepped out of the lab door and breathed deep the fresher air outside. The lab was not smelling so good. He was beginning to suspect the moisture making mud, perfect for shampoos, or so the Traveller guy had told to him, the mud which smelled of creeper dung, was creeper dung.

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