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Last night's party was annoying and a bit embaressing, but I think everything worked out for the better. Perhaps it was fate...
Before the party, I hurried off to the library again. My mission? To convince that foolish librarian to let me see the microfilm from the newspapers more then twelve years old. She had refused to let me see them, and had given no explanation. What I wanted to see was the rolls from 1k990, the year of my birth and the jellyfishs appearence. This time I was going to get them...
Or not. "Here again?" the girl chirped, twisting her silver hair and pulling the already low neckline of her top down a bit too far. Ignoring her action, I said in as nasty a tone as I could summon, "I want the microfilm for all the papers from 1k990."
"You won't get them," she said in a disgustingly sweet voice. Just as I was about to explode, she leaned across her desk and wispered, "And you know why?"
"No!" I snapped, averting my eyes.
"Well, I'm smarter then you!" she said gleefully. "I'll tell you why...they aren't here!"
"What?!?" I couldn't belive my ears.
"That's right... There was a big fire here in 1k995, and it was all burnt."
"Great. Why couldn't you have told me that before?" I turned to go.
"You never asked!" she called after me. "Why don't you search what you're looking for online?"
I gritted my teeth. The simple answer was that you can only search online for somthing if you know what you're looking for. In this case, I didn't. And all my searchs, no matter if the were for sea-people, jellyfish, Gambino, mutants, or all of the above, had only come up with junk and irrelevent information. I stormed out.
That was when the embaressment started. The librarian had followed me out. As i stepped into the crowded theater hallway (a movie had just ended) she slipped an arm around my waist. "You're really sweet, you know," whe said, in that horrid sickly-sweet voice. "Why don't you come cool off in my office?" I bolted.
Yes, I bolted, knocking into three people, and drawing twice as much attention to us then we'd had before. I also seemed to have started a fight, for as I practicly skidded across the plaza, I heard the sounds of brawling comeing from the theater.
It might have been an omen of what was to come. When I got to Angel's place, she was nowhere in sight. By the time I'd changed into a tight red miniskirt and blue top (not my kind of clothes, but the only thing one can wear to a beach party), she was in the living room, dressed in high black boots and what looked like fancy underwear barely covered with a net dress, chattering with an equally underdressed friend, who looked like a fox-girl, except that she lacked a tail. Barefoot and relitively modestly dressed, I felt out of place.
My entrance was greeted by a squeal from Angel. "Oh, Dawna, Ria's just brought the most wonderful news! Your idol's on the Isle! Perhaps she'll come to the party!"
"My idol?" I had no idea what she was talking about.
"Come on... You see her on tv all the time... Never can turn off the news when she's on..." Seeing that I was still bewildered, she snapped, "Cindy Donovinh, you fool!"
"Cindy?" I was agast. If she was on the Isle... "You must be kidding...she's too busy to come here..." I was trying to reassure myself.
"She's here to do some kind of research!" the fox-girl said. "I met her myself!"
That was not very good at all. If Cindy was here I must not meet her! I didn't even want to think of what she would feel about me after what she had learned from the G-Corp database. And a thief to boot, I thought, remembering her reaction to my taking of the photo. I had given it back, but I didn't think she'd care now... "I don't think I'll go to the party after all," I said in what I hoped was a casual voice. "I don't feel to good..."
"But you must come!" Angel yelled at me. "You might meet Cindy Donovinh! Isn't that what you want? Why do you always watch her on tv if you don't want to meet her?"
I insisted on watching Cindy on tv as a sort of way to rub salt in the wounds of my conscience. It was a way to make myself remember who and what I was, and not to get lost in the luxery of my life here. I hoped to someday be able to make up to her... But all chances of that would be spoilt if I met her now! "Really, I just don't feel well..." I muttered.
"You're shy!" both Angel and the fox-girl said at the same time. "You're afraid of meeting her!" They looked at each other, then said loudly, "Well, we intend to make your day!"
And before I could see what they were about to do, they had grabbed me by both arms and were frogmarching me out the door, to meet my fate...