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The first of the bonus holiday stories is done. I know must brush off my Speech Arts skills and practice my dramatic reading so that I can record it for the Weblit-tle Town of Festivity podio collection.
This week I've finally got up the next GURD 2108 update. Bit 8 is now up. I think it will be this month's only update for GURD 2108 as I am trying to get a bit ahead on The Shadows of Sicily before I head out for a weeks holiday at the beginning of August.
Parker chuckled awkwardly and leaned into Gail’s hug. He reached his left arm around and patted her shoulder; his right being squished as he tried not to spill any oatmeal. He smiled softly at her, and she beamed in return. “Can I finish making the oatmeal, now?”
Gail sighed and looked at Parker.
Parker blinked. “What?” he shrugged.
Gail simply shook her head, hoisted her pack, and went back up the stairs to the guest room. She proceeded through the door and plopped down on the right side of the bed, dropping her pack near the bedside table. Parker followed within moments. He stood staring at the back of her honey coloured hair from his side of the bed.
“What?” Parker asked. “What did I do now?”
The dancing lasted two more hours, and Parker spent the first one sitting uncomfortably in the common house watching Gail have fun. So when Shuhjeet sat to have a drink, Parker asked him if he could step in. “Sure,” Shuhjeet replied.
When Parker walked over the where Alice, Czajka, and Gail waited for Shuhjeet, he was met with two wide-eyed friends and one mirthful girlfriend. “It’s about time you got off your ass and joined in,” Gail said. Parker just bowed and took his place in the square.
Parker and Jonah stared at each other for a long moment. “So, I’m here to negotiate for CommBloc 80120’s spot in the GURD marketplace,” Parker said.
Jonah nodded, this was not news to him. “Yes, was there something specific you wanted, other than the usual place at the markets?” Places at the markets were automatic, barring a CommBloc having annoyed the vast majority of the other CommBlocs. If they weren’t no one would be able to get the supplies they needed.
“Yes, actually,” Parker said. “We were wanting to host the post-Equinox market.”
In honour of my cousin's birthday tod... no, wait, it's now officially yesterday. But I haven't gone to sleep, so I'm calling it 'today'.
Czajka peddled the rickshaw along the broken and partially overgrown roads. It was a good two hours from Comm Bloc 80120, also known as Strawberry Hill, to Windsong. Parker and Gail didn’t bother trying to engage their friend in conversation, instead they used the optional passenger pedals to assist. The best way to make certain Czajka was still their friend was to help with the work. Especially considering he was hauling not just them, but their Comm Bloc goods, as well.