Challenge #01926-E102: Science Fiction, Double Feature
Let's hear it for all those cheesy Z grade movie monsters. -- Anon Guest
Shayde had started another side business. The facade declared it to be Armpit Theatre Entertainment. And a placard on one of the windows proudly proclaimed, We show the worst that humanity has to offer! Closer inspection revealed a subtitle to that which read, Yelling at the screen is encouraged if you are funny.
Was this one of her jokes on the rest of civilisation? Or was she making good on her promise of educating civilisation on the difference between 'good' and 'famous'? Either way, it was going to involve a briefing with Sherlock, so he decided to just go up and ask what the flakk she was up to and make a judgement call as to whether it would explode, and how soon.
Shayde had a knack for creating trouble, even when she was ostensibly attempting to avoid it. She noticed his stern face and this-better-not-be-trouble walk and said, "This is an educational initiative, I swear."
The enthusiastically smiling Archivaas by her side had a list on their data-reader. A list in ominously small print, with equally ominously narrow columns. "You must be the life assistant Rael."
"JOAT," corrected Rael. "And... something of a friend. Shayde... what is this and why is this?"
"I had some spare dosh lyin' about doin' nothin', ye ken, so I figured I could operate sommat at a loss. And why not sommat entertainin'?"
"Because your idea of entertainment involves a mile-wide trail and a lot of mop up in the aftermath," said Rael.
"Usually, aye," said Shayde. "But I got the official green light from the Archivaas Collective, ye ken."
And they didn't always have the best ideas, either. They were, collectively, civilisations' worst hoarders who had interbred with the worst cases of OCD. They collected and organised everything. And now they were embarking on something outside of their usual activities with a lifeform who could alter a being's perception of reality. And who had the Time to waste on something she thought would be funny.
Therefore, Rael asked, "Did you get the green light from Sherlock?"
"Oh aye, forms an' all," Shayde breezed, bringing up the list of approved paperwork. "Assigned a security detail 'n' everything. Three goon minimum."
She still hadn't properly absorbed the fact that one did not refer to security personnel as 'goons'. Besides, the Station Security Department preferred the whippy, nimble, and agile type for their staff. Certainly, they had a few of the bulky, muscular type, but they were generally used to prevent infractions by intimidation.
"Can you look me in the eye and promise me that this will not implode in new, interesting, or unpredictable ways?" he asked.
Shayde was a long time in pondering this. Rael did not like how long this was taking. She took a deep breath, looked him in the eye, and said, "Sorry. No."
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