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Time/Date: 11/9/04 Midnight
By: Shele
All persons used with permission

*****
"But I don't understand. Why am I going to be in a costume? It's not a
costume party."

"Well, duh." Shele continued pulling on the bodice laces. "It's a UF
party... No Dress Codes Allowed."

"So, again, why am I going to be in a costume? Ow! Not so tight!"

"Wimp. So, what, you should go in a little black dress, properly
fluffed, sparkled and preened, only to spend the whole evening
answering questions about where you were in the last war and what
you've been doing since...?"

"Wah! I don't want to go anymore!" Bons paled at the implications.
Without plausible deniability, she'd be vilified, castigated, *and* in
big trouble! _With_ it, she'd just be vilified and castigated.

"Arms. Now turn. Okay, let's look at you! Ah, how sweet! You're a
vision in lavender and lace... I can't say what you're a vision of,
mind you!"

Bons tried to kick her, but the crinolines pushed Shele away. <Oy! A
Californian's idea of a Southern Belle. Next time she's going as
Malibu Barbie! That'll teach her.>
***
"All aboard who's coming aboard!" Lisl tapped the truck's horn. "We're
really late - Let's get a move on!"

"Relax, we're on time, it's just the post that late!"

"That's why all the War posts have dates and times at the top of them.
We're fine!" Dee and Beverley consoled Lisl the best they could. Truth
be told, they were also a bit worried. They'd been given a mission to
complete and, if they didn't get to the party, the Nunkateer would
*not* be pleased. Seeing how the other Addicts were dressed, Dee and
Beverley realized how focused they were on their mission.

The sight of Bons sliding down the fire pole did little to ease their
minds. In fact, seeing hoops and crinolines billowing in the wind
caused a new crop of anxiety to sprout.

"Uh. Bons? Aren't you a bit over-dressed?"

Norman softly clucked at Cheyenne.

"A sanitarium, really?" "Oh. Poor Bons!" "Well I guess we'd better let
her be then. I don't want to be responsible for her having a relapse!"
The Addicts whispered to each other.

Dee cleared her throat a bit. "Uh, Bons? That's a beautiful dress! You
look absolutely charming in it!"

Shele led Bons to the truck. "See, it's working already! Stick with me
and, in no time at all, people will think you're crazy! It's kinda
like 'Carte Blanc Mange!"

***

At the UF party, Beverley and Dee slipped off to look for clues, signs
or perhaps the odd confessional note, indicating responsibility for an
attack so dirty, an attack so dastardly, an attack so despicable that
it caused the Shrine implode! More accurately, an attack so well
timed, it was destined to be unavenged! Only the miraculous revival,
the surprise awakening, the amazing disinterrement, the really neat
digging out of Patt could lead to its discovery.

Cheyenne and Lisl went in search of good possum-y fun. After the
sitting and waiting, and the waiting and the sitting, and the
anticipation of an enjoyable gathering, they were resigned to
eavesdropping on the other partygoers who had arrived on time.

Bons began making the rounds, planting the seed she hoped would bear
the fruit of tolerance, forgetfulness and perhaps some nice apricots.
"I thought it was a costume ball." She lamented, in a strictly
non-llama sense.

Shele headed for the bar. "Double whiskey with a side of sour,
please."

*****
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