WAR: DH: And This Little DH Went To Party...

By: DieHard Dory

Location: DH Headquarters, The Hive
Date: November 10, 2004
Time: 8:00 pm

Dory put on the only dress she brought to Toronto, a little
black one reminiscent of Morticia's that she remembered
fondly, as it was the one she wore to her High School
Junior Prom.  She debated bringing the rose-themed one
everyone said she looked nice in, but did not want to be
mistaken for a DP while wearing it, in respect to them,
of course.  She put on the jacket she begged her drugstore-
clerk brother to get her, and she left the Museum, on her
way to the Hive.  She walked, knowing the slight danger
of doing so all alone, keeping a sharp eye all around her.
"Fool me once, shame on me" was one of her mottos.  She
at least had comfort in the no-kill, no-maim, no-bring-
across war fulcrum, but it said nothing of bruises or a
mugging.

She got to the Hive, and put up her coat and gloves.  She
looked around for her fellow Arizonan Knightie, and a
few other people she had always wanted to meet. She
made polite conversation with a kind Ratpacker, enjoying
the "Screed-Speak."  A linguist, Dory wished she knew at
least as many languages as Nick.  For now, English in all
its forms, Spanish, and touches of French and Sign Language
would have to do.  After she and the Ratpacker parted
company, she looked around for other familiar faces,
avoiding running into the one that, known only to herself,
attracted her the most.  "Last thing I need is to fall into
his whammy," she told herself.  She also looked around for
The other DieHards, and came up oh-for-three.  Where were
they?  She knew, at least as a Libertarian, that people have
a right to thier freedom, but this was borderlining on
missing-persons territory.  She considered standing up on
a chair and asking if anyone had seen the others, but this
just would not be right to the guest of honour, Lady Janette.
Not to mention that it would embarrass the heck out of the
other DieHards, not such a bright idea.  "Eh, they will turn up
eventually, I hope."

Dory drank something without alcohol, hemoglobin, or
coffee, as she had a hard time picking which one she would
willingly drink first.  She socialized a bit more, this time
with a Knightie.  She said goodbye, and left, negating
hollering her favourite 11-letter Greek "love word"
contraction as she stepped into the cold.  She left, got back
to the DieHard HQ, and went to bed.

---end DH:And This Little DH Went To Party...---
AgapePhilos anyway,
Dory