Scoot 2And so, after propping Jehovah’s LA-Z Boy in front of the closet door, the Gods of Hondo went forth unto Disneyland, but they didst find it to be excruciatingly boring and unbearably chirpy.
‘This place doth fail to meet our expectations,’ spake Derrick, the God of Fist-Pounding.
‘Let us make it more interesting,’ spake Matt, the God of Everything Else.
And so Matt didst cause all of the food to have the same effects as a laxative. And it came to pass that within half an hour, people were rioting at the restrooms.
‘Verily I say, that was good,’ laughed Derrick, ‘but I shall do better!’
And the God of Orange Juice Drinking caused the moon to become three in the shape of a mouse. And the people didst see the sign in the heavens and looked unto one another in confusion.
‘Surely thou broketh their brains,’ Matt didst concede, ‘but thou shalt not easily top what I am about to do!’
And the God of Everything Else ca
Tradewinds 17 CH 03Shades browsed the Market Quarter, still trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that weird dream left lingering in the back of his mind.
Now that he had a chance to slow down and look around at his own leisure, he found the city even more intriguing than his first impressive impression. Despite how much this quarter had been rebuilt since the quake, most of it looked to have been patterned after the old layout. Which, in and of itself, mostly consisted of building on top of older layers of the city. Alta seemed to have an ancient tradition of stacking, the end result being a hodgepodge of paths, stairways, terraces and ramps, with only a few main roads leading into the upper quarters. The upper levels newer and more thoroughly repaired than the lower levels. Looking at some general maps, he also noted how uneven the quake damage was, with some sections thoroughly demolished, and others mostly untouched, and he wondered if it really was a natural earthquake, or if something had coll
Tradewinds 17 CH 02Max wandered down one of the broad, angled streets of Alta, taking in the sights. While the roads were wider than the ways of Bodeen, many of which barely qualified as alleys, the buildings in this section were taller, on average, leaving many streets in the lower quarters in dusky shadow, even at high noon. Yet at least the place didn’t feel as seedy and disreputable as Bodeen.
Of course, the fact that most of this section had been repaired, if not rebuilt, in the last couple years, probably helped. Since the earthquake, the very one in which their friend of recent acquaintance, Ma’Quiver, and his master Lazlo got separated in, this sections was in pretty good shape, unlike some parts of town. Despite parting ways with him back on the Isle of Castaways, landing in this town still felt like crossing his path after a peculiar fashion.
And despite Ma’Quiver’s grim account of his time down there, Max still found he was fascinated with the idea of seeing the Underci