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b_musedMuse takes a deep breath and imaginates Carl back to her tree then imaginates up her favorite floweridy dress as she makes her way to the PTB’s offices. If any being asked her she couldn’t tell’em how she knows the way to get there from the Nexus Shore place, she just does. She steps off of the side walk when a group succubus’s push past her on their way inside the big building. She shakes her head and sighs. She doesn’t get how beings so pretty can do such naughty and bad things and still have all of their parts! It’s a miss story.
She really doesn’t want to go inside. The PTB’s act nice but sometimes They make her feel really feather dustry. What if this time They decide to put her back in the White Room?! She starts shivering. The White Room is bad, bad, bad, bad! She stares at the front door ‘til she knows she can’t put an’thing off on an’ thing else and has to go inside. She smoothes her hands over her dress a few times than walks in.
Nothing’s changed since the last time she was here. The same bad music plays in the background and the same poor potted plants are scattered ‘round the waiting room still looking like they’d like some sun but she notices that the being at the front desk is different. She hopes the last being didn’t get turned into an amoeba or an’thing. She takes number before sitting down in a corner, now it’s the real boring part. Waiting.
She dozes off lots before the Mr. Slate PTB comes out into the waiting room. She doesn’t know if that’s His real name or not but He looks sooooo much like the being on that Flint and Stones cartoon that she can’t help calling him that. Not to His face of course, that’s prob’ly a sure way to end up back in the White Room. Muse sits up straight and tries as hard as she can to follow ‘long with what he’s saying. But the longer he goes on and on ‘bout what muses should and should not do she starts thinkin’ ‘bout other stuff like her tree house. It’s prob’ly going to be a great one too!
“Muse, are you listening to me? Muse…”
She perks up and smiles brightly at Him when she hears Mr. Slate calling her name. She doesn’t think He paid for it though ‘cause He starts frowning at her.
“You can go now; We haven’t decided who We’re placing you with yet. But that doesn’t mean that you can behave in a manner that is un-musely, do you understand Me?”
Muse’s smile falters a little, she hates this part. She always feels like she’s on a trail. She pushes her-being up then folds her hands together.
“Yes Sir… Good muses don’t imaginate up an’thing. That’s only something that The Powers That Be do, not muses. Any muse that does imaginate up things should be turned into an amoeba ‘cause trying to act like an’thing other than what a muse is ‘serves to be punished. Good muses don’t let an’being touch them an’where that’s covered by their clothes. If they do let beings touch them there, then parts will fall off and bad things will happen to the muse who tries to be a succubus. The only time naughty touches may be ‘llowed is if a muse is bonded.” She looks down and sighs, this is the worst part but she knows that she can’t go ‘til she says it. “Since I prob’ly won’t ever be bonded and I’m used to my parts then I shouldn’t even think ‘bout touches at all.”
She waits ‘til he pats her on her head ‘fore looking up. He’s smiling and nodding so she takes that as a good sign and that she didn’t forget an’thing this time. She’s about to smile when He starts speaking and she suddenly doesn‘t quite feel like smiling an‘more.
“You forgot to mention staying away from the Incubus’s… but that’s okay. We’ll forgive you, this time. Just like We’ll ignore the rumors that have been circulating that you’ve been trying to learn to read and write. Because We know you wouldn’t do anything like that when We’ve told you that you shouldn’t waste your time on such things.”
She doesn’t get what’s wrong with her learning stuff but she doesn’t say an’thing. They must have Their reasons and since They’re the PTB’s and she’s just a muse, whose she to argue?
“No, Sir. I’m not doing an’thing bad. I know that I should be practicing’ to be a better muse for my next fleshie and I am!”
The Mr. Slate PTB chuckles and pats her head ’gain. She wants to pull ‘way but doesn’t dare budge.
“We know… you can go now, We’ve got a three-thirty tee time. Just remember… We’re always watching you.”
She nods so much she knows her eyes are rattling ‘round in her head as she starts side-stepping her way to the door.
“Yes Sir… I’m uhhh one glad Muse that You’re watchin’ me, yeah! Cause I know You love me and I ummm hope you have a good golf! Bye Sir!”
Muse doesn’t wait to see if the PTB has an’thing more to say and rushes out the door. She wants to be far, far ‘way from this place ‘fore she accidentally slips up and says what she’s been up to. They might make her friends go ‘way and she can’t have that! She imaginates ‘way her dress then runs as fast as she can towards her tree. It feels like she’s run forever and half a day ‘fore she finally spots it and starts smiling for real. Least up there no being will make her say stuff she doesn’t want to say. It’s not fair that no other muse has to say what she has to say but… They’re the PTB’s and They’re always right so They must know better than she does.
She stays clear and climbs all the way up to her branch. Even tho’ she doesn’t much feel like writing, she grabs her crayon and paper.
Eye doent wahnt two beee an ameeba! Eye ned two beee mur ful ov cayres…
She puts up her paper and crayon. She imaginates up Carl and curls up. It doesn’t take long ‘fore she’s fast asleep.
