Wednesday 16 October 2013

S6.183 - Babble On Project

The Story So Far: The personified math-tans have been cast out of mathematics. Seeking probability in order to return, Logan and his crew made it to Fractal City - but not without cost. As his group try to understand the fractal inhabitants, the other mathematical relations struggle to come to terms with the repercussions of losing a primary function.

QT ran for the hotel elevator, late for the meeting at Logan's gazebo downstairs. "PleaseDontStartWithoutMe, PleaseDontStartWithoutMe," the quartic panted to herself as she stabbed multiple times at the call button. She supposed she should be thinking of an excuse. She couldn't tell the others the real reason why she was late.

Well, okay, she could tell them that she'd overslept. She couldn't tell them she'd overslept because she and ParaB, the conic version of the parabola, had been getting intimate together the previous night. Again. QT's cheeks went pink at the memory.

Of course, they both knew they had to stop their tryst. They were just using each other. QT was using ParaB to satiate her biquadratic inclinations, and ParaB was using QT so that the conics would have an advocate within the polynomial family. It was all convenience, nothing more.

Oh, but then why did ParaB's lips have to feel so good? QT was starting to hate being all alone in the night.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. QT took a step inside, and then let out a little shriek. There was already somebody there.

The person turned to look at her. Or so QT assumed - it was impossible to be certain, as the form in the elevator was entirely concealed by their clothing. They had a shapeless cloak on their body, a pointed collar around their neck, and their head was hidden within some strange construction of constant width... which seemed to have a snowflake stuck onto the front. Getting over her initial shock, QT deliberately turned to face away from him. Her. It.

"And so it begins..." the being murmured, it's voice echoing oddly.

QT hit the button for the lobby. As the doors slid closed, she wondered if it would be rude to ignore her companion for the whole trip. "There is a whole in your mind," the being continued unnervingly, as if it could read her thoughts.

"What do you want?" she murmured without turning. There was no response. She glanced over her shoulder, then turned back to face the front. "No one here is exactly what he appears," she sighed.

"Nothing's the same anymore," the being affirmed. QT had no idea what to say to that, so she remained silent. An uncomfortable silence settled, until: "Why are you here? Do you have anything worth living for?"

The quartic girl felt the hairs on the back of her neck go up. She spun on her heel. "What do you WANT?" she repeated, now completely unnerved.

An opening within the snowflake seemed to open and close. "Never ask that question!" came the angry response. The elevator dinged for the lobby. QT fled through the doors before they had even fully opened.

The echoes of their conversation remained long after she had gone.


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