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Another One Rides The Bus
Who: Lenny, Gretchen, anyone with dream powers
What: A rather literal "prophetic" dream comes to Lenny
Where: The dream is on the #27 Cape City Bus
When: Reality: Aug 23rd. Dream: An undated night of the waning gibbous moon
The warm August night air is a welcome change to sitting in his workshop all day. Lenny takes in a deep breath and smiles at the darkness.
Without looking up at the sky, he can feel the power of Mother Luna above him, smiling down and blessing him with her wisdom and vision.
The bus stop is dirty but he doesn't mind waiting. Something about the ritual of going home at the end of the night always seems to help calm him down. The faceless people of the city mindlessly mill about, casually avoiding Lenny.
The doors of the #27 hiss as they open, the faceless bus driver nodding silently as Lenny steps in, dropping his $3.25 in change into the till. The bus is entirely empty, except for a single seat about halfway back -- right near the rear exit. Something about the features of the young woman sitting there strikes Lenny, though he's not quite sure what it is.
He walks over and takes the seat next to her, arranging his heavy duffle at his feet, the sound of clanking tools coming from within. The left breast of his navy jumpsuit has embroidered:
Midnight Electric Solutions
Leonard Crowne
Owner
Without turning to look at her, he says softly, "pretty lovely night out tonight, isn't it."
What: A rather literal "prophetic" dream comes to Lenny
Where: The dream is on the #27 Cape City Bus
When: Reality: Aug 23rd. Dream: An undated night of the waning gibbous moon
The warm August night air is a welcome change to sitting in his workshop all day. Lenny takes in a deep breath and smiles at the darkness.
Without looking up at the sky, he can feel the power of Mother Luna above him, smiling down and blessing him with her wisdom and vision.
The bus stop is dirty but he doesn't mind waiting. Something about the ritual of going home at the end of the night always seems to help calm him down. The faceless people of the city mindlessly mill about, casually avoiding Lenny.
The doors of the #27 hiss as they open, the faceless bus driver nodding silently as Lenny steps in, dropping his $3.25 in change into the till. The bus is entirely empty, except for a single seat about halfway back -- right near the rear exit. Something about the features of the young woman sitting there strikes Lenny, though he's not quite sure what it is.
He walks over and takes the seat next to her, arranging his heavy duffle at his feet, the sound of clanking tools coming from within. The left breast of his navy jumpsuit has embroidered:
Leonard Crowne
Owner
Without turning to look at her, he says softly, "pretty lovely night out tonight, isn't it."