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estinoseSummary: Richie, contemplating a new twist in his life, runs across something stranger.
This is a crossover vignette. None of the characters belong to me, but instead to Rysher, the BBC, and some others.
Some Things Are Weirder
by Estirose
copyright 1998
He bet he was the only sheet-clad corpse running around on the Parisian streets. At least he wasn't a dissected corpse. He could be thankful that he'd missed that part of the whole process.
Richie stopped for breath behind a weird blue box. He assumed by the markings that it was some kind of English memorabilia brought over. Although it was really weird that they'd placed it in an alley.
Not that he minded, of course. It was hiding him. He didn't want to be seen in this sheet. It was likely that anyone seeing him would think he'd been involved in something foolish, but he still didn't want to be seen.
"Excuse me," someone said, with a British accent. He turned around to see a man in a weird outfit, an old fashioned set of clothing with a very long scarf, hurry towards him. The man was followed by a young, very nice looking woman in a slightly more modern outfit. She smiled at him.
"Sorry," he said, getting out of the way. To his astonishment, the man unlocked the door and went inside. Well, if he wanted to get into things in that box, he was welcome to do so.
Richie was not astonished, therefore, when the box started to shake and make noise. He was, however, when it disappeared.
After a few moments to reclaim his jaw, he continued on his way to Mac's barge. At least some things were weirder than a corpse running around in a sheet.
-the end
This is a crossover vignette. None of the characters belong to me, but instead to Rysher, the BBC, and some others.
Some Things Are Weirder
by Estirose
copyright 1998
He bet he was the only sheet-clad corpse running around on the Parisian streets. At least he wasn't a dissected corpse. He could be thankful that he'd missed that part of the whole process.
Richie stopped for breath behind a weird blue box. He assumed by the markings that it was some kind of English memorabilia brought over. Although it was really weird that they'd placed it in an alley.
Not that he minded, of course. It was hiding him. He didn't want to be seen in this sheet. It was likely that anyone seeing him would think he'd been involved in something foolish, but he still didn't want to be seen.
"Excuse me," someone said, with a British accent. He turned around to see a man in a weird outfit, an old fashioned set of clothing with a very long scarf, hurry towards him. The man was followed by a young, very nice looking woman in a slightly more modern outfit. She smiled at him.
"Sorry," he said, getting out of the way. To his astonishment, the man unlocked the door and went inside. Well, if he wanted to get into things in that box, he was welcome to do so.
Richie was not astonished, therefore, when the box started to shake and make noise. He was, however, when it disappeared.
After a few moments to reclaim his jaw, he continued on his way to Mac's barge. At least some things were weirder than a corpse running around in a sheet.
-the end
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