> > #324: Untold Tales of the Lair Legion: Going Down - First Part
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> > What has gone before: This story is the continuation from Untold Daily Tales of the Lair Legion versus [Spoiler Villain You Won’t Be Able to Guess].
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> > For those too lazy to click the link there’s a summary blacked out below. Highlight it to read it:
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> > Secret Service courier Francis Cornhill vanished while on camera alone in an elevator. He was carrying vital documents regarding the ongoing investigation into the mysterious Shadow Cabinet conspiracy. The Legion’s investigations led them to many other mysterious elevator-related incidents over the last couple of years. Hatman and CSFB! had a first-hand incident when their clothes and equipment vanished off their backs as they travelled in one such lift. Al B. and the Shoggoth’s attempts to replicate the strange phenomenon brought them a lift-carload of nuns, but not their habits. Now Yuki’s brain has similarly disappeared, leaving her cyborg body in automatic defence mode – about to kill the nearest possible assailant, who is unfortunately the Librarian.
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> > Previous chapters at The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom.
> > Descriptions of cast at Who's Who in the Parodyverse.
> > Locations explained in Where's Where in the Parodyverse.
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> > ***
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> >  The high speed elevator in the Eversure Mutual life Assurance Company Tower in Nebraska twisted in an unusual manner, then halted. A translucent gelid mass seeped in between the crack in the car door and through the ventilation ducts.
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> > “Greetings, mortal entities,†the Manga Shoggoth bade them cheerfully, his dripping biomass bubbling as he spoke. Globs of the loathsome elder being plopped onto the floor but quickly squirmed back to the primary biomass. “There is no need for rapid respiration or reptilian hind-brain fight or flee responses.â€Â
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> > The thirty or so office workers in the lift began to scream and panic.
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> > “Nor is there need to jettison excess organic matter previously reserved for biochemical biological functions,†advised the Shoggoth. “People could slip on that.â€Â
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> > A desperate woman flung herself at the elevator doors and bounced back, half-stunned.
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> > “You will be encouraged to know that I am now patrolling to ensure that no transient transdimensional effects or multi-planar entities affect your elevator travelling experience,†comforted the frothing mass of protoplasm. “In fact to aid your four-dimensional transmigration via this primitive mechanical cube I have made some improvements. When the doors open you will find that it has delivered you right to your home.â€Â
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> > “Our home?†gibbered a senior accounts executive (claims and rejections). “Which home? We all live in different homes!â€Â
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> > “I have thought of that,†the Shoggoth assured him. “I have managed to twist together the dimensions in each of your respective domiciles so that they are all now interlinked and coterminous. There is no need to thank me.â€Â
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> > The lift doors opened. People screamed some more. The Shoggoth bleeped.
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> > “Excuse me,†he told the cowering office workers. “My colleagues in the Lair Legion are attempting to contact me via quaint little radio waves. That part of the electromagnetic spectrum always tastes a bit like pickled onions.â€Â
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> > The people in the elevator fled from the goo-covered car into the Escheresque tangle of their homes.
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> > “I’m afraid I will have to go,†the Shoggoth called after them. “There is a Lair Emergency in a different elevator car.†He wracked his mind for the appropriate human nicety. “But may I say what lovely gardens you have in your bathrooms?â€Â
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> > Then he shrunk himself down to a blob of matter the size of a thumbnail and shifted somewhere else.
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> > ***
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> > Al B. Harper brought the LairJet down right on top of the Croque D’Or Casino and Hotel but Mr Epitome had already leaped from the moving aircraft and was heading downstairs before the vehicle had even shut come in to land.
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> > “Status?†he demanded over his comm-link to the Lair Legion’s artificial intelligence Hallie.
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> > “Three minutes since Yuki and Lee’s comm-cards somehow teleported from GMY to the new location. No response from either of them, although that could be a scrambling side-effect of the dimensional shift on the cards themselves.â€Â
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> > “But definite energies like the ones we’ve been tracking in the elevator incidents,†Al added. “Get down there fast!â€Â
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> > Mr Epitome ripped the roof security door off with one hand and hurtled down the service stairs. He didn’t bother with the thirteen flights of steps. Instead he just vaulted over the balcony and dropped.
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> > “Third elevator on your left,†Hallie advised him.
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> > Epitome seized the doors and tore them open.
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> > Yuki Shiro stared at him in astonishment, her eyes wide and slightly alarmed. “Well,†she said breathlessly, “after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!â€Â
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> > The paragon of power blinked and looked over at the Librarian. Lee Bookman was sitting on the floor massaging his neck. Livid bruises were already forming where the cyborg P.I. had previously gripped him.
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> > “We were attacked,†the Librarian reported. His voice was hoarse. “Our assailant lured us into an elevator and I believe he has teleported Yuki’s brain out of her body.â€Â
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> > “I can’t explain myself, sir,†Yuki told Epitome, “because I’m not myself, you see.â€Â
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> > Dominic Clancy turned his x-ray vision onto the cyborg Legionnaire. The heavy lead-laced shielding that protected the only organic portion of Yuki was now missing, as was the organ it protected.
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> > “Without an organic control, Yuki’s onboard computers executed their emergency defence program,†Lee went on. “Which appears to be throttle the nearest person. Typical of Yuki, really. Remind me to thank Harper for listening to her.â€Â
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> > Yuki frowned in puzzlement. “I think I should understand that better, if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.â€Â
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> > “She’s not trying to kill you now, though,†Epitome observed.
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> > “No,†agreed Lee. “I had to save myself, so I used my Librarian gifts to overwrite her emergency operating system with a volume I was temporarily storing in my mind.â€Â
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> > Yuki looked from Lee to Dom. “But I don’t want to go amongst mad people!†she objected.
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> > “Lewis Carroll,†clarified the Librarian. “Right now she’s Alice.â€Â
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> > “Alice?†frowned Epitome. “Alice in Wonderland?â€Â
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> > Yuki looked up as she heard her name, then gave a little curtsey. “Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I?â€Â
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> > Al B. Harper raced through the stairwell doors and skidded to a halt in front of the wrecked elevator. “Is everybody okay?†he demanded. “What’s happening?â€Â
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> > “I'll try if I know all the things I used to know,†Yuki suggested earnestly. “Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome--no, that's all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel!â€Â
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> > “There’s been another elevator incident,†sighed Mr Epitome, rubbing his temples. “Yuki’s been switched for Alice in Wonderland.â€Â
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> > “It was that or the Marquis de Sade,†the Librarian defended himself. “Could things get any worse right now?â€Â
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> > The Manga Shoggoth bubbled out of the walls. “What does ‘inferred liability damage suit’ mean?†he asked interestedly.
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> > “Curiouser and curioser,†said Yuki.
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> > ***
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> > Continued…
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> > Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2007 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2007 to their creators. The use of characters and situations reminiscent of other popular works do not constitute a challenge to the copyrights or trademarks of those works. The right of Ian Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. |
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