Chapter 2

OMWP: Everything before and everything after is translated to English from Japanese manuscripts discovered in a small castle (fortress) on Chaos and an interview with the Flintkotes.

‘Japan is a seagoing island nation.’

Wait...

‘The island nation, Japan, has a lot of boats and the population to use them.’

That works.

Japan is absolutely NOT a floater ... not a seagoing island. It’s us, the people, who go to sea in boats.

After the healing chamber, Sam, altered a tall busty gajin Cassandran into a nice Japanese teen, Mioko Fujiwara, I decided I was ‘going alone,’

OMWP:

... I see I have left out some important things...

What to do? What to do? Hmm?

<You should have discussed the idea with me.>

You’ve been gone.

<Nope ... been here all along ... you haven’t listened to a damn thing I’ve said.>

Ok ... how do I fix it?

<All you readers ... go back and reread chapter 1>

That simple?

<Yup> Figgy giggled.

<Giggled? I DO NOT giggle>

What was that sound?

<What sound?> she giggled again.

That sound.

<A chortle. Figments of imagination do not giggle ... we chortle>

Sounds like a giggle to me.

<Well ... it’s not ... we chortle>

Oh gods ... save me from a wandering mind!

<You’ve been a mess since you lost your wallet>

Yes.

<How goes the search?>

I can see my floor.

<Find the wallet?>

Nope.

<Reported it?>

Yes.

<Well?>

Nobody seems to care.

<You poor poor boy>. The sarcasm was like London fog ... cut it with a knife. <Listen ... here’s what we’ll do> ... she bent my ear...

I started nodding.

<Wake up, You are such an asshole.>

But ... but ... but ... I like it.

So ... Sato-san managed to completely fuck up Crossroads. One prospect at a time wasn’t in the rules.

“If it ain’t written down ... it’s not a rule.”

He got to see all six prospective caretakers standing in a police style suspects line ... the cops would be sooo jealous ... all six of the women were nude.

“Turn to the left,” Sato said.

These are Cassandrans ... they watch American TV. Like the best boot-platoon in the world ... they turned to the left ... twice ... and bent, straight legged, at the waist.

The six were members of the Society for Creative Anachronisms, Nippon Chapter.

Put to the question about spending time in the healing chamber, five of the blonds said ‘no ... I’m happy faking Japanese’ ... the last one said, “Hel yas, just think of the next chapter meeting.”

This was one of the longest Sam Fixes. So ... while she was out ... Ellen and I caught up with the doings.

Sam brought her out ... He told Sato, “She’s not finished ... but I want to see if she’s what you were looking for.”

She was perfect.

Ellen chaperoned, the newly made maid sat with Mahiro and she was Japanese ... the Japanese of the Shogun area.