@bibi098 staat me niet direct voor de geest - wel dat mijn eerst baantje was het verkopen van singeltjes - en toen was ik dichtbij de veertien jaar - in dat warenhuis met de vele filialen dat niet meer bestaat

#nostalgie #vend #bilderdijkstraat #opavertelt #verdergaatallesgoeddankje

#Vend #Maison de Caractère dans le #sudouest de la France (pas moi)

18ème siècle, 2 niveaux, 380 m2, 280 habitables, à 15 km sud de Dax, à 35 kms de l’océan, terrain de 3000 m2.

etc...

y'a des nouvelles photos, vues de l'extérieure, ici :

https://kbaoom.80hg.fr/blog/vente-maison-de-caract%C3%A8re-dans-le-sud-ouest-de-la-france

#wss366 & #MastoPrompt 06/27

Return to the FATE GEAR

Chapter Seven: Band on the Run

#FanFiction #OthersidePicnic #FateGear

The Fate Gear surged forward as the crew #hit their riffs and licks, producing thundering music that assailed the sky. The anti-grav generators surged in time to Haruka’s drums. With every drum hit, it soared higher and higher.

Sorawo and Toriko began hearing heavenly music above them. A chiming of the celestial spheres and crystal stars surrounded them, bathing them in soft, melodic music.

“Is that Muzak?” Sorawo asked.

(“What would you expect of the heavenly host?”) they heard Fate Gear say. (“Bland, inoffensive, conservative; don’t make waves; don’t talk on the elevator—buy so the wheels of the economy never stop grinding—music.”)

Yuri’s fingers flew over her keyboard, and an announcement boomed from the bass amplifiers. “Alert. Alert. Incoming…”

The rest of the words were drowned as ‘the rain exploded with a mighty crash.’

The masts creaked, and the ship bucked under the onslaught of wind. Fate Gear’s engines whined at an inhuman pitch.

With Yuri’s fingers flying across the keyboard, new announcements boomed out. Even over the roar of the wind, the bass orders rang out, “Reef the sail. All hands to their stations.” The rigging screamed in the wind, and the sails groaned under the strain, their seams ready to rip. As the sailors took in the reefs, the groaning receded, leaving only the singing of the rigging.

Mina stopped playing and said, ‘But the band played on.’

“They just hit us with their best shot,” Mina said, smiling just before the ship surged forward, finally catching the solar wind as they breached the stratosphere, sending crystal shards flying as the spheres of the heavens cracked and buckled.

“‘And the first one,’” Toriko said, pointed to herself. “‘Said to the second one there,’” and pointed to Sorawo. “‘I hope you’re having fun.’”

Sorawo groaned. How could Toriko be having so much fun at a time like this? This was serious.

Toriko continued singing, accompanied by the Heavenly Host:

‘Band on the run’
‘Band on the run’

“Must you?” Sorawo said. “And anyway, how do you know the words?”

“It was a hit song,” Toriko said.

“And garbage,” Mina said. “#Vending machine bubblegum pop.”

“Please stop,” Sorawo added.

“‘And the jailer man.’” Toriko pointed at Sorawo. “‘And Sailor Sam,’” she pointed at Mina.

“Stop!” Sorawo and Captain Mina said together.

Barely heard, Mina added, “‘Before we fall into the sun.’”

Band on the Run by #PaulMcCartney and the #Wings (All opinions are the characters and may not reflect the views of the author.)

#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#UraPi #Steampunk #Pirates #UraPiFanFic #Metal #JMetal #Satire #PoliticalSatire #ReturnToTheFateGear #NMRTTFG

@yon @Kingu