Ideas and Repasts

                            By:

                         Fox Cutter

4/9/96:

"Foxer," Oria asked, "why are you grinning like that?"

I looked up from my mail, and grinned, "Oh, just ordered some
pictures."

She shook her head a bit, "Ok." She said, sitting down
across the table from me. "So, what's going on?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Playing shrink again? Nothing is going
on, truly."

"Really?"

"Oria, if there was ANYTHING going on, I would tell you
about it." I said, hating to lie to her.

She nodded, "Very well. So, have any plans?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, rubbing my fingers a bit.

She shrugged, "Well you've been out of Exile for a week, and
have yet to go anywhere. Do you have any plans, or anything
else for that matter?"

"Um... No, not actually."

Leaning forward a bit, she said, "Well, maybe you should go
out and do something. Maybe get a hobby or something."

I nodded, "Well... Maybe, but I don't know what to do."

"Well then, what have you always wanted to do, that you
haven't yet?"

I grinned, "Easy, go into space."

This caused her to raise an eyebrow, "You've been into
space."

"Yes. On somebody else terms, and rules. I want to do it my
way. Which I'm not sure what is yet."

She grinned, "Well then, what is the first thing you will
need?"

I though about this for a second, "A ship... and some kind
of docking space for it, preferable pressurized."

"Well then, why not do that?"

"Well," I said, waving my hand in the air, "I'm a bit short
on funds for that kind of thing."

"So, go to some limited verse where the exchange rate kicks
ass."

I slowly nodded, "I'll look into it."

"Good," she said, standing, "that's all I wanted to know."
Then she turned and left.

'A ship' I though to myself, 'that would be fun...'