Join Together With the Band
"What is that?" Dart insisted as all the doors and windows of Troy Green's apartment suddenly, magically flew open.
"Hello in the house!" Called an alto woman's voice, clear and melodic. Then came a chorus of at least three harmonized voices, "Is everything alright?"
The four at the breakfast nook, Troy, Abby Bancroft, Maggie Pipp and Dart Pneuman suddenly felt safer and happier than they had before the doors had opened. They followed Troy as he got up and all closed doors and windows as they moved to the front door.
Troy sang out, "Welcome to the band!"
In the front room, coming in the door were three people who couldn't have been more different. They were led by a tall, leggy woman with ebony skin and caramel-cotton candy hair. Her clothes were well tailored, but oddly mismatched in color. She was followed by a young, but heavy bald man the color of an uncooked crab and covered with acne scars. The third person was almost indescribable only because it was nearly impossible to say anything definite about the person, not hair, eye or skin color; not height or weight; not shape or even gender. The only thing that could be said was the person looked healthy in a loose fitting top and jeans.
"This is your band?" Dart asked.
"Don't I remember it being bigger last night?" Maggie asked.
"This is just most of the rhythm section. This is Senaka Lincoln."
The dark woman smiled and said, "Bass." She held up the electric bass in her hands.
"Jonny Wales, piano," Troy continued.
"Pleased to meet you," the heavy man said in a tenor voice with a Welsh accent and yellow but straight teeth. The others would have thought of it as a British accent. He was carrying an amp for Senaka's bass.
"And this is Sailor Yamidori, our drummer. I imagine Ole-Man Rivers couldn't make it up the stairs."
"He's in the van," Senaka said. She was watching the women, and smiling at Troy. "He won't drive it," she explained to them, "but he loves to sit in it."
"We all had attack nightmares and then this morning, we heard the didgeridoo and figured we best come straight away."
"That instrument is strictly defensive, and very powerful," Troy explained. "We were accosted, but made good account of ourselves until -"
"I think your good account started last night." Senaka smiled at Maggie and Abby, who both smiled back and each grabbed one of Troy's hands. Senaka laughed.
"What's an attack nightmare?" Maggie asked.
"Someone can enter your mind through your dreams and enchant you. If you are familiar with magic you can defend against it, otherwise you might just wake up with a desire to do something you hadn't thought to do before."
"It's like long distance hypnotism." Troy said, "What was the nature?"
"Trying to find you I think," Senaka said, the other two agreed.
"I got a feminine sense too," Jonny added.
"Then it's not likely our attackers. I can't imagine they were only just trying to find my location the night before an attack like that. They made off with the Hammer of the Gods."
"I thought you made a good account of yourself?" Senaka was suddenly angry.
"We did," Maggie institsted, "They rescued me and drove off the attackers."
"None of that means anything if they use the Hammer. Did he tell you about it?"
"He did," Abby said, "and we were just going to go after it."
"And my daughter. If this attack nightmare wasn't about this Hammer, maybe it was about her."
"Yes," Troy said, his hand on his chin thinking, "Tell me more about the dream."
"Are you kidding," Senaka said, "We need to go after the ones that got the Hammer.
"We have to do both. Jonny, what was that about a feminine feel?"
"There was desire there, I think, and sexuality."
"You always want sexuality in your dreams," Senaka said.
"I think there were monkeys and dancing." Sailor nodded behind him.
"That's it, Dart," Troy said. He turned to the bandmembers, "Dart Pneuman came to me this morning for help, as he daughter was abducted last night at a wedding by a woman and dark henchmen."
He turned to Dart, "The Wizardess has kidnapped your daughter and used the attack nightmares to find me."
"But why?" Dart asked.
"Isn't it obvious? She's infatuated with me and wants to trap me into a sexual prison of her own misguided desires."
Senaka laughed and Dart looked confused. Maggie squeezed Troy's hand, stepped closer to him and batted her eyes while nodding.
Abby looked furious, "I am willing to share, but I will never let you be taken like that. Just let the bitch try. We are going after her!"
Senaka forced herself to straighten up and wiped tears from her eyes, "That actually makes some sense. Jonny, Sailor, Ole-Man and I can go after the Hammer. You don't know where they took it do you?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't."
"I'm going with you," Maggie said.
"Us?" Senaka asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Margret Pipp, Private Detective and I'm the kidnap victim that's going to come back and bite them in the behind."
"What is that?" Dart insisted as all the doors and windows of Troy Green's apartment suddenly, magically flew open.
"Hello in the house!" Called an alto woman's voice, clear and melodic. Then came a chorus of at least three harmonized voices, "Is everything alright?"
The four at the breakfast nook, Troy, Abby Bancroft, Maggie Pipp and Dart Pneuman suddenly felt safer and happier than they had before the doors had opened. They followed Troy as he got up and all closed doors and windows as they moved to the front door.
Troy sang out, "Welcome to the band!"
In the front room, coming in the door were three people who couldn't have been more different. They were led by a tall, leggy woman with ebony skin and caramel-cotton candy hair. Her clothes were well tailored, but oddly mismatched in color. She was followed by a young, but heavy bald man the color of an uncooked crab and covered with acne scars. The third person was almost indescribable only because it was nearly impossible to say anything definite about the person, not hair, eye or skin color; not height or weight; not shape or even gender. The only thing that could be said was the person looked healthy in a loose fitting top and jeans.
"This is your band?" Dart asked.
"Don't I remember it being bigger last night?" Maggie asked.
"This is just most of the rhythm section. This is Senaka Lincoln."
The dark woman smiled and said, "Bass." She held up the electric bass in her hands.
"Jonny Wales, piano," Troy continued.
"Pleased to meet you," the heavy man said in a tenor voice with a Welsh accent and yellow but straight teeth. The others would have thought of it as a British accent. He was carrying an amp for Senaka's bass.
"And this is Sailor Yamidori, our drummer. I imagine Ole-Man Rivers couldn't make it up the stairs."
"He's in the van," Senaka said. She was watching the women, and smiling at Troy. "He won't drive it," she explained to them, "but he loves to sit in it."
"We all had attack nightmares and then this morning, we heard the didgeridoo and figured we best come straight away."
"That instrument is strictly defensive, and very powerful," Troy explained. "We were accosted, but made good account of ourselves until -"
"I think your good account started last night." Senaka smiled at Maggie and Abby, who both smiled back and each grabbed one of Troy's hands. Senaka laughed.
"What's an attack nightmare?" Maggie asked.
"Someone can enter your mind through your dreams and enchant you. If you are familiar with magic you can defend against it, otherwise you might just wake up with a desire to do something you hadn't thought to do before."
"It's like long distance hypnotism." Troy said, "What was the nature?"
"Trying to find you I think," Senaka said, the other two agreed.
"I got a feminine sense too," Jonny added.
"Then it's not likely our attackers. I can't imagine they were only just trying to find my location the night before an attack like that. They made off with the Hammer of the Gods."
"I thought you made a good account of yourself?" Senaka was suddenly angry.
"We did," Maggie institsted, "They rescued me and drove off the attackers."
"None of that means anything if they use the Hammer. Did he tell you about it?"
"He did," Abby said, "and we were just going to go after it."
"And my daughter. If this attack nightmare wasn't about this Hammer, maybe it was about her."
"Yes," Troy said, his hand on his chin thinking, "Tell me more about the dream."
"Are you kidding," Senaka said, "We need to go after the ones that got the Hammer.
"We have to do both. Jonny, what was that about a feminine feel?"
"There was desire there, I think, and sexuality."
"You always want sexuality in your dreams," Senaka said.
"I think there were monkeys and dancing." Sailor nodded behind him.
"That's it, Dart," Troy said. He turned to the bandmembers, "Dart Pneuman came to me this morning for help, as he daughter was abducted last night at a wedding by a woman and dark henchmen."
He turned to Dart, "The Wizardess has kidnapped your daughter and used the attack nightmares to find me."
"But why?" Dart asked.
"Isn't it obvious? She's infatuated with me and wants to trap me into a sexual prison of her own misguided desires."
Senaka laughed and Dart looked confused. Maggie squeezed Troy's hand, stepped closer to him and batted her eyes while nodding.
Abby looked furious, "I am willing to share, but I will never let you be taken like that. Just let the bitch try. We are going after her!"
Senaka forced herself to straighten up and wiped tears from her eyes, "That actually makes some sense. Jonny, Sailor, Ole-Man and I can go after the Hammer. You don't know where they took it do you?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't."
"I'm going with you," Maggie said.
"Us?" Senaka asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Margret Pipp, Private Detective and I'm the kidnap victim that's going to come back and bite them in the behind."
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