Title: Clash of the Tartans
By Cousin Tserisa (headpigeons@hotmail.com)
Place: CERK
Time: Thursday July 12th, Morning
      Closely following "A Pink Rat Isn't the Only One
      With a Tale of Revenge" and "T'Hy'la"

"Fret not, my children, for you know that though family may hurt you,
friends may betray you, and love is fleeting -- there in one thing that is
truly permanent: me."

Tserisa turned off the sound system in the Salon, her expression thoughtful.
  It had truly been a swaying broadcast; a moving montage of past
Nightcrawler monologues.  But that last part, she knew, was not from the
pre-recorded collection.  She knew all the broadcasts by heart.  No, that
last part had been Nick.

It was a pleasant idea and an unnerving one at the same time.  Tser took a
deep breath, and stood, running a hand through her fuzzy mohawk.  Was
Nick-in-LaCroix's body in the broadcast booth angsting quietly?  She
wondered if he was feeling any better from the whole souvlaki thing.  She
decided to go back to her room to get some things, then seek out Tok to
discuss what to do with their new guest.  She had the feeling Nick would
want to seek out his Knighties to see that they were safe -- however, she
had no idea how Knighties would react to LaCroix's body, whom they saw as
fundamentally evil.  She didn't want LaCroix's body injured in any way.

She made her way back to her room, and opened the door.  The bed looked so
empty without Moses occupying it. She hoped the big lizard was doing okay.

She rubbed her temples, the hideous plaid of the armoire and the stand on
which Willoughby's tank sat was giving her a headache.

Plaid?!

Cousin Tserisa burst into the lobby, flailing about like an octopus on a
turntable.

"We've been attacked!"

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