5.9 – WolfCall

“Bluebird,” he said, “how have you survived The Great Trip so far?”

“Barely,” I said. “I feel like I’m getting my ass kicked by BoobyTraps every moment, except the one when I kissed my Guardian Angel.”

“Kissed how?”

“On the mouth, like we like each other.”

“That’s unbelievable. Is that even allowed?”

“I don’t think so, she just wanted to.”

“Are you with her now?”

“No, I’m at an Adult Bar with El Puma, and every Reality here probably only wants to talk about their stupid retirement plans.”

“Try to hang in there, and don’t let Traveler Pride get in the way. Also, remember to stay at the same magnitude of Perception as those around you.”

“I know, I know.”

“Anyway, the main reason I called is to warn you about tomorrow. The last several days I’ve been in Wedding Planner Reality, and it’s clear they’re MeNotzies trying to Dominate the entire event. Lamb and I have been increasingly overwhelmed and disoriented. We may even get Vertigo if we’re not careful.”

“Oh no.”

“We’ll have a hundred other Realities there demanding our attention and may not have a chance to MeToo or even speak to all of them. I know you have a weakness for New Realities, but you may have to be all on your own there.”

“Oh.”

“Just letting you know what you’re up against, so you can prepare.”

“Alright.”

Then Lamb got on the phone, too.

“Bluebird, just remember one thing if you get in trouble.”

“The Gods are on my side?”

“Yes, but also remember to sing. No one can resist MeTooing your voice!”

“Oh yeah…”