Since Wolf had Graduated Perceptionism School, Scorpion had gotten a job, a wife, and a New Hole in Philadelphia Suburbs (Pennsylvania). Wolf had never been there before, but we followed Scorpion’s directions. I imagined he lived in some kinda pile of rocks or crevice in the desert or at least an unsuspecting boot, but when we got there it was actually a neighborhood of condos. Each one looked exactly like the one next to it, and you hadta go thru a maze of identical looking streets and parking lots and landscaping before you got to one that had Scorpion’s van out front.
“This kinda looks like an Adult neighborhood,” I said when we got out.
“Yes,” Wolf scratched his chin and then held his head, “it’s making me a little dizzy.”
Then to cheer him up I showed him The Stash in the trunk. There were two big cardboard boxes each holding nine bottles of all the different varieties of Alcohol. Wolf looked at it and licked his chops.
“That does look tasty,” he said.
“How could Scorpion say no to this?” I said.
“How indeed… but he can be a bit of a Perceptionist Snob.”
We decided we should bring it in anyway, and we all went inside. Wolf put down his box, and Scorpion and his wife hugged Wolf&Lamb, and then gave us all a tour.
The inside of Scorpion’s Hole looked as Adult as the outside. The living room was full of furniture like a couch and a coffee table and a television. The kitchen had appliances like a dishwasher and a microwave. Everywhere the walls were a sparkling bright white, and there was no clutter or Perceptionist Paraphernalia anywhere. The only strange thing was a mysterious shiny gold wheelchair hiding in a little nook under the staircase. Otherwise it was not much different than my parent’s Nest or Kat’s parents’ place, and I wondered how such a mythic Perceptionist could live there.
All of the younger Realities from The Wedding seemed to be there already, except for Emperor Penguin, whose band apparently hadta play a concert before coming over, and Lamb’s sisters who went to see the show. Everyone who was there hugged and congratulated Wolf&Lamb and told them how beautiful the Wedding was and apologized for taking off in the van so quickly. No one seemed to notice I was standing there the whole time with a big box of Alcohol in my arms, except Wolf.
“Alright,” Wolf said to everyone, “it’s time to decide on the Common Perception for the night. My fellow Reality Traveler, Bluebird here, has secured for us quite a bit of leftover Lubricant from The Wedding.”
Then he pointed at The Stash, but no one got as excited as I thought.
Scorpion stared at it, waved his tail just a little and shook his head.
“We have to choose something that all of us can handle tho,” Wolf said. “We can’t just try to seek The Highest Most Powerful Perception tonight.”
Scorpion said nothing.
Wolf hadta shake his head like a wet dog.
“Alright,” he said. “What do you have in mind then?”
Scorpion stared at him for a second. “Marijuana Perception,” he then said.
“As you know Marijuana is my Preferred Perception, but I have to acknowledge that not every Reality here feels the same way.”
Wolf looked over at me. Scorpion looked over at me too and then turned back to Wolf.
“So?” he said.
Then Wolf tried to explain the RealityFuck at hand and how important Common Perception would be. But Scorpion wasn’t listening. He raised one claw and pointed it at what looked like a basement door.
“The Marijuana Perception is in my Hole,” he said
“Alright,” Wolf said. “If that’s the only thing you’re willing to Adventure with then that will just have to be The Common Perception. But everyone has to do it together.”
Everyone agreed, and then I hadta put The Stash down and go into the Hole.