That's wowterful, Minim!
Was it my "Minim in Wowterland" comment that inspired that?
Yes, in part.
It's so nice to see everyone popping up! It's like the whole OTT family is getting together for christmas
Cueball and I talked for a while. He talked all about his life as part of the Forty, and about the people in the hills, and the long-term rivalry between the groups. I told him about my life as one of The Watchers, and about other elements of my life apart from that, school, home, life in general. He was interested, especially in the school bit, and I told him all about it, the good and the bad. I was halfway through describing one of my experiences with group work, when I suddenly stopped.
"What's up?" he asked.
I put my finger up to indicate that he shouldn't speak, knelt beside the door, and listened.Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
I heard footsteps, that got louder and louder. I backed away from the door.
"You in there?" I heard a female voice call.
"You're late," Cueball replied.
"Well, I didn't know you were here, did I?" the girl shouted. "Okay, stand back,"
A few seconds, and then BAM! the door was blown off of its hinge. The girl stood in the doorway, a bag on her back, another in her hand, and in her other hand, a large stick.
"I told you it was dangerous to go that way, didn't I?" she said. She then spotted me.
"Oh, um," Cueball stumbled. "This is one of The Watchers - wait, who are you?"
"I'm Minim," I said. "Are you Megan, then?"
"Well, yes," Megan said. "So you're one of The Watchers, then? Wait - this isn't the time for this. It is crucial that we leave here as soon as possible,"
We crept away silently, constantly looking out for any of the people of the hills. But apart from some unconscious people with head injuries, there was nobody, and we got well into a safer area.
"We've lost track of the others," Megan said, bitterly. "I doubt we'll be able to catch up to them, as we don't know which way they went. Oh well, your bag, [Cueball],"
"Thanks," Cueball replied. "But what shall we do now?"
"I've got something in mind. We really ought to return the maps that the castle people gave us," Megan said. She turned to me. "Would you like to join us, or would you rather work your way back to The Watchers?"
"I doubt I'll be able to go back to The Watchers," I replied. "We are from another Time, and the portal which I fell through to end up in this world is no longer accessible. I shall have to join you in your adventures,"
"One more question," Megan asked. "Do I know you?"