Alchemist's Cookbook

Page 10a

Page 10a

In a large house mix:

      1 womanizer

      1 “bereaved” woman

      19 other women

      1 angry “ghost” of an alchemist.

      Allow the “ghost” to intercept a letter for his beloved. Incite jelousy, and watch as a prank escalates.

      

      

       RIIIIIIIIIING!

       I sat up, surprised at the ringing sound. I looked around my room. It was a while since my little trip to Earth, according to the calendar that sat on the wall it was the first of October.

       “Five more minutes.” May muttered before drifting back off. I was only half surprised to find her in my room, she’s been doing that more and more lately, though these days she sleeps in the other bed. I wonder how that will work if I ever get a roommate. Probably not very well.

       I got up, checked to make sure June wasn’t in the bath room, and got showered. Since my last entry I’ve made a few improvements. I’ve added a safety device so that my Geist rifle, which is what I’ve decided to call the rifle I’ve refrained from naming for so long, won’t take a charge from anyone who has not taken the proper elixir. It’ll still fire, but the shooter can’t reload. This is more of a safety measure so May doesn’t accidentally kill herself firing it. Also I’ve upgraded my kinetic generators to telekinetic projectors, a simple trick Wally taught me so I can use kinetics in any direction, not just pushing and pulling, though now I have them in my feet too. Also, since “engaged telekinetic projectors” is so long, anything referring to actions involving telekinetic projectors or the like will be referred to as kinetics.

       I heard a sound and whipped around. June was there, half asleep.

       “Morning June, not awake yet I see.”

       She groggily pulled a gun from, somewhere. “Out.”

       I quickly grabbed a towel and left the room. Something else I’ve learned, never mess with June before she’s awake. I quickly dressed, then tapped May on the shoulder.

       “May, wake up.”

       May sat up tiredly. I would like to say I looked away, but I am not that much of a saint, and she did have a bra on. “What time is it?”

       “Seven, now wake up.” May yawned. I shook my head and approached the cold forge in the corner.

       What once was just a series of electronics now resembled something out of a science fiction movie. A solid black plastic ring of kinetic generators and capacitors sat upon the floor, with a pair of similar rings, one silver and one black above, the black one suspended by wires on the ceiling, and the silver one just floating there. A series of capacitors and cables sat around the base. These were attached to a set of controls which sat upon two black prisms at about waist height. Attached to this was a computer monitor for displaying what I was working on. I pressed a few buttons and a program I had come up with recently went into action. The programs couldn’t make a wunderwaffe like the Geist rifle or the hoover, but when it comes to mundane tasks, it could do quite a bit.

       For example, make coffee.

       In the bottom of the forge was a small bag of coffee beans, suspended slightly off the ground and in a vacuum bubble. A few of these were pulled from the bag as a pot of water I had placed there last night opened seemingly of its own volition and a stream of water floated out. It engulfed the beans, which immediately were crushed into a fine powder and heated. Moments later the brew was returned to the pot and the left over coffee grounds floated into a small plastic container I was currently using as a waste basket.