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Down the Rabbit hole... "What is a convention?" Hyacinth asked him as he got back in the car after fueling up. They had wandered through Pennsylvania, spreading the word, Rob's seed, and palm pilots as they went. Then they headed north into New York State. Rob had initially been worried about contacting the Fairy as he went, but each realm he visited contacted those beyond, and his license number and description of his car had been passed on. Wherever he went, Fairy would come, telling him or one of his companions of where the next realm began, and where the Queens resided. He had worried about money too, but humans lose a lot of money they never really notice. Most was coins, though some were bills. He still had most of the 50,000 he had started with, and thanks to the industrious little women, he had some coins only a collector would be interested in. He thought of the Gold sovereign he had received in Scranton. He might reach the point where he had more than he started. He looked around, then pulled into traffic. "Convention? What kind of convention?" The little woman leaned toward the screen of the palm pilot. "A Fantasy and Science Fiction convention." "A group of people getting together who share the same interests," he said. "They must not of had them when you were human." "I never was," Hyacinth told him. "No offense." "None taken." She pondered his statement. "So a group of people interested in things they cannot see get together?" "Pretty much." Rob was careful driving. It had been almost two decades since he was behind the wheel, and the young maniacs around him bore watching. "There are people that write fantasy or make movies based on it. When people get together, they watch the movies, buy the books and merchandise based on it, and pretty much get to meet people like them." "They could see us?" "Don't know for sure., he admitted. "People into fantasy tend to want to at least." "Then perhaps you should read this missive instead of us." He grunted, pulling into a rest stop. The girls flitted about the trees as he went to the bathroom, then opened the palm pilot. From: Dandelion201 To: Traveller701 Fantasy Conventions; Regarding last reply, I was thinking of the kind of guys that hang around at Sci Fi and Fantasy conventions. They tend to be like I was, nerdy types that never get into real life. Is it possible they might be approached? Trillium told me about you and her. Alyssum said to tell her you'd make a great father. If you join us, you'd probably make a great mother too! :P Love; the gang back home. P.S. Periwinkle is a little ticked at you. She wanted to be the first Queen to have you in her bed. :P He chuckled and replied. Don't have a listing for conventions. Maybe you should send me one. Tell her grace that I will gladly share her bed when I'm back in the area. By the way, what is this colon upper case P all about? Rob. He stretched, yawning. The Queen of one of the Scranton realms had been a Pixie instead of a full fledged Fairy. It wasn't until then that he discovered it was personality and personal strength that kept a Queen on the throne and put her there. When the old Queen had died suddenly (Feral dog) they had chosen her, and they wanted a full fledged Fairy as Queen. So he had solved that problem for them. He'd found out how big a problem it was to have pregnant Fairy in the car not long after the Gettysburg colony. He'd stopped for a sit down dinner, and some huge dog had charged the car, almost smashing in the side window less than five seconds after he had stepped away. The owner had been apologetic. His dog was a little mean, chased cats, that kind of thing. but he'd never taken it into his head to attack cars! He'd opened the door to find all three of the Fairy hiding under the passenger seat, Hyacinth standing with her stone tipped spear in hand. She had demonstrated with the other's help where the problem lie. By concentrating on it, she could make herself disappear from view even when he knew she was there. The others in their present condition couldn't do that even with an animal. The glamour they cast whether for an animal or human required some concentration when they started, and ebergy they described as a 'growing warmth' Their bodies were too busy to allow them that. From that point on, he hit fast food places, and if they had to drive, he bought them fresh produce. The local fairy were able to warn them about possible insecticides, because while the amount a normal sized human could eat was miniscule, eating one tainted berry could make the girls sick. He stopped at a farm supply store in the Amish country, and afterward gave each of them what is called a burlap needle. A leaf bladed metal piece with a section cut out to accept string the entire construct about three inches long. Used to tie burlap sacks full of produce such as corn apples or potatoes, they made excellent assegai, and were light enough that the girls could handle them easily. At the next town he bought out their entire stock, and from them on he traded them to the Fairy bands in return for the money they still gave him. They crossed the New York State border, and settled in at the first realm. For the first time he got a chance to work a palm pilot when he was only four inches tall; Re: Convention list. Honestly, Rob, you have to wake up and smell the new Millennia! Below are lists of Convention sites, and one of them is in NYC in about three weeks. Oh, click the 'fairy' one for a look at the site I have started. And about the colon/letter. Picture a face, with the colon or semi colon as eyes. Picture the letter or symbol as the mouth. ;> He pictured it, then chuckled. He replied; Will do. The symbols are funny to me now. As for your mouth, I may have to spank you when I get home! ;) He was roused the next morning by yet another message. Re: Spanking. You wouldn't dare! But Holly spanked me last night after the message you sent, and you know, I kinda liked it. Will you spank me while you're a girl or a guy? :) ***** Having gone through New York traffic when he was still dealing with the world, Rob didn't even consider trying to drive in it. He parked the car at La Guardia, and took the subway into the city. He had stopped to pick up a camera bag, and the girls had flown down through the tunnels as he went through the baggage handling system installed since 9-11. The girls were safely in the bag again as he rode the subways, getting off near Central Park. He walked into the park, looking around at the people who lazed away the late summer day, and opened the bag. Hyacinth flitted out. Rose and Trillium along with being unable to cast a glamor, were afflicted with what he thought might be morning sickness as well. He sat with the bag tightly held, reading a book. Half an hour after he had sat down, Hyacinth was back. "The person I talked to said something about Alice's statue?" "A writer named Lewis Carroll wrote a series of books about a character named Alice in Wonderland. They have a statue dedicated to it." He walked down Park Avenue East to the Conservatory, and took the looping path on the northern edge of Conservatory Waters. The sculpture was considered one of the most beloved in the park. A bronze mushroom with a little girl in the center holding her cat while serving tea to the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, the Cheshire Cat, the White Rabbit and the Dormouse. The girls looked at the statue, then at him. "All from a story named Alice in Wonderland, though I don't think you get to meet the cat Dinah until Through the Looking Glass." "I haven't heard those in years." Trillium sighed. The wait wasn't long. A pair of Fairy flew in and landed near him at the sculpture, and talked with them. He was amused to meet the local Queen who looked like a Boris Vallejo ash blonde Valkyrie with a heavy Spanish Harlem accent and the name of Petunia. "Man you know a lot of the tweakers come down to park, yah know? We tag them if they come on our turf 'cause we don't want no NYPD decoys and Crime scenes people trolling. Comprende?" "You tag them?" "We ice them." She snapped "They come on our turf raping and killing, we make sure they don't do it again." "How?" "You seen Fairy justice. How you think?" He swallowed instinctively. He still remembered the childlike wonder on the man's face back there in Philadelphia right before the owl ripped him apart. "So I can get back after dark as I am?" She shrugged, an interesting view even in miniature. "Can't guarantee someone won't try, man. Some people they don't learn, yah know?" She waved. "That and the damn city deciding to spray the park with shit every now and then. Damn med-flies is dead, but they do it anyway." "How do you protect yourself?" "Crazy old man we met a few years back. Saw us, liked us, but didn't want to be us, if you understand. He spent a few bucks, built us a little hidey hole with air filters and stuff. Real nice and no one would believe it unless they see it." She waved, and Rob lifted the bag. The girls stayed inside it, looking out through the cracks as he walked over to the lake side. The Queen landed on his shoulder. "Right there, see the bubbles? A small pump that pushes air into it. Little concrete gopher trail runs back into a big room, big for us at least. An escape tunnel runs about twenty, thirty feet farther." She looked at him. "I mean your feet instead of ours, like, yah know?" "Maybe we should use a scale we can both relate to." He murmured. "Long time ago, I read a book called Cold War in a Country Garden. The government shrank a man to about the size of an ant." "Why the crazy bastards do that?" Because they could. But one of his associates suggested using the metric system. You see, this," He put his hands away from each other even with his sides, is eighteen inches. But you do it and it's only a couple of inches. But we use metrics, mine is about 400 millimeters, while yours is about fifty." "Maybe the young ones get it, I don't," she said in exasperation. "I talk to them later." "Well I was going to spend the night, with you, and I need to get something first." He looked at the sun. "I have about two, three hours. Is there a land side entrance to this thing? What I'm bringing is electronics, and we don't want to dump it in water." "Sure. Screw door over there in the bushes. We got enough room we could put you in there, though we'd have to cut you kinda thin." "Let's try to avoid that." He set the bag down. "Girls, you stay here." "But why?" Trillium was feeling nauseous again. "I have a surprise for you. All of you. But I have to go get it." He left, walking out onto the street. Almost exactly two hours later, he came back. He dropped the electronic equipment down the hole, then looked around before he stripped. The Fairy hid the clothes in the bag as he shrank down to their size, and they carried the boxes in like native bearers in an old Safari movie. The 'Screw door' looked like a ship's hatch with a deadhead right down to the screw handle that threaded the dogs, but small enough that they could pass through it barely when standing. "The door, it opens out and sits flush, right? Something decides to den up, it can't get the door open. We look through here for we go out just in case. We see it, we can go out the water door, and come back the other way and chase it out. Lotta bad things here in the city. Snakes, rats, dogs, cats, weasels. Man we seen baby crocs in the lake, though they don't last for long." She motioned toward a girl dressed in a bustier made out of reptile skin. "They mess with us, we have them for dinner and wear they skin." He had them set the equipment down, looking at their room 'big for us at least', and had to agree. They could fit bunks for a couple of thousand if they needed to. According to the queen, they had stuffed almost that many in on occasion, though not recently. "Like I say, they spray shit on the park all the time. We got trade deals with the fairy that live through the entire island. Anyone hears choppers, they run for here just in case." She led him down the tunnel to the water. It lapped at the cement gently, and below the surface he could see some small fry, though to him they were the size of full grown trout. The entry was large enough that he might have fit if he could bend 90 degrees in four inches. "Nice swimming and bathing hole for us. Big ones, they can't get in to eat us. Crocs neither, They gotta lift a weighted grate on the other end, and it works good. Better than springs would according to old Ericsson." "Ericsson?" "John Ericsson. You heard of him?" "Yes I have." "Man said we should be left alone. Went back to Sweden after the war, I think. Hope a Swede Fairy nail him and bring him over. He was too good to waste." Rob almost reeled at thinking that this little Hispanic in a blonde body had been here as a Fairy during the Civil War. He decided he'd check. If Ericsson had merely disappeared, he'd tell her. What a genius engineer could do for them now was more than he could imagine. "I wish I could get copies of this." He waved at the concrete around him. "They could use this is a lot of places." "Copies?" She took him to a roll of paper. Packets of desiccant from electronics were spread around them, and she rolled the ancient blueprint out. "Man said if we ever got more of us together, and contact some big people topside to help, we could make more of them." He wished he'd considered a camera! One of the newer digitals or a Minox spy camera. He resolved to get one later in the week. "So what you bring us, besides your studly self?" He had the entire tribe gathered, and Rose told them of what they had done and discovered. Of the fact that bums could see them sometimes, and by treating them nice and protecting them, they could have a supply of fresh sperm for years. Trillium told them of the hobos, and how they had proven that contention the very night it had been spoken. Of the Human Genome Project and the Fairy Genome project they were creating. Finally Rob demonstrated the palm pilot and how it connected them to Fairy across the Northeast now, and soon the entire country. He tapped the convention site, and discovered that he was already registered as a booth owner there. He clicked the Fairy site Dandelion had told him of, and suddenly they all stared at a rendition of Tinker Bell flying across the screen. WE LOVE FAIRIES. COM HAVE YOU REALLY SEEN A FAIRY? TELL US! WE LOVE FAIRIES WANTS TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! Rob created a passport into the site, and he saw dozens of arrows starting in the Northeast, running across with a few in Texas and New Mexico, then another flurry of them around LA. Some of the people that had signed the guestbook were obvious wackos, but a few sounded intriguing. He made a note to check it when he had a pad and paper, and wanted to make sure to pass by them enroute home. "So we get the palm pilot. The baby spears, they nice too. We'll gather any loose coin we pick up, and it's yours, man. But what's in that box?" He opened it with help, pulling out a Playstation plus. Inside the box where he'd put them were half a dozen discs "Well Trillium said she hadn't seen it in years-" "Seen what?" She walked over alongside Rose. She looked at the plastic cover, then at him with a look of joy. "Alice in Wonderland?" He nodded, and she leaped into his arms, hugging him and raining kisses on his cheeks. "Hey mama, someone else gets his time tonight. We finish dinner, and then we see what that is, okay?" Dinner was what Rob was sure was pigeon. Two of them were more than enough, and everyone was stuffed when he and another fairy slid the disc into the player. "Wait, mano. You don't get some action soon, you gonna turn stupid on us. Hey, Poppy!" She followed it with a blur of spanish that had her people roaring with laughter. A petite Pixie came over, taking his hand shyly. They went off into a curtained off area, and the others ignored the moans, shrieks, and cries in Spanish as Rob did his duty. Then again when Poppy returned the favor. Rob came back out dressed in a silk sheath, with a satisfied Poppy on his arm, and they started the movie. Trillium and Rose curled up against his left side, touching him possessively. The only movie he later realized that would have hit them more strongly might have been Ferngully. He had gotten a copy of that too. He found that with all of the natural hazards of the city, most of them had never seen a movie, and some of the 'younger ones' were surprised by color. The 1951 animated feature was only 75 minutes long, and he almost had a riot before they got Ferngully in. "Mano, you bring us hope," the Queen sighed. "People up there still dreaming about us way back in the day, and they still believe." She bussed him on the cheek. "You come by this way again, you spend the night in my bed. A good man should spread it around." Welcome to the Convention Sci-Fan Com opened with a flurry of arrivals. The check in table had been expanded to four people to take care of the first day. Rob reported in, got his Dealer's ID, and was shown to his table. As he had requested, it had curtains and was against the wall so no one was standing behind him. The cases he had ordered constructed were small enough that he had gotten them into the car, and only needed one bellman to move them. The system had been designed with malice aforethought by of all people, Petunia. They had spent several days in the burrow, the Fairy alternately grumbling because he took up so much room, and cooing over the new wings half a dozen now had. Rob had considered just bringing in a specimen case like a lab or the health department might use, but Petunia went a step further. She, unlike most of her followers, remembered the Magic Lantern and PT Barnum's museum shows of the 19th and earlier 20th century. The discussion was in the main hall, surrounded by Fairy busily working at tanning leather, and weaving cloth. A lot of clothing that was discard or lost came here. These girls had a thriving trade in woven cloth made by picking the original apart, and a few were decent seamstresses. Trillium and Rose were watching, the younger girl learning how to work a loom. Already they had gotten drawings, and when they returned home they would build one there. "Main thing you do is try to make sure they see us, right Mano? You tell people, 'hey I got a real live fairy', you get crowds, but those who don't see, they feel gypped." She leaned forward, rubbing her hands across Rob's shoulders. As a female at that moment, it had caused interesting sensations. "Stead you make like an old magic mirror box. One person looks at a time, no more. You're acting as rep for this new group Dandelion create, what is it?" "The Inner World." "Right." She poured wine for him. Dandelion wine oddly enough. "That name don't tell the people nothing, right? You run through the little song and dance I teach you, they look and see what they really see. Then you have them fill out cards, right? Collect them, and we input them, or they go to the website and do it theyself, right?" "Yes." "And we get little light show from the angels 'hey check out this hombre at this address'." "That's right." "Right and tight." She leaned forward, brushing her lips across Rob's nipple. He shivered. "Sorry, my bad." She said lazily. "So in the box, we have about four or five of us. We take our turns, and if we sure someone really see us, maybe we have children ourselves, yes?" "That might be a danger," he warned her. "These kids tend to fill rooms like puppy piles. What happens if you pick some kid who has seven others there?" "We don't go. We can talk to them down on the lobby floor. Stores, bars, restaurant. Somewhere private enough. Set up a meet if we can. Find a way to meet later if not. Plenty of places to play 'now you see me, now you don't' eh?" she shrugged. The shrug looked even more appealing when they were the same size. "So what is this 'song and dance'?" Actually, once he'd heard it, it made perfect sense. He stood behind the booth, and repeated in yet again to a group of teens clustered around the booth. The fliers had been run off in the intervening weeks, and they had been created by Dandelion with help from Fairy in Pennsylvania and here in the city. They didn't say anything beyond suggesting strongly that there was more in the world than what society accepted, and the first step was discovering if you had the ability. "Now, we have this box here." He waved at the additional curtained alcove behind him. "If you'd like, you take one of these card, put a street address or e-mail on it, and you step inside, and on the card write down what you see in the box. There are no right or wrong answers, so just say what you really see." The admonition that there was no true answer was pure genius. That way they wouldn't come up with off the wall answers. One of the boys came by alone. He carried a backpack, and looked as if he'd found a candy store. The boy saw him watching, returning the look shyly, and after the spiel Rob smiled gently. "Would you?" The boy took the card, and in a scrawl barely above infantile cursive, wrote his name. It was legible, but only just. "All right, Simon." Rob motioned toward the curtain. "Look." ***** Simon went over, playing with the curtain as his innate shyness came down like a ton of bricks. He looked back, but some others had come up and were talking to the old dude that ran the booth. With no one watching him, he was bold enough to step through. Inside the alcove was a clear plastic box. It had been divided, with a small curtain of it's own. He knelt, eyes even with it. The curtain twitched, and a woman strode out, looking at him. He stared. The woman had wings! She looked up at him, and raised a hand in a wave. He tentatively waved back, the little hand even with the head fingers moving type. She waved for him to get closer, and he leaned forward, nose almost touching it. "So you see me?" The voice was soft, mellow. "I think I do." "What color clothes am I wearing?" "Green... Looks like some kind of snake skin." She clapped her hands gleefully. "How old are you?" "Sixteen." "Are you staying in the hotel?" "Can't afford it. My mom lives in Queens, and she expects me home later." "A pity my sweet. I could show you so much in a single evening." He shrugged. "She wishes I was gone anyway." The girl looked sad. "Truthfully?" "Well she is always saying it when she doesn't think I hear. She has friends, you know... Guys that come over. 'If he was gone' she'd say if they ask for a date or something." "Why? Doesn't she love you?" "Oh, sure. But." He looked away. "I got a disease. I don't stop bleeding if I get a cut. I get hit, I get bruises and I have to go to a doctor and they have to shoot stuff in me to make them go away. She worries about me, and has to pinch pennies. They say it comes from the mother, and she is terrified that she might have another like me, so she got her tubes tied." She leaned against the glass. "What is your name, boy?" "Simon." "When you fill in the card, mark your address on it, and tell Rob we need to see her." "What?" "Trust me." She smiled. "Is you mother a caring person?" "Yeah. Miss O'Donnell call her the saint." He leaned closer. "But I don't think the old biddy likes her." The girl smiled. "Sometime in the next few days, Rob will visit. Tell your mother. Do you have a telephone?" He nodded. "Write down your number and underline it." Simon filled out the card, but left his answer blank. He handed it to the man, who glanced at it. "Son, you didn't mark what you saw." "Not sure I did. Maybe I'm crazy as well as sick." The man looked at him levelly, just getting his measure. He leaned forward, "I think you saw a Fairy. A woman about yea tall with wings." Simon stared at him. "You see her too?" "Why do you think I'm running this booth?" The man reached in his pocket. "Listen. I could use some help here. Pass out fliers, get some food." He looked at him. "For all of us if you get my meaning. How does twenty buck a day sound?" "Like your trying to set me up for a molestation." Rob sat down, leaning closer. "Me, I don't have much of a sense of humor. Was a day back before you were born I broke a man's jaw because he tried to feel me up. Don't like that kind of people. Don't like people thinking that's what I do. I'm not mad. These days, it happens and even when you catch the bastard that did it, the law doesn't do a lot. Here." He handed the twenty to the boy, then added another. "That pays you to listen." He signalled a passing staffer, and had a phone delivered. He ordered hamburgers and fries for two, coffee and soda, and a plate of fruit. The phone was taken away. Between visitors, Rob told him about the Fairies. when the food came, he put up the OUT TO LUNCH sign, and while he sat in front and answered question, Simon took the plate into the enclosure, and talked with the Fairy that were in the box. The one he had talked to was Heather. The name suited her because when she looked mad he figured she'd take on a wolverine. The other three were Zinnia Violet and Lupine. All of them had accents, but he was surprised because the palest completed Violet had a ghetto black voice. Zinnia's sounded Italian, and Lupine had an Archie Bunker Irish-American. It was a somber young boy who came out with the partially eaten fruit. He sat, stuffing bits of what they had left in his mouth. "So you can make me one of them?" He asked finally?" "Not that simple. They can make you one. But how would your mom feel if you just disappeared?" "She'd be torn up." "We don't know. Maybe she can see them. If she can, maybe we can help." "How?" "You're mom's a waitress, right? Not very much there. But we're setting up a network." He motioned toward the enclosure. "People that can see them and Fairy finding people who can." "What if she can't see them?" "A little more difficult. I can offer her the job, but she might wonder why. Or one of the girl's could slip in and leave money in the house for her to find. It's not like I need all I have." "She wouldn't like that. Even if she knew why she was getting the money." "My kind of person. That's why I offered a job first." "It's a lot to think about. I get a chance that maybe I won't be sick if I went over. What do you get out of it?" "Nothing you can put in the bank or give away. The satisfaction of helping two people in need. You and them." He stood. "I'll let you know." "Here." He handed the boy a pair of forms the staffer had brought with the phone. "Fill them out. I'll pay the fees. That is, if you come back." ***** He had begun to worry when noon rolled past. He had brought not the four girls but fifteen. They had found a dozen boys and men in the convention that would be able to supply what they needed, and some of the booth owners were grumbling because their workers hadn't shown up. The boy came in right after five in the afternoon. The woman with him was a mousy little brunette that looked as if she had been worn down to a nub by life. Rob looked at her as they came toward him. He knew how she felt. It was why he'd ridden the rails for so long. "what nonsense are you giving my boy." She demanded harshly. "Filling his head with dreams that can't come true." Rob looked at her. "Boy, without telling her what there, take her in there." The boy caught her hand, and dragged her into the enclosure. There was a long silence, then she stepped out, ashen. "Oh god," she whispered. Rob pulled over a chair, and had her sit before she fell. "It's true, what he said," she whispered. She looked up, terror struggling with amazement. "They are real!" Rob sighed. "Ma'am, two months ago if someone had told me they were real, I would have thought he was messing with drugs. Ever since, I have been helping them. Can you help them too?" "How?" He filled her in on the job. "We'll buy the computer, install it with internet, everything you need. You input the data for us here, talk with the local population so you can set up more things like this." He waved at the convention around them. "Tell us what you need when you need it, and we'll supply everything. Fella named Frank in LA has started helping, and he's got a bank account set up to shift money to you. Business licenses there, how to get them here. The whole nine yards. The boy if he wants can go over. He'll be a girl, but he'll be alive. Hemophilia doesn't cross over. He won't have it among them. If he doesn't get killed in a mishap he'll be alive when his great grandchildren would have been dead and buried." She looked at him with hope. Then at Simon. "It's your decision." "Mom, I'm sick of hurting. Of having you throw money away to keep me alive. I'd rather be alive and a girl that tall," He measured out four inches, "Then live another day with this." His eyes blurred with tears/ "I hate seeing you suffer because of me!" She reached out, running her hand through his hair. "My strong young man. You have my blessing." He hugged her, then looked at Rob. "Where do they live?" "There's a realm just outside of the Triborough area. But if we open the office here in the city, you can live with the Central Park realm." "That would be easier. But do you know what an apartment here costs?" Rob grinned. "Don't matter We'll work room and board into the deal. How's that?" ***** THE INNER WORLD ASSOCIATES NEW YORK BRANCH OFFICE PHONE 202-555-7659 CONTACT; MADELINE FULTON; OFFICE MANAGER E-MAIL; NEW YORK; [email protected] LOS ANGELES: [email protected] PHILADEPHIA: [email protected] ROVING AGENT/REGIONAL DIRECTOR: [email protected]