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The story thus far...
Grace and Simon, two teenage tearaways, have discovered a passage to Reality in the basement of The tré (a tiny theatre in their miniscule town of Otterstow). Unfortunately, they have accidentally trapped themselves and cannot return, although they don't seem to be in any hurry to do so. Ignatius (the mayor of Otterstow) suspects this is the case and has enlisted the aid of the parents; Slide, Sandra, Pete and Gina. None of the adults have figured out how to open the passage, which seems to involve a mysterious box that they can't open. What's going on right now: Grace and Simon are exploring the Rialto, which is the theatre on the other side of the passage. They've found something to eat, are cleaning the china, cutlery and glassware so that they can have a tin of spaghetti (with meatballs in). About the page... Well, now we know it's fiction. Two teenagers, taking it upon themselves to clean dishes without being asked. Grace's conjecture that there is hot water on demand is correct. This would be a great luxury in Otterstow (or anywhere in The Kingdom for that matter). I think I got a pretty good essence of their misgivings about the canned spaghetti. Although, in reality, I don't know many teenagers that would turn it down. |
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Drawing completed - 25 JAN 2011
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Page 92 Rialto Living Quarters "Hey, there's steam coming from that water," Simon said. As he had described, little wisps of vapour were emanating from the column of flowing water. Grace stuck her finger out to feel under the water. She had just touched it when she drew it back instantly. "It's hot!" she announced proudly. "Is it?" asked Simon. He stuck his hand under the water and instantly withdrew it. "Shave me! It is hot!" Grace looked at the taps. "Ha! I was right. They got hot running water!" Simon turned the 'C' knob a bit and cautiously felt the water. "All the water heaters I've seen make just a trickle or they take ages." He tested the water again. "Seems about right now. Let's wash the dishes and eat." Grace found a towel and dried the dishes and stacked them away after Simon had washed them. When they were finished, she opened the tin and spooned a little out on two separate plates. Each of them had a taste. "Hmm," said Grace, sceptically. |
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