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hurricane: u home rn?

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hurricane: everythins good
hurricane: just wanna talk if thats cool

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hurricane: uh huh

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[ not too long after is there a knock on his door... assuming his room's where he's at. ]

[Opening it up]

Hey, dude.

Hey Hurricane. What's up?

You got a sec?

I, uh. I kinda was hoping for some advice.

For you, always.

And I can sure try!

C'mon in and sit down.

[Holds the door for her, and steps back to give her some space to come in]

[ slips past him and heads for the bed, taking a seat on its edge and folding her hands in her lap. ]

[Shuts the door behind them - hesitates]

You can't tell no one, kay?

My lips are sealed, Hurricane.

Me and Nem talked to some kinda mushroom demon. We were trying to get info on where the angel is.

Mushroom Demon? [ blinks. ] Man, they got demons for everything. Find anything out?

It was kinda hard to understand her. She spoke real weird, like in riddles or whatever.

But... I wrote down what I remembered, and me and Nem looked it up later. Turns out she was quoting a poem.

What poem? Poems got all sorts of meanings and, like, I can ask a few friends off-offhandedly about it if you need. Obviously I won't say where it's from, but I have been interested in poetry because of Raven and Lily so it might not seem too weird.

I got the poem written down.

...who're you thinking to ask? Me and Nem are planning on hitting up a couple literary types.

I can ask Raven. He graduated, so he's not, like, technically even here anymore, but we have that Mall thing.

Okay... yeah. Yeah, he seems like the book type.

[Hands over his notebook; it has the following poem carefully copied down:]

[Quattrocento by Margaret Atwood

The snake enters your dreams through paintings:
this one, of a formal garden
in which there are always three:

the thin man with the green-white skin
that marks him vegetarian
and the woman with a swayback and hard breasts
that look stuck on

and the snake, vertical and with a head
that’s face-coloured and haired like a woman’s.

Everyone looks unhappy,
even the few zoo animals, stippled with sun,
even the angel who’s like a slab
of flaming laundry, hovering
up there with his sword of fire,
unable as yet to strike.

There’s no love here.
Maybe it’s the boredom.

And that’s no apple but a heart
torn out of someone
in this myth gone suddenly Aztec.

This is the possibility of death
the snake is offering:
death upon death squeezed together,
a blood snowball.

To devour it is to fall out
of the still unending noon
to a hard ground with a straight horizon

and you are no longer the
idea of a body but a body,
you slide down into your body as into hot mud.

You feel the membranes of disease
close over your head, and history
occurs to you and space enfolds
you in its armies, in its nights, and you
must learn to see in darkness.

Here you can praise the light,
having so little of it:

it’s the death you carry in you
red and captured, that makes the world
shine for you
as it never did before.

This is how you learn prayer.

Love is choosing, the snake said.
The kingdom of god is within you
because you ate it.]

I figure it's about, like... Eden, you know? But if he can give us anything more than that, that'd be real good. If you got any ideas, too, I'm all ears.

I'm thinking, like... if this was an answer. Should we be looking for a way to get to the angel from the garden? Up in heaven?

[ she reads it over. ] I'm kind of getting the same sort of vibes. Like, hm, [ she's going to do a quick search on helloogle. ] it might be a good idea to dig into the author, er, poet, Atwood, because apparently it's a pretext for her [ clears her throat. ] reflecting on the human body as a hybrid of material existence and immaterial consciousness.

[ hums, thoughtful, ] so if we consider everything, then, like, Heaven isn't technically supposed to be in Hell, so it's kind of the hybrid in this case, since it's not fully here. I wouldn't doubt that it's a way to get to the Angel. I wonder if that stupid cube guard *thing* is part of the equation.

[Thinking that over for a beat or two]

...you think?

I'm not 100% sure, but, like, ...maybe there's more to explore up there and that *thing* is hiding something. It's worth at least looking into.

Yeah... yeah. Could be.

Thanks, dude. I guess we gotta come at it from all angles.

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