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The clue bat is not just for supervisors.

Tonight figment0 gave some inaccurate information to othercat. (He'd thought that Rev. Not-So-Nice Super had dismissed only one job instead of the whole area.) She came back into the area where I was at and inquired, visibly stressed. When she learned that it was inaccurate, she got more stressed. I whipped out the clue bat. "Want to borrow this?" I asked.

She grinned the shark grin and went off after him.

We saw him emerge from the bathroom. "Oh, othercat's looking for you," I said.

He disappeared in the vague direction she went.

Almost immediately thereafter, offstage in the empty and echoing hallway:

*WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!* *WHACK!*



All supervisors bust up into laughter.


It's for moments like this that I keep that thing around.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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