Satin:06/21/1998
June 28, 1998, before dawn: Well, we fell. But by falling, we became Gods and Goddesses. Ha! What fun! But first, let me explain the rather interesting fall. It was kinda hard to breathe, but not impossible. We were falling, so I tried to slow time for me and whoever I could reach, but botched. So of course, I tried again, and botched again. Huh. Guess this isn't as easy as it seemed. Ok, I think maybe I'll just try saving myself. Rachel has managed to angle toward me and we are now holding on to each other. I start dancing, which is an interesting experience in freefall. I hope it helps, it must be why my magic wasn't working before. I hear voices in my head, the party seems to now have a conference call going. They are discussing saving us, and mention we must work together to survive. I ask how? And immediately start trying to teleport myself to the ground below. This teleporting time stuff is not as easy as it seemed, and it takes me a few moments of concentrating before I again botch. This is not looking good, but I have to try again, I don't want to go splat. Rachel seems to be singing, and we start slowing down relative to the rest of the party. Well, at least someone is having success with their magic. The rest of the group has formed a circle, but nothing seems to be happening. Rachel and I slow some more, and I try my spell one more time, and yet again, I botch. I guess dancing in freefall and trying magic I've never done before isn't easy, or maybe not even possible. I feel a jolt and realize we are speeding up again. I guess Rachel couldn't hold the spell. I tug on her arm and point to the group below and to one side of us, and attempt to join up with them. That was a mistake. Rachel and I start tumbling, but I manage to stabilize our fall. At least I can still do something! But, thought that thought too soon, because we let go of each other, and make a dive for it. The group is obviously starting to slow, and I manage to miss and tumble out if control and pass under them. Rachel makes it and links hands with the circle. I realize my only chance of living now is to teleport up to the circle. Fortunately for me, that's a lot easier than what I tried earlier, and I manage to teleport to the center of the circle and then wham!! I slam in to what feels essentially like a solid wall. Ow, that's gonna leave some bruises.I stay in the center of the circle, having no concept of how to do the magic that's being done. I notice we seem to be starting to create vapor trails, which must look quite interesting from Earth. Suddenly, the floor (at least in a relative sense) turns opaque, and I can tell over the intercom that David is happy and in control. Someone plaintively asks how far up we are, so I check. About 20,000 feet and going 50 mph. We slowly descend, with me giving David periodic speed and height checks so we don't go splat by our own faults. Wouldn't that look stupid. As we get closer, we realize there are a bunch of people in what looks like a baseball stadium underneath us, watching us descend. They have made a pile of clothes and jackets and other soft stuff to help cushion our landing. How nice of them! That's when everyone else starts worrying about how to explain this. I say we should just start a party, they won't mind if we don't explain things. Everyone finally decides that the less said the better, let them wonder. Mystery and wonder in life is a good thing.
We land. A man in tattered robes approaches, not looking at us. Alex says, "Well, Rachel, looks like one of yours after all." Rachel walked forward, and the man prostrates himself before her. She's attractive, but really! It's not like she looks like a goddess in her biker leathers. I dance up beside her, and Alex takes up position on her other side, and David is behind us. Rachel asks the man to stand up and look at her. He does, but seemingly unwillingly (but who would disoby their god?) He identifies himself as Michael the Prophet, he brought these people her to greet us. Rachel said, "The wisdom you seek is but a few words." Michael repeats this, yelling, to the crowd. Rachel pauses, so I pipe up with, "Let's party!" He repeats me. Rachel says, "Not quite yet." Michael drops his head, looking embarrassed. Then she says something about bad times and happiness is needed. He repeats her. After she is done her words of wisdom, I dance up to Michael and take his hands and start dancing with him. He seems like a person who needs someone to make him happy, and of course I'm just the person to do it. From the look on his face, I think he's going to hurt himself. He finally gets up the nerve to ask who I am. "I am Satin." I smile, mostly because I am trying not to laugh at the look on his face. He really might just hurt himself! He asks if he can bring me anything. I reply, "How far do you want to go?" He falls to his knees. I think he is beyond hope now.
At this point, Alex, with a much louder and more ominous voice than normal says to the crowd, "Bring happiness and wonder back to the world, but beware the corrupt for they will feel my wrath." Or something like that. What a party pooper. I was too busy having fun to really notice what he said, but I was noticing the sour man who yelled at him, "Who are you? What is this? Who are these people? Michael, you said we would meet a God? Who are all these people?" Rachel tries to placate him. "Do you have such a narrow view of God that you cannot accept there are many faces to Him?" He doesn't seem too convinced. My turn. I danced up to him. "Why do you question how many gods there are?" He backs up as I press closer to him, until he eventually bumps into the crowd behind him. "Do you not see a Goddess before you? Do you not like what you see?" He looks shocked, or in pain, or at least like I've made a believer out of him. A man not to far from us in the crowd starts jumping up and down holding his hand up and yelling, "I do! I do!" I grin, kiss the man before me, and dance over to this new convert. We danced, he is much less shy than the last two. I love this.
I don't pay much attention to what the rest of the group is doing, I'm having a lot of fun helping these people have fun. At one point I notice food and drinks are brought out, and I do eventually decide to check when and where we are, which is somewhere in North Carolina, and it is Sunday 6/28/98, dawn. I keep dancing, and eventually take my shirt off and start dancing with it as a prop. This really gets them going! What a party! I haven't partied like this with Blockheads since before I met Sven. As a matter of fact, I haven't partied like this with anyone since Sven. So I dance.
As I dance I realize I have acquired quite a following. There were some people who have openly run away from me and my crowd, but many have joined in the fun. I feel great. After the stress of the botched magic, I was feeling a little weak and out-of-sorts, but now I feel better than normal! I dance, and many people are dancing with me. I notice one man near me, butt-naked, who can actually dance pretty well, and two other men and a woman, all naked, who can't dance real well, but are having fun trying. It makes me happy. I love this! Wonder what kind of goddess I will be remembered as? There are probably 80 to 90 people around me, dancing and having fun. I do a little trick I heard about from Sven, but couldn't do up until now. I use my mind to send out feelings of joy into the crowd, and it works! I feel a renewed sense of happiness and vigor in the crowd, and we all happily dance. I'm content to keep dancing until no one else can keep up with me, then I'll dance some more, just because I can.
But before this can happen, I feel a hand on me and see Rachel. I grab her hands and she dances with me. "Isn't this great!" I say to her. "Yes, it is, but we must attend to the others." She nods her head toward a crowd of people and a litter bearing Reuben. "You're no fun!" I pout, as I keep dancing with her. She replies, "Not now, but I will be later." This sends interesting ripples of conversation through the gathered crowd. I grin. "Ok, I'll be ready in a minute." I keep dancing, and send a last subliminal feeling of ecstasy into the crowd. And wow does it ever work. I seem to have started an orgy now! This is great! But then I realize Rachel seems to have been overly affected by the spell, and she grabs and kisses me. I realize she does not have control of her senses right now, so I attempt to calm her using the same spell, but it doesn't work. She is getting more insistent in her attentions, and I hear Alex behind me say, "Calm her down, Satin." I keep kissing her to keep her occupied and try the calming spell again, but again fail. It must be the mild panic I'm feeling that is keeping me from succeeding. I then had an idea. I stop kissing her, look her straight in the eyes and say, "Catch me!" and take off running toward the litter. The crowd, in its euphoria, parts for me, but then closes on Rachel, so she has to push her way through to catch me. Obviously they don't want her to catch me too quickly. So I ran toward the rest of the party, Rachel and Alex somewhere behind me pushing through my ecstatic followers.