{"id":4998,"date":"2013-10-27T02:00:37","date_gmt":"2013-10-27T09:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/?p=4998"},"modified":"2016-04-07T15:52:32","modified_gmt":"2016-04-07T22:52:32","slug":"1-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/?p=4998","title":{"rendered":"&#8211; 1 &#8211;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s a week or two earlier.<\/p>\n<p>Lucy attends an underground fighting tournament.<\/p>\n<p>There are rings and rings of people fighting down below. There are at least four battles going at any given time. It\u2019s dark and the area is tented like a circus.<\/p>\n<p>She squints down.<\/p>\n<p>She pokes the girl sitting beside her.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou,\u201d she says. She waves her underground fighting playbill. \u201cHuman girl. Tell me of Sid and Max.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Emily glances at her.<\/p>\n<p>Lucy suddenly flashes on an old Vulcan salute. She flares her nostrils. She looks away.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNevermind,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHa ha!\u201d says Emily. She sing-songs, \u201cMax has a fan-girl.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The evil prophet of space kills her \u2014<\/p>\n<p>Wait, no.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s a pretty sweet viper palm, admittedly, but it goes through where Emily\u2019s neck<i> had just been <\/i>and not through Emily\u2019s actual neck. Emily is on the floor, having just kicked out the metal support from under Lucy\u2019s chair. The evil prophet of space tumbles forward and lands awkwardly over the shoulder of Meredith, who was sitting in front of them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cClub represent!\u201d says Meredith, pumping a fist.<\/p>\n<p>Lucy hisses and thinks about killing her, but because Meredith is in the Konami Thunder Dance club she does not. Instead she awkwardly rights herself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m Emily,\u201d Emily says. She is holding out a flat hand. Lucy stares at it, waiting for it to writhe with some sort of aegis of evil prophecy, or possibly stupid-Vulcan-salute-girl cooties, but it doesn\u2019t. So finally, resentfully, she shakes hands.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLucy,\u201d sulks Lucy.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh! The new girl.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am not \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lucy sighs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am <i>here<\/i> to watch Max\u2019s <i>fight<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cToo late,\u201d says Emily. \u201cYou just missed \u2014 <i>just kidding sit down<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lucy eyes her. Then, showing off, she snaps her fingers and restores her chair to solidity with the power of the wicked god of space.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s a week or two earlier. Lucy attends an underground fighting tournament. There are rings and rings of people fighting down below. There are at least four battles going at any given time. It\u2019s dark and the area is tented like a circus. She squints down. She pokes the girl sitting beside her. \u201cYou,\u201d she [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2959,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"series":[47],"class_list":["post-4998","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-the-storm-that-saw-itself-chapter-2","series-the-storm-that-saw-itself"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Icon_Ink_Spock.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4998","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4998"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4998\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6176,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4998\/revisions\/6176"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2959"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4998"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4998"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4998"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/books.hitherby.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fseries&post=4998"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}