Hurricane Frédérique

I sat at my desk in my sitting room and stared at the pile of unopened mail in front of me. So much! So much to do! So much to catch up on!

I sighed, feeling overwhelmed. I'd been so damn busy in that other place (called Real Life) that I had fallen behind on my work in St John. How am I going to get all of this done, I wondered?

I began to open and read the mail and make notes. One histrionic missive made me raise my eyebrow, so I set it aside to deal with later. I sorted the mail into piles. Here are the vacant parcels I need to process. Here are the requests for land. Thank heavens they seem to equal out.

"Gabi....oh Gabi...."

I could hear a man calling my name from outside. I smiled, recognizing the voice. I got up and went out on my second-floor veranda that looks out over Lake St John.

And there, hovering right across from me was my Guy...in a balloon.

Not only was he in a balloon, but he had a weather vane attached to a hat on his head. There were a variety of instruments hooked to the side of the interior of the basket. I recognized one of them as a barometer.

"Well now," I said. "THIS is not something I was expecting to see today."

Guy grinned at me. "Do you like my weather station balloon?"

"It takes the 'weather balloon' concept to a whole new level my love," I said.

When Guy arrived in St John earlier this year, I had told him that we had unusual weather events. We have a hurricane every year like clockwork and it snowed three days every year...the SAME three days every year! December 24, 25 and 26. With weather like this, you'd almost think it was scheduled!

Being a scientist, Guy had expressed interest in studying our weather in St John, as it is so unusual. I had completely forgotten that he wanted to do that....until this very moment as the basket of the balloon bumped up against the railing on my second-floor veranda.

"Nice hat," I said.

"Yes, nice hat," said a voice from the ground.

Guy and I looked down from our respective perches to see CC standing on the ground, shading her eyes and looking up at us.

"If anyone knows good hats it's you CC," I said. I noticed she had a folder in her arms.

"Hey there CC," Guy called. He then turned his attention to me. "Gabi, in all seriousness, something is up with the weather. I decided to take this rig out for a test spin just for fun, but the readings I am getting concern me. It's why I floated over. I had to tell you."

"He's right," said CC. "That's why I'm here."  CC is St John's meteorologist and she has the telegraph at her place.

"Oh hell," I said. "There is a hurricane coming, isn't there?"

"Yes," said Guy and CC in unison.

"This one is Hurricane Frédérique,"added CC. "The telegraphs with the details started coming in about 30 minutes ago."

"Move over," I said to Guy. "The Duchess of Carntaigh is coming on board!"

I hiked up my skirts, clambered over the railing and slid into Guy's arms in the balloon. I grinned up at him, hopped up on my toes, slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Where to Milady?" he asked once he had recovered from my enthusiastic greeting.

"Take us to CC's. We have an emergency telegraph to send," I said.



STEAMLANDS UNION TELEGRAM

SELENA ANANSI WINTERFELL
MOSSEVENO TENK NEW BABBAGE
DESMOND SHANG CALEDON
LUCIEN BRENTANO MARIKESH MONDRAGO
KLAUS WULFENBACH EUROPA WULFENBACH

HURRICANE FRÉDÉRIQUE APPROACHING ST JOHN LANDFALL IN NEXT 6 HOURS REQUEST ASSISTANCE ADVISE HEAVY CAUTION

GABRIELLE RIEL


Event Schedule: http://stjohnintelligencer.tumblr.com/post/150820535286/hurricane-fr%C3%A9d%C3%A9rique-event-schedule

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