Well, now that the Gatchamania diaspora has a place to return to, let's see if the Magical Mystery Medicine Bottle will produce a slip of paper with an appropriate prompt.... And, fellow Gatchamaniacs, Bradbury's Jar Prompt #324 is: Needle It has potential, don't you think? Get your thread and stitch together a response! *BTW, I'll be posting Prompts 319-323 a little at a time. I don't want to crowd out the other threads.

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Drip...drip...drip... The cell was cold, damp, and smelled of mildew...or mold...or maybe some fungus previously unknown to Earth. Five Gatchamaniacs -- KT1972, Chris White, Katblu42, GrumpyGhostOwl, and ElectricWhite -- sat close together; the first four ladies squeezed onto a short bench that also doubled as a bed, and EW sat in her wheelchair, facing the others. The only sounds were the unseen drip and the occasional sniffle or wheeze. "I wish they would've left my inhaler." EW finally said as soon as a slight squeak escaped her lungs. "Or at least give us some allergy meds." CW added as the thought of her sinuses exploding and spewing gallons of green snot again crossed her mind. "Hang in there," Cep's voice replied from a communicator disguised as a black FitBit on EW's wrist, "help's on the way." Looking more and more like a barn owl wondering what bastard frightened the field mice back into their homes, GrumpyGhostOwl sat there and muttered, "Not soon enough." Drip...drip...drip... "So...." CW said. "What can we do to pass the time?" EW asked. "Don't say 'count the drips'," Katblu chimed in, " 'cause I got bored and stopped at 752." Drip...drip...drip... "Well," EW finally said, "I'm not sure why this popped into my head --" "Uh oh," KT muttered, "this can't be good." " -- but I just thought about this thing some classmates and I did once. We took the names of our first pets and combined them with the names of the streets we grew up on. For instance, if you grew up on Main Street and you had a cat named Fluffy, your porn star name would be Fluffy Main." KT was the first to respond. "I can't imagine Kez Byland doing anything for anyone somehow." she said with a chuckle. "Tiny Pineberry?" CW said, "Yeah, not doing it." Katblu added, "Sooty Katupna. Or, alternatively, Lady Francis Greenway." "Hmm..." KT replied, "Those don't seem to do much, either." "I doubt a name like Spot Ninth would inspire anyone." GGO said in a tone that surprised everyone -- in spit of her facial expression earlier, she didn't sound as if she was ready to seriously maim anyone. "Right away I wanna say 'Spot the ninth what ?" EW giggled. "Rusty Maple it is!" Cep proclaimed. "Looks like Cep wins." KT said. The cell was filled with softly spoken agreement. "Hold it!" GGO cried. Her eyes locked onto EW and a finger pointed in her direction. "You haven't told us your porn star name!" "I haven't?" EW replied innocently, "Huh." Drip... A low volume cacophony of "Come on!" and "We told you ours, you tell us yours!" as well as other words to coax or demand that EW join in the game filled the room. "All right!" EW hissed, "If you all keep needling me, I'm gonna start bleeding!" Everyone fell silent. Even the water didn't drip. EW took a deep breath, and... "Woof-Woof Larkwood." Silence. A sonic boom of belly laughs filled the cell. "Woof-Woof?!?" "Let me guess -- Woof-Woof was the name of your cat!" "Where in the hell did you get Woof-Woof?" "Woof-Woof!!! " "When I was about two my mom let me name one of the poodles, okay?" Just then the door flew open and three Spectran soldiers stormed in. One grabbed EW's wheelchair and spun her around to face him while the other two kept their guns trained on the other four Gatchamaniacs. The soldier who turned EW pressed the muzzle of his assault rifle to her forehead. "Where's the transmitter?" he barked. While EW fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head, her companions gave the Spectrans confused looks. "Don't act stupid!" the one to his right snarled, "We traced an unauthorized signal to this room." "Speak up," the first one continued, "or you'll be inhaling the fine mist that was once your friend's brain!" There was a low rumble. The room shook. Plaster dust rained down upon the group. Klaxons sounded. The Spectrans darted out of the cell, slamming the door behind them. "Sounds like our ride's here!" CW shouted over the din. Suddenly, the foursome on the bench rushed over to EW, who was slowly sliding out of her chair after fainting