[THE Ka]

Ka looked out, no one seemed to have any interest in cleaning up the party, even though it was falling into a state of sleepyness. Everyone had eaten their fill, and it began to take effect. The crowd that had hidden the ka was now rather tired and had ended their play with little clapping from members. They slowly but surely returned to the ka as it played a melancholy melody upon chimes that gave it a musicbox effect on the room. They floated and followed all in a state of stoic attention to the music's origins, whilst others would believe a musicbox lived in the dark corner.

Should it go home?, thought the ka. Helping to clean would be best, even if no one joined. Then, Ka noticed more guest had arrived and one of the members retired to the cleaning closet. Giving a moan of disatisfaction in these events, ka became restless. To help, or leave home? Below these concerns lived a different, more personal fear. Reveal one's self? Members were still at the party, even if they were comatose from sleep and food they would wonder were the crowd had gone.

Suddenly, though, out of no apparent concern to once thought pervious fears, ka instructed it's crowd of avatars to gather cleaning supplies, no deviations. When supplies had been rather forcefully attained from the cleaning closet ( and a member grumply disturbed from sleep) the crowd was instructed to clean up anything left out of place, and to leave the food table and guests unaranged. They calmly and quietly followed instructions, floating about sleepy members with complete ignorance of them, yet making sure not to alarm them.

Then, from the dark corner, Ka appeared in it's true form. 'It' was a tall young miss, dark hair highlighted with red hairs of parental origin enclosing a long pale face, dark blue eyes and a slavic nose above a thin little mouth always held too tightly, as commented by her relatives. The face in complete study, as would be told by friends of this creature, upon first impression would seem to the viewer 'mystifyingly angered' or 'darkly pessimistic', and that the old proverb, "don't judge a book by its cover" applied to this event. The body, was clothed in a dark length of fabric, of highly victorian importance, and attension given to detail so that it look like she had stepped out of a 'Pride and Prejudice' of her own making. looking around, Ka viewed to see if it was okay to continue. Nothing really happened, and with a smile she tied her hair up with a ribbon and said:

" Well, time to catch up." and with a garbage can in hand, made the rounds about the abode.