Blood Sweat And Glitter (rewrite)

Dr. Cornelius Everett Wondertainment sat on a boat in a stagnant pool, hunched under an umbrella of his own devising. It was quite honestly a thing to behold; a perfectly transparent cone floating half a metre or so above his head, catching the raindrops and accelerating them before forcing them into a slight curve that sent them flying skyward once more. A miniature fountain, giving off a slight white glow that cast rainbows in all directions. He'd planned to hand them out free of charge, for visitors and citizens to use on rainy days. A little taste of Wonder to keep spirits high in the face of the depressingly capricious Bostonian weather. Not that there were any spirits to keep high.

He'd pored over the reports enough to know the figures off by heart. Expected № visitors on day one: 8,000. Actual: 1,850. Average № expected visitors per day for the following month: 4,000. Actual: 130. Expected № permanent residents after six months: 35,000. Actual: somewhere in the region of 50, including himself, a dozen remaining staff members, and a lot of squatters who were still in the process of breaking the wrecks down for parts. He'd given up trying to chase them off after a while. There didn't seem much point.

He leaned back in the boat and looked to the sky, modulating the UmBrilliant to allow a faint patter of raindrops to fall around him. Somewhere in (an ill-defined spatial direction approximating) the distance, a car alarm sounded, poking through the extradimensional fabric like a soft, auditory knife. Cornelius let out a sigh, deep and heartfelt, and tried to make himself comfortable on the deck. Above him a poster, finally torn loose by the storm, caught on the mast. As he let his eyes unfocus and his thoughts wander, he was reminded of the fact that he'd never been able to have the images move like he wanted. One more failure to add to his monumental checklist. Probably for the best that he hadn't spent all that money, really, given how things panned out in the end. Would've been nice. Pricey, but nice. J. K. Rowling was a hell of a negotiator.






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