<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Surround on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/surround/</link><description>Recent content in Surround on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/surround/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Together we are Stronger</title><link>/stories/2018/05/26/together-we-are-stronger/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/26/together-we-are-stronger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="togetherwearestronger4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: New Bonds&lt;/strong&gt;
By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Maeve got back to her flat, it was dark. It had taken hours on the roll-on, roll-off ferry, then a fatiguing drive through heavy traffic. Her car too old to drive itself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How she was back, she wanted to call Brian, to hear his voice. He wouldn’t mind, but it wouldn’t be fair. He might be asleep already. It was late, and unlike her, he had work tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Together we are Stronger</title><link>/stories/2018/05/26/together-we-are-stronger/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/26/together-we-are-stronger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Story continued from &lt;a href="togetherwearestronger5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Drawing Closer&lt;/strong&gt;
By AmyAmy, based on an idea by John Hynden&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Maeve woke to the sound of the door buzzer. She jumped up and ran to the intercom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Hello?” she said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It’s me,” Brian said through the speaker.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She buzzed him in, then remembered last night. Had it been a dream? She glanced down. &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;. She was wearing a t-shirt and what looked like a pair of shiny black-rubber panties. She tried to peel them off, but they were stuck fast. As she’d feared. The goo had picked a shape that seemed more like a result of intelligence than chance, and it looked bigger than before, much bigger.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>