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Anadron and Goldarny were joining their energies. They had discovered another dimension in their explorations and had decided to do a scout peek, for a few minutes.
Their first exploration together. It was quite thrilling and new to them.

They had chosen a cell of the sand hive, to be quiet and kept warm during the process.

They joined their hands letting their awareness encompass the other’s awareness, they blended their focus and created Andrimiñ. The qualities they merged in this new aspect could be translated as a male.

He had not yet a shape. The shape would be created as soon as Andrimiñ would enter that new dimension. Andrimiñ was their messenger, their explorer. He would gather and explore the dimensions and as he was connected with them and not fragmented he would always be connected with their own focus in Asaris. He was still new and they had just merged basic qualities so they could taste the dimension through his experience.

Andrimiñ was quite excited and almost faded out, but Anadron and Goldarny managed to sooth their own excitement. A smile on their face, they projected their explorer to the Alienor dimension.

hahahaha and another whith Quitin’s children??? did he had them with Yann :D?

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hahaha, I’m having lots of fun scrying

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Sam chuckled when Becky and Saint Tina asked him about the bandages

— Well, it’s the . It’s obvious she exploded in the center of a Constipation Point, and Ogrean was just in the center of the Excitement Point of the Constipation Prout.

Becky looked even more puzzled, and Tina began to laugh widely with Sam.

— I just needed to let the anger burst out… it seemed a harmless way of getting rid of that fracking mummy and having fun in the process.

Jobson Batt and Ernie Young toasted each other with a warm glass of fine French brandy. Disaster Damage Team, or DDT, was doing fabulously well, and they congratulated themselves on their perspicacity and foresight.

Another storm was heading for the west coast, and they chortled happily in anticipation of plenty more work for their booming business.

Sawyer reached for his boots, his eyes still blind with sleep. He didn’t know how much longer he could cope with all this. Years ago, when he’d joined the Weather Incident Rescue Team, or WIRT, he’d imagined a relatively easy life, long spells of inactivity in which to play poker with his team-mates, and an occasional exciting incident. Little did he realize that he would be working on average a 100 hour week…and even then, the team was chronically short-staffed.

hahaha, well fuck it, we had better ask Sam about the bandages, you ask him Becky, said Tina.

No you do it, Tina, said Becky

Sam has been calling me Saint Tina lately, said Tina

Oh for fucks sake Saint Tina, okay I will do it, said Becky

Do you think it suits me, you know the “saint” thing? I rather like it. Sam is such a sweetie-pooh said Tina.

Becky, what is Sam talking about with all those stinky juicy bandages?

Fucked if I know, Tina, I was hoping you could tell me!

oh, well, it should be Jo, without an “e” I guess, said Tina. Hmmmm shall we just delete it then? It’s ages since I have deleted anything, and we can’t have it not making sense, she added, trying to keep a straight face.

SCHPOOOOOOOH!

In the saloon everybody became silent.

That noise was so awful.

What could it possibly be?

As Jo entered the saloon, he was startled by the unusual quietness of it. And he was even more startled to see Mc Gaughran covered with bandages, filthy and juicy bandages. He seemed quite paralyzed with terror. Did he see something horrid? He was coughing harshly.

Jo couldn’t help but laugh. And every one in the saloon began shyly to laugh also.

Beattie and Leonora had finished unpacking their belongings, and had rearranged the meager furnishings of the little white washed cottage. There was one item as yet unpacked: a sturdy wooden crate.

What are we going to do with them, Bea?

Hmmm? Beattie looked up from the computer. Oh, the bloody skulls. Well, not on the mantelpiece that’s for sure! We’ll have to hide them again. How about in the old bread oven outside?

There’s an idea, replied Leonora. Give us a hand then, Bea…

But Beattie was busy tapping away at the keyboard. Well, what a coincidence! she cackled, turning round to face Leo. Bert’s found another one!

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I got mine too

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eyes far, surprise yourself! connected, crying, quiet.

dear Armelle, whatever experience smiled, gift noticed.

Now, there are some funny hidden messages in the word clouds

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Another funny sync tonight, my gaze was attracted by one of the ads on the sidebar about a site to share maps.
On that website, clicking from one map to another, I got myself on that page

And the icon I clicked on was a restaurant named “chez Georges”, near the street “rue du Renard” (street of the fox).
And the user name is Anita Pand(jaitan)…