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  • #382
    TracyTracy
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      Sumelfi was busy. She was a Sumafi Elf from the Database Dimension and had been assigned to Becky, who desperately needed some help with ‘Keeping Track’ as she called it.

      #380
      EricEric
      Keymaster

        When Al met the others, he was rather nonplussed by the profusion of capillar effects. Hairs colours were now a bit out of fashion, but he had to admit that Sam’s colours were radiant… Well, had it been for himself, he would have preferred something a tad bluer.

        When Becky had made her appearance, he was really impressed. He found Becky had made a “bald” move that was suiting her dark complexion to a T.
        (Becky was indeed sporting her African ancestry, coming from her mother Sabine Baina N’Diaye, with as much pride as her expensive boots).

        As for himself, Al was not displeased that he had followed the good-hearted advice of sweet Tina about his hair loss. But, as he had discovered along with Hari Amgic, it all boiled down to the fact that was he was finding the tonsure rather elegantly distinguished, and giving him the looks of a wise old monk.
        That had made Tina laugh of course, as she was finding him looking more like a monkey :(|) than anything else. Well, fine then, a Capuchin and that’ll make us agree on something at least, he had retorted a bit vexed.
        The truth was that now, with the help of Hari, he was growing hair so fast that he had to shave them in the morning, and they would be knee-long and thick in the evening… But that was fun.
        He was laughing now; he couldn’t have the monk look, but at least he had the sadhu look.

        He said to Tina with a mischievous wink that he really loved her hot pink dress with the little white kitty cats patterns on it. Perfect Goldilocks look. :D

        #379
        AvatarJib
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          Sam had a sudden impulse… he went out to the body shop and bought some dyeing stuff…
          He ended with greenish and purplish hair with pistachio shades… brilliant he thought, brilliant.
          And then he focused a bit on his wrist and let the shape shifting take place… he was now wearing a beautiful lively phoenix tatoo. The bird had just been rebirthed and was still like a tiny pooh.. he was crawling up his arm and growing fast.

          With a big grin of satisfaction, Sam called his friends Tina and Becky and asked her where they were and told her to hurry, they had to meet the others at the grumbling lake in an hour.

          :yahoo_good_luck:

          #378
          TracyTracy
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            Then she had an idea. She went into the bathroom and got a new razor out of the packet. She paused for a moment, but only a moment, and then took a deep breath.

            Ten minutes later she surveyed her new look in the mirror. Bald as a coot, and so CUTE! Her delicate elfin features were perfectly suited to the new sleek streamlined style. Becky rummaged in her trinket and jewelry box, and selected some chunky silver Tuareg earrings to compliment the new style, applied deep cranberry red lipstick, and chose a vibrant multicoloured silk dress.

            Wow! Becky had to admit she looked absolutely stunning.

            #377
            TracyTracy
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              Becky was momentarily speechless. :yahoo_idk:

              #376
              F LoveF Love
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                Tina thought of a great gift for her friend Becky.

                She purchased her a gift voucher for an hour’s consultation with Hari Amgic. Hari had helped Al considerably when he was facing similar hair loss issues. Mostly Hari worked on identifying core underlying beliefs, particularly in relation to hair follicles, which was his area of speciality. Also a bit of energy work was involved and advanced visualisation skill training, or something. Tina was hazy on the details. Al had explained it of course, at some length. The main thing was though, that his hair looked great now and Tina felt optimistic for Becky.

                Let’s hope it grows back before Sean gets here thought Tina, chuckling merrily and shaking her fine head of thick glossy curls. It’s 2033, anything is possible!

                Her advanced psychic skills told her something was up between Sean and Becky, although Becky had not said anything directly to her. Perhaps she was not aware herself yet.

                She actually had found a message on her phone from Sean the other day, but it was so slurred that she could not make out what he was saying. Probably asking after Becky. How cute!

                Dear Becky, about time she got herself another lover. She hoped Sean could cook though, not everyone enjoyed Becky’s rather creative, albeit nutritional, culinery offerings.

                #375
                F LoveF Love
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                  Tina politely pointed out, she was only reading the Reality Times, Becky’s news source of choice, and the sentiments and ideas expressed were not necessarily her own. She wondered, gently, why Becky was so defensive when she had only been asking for input.

                  Was it because her hair was falling out?

                  Anyway, even her new haircut could not disguise the big bald patch Becky had created, somehow, thought Tina, compassionately.

                  #374
                  TracyTracy
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                    Tina was still living in the past. My golly, Tina, it’s 2033, not 2003!!! The times had shifted! Becky almost shouted.

                    #373
                    F LoveF Love
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                      Tina had been wondering if she wanted a child , and was considering the personal and ethical implications of this. There had been much discussion in the Reality Times recently of placing restrictions on the number of children couples could have, in order to counteract the growing population problem. This had been discussed many times over the past years, however the issues involved were becoming more pressing. People may be required to apply, and undergo suitability testing, if they wished to be parents. Areas such as any past criminal history, alcohol dependency issues, etc, may automatically exclude one from eligibility for parenthood. This was being hotly debated again, with many feeling it was violation of their personal freedom.

                      She asked Becky what she thought. Becky was looking in the mirror and pulling faces.

                      Oh doesn’t worry me. Yikes! I don’t want any horrid little rugrats anyway. Give me dogs any day. Do you like my new haircut Tina?

                      #372
                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        Becky yawned and blinked. What a dream she’d had, full of babies! :yahoo_surprise: And they had all been squalling and crying at once, making her head spin and deafening her :yahoo_not_listening:

                        Well, only a dream she said, and went to make coffee. :yahoo_coffee: Whilst eating her breakfast a little later that afternoon (she had overslept well past noon), she perused the Reality Times newspaper. :news: There was a big advertisement for the forthcoming opening of the new T.R.A.P. Amusement Park and it reminded her that Sean would be arriving soon from Dublin. :bounce:

                        Unaware of any association with her thoughts about Sean, Becky picked up her telephone and booked an appointment for a haircut. :yahoo_on_the_phone:

                        #1449
                        EricEric
                        Keymaster

                          For the benefit of Finn, who wondered, here is an excerpt of an interesting conversation:
                          (# 241)

                          TP: ok, so Sean and Becky get it together then, and have triplets, then quintuplets
                          TP: then quads
                          TP: IVF
                          TP: hahaahhaah
                          Q: wow
                          TP: 12 kids
                          Q: poor Becky Pooh
                          Q: =))
                          TP: and Sam is godfather
                          TP: oh she finds she loves it
                          TP: haahahahah
                          Q: interesting
                          TP: but, Sean drinks a lot, and Sam helps her

                          #371

                          Dublin, November 2057

                          Hallowe’en had always been associated with fond memories with Sean. After all, back in 2033, it was the inauguration date of the first T.R.A.P. entertainment park, where he and Becky had been falling madly in love with each other.

                          There had been lots of things for Sean to put aside, especially considering how quick it all had been for them, especially considering the death of his wife, and this too short period of grieving by all standards, but well, bugger off the others.
                          He had not wanted to give any explanation, and Becky and him were sure of what they did.
                          And all had changed that year, even Becky had suddenly wished for lots of children. And they’ve had got children…

                          2035, the triplets: Oliver, Léan and Illana
                          2037 the quintuplets: Flora, Finn, Frank, Fanny and Fergie
                          and finally, in 2038, quadruplets: Vivian, Eve, Kevin and Mavie

                          He was thinking of his father, and how they had almost ceased to communicate. The children now, were almost all grown-ups and this would be the first Christmas they would have together with Becky without the children. Sean was feeling a bit nostalgic.
                          Perhaps he should phone his father, the upright Lord Hilarion Wrick

                          #368
                          TracyTracy
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                            Vinya Grey left the laboratory, and projected home to her pod. Her genetics experiments were coming along nicely.

                            (Becky was wondering whether she really knew enough about the subject to write about it, and decided to do some more research before continuing her entry about the 23rd century)

                            #367
                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              Becky had been wondering whether the baby Tina had introduced into the reality drama play was a boy or a girl, and had been tempted to look, so to speak, but had felt a reluctance. The thought that the baby was a hermaphrodite had crossed her mind, but she dismissed it, and decided to think about it later…go with the flow, see how things turned out…..

                              #362

                              Give it to me Arona. I’ll look after it. Sanso wondered if he was making the right decision.

                              (Becky wondered if she was making the right decision. Well never mind, she thought, I can edit it out later if I change my mind)

                              Arona glared at him, but handed the tiny bundle over to Sanso. He stared into the little blue eyes and fell in love with the baby. Poor wee mite, he said, bandied about like this like a baton in a relay race. I’ll look after you. The baby gurgled and Sanso had a strange feeling that the baby was in fact choosing to be with him, and that he had just agreed.

                              #339

                              ‘When Finn the eskimo gets there, evrybody’s gonna jump for joyyyyy……’ Becky was singing again, weird snatches of songs that came from nowhere.

                              #358
                              AvatarJib
                              Participant

                                Sam was feeling better now… He eventually accepted to drink Becky’s mixture :yahoo_drooling: and eat some rice, but he insisted on putting some curry in it.

                                After that they went out for a tour in gondola, they were to meet Al and Tina in the CP of Central Park.

                                #355

                                Gibraltar, Spain, October, 23 rd 2007

                                When Dory’s partner (well, the last one that is) came back from his shower into the lounge, he found little Becky playing with Dory’s computer as though it were her own.
                                He had always found strange that his first wife’s daughter had get along so well with the temperamental archaeologist… In fact they mostly ignored each other, but they were so similar in many respect that it was like they didn’t even need to communicate, they just knew each other.

                                Becky was only 5 (or was it 7? Dan never knew of course, which made Sabine, his first wife, constantly reproach him his lack of care) but she was brilliant. Perhaps that was the father in him talking, but he knew she would be doing great things. At such a young age, she had read The Perilous Treks of Lord Gustard Willoughby Fergusson (written by the Lord’s widow-then-remarried wife Floribunda von Grotto) so many times he had lost track himself (“as always,…” “now shut up Sabine, will you!”) and that was the least of her talents, he could tell.

                                For the moment, Dan was more wondering about Dorothy. It had been nearly a month she had been away for her vacations in Madagascar. Two weeks more than she had told him… And there was this Jabin man in Tel-Aviv still trying to reach her. Well at least, he had forwarded the message to the hotel, so she would have had it.
                                She might have delayed her return, especially if she had found some interesting archaeological stuff… well or a more handsome man… At least Dan could understand the handsome man, he laughed so loud Becky turned her head to him.

                                — Are you alright Daddy?
                                — Oh yes I am, treasure. What are you doing on Dory’s laptop? Not breaking anything are you?
                                — Oh no… I’m just having fun with one of Dory’s friend…
                                — Ahahaha, really? Dan was impressed
                                — Yes! But I didn’t tell her that Dody Doo was not home, she’s a bit of a worry wort.
                                — Ahahaha… Dory will come back, sooner or later, don’t worry…
                                — Oh, but I don’t worry Daddy! I know that she’s well. Now, I’ll tell bye bye to Fionny Fea and we can play backgammon!

                                #354
                                EricEric
                                Keymaster

                                  — But we’ll have to find a pseudonym, Al had said to Becky, as they were discussing the unusual play last day.
                                  — Yes! Becky had said enthusiastically.

                                  And Al had known he was going to love the surprise that Becky would be finding for them.

                                  Now, he was waking up, and the sun was bright and the sky clear above the waters. He’d had dreams of a huge reception, with lots of foods at all levels of a huge building, that people were eating and eating, but still there was always enough for everyone, and more, diversity too.

                                  And there was this groundhog day dream before (and a popping blue dot in his peripheral vision as he was jotting down his thoughts, err he always thought jolted, that would make Becky laugh again), and in his groundhog day, he was winning millions in many different ways, but all that money had a purpose to help him in a rescue mission. He could not die before his mission was accomplish, or everything would start again, and again the abundance would be here in the form of millions…

                                  When he saw Becky’s last entry, he wished he could hug all of them soon…

                                  Yurara Fameliki… I love that name, he said to the noisy bird nesting on top of his window…

                                  #1312

                                  In reply to: Yuki’s Livrary

                                  EricEric
                                  Keymaster
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