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    The cave was silent, except for the sounds of water springing from one of the wall.
    The night was long and full of dreams. Georges and Salome were here since a few weeks now, and the were spending a lot of time with Malvina, talking about many things from different places that Irtak had never heard of. One was called New York City, another was called Vienna, another was the Smoo Cave and there were so many more… Malvina seemed to know most of them. That was the first time he ever wondered how old she could be. Since his arrival here, it had never come to his mind that she could be “old”. He knew she was wiser than most of the Elders, but she seemed so young.

    She had magic. Maybe that was the key to her youth.

    He felt Heckle and Jeckle stretching their attention in their dream state. Their bodies were lying together on the warm sandy floor, and their light bodies were playing around. He could see them flickering in and out of the room. He could follow them if he wanted, but his mind was full of the places their guests had described.

    :fleuron:

    Georges and Salome were lying on an improvised bed, made of a snoot fur on the warm sandy floor. He was holding her tenderly. Their energy gently merged in a single movement. They were fully opened to one another and Salome was creating an inner landscape for them both to play in. Sam’s body was lying nearby, and her spirit was frolicking around in this inner landscape.

    They were sitting in the center of a clearing, at night time. The sky was full of stars and Georges did recognized the sky of the Murtuane. An owl was hooting not far away, sated after her hunt. They could feel her contentment, the hunt was good, several big mice tonight…

    Malvina was with them, and appreciating of the environment. She had had few occasions of going to the Murtuane herself. Even though she was so close, living on the Duane, its planetary sister.

    Where are we exactly? asked Malvina.
    Not so far away from the purple beach of Kandulim where Jarvis once came. Jarvis is a focus of Georges. And he surprised me once… Salome recalled that event with amusement.
    Georges grinned widely and chuckled.
    Yes, I can remember.

    Malvina sighed with relief.
    You are aware that my sisters are coming soon to the cave.
    Yes, we could feel the calling, so to speak. This is the crossroad of many probabilities, and it is connected to many, though not as spread as the shift in “our” dimension is or was, depending on when you project your attention.
    It was Malvina’s turn to grin now.
    Yes, I am aware. It will be soon time for us to move the cave into another location.

    SPOTCH

    OH! THAT’S WHERE YOU THREE HAVE BEEN ALL THIS TIME? INTERESTING ARRANGEMENT OF YOUR PSYCHE. THOUGH I PREFER MY CAVE.

    SPOOTCH

    Sam got on her legs and barked, quite surprised by this sudden blinking in and out of the dragon.

    HAHAHA, we didn’t even have the time to seem surprised. said Georges. Lëormn was quick. And he likes being in himself.

    Salome got on her feet and stroked Sam playfully. The dog was licking her face with affection, and stopped suddenly. She seemed to have heard something.

    The owl hooted again.

    My sisters are closer than what I first thought. This owl is an aspect of Oorlaith. Malvina’s gaze became distant for a few seconds. She won’t come tonight with us, though she gives you her fond appreciation. She’s currently busy with a man you already know… Leonard. Another one like yourself :)
    Salome raised one eyebrow.
    Leonard his here too? That’s an interesting information :) things won’t be dull with him if I dare say so. ;))
    I think he’s got a crush on her. He’s doing some stuffs for her at times… and he’s still with his dog.
    Sam barked a few times, waggling her tail and Georges grinned.
    You remember Moufle, eh!? Well, do you know where you’re going Malvina?

    She looked at him intensely and then at Salome.
    You might be surprised.

    #1697

    In reply to: Synchronicity

    Jib
    Participant

      wow Giant frog synch!!!
      My sister called me yesterday and she told me about a dream in which she was fighting with giant frogs, and I told her that in the Naruto japanese series, he once summoned a giant frog (the king of the frogs, called Gamabunta ) and had a fight with it :D

      COOAAA :face-kiss:

      And who told me about a dinosaur :-?

      #717
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        Becky, Becky, wake up… Lordy, she’s really in denial, you’re right sweet pea…
        We’ve got to rush now, all the people are already arrived now, and we’ve got to go to the civil ceremony now
        Yes, yes, we’ve got plenty of rice for you Becky
        What? Yes, I suppose she ate those mushrooms that were in the blue mud package. They were only supposed to be rehydrated and applied on the face, not eaten… Now she’ll be delirious for quite some hours…
        Peregrine, Guinevere, kids, yes, take that dress, and take good care of the bride herself, she’s not much on her two feet today…

        Al was doing his best to apply all the self-centering techniques he knew and not let things get awry now… Glad he had Tina to help, her practical senses sharp as ever.

        #1898
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          tjmarshall57: hahahaha as if it’s not bad enough with the weeding, now poor girl has blotches all over her face!
          tjmarshall57: wedding not weeding
          tjmarshall57: do russian wear velis?
          tjmarshall57: veils
          tjmarshall57: hhhm, blessing by a shaman, plaiting together of the couples hair….(is Becky still blad?)
          tjmarshall57: The biggest concern at the wedding is to have enough liquor. A Russian Wedding is an event where everybody must be drunk. No one will be surprised if people drink themselves to unconscious on the wedding – and many do.
          tjmarshall57: well, that will appeal to Sean
          tjmarshall57: You are probably surprised to find out that a Russian wedding lasts for 2 days!! (Well, at least. Some weddings last as long as a week, and this is something to be proud of and remember for years: it means the couple had enough liquor to go on and on, and enough devoted friends to stay.)
          tjmarshall57: The Russian church ceremony is colorful and solemn but the complete traditional ceremony is very long, and as guests and the couple have to stand during the ceremony (there are no benches in Russian churches at all; people must stand during all church services), faints are not rare.
          tjmarshall57: right, so a fair amount of fainting and drunkeness then
          tjmarshall57: Then the witnesses continue running the wedding, reading jokes and poems, and sometimes asking the new couple questions to make fun of them.
          tjmarshall57: Franci will you be my witness, you’d be perfect
          tjmarshall57: “Za molodykh!” (“For the newlywed!”)
          tjmarshall57: Traditionally money is considered as the best gift, and is given in an envelope. Some time after the beginning of the reception when people start to become drunk the witnesses will ask everybody to give their gifts and one of the witnesses will collect envelopes from the rest of the guests with a tray.
          tjmarshall57: Then people have time to dance. First dance is opened by the new couple. After the music starts, there is no exact script anymore, and witnesses can relax a little. They still occasionally announce a toast but do not entertain the guests with jokes and poems; guests by this time are already having lots of fun and are able to entertain themselves.

          Movements become quite hectic; some people go out “to refresh”, and at some moment in this movement the bride gets… “stolen”! She disappears, and when the groom starts looking for her, he is faced with a request for a ransom. Usually it’s his buddies who “steal” the bride. A more or less short wrangle about the amount, and he can have his new wife back. But he must watch out – the bride sometimes may be stolen a few times!

          tjmarshall57: right, so we have drunkeness, fainting, jokes, poems and insults, and theft and abduction
          tjmarshall57: Then there are the bride’s friends – they steal the bride’s shoe. The groom must pay ransom for the shoe too – the guests enjoy watching wrangles.
          tjmarshall57: Often guests leave the wedding in such a condition that they cannot remember what happened. If this was the case with the majority of guests, then the wedding was a huge success
          tjmarshall57: AHA! This is the key! I will write about it after the wedding, when nobody can remeber anything about it
          tjmarshall57: Day two of the wedding:After the meal the bride must “clean” the floor in the room. The fun part is that guests are allowed to mess as much as they want while she is cleaning
          tjmarshall57:
          tjmarshall57: another part for you!
          tjmarshall57: guests on a Russian wedding enjoy it much more than the newlywed couple who are all the time made fools of.
          tjmarshall57: The most popular period for wedding ceremonies in Russia was between the Christmas and Shrovetide (a week before the spring fast). This period was called the wedding period.
          tjmarshall57: well, the timing is right
          tjmarshall57: One of the many superstitions still prevailing among the peasant population of Russia is that, on the occasion of a marriage, the happiness of the newly-married couple is not assured unless the parents of the contracting parties are soaked with water from head to foot. When a marriage takes place in summer this is easily accomplished by ducking the fathers and mothers in the nearest river, but in winter they are laid on the ground and rolled in the snow.
          tjmarshall57: who are the parents?
          tjmarshall57: Among the Koraks of Siberia a young man seeks for a maiden with considerable dowry in the form of rein-deer
          tjmarshall57: oh, well we can have psychoactive reindeer pies, anyway
          tjmarshall57: Kovalevsky has well shown that many of the marriage customs of this country are survivals from a primitive and prehistoric age when the woman ruled the household and had more than one husband.
          tjmarshall57: hhmmmm
          tjmarshall57: it all points to a distant age when the matriarchal system prevailed, and the brother was his sister’s guardian. In Little Russia the brother’s sword is decked with the red berries of the rowan tree, red being the emblem of maidenhood.
          tjmarshall57: red fruit sync!
          tjmarshall57: no wonder I threw the cherries away!
          tjmarshall57: ahahahahha!
          franci_free: oh hrllo
          franci_free: goodness
          franci_free: will need to read back
          tjmarshall57: hahahah oh there you are
          franci_free: well what a complicated theme
          tjmarshall57: haahah well
          franci_free: you will have to write about the wedding
          tjmarshall57: the key to the whole thing is that everyone was so drunk that nobody can remeber any of it aftrwards
          franci_free: hahahah
          franci_free: great!
          tjmarshall57: thats my angle, I think
          franci_free:
          tjmarshall57: and s few things fit perfectly
          tjmarshall57: the red fruit
          tjmarshall57: the time of year
          tjmarshall57: the drunkeness, Sean will love that
          franci_free: the splotches?
          tjmarshall57: well, nobody will remeber that
          tjmarshall57: afterwards

          #710

          Tina could not help but wish the wedding was over, what with Becky’s strange illnesses and then all the indecision and fuss over the wedding dress. In the end, after quite some deliberation with Felicity, the Bridal Goddess, they had decided upon a Russian themed wedding. Tina could not believe that now, after all that planning, Becky seemed to be in denial that the wedding was even taking place!

          Is it today! she had screeched in a panic, when Tina called her first thing that morning.

          I can’t get married today Tina! I consulted with the Snoot yesterday.

          Tina sighed. She seemed to do an awful lot of sighing when talking to Becky.

          Calm down Becky, what exactly did the Snoot say? said Tina gently

          Well most of it I didn’t understand, something about I have created the splotches to be more allowing of my cleaning aspects, and to not be cleaning so much and to wash my hands more … and then he recommended some special green clay to improve my skin, to help those awful splotches I have been getting on my face … oh and he said no more mushrooms or red fruit. Well I don’t want to get married with my face looking like this Tina! Becky wailed despairingly. And the Snoot said it could take some time … but if I could let go of my crottes I would feel my inner vibration more freely … it was all a bit confusing to be honest Tina … and what are crottes anyway?

          #92
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            :face-glasses: :paperclip: In the timeline tab [for legacy] I’ve added at the bottom a link towards the slightly styled version of the full list of registered events if you want to have them all before your eyes.
            I plan on adding some of the last ones, to help keep track… well, sort of :yahoo_hypnotized:

            #2115

            In reply to: Snooteries

            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              I daresay the Cloud is agreening with the Snootie Cutie:

              Aspects (of the) front (leave you) wondering mostly. (The Snoot) smiled (and) next, (had His) face soft. Remember… (these hints) work (…) yesterday yourself seems give later (the) world(‘s best) dragon doctor

              Honey, (most) creatures (like the) mouse wanted human earth (like illite). Dead indeed soon others follow…

              #2114

              In reply to: Snooteries

              The SnootThe Snoot
              Participant

                Dear Balls

                The Snoot is giving you this link to a balancing material of this earth .
                Thou canst use it to cleanse thy inner being as it is well atuned to the vibration of the freeflow of your inner organs.
                Thou canst also apply it on your face and appreciate the softness of thy being, though thou wilst never have as soft a skin as the liquid fur of the Snoot ;;)

                The Grreeen Sn :yahoo_sick: :yahoo_sick: t

                #1427
                ÉricÉric
                Keymaster

                  Congratulations to Mrs T. Pooh for snatching the 1111 th comment this morning :face-smile-big:

                  #2112

                  In reply to: Snooteries

                  F LoveF Love
                  Participant

                    :yahoo_rofl:

                    AHEM ……..

                    Dear Cutie Snootie (I take it this is how you like to be addressed?)

                    Thank you.

                    Yes …… :face-plain:

                    I am going to take my cleaning aspect to one side and tell it what you said. Free the flow of my back and neck! I will command it imperatively. Well, I think it was highly intuitive of you to know that THE KEY was my back and neck. You are fantastic Snoot. I FLOOOOOOOOVE and appreciate you and in doing thus I FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE and appreciate myself also, and thus the whole of the world and even Mabel.

                    I bought some red fruit today, I hope you are fully recovered.

                    sincerely and anonymously
                    A. N O N Y M O U S

                    #1681

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      Some interesting development came today, as I was brooding a new comment about the twins and their books, and other sorts of interactions surrounding this.
                      I found out a new movie, based on a series of children books: Spiderwick, which features twins, an old book, and strange creatures.
                      Of course, there is the old mansion (in New-England, US), and the name is reminiscent of Wrick too. Not to mention the “spider” which is linked for me not only to the spiders on the island(s), but more so to Francie’s last discussions and post on her multiply blog which I happened to have found only yesterday, though I remember Francie mentioning it at the time.

                      The creators of these books are a writer (Holly Black) and an illustrator (Tony DiTerlizzi), so this is also a collaborative work, and probably a hint for success :face-grin:
                      By the way, with all these “holy” jokes recently, “Holly Black” seems like more than just a nice perspective :yahoo_yin_yang:

                      The website of the movie is also quite interesting to navigate inside, very well done…

                      #687

                      Kay wasn’t sure about what happened after that.
                      Akita was laughing, a slow and deep laugh. His face was changing oddly as his energy was generating different speeds and movements.
                      And Anita was laughing too and speaking about a big pink pig, melting around Akita.
                      That’s when Kay began feeling the difference in energy. The 4 other essences were observing with a strong interest what was hapenning to the man, and other essences were arriving… so many of their attentions here, the place was quite crowded and Kay was beginning to feel overwhelmed. All the surrounding area was oscillating dangerously.
                      It was like a hole in the veils between the dimensions, and it was frightening Kay.

                      Kay took his decision quickly. He jumped. Bit Akita’s leg.

                      The sharp pain was apparently enough to stop whatever was happening.
                      Akita was shouting, swearing with rage, and that was familiar and reassuring to Kay.
                      Whatever it was, Kay would not let it happen again, and the spiders were not involved. Nothing to do with their energy.

                      #1507
                      F LoveF Love
                      Participant

                        haha yes :face-plain:

                        still working on my dance video and also practising how to add pictures, I thought self help was the best spot for practising, well I don’t have any pictures to add at the moment but I took one of the goat and the circus so I could add those later.

                        (dancing owl deleted)

                        #683

                        The landscape had become oddly unfamiliar to Franiel. He had walked this path to the Village at the foot of the mountains maybe a half a dozen times, yet he felt certain he had never before seen these surroundings. He had never seen this patch of bright yellow flowers with their golden centers, nor this gnarled tree whose branches dropped down over the path causing Franiel to stoop in order to pass by. He stopped, hesitating, should he return the way he had come, find where he had left the path? Yet even while his mind was telling him what he was seeing should not be, he knew in his heart that he had taken no wrong turning. He touched the trunk of the old tree, and asking for wisdom, felt it’s reassuring energy calm his anxiety. The way ahead, though unexpected, felt friendly.

                        As fate would have it he had not journeyed much further when he spied a fellow traveler coming towards him on the path ahead, a small figure swathed in colourful robes, wild and dishevelled locks of hair protruding exuberantly from beneath his brown leather cap.

                        Greetings Fellow Traveler, cried out Franiel as he drew nearer, My name is Franiel. I am travelling from the Monastery of Margilonia to the Village of Chard Dam Jarfon, and foolishly I appear to have mislaid my way.

                        The stranger chuckled merrily. Greetings Franiel, Indeed If that is your destination then I fear perhaps you are more lost than you care to admit. He motioned towards the grassy bank at the side of the path. Perhaps we might sit awhile and talk, for I know that I for one, could do with a rest and bite to eat.

                        A splendid idea, replied Franiel, sensing magic in the stranger and enjoying immensely the unexpected diversion.

                        So my friend you are a long way from the Village of Chard Dam Jarfon.

                        Am I indeed? mused Franiel, How could that be, for that was where I was heading, and as far as I know I did not step from the path, and yet here I am.

                        The stranger chuckled again, and his laughter was so infectious that Franiel joined in, not really being able to identify the source of the amusement, yet feeling all the better for it.

                        And how important is it that you get to the Village of Chard Dam Jarfon?

                        I am on a mission from Aum Geog, the newly appointed Abbot, replied Franiel, as he pulled out the chalice from his pack, to have this cup inscribed.

                        The stranger reached out for the chalice, and studied it intently for a few moments. He took some of the water from his own water bottle and poured it into the chalice. Muttering a few words which Franiel did not recognise, the stranger closed his eyes and held the cup up as though offering it to the Gods. After a few moments he took a sip from the chalice. A look of delight crossed his face, As I thought! he chuckled.

                        Now drink, my friend, he said offering the chalice back to Franiel.

                        This is the sweetest Nectar you carry in your bottle ! Franiel exclaimed in surprise after taking some sips.

                        The stranger chortled, It was plain water from the river I passed on my travels. I gather from your surprise that you do not know the magic of this chalice?

                        Franiel shook his head. Well to be honest I have not really given the chalice much consideration, only to briefly wonder at my task. My mind has been more occupied with other matters. Franiel looked at the chalice in his hands, And what more can you tell me of this magic?

                        I can caution you to be wary my friend, I would not be so quick to show strangers you meet on your path this cup, for be assured there would be some who would be keen to possess this. He frowned for a moment. What are the words which are to be inscribed on this chalice?

                        Franiel pulled the sealed letter from his pack, and, feeling only a moment’s hesitation, opened it; “Bibere venenum in argento”, he read haltingly, then shrugged. I confess I don’t know what that means, I have not been taught in the old language.

                        It is a curse of the Ancients, it means “drink poison from a cup of silver”. Seeing the puzzled look on Franiel’s face the stranger went on to explain. The magic of the chalice is to transform. I uttered words of love and the water transformed to sweet nectar. Had I whipered words of hate and fear, had my intention been to kill, I could have changed the water to bitter poison. The power though is not in the chalice, it is in the intention of the one who holds it and who knows of it’s magic.

                        Franiel shook his head, bewildered, I can find no sense in this. Why would Aum Geog curse the cup in this way?

                        The stranger turned and looked at Franiel, his clear blue gaze piercing and direct, I don’t know this Aum Geog, neither do I know his heart …. I know that you are the bearer of the cup now Franiel. Make sure you are asking the right questions.

                        #682

                        Looking at the clearing, where there was seemingly only a little girl on the trunk of a cut down coconut tree, Akita found himself puzzled. A girl, alone, in that dangerous jungle… Might it be a trick from his old enemies? The giant spiders were vicious, and could play some tricks of mind on humans, he’d witnessed before he’d run into Kay, who was granting him some sort of protection. But as far as he knew, they couldn’t do anything that elaborate. They were rather primitive in their projections, and were more inclined to slimy nightmarish visions than cute little dark-skinned girls, however untidy were her clothes…
                        Besides, Kay seemed to trust her. And she could see him too. Usually, humans other than partners of spirit dogs couldn’t see them, but at times before they reached puberty, children were able to get glimpses of them, Kay had explained him.

                        Apparently either the girl was a simpleton, or she had an impossible chance not having yet encountered the spiders, being as she were, pretty oblivious to what was around her, and speaking to herself or imaginary friends, while fiddling with a small device the like of which Akita never had seen in his life. The thing was making beeping noises much like a radio emitter, and his heart leapt at the idea that she might break some god-sent transponder found in the wreckage from which she surely had been a miraculous survivor…
                        Kay, who had been observing and talking to the little girl, came back near Akita in a blink.

                        — Don’t worry for that device, it’s just a game…
                        — A game? It seems quite sophisticated for a game…
                        — It’s my Gamegirl Advanced, said the girl, without detaching her gaze from the tiny screen… But the batteries will soon be dead, she added with a lovely pouting face.
                        — Better the batteries than you, retorted Akita. So who are you? You can call me Akita… And I guess you’ve already met Kay.
                        — I’m Anita, but everybody calls me Anu.

                        She put the tiny thing at her side, and smiled broadly at Akita.

                        — Wow, you have such strange clothes, it’s like you’re out of one of those black and white war movies that my father used to watch…
                        — No wonder, little girl, we are at war.
                        — I’m not a little girl, and I don’t think you’re right. We’re not at war!
                        — That was probably well intended of your parents to hide you the truth, but thing is we are. I’ve been stranded on this island for months now with these loathsome creatures, and all I can suppose is that these spiders are secret weapons from the Nazis.
                        — Oh, Nazis? Like in Indiana Jones! Anu started to giggle…
                        — What do you mean? So you know of Nazis?
                        — Sure, my great granddad fought them on the beaches of Normandy, that was many years ago.
                        — I don’t understand… Do you have any idea of what’s going on? Akita asked Kay
                        — Grwl… All of your human quandaries don’t usually make a great deal of sense to me, if you ask me, but I guess her friends would probably know more…
                        — Her friends? You mean, her imaginary friends?
                        — Oh they are not imaginary, Anu and Kay chorused.

                        — Let me try something, Kay said.

                        And the ghostly dog form contours started to wobble like a poked cube of jelly, becoming a single ball of phosphorescent ectoplastic energy that started to rotate around Akita. Akita’s vision, disturbed by the movements started to blink at a more rapid rate until his peripheral vision started to show some distinct coloured St Elmo’s fires. They were four he could count, at least for the closest ones. At time they overlapped, and when he was focusing on his peripheral vision, he could get more and more stability in these visions.

                        Kay had stopped, and was again crouched near Akita.
                        — That’s all? Akita asked in dismay…
                        — Now you know the trick, answered Kay, almost shrugging…

                        — It’s really easy, said Anita, beaming at a disoriented Akita. Also… Yuki told me that apparently time is considerably slowed down on this island. And while a month passes here, ten years pass in the world we come from…

                        #676

                        A hotel room in New Venice, January 2034

                        Sean had agreed reluctantly.
                        As his father Lord Wrick had been aware for some time, Sean had been heavily drinking following the death of Margaret, and though he could still speak with her, he had a hard time not to take her as an illusion from his guilty mind.
                        So, wary of the impacts on his grand-children, Guinevere and Peregrine, Hilarion Wrick had demanded him to personally take care of their education, and have them move with him. The year before, he had acquired an old mansion in the Orkney Islands, in a healthy location far from the buzz of towns, and was in the process of having it restored. Its previous owner, Baron O’Dolly seemed to have disappeared and Lord Wrick had seized the occasion, as there was a nice big area of land around the place. Restoration would soon be over, he’d said, and he was wishing the children would move in the next spring.

                        Of course, Sean had known that his father’s proposal was no mere proposal. With the wealth and lawyers he had at his disposal, even if he would have to wait years, he could get what he was wanting. Even if he was to crush everything in the process. So he had agreed.

                        Why do you feel sorry? You are no fit to raise children, and Becky is certainly no better than you… the ghost of Margaret was saying
                        You know what it is, I feel so inadequate… What will my children remember of me?
                        Don’t be stupid, they love you… And I’ll talk to them… On the contrary, loving the old bat won’t be as easy for them

                        This almost brought up a smile on Sean’s face.

                        Yes, you’re right, and you are right for Becky and I… Perhaps we’ll have children, but for now, I suppose we want to enjoy being together, and take a deep bracing breath.
                        Then stop being so gloomy and go call her. Perhaps you even want to start looking for an apartment in New Venice for both of you, to make her a big nice surprise for your wedding. She didn’t seem so fond of the idea of staying in Dublin for extended periods of time.
                        Yes! And I’ll book our honey moon too… She wants to see so many places I suppose I’ll have to book a cruise over the world. And perhaps get tickets for the first trip in the cross-oceanic tunnel… Thank you Margaret, I’m so full of projects…
                        Why, thank YOU, she said with a bwink (a simultaneous blinking and winking, in ghost’s jargon).

                        #675

                        But what the heck is he doing? He’s not gonna puke into my car! Armando was giving short anxious looks at the rear having finally noticed where the frogging sound was coming from.
                        Oh, no… Al is very professional Tina was giggling. You know, he’s a top consultant on health issues. He’d tell you that better than me, I’m just a cosemotologist, but he knows what he does
                        Oh really? Armando sounded interested
                        Indeed… Al started
                        Cosemotologist? interrupted Armando, almost flying over a wild goose crossing the path of the car.
                        Yes answered Tina, batting a few eyelashes in the process.
                        It has to do with this new thing, like using emotions as make-up?
                        Yes, sure. It’s pretty effective for black spots, for instance, I’m not telling that for you of course. Here’s my card, if you’re interested in some private consultation. I also do sebum-blotches analysis, all you have to do is apply your face on a sheet of paper…

                        Oh, wasn’t that mean, Tina? although Sam was finding the discussion hilarious, he knew Armando was quite ticklish on his appearance.

                        And what’s the use of his swelling and frog sounds then? asked Armando, in a subtle attempt to move the focus of attention away from him
                        Mmm… I’m still experimenting, but it’s an alteration of some of our common digesting bacterias, to have us efficiently process some of the new foods. But as I see it, the process of adaptation of these new bacterias may have some unpleasant side effects of swelling. Fortunately, I’ve found some old beat in the MuSoundeum that seems to help dissipate the swelling effects… I suppose the singer is still alive now… Perhaps you even know her, she was called Britta Toothpicks

                        Good grief, here it is! Armando was visibly very relieved to have the rooftop of their destination on sight. He started to descend abruptly, making Chump bark at the slight air decompression, and in a matter of minutes, at the sound of frogs and Britta Toothpicks’ beats, they had all landed safely on top of the River Soup Restaurant and Salsad a new hype all-you-can-eat restaurant, where people would sit on boats and scoop their food out of the soup-river.

                        #674

                        Dr Bronkelhampton gazed at the impassive bandaged covered face of Sasha Goldenwort propped up in the corner of his office.

                        Stupid fool, she said. What a bloody mess you are in now.

                        I know, it’s all gone horribly wrong really. What shall I do?

                        Sasha snorted. What! you are asking me? I let you perform your stupid untested experiments on me, clearly I am not the sharpest tool in the toolbox. No, don’t ask me for advise, I see my main mission in life, oops sorry in death that should be, is to haunt you for the rest of your sad little life.

                        Don’t be hard on yourself Sasha, and in a way you died for a noble cause. Others won’t have to suffer the way you did.

                        Oh Bugger off, said Sasha

                        Chris? Nurse Bellamy popped her head around the door. Are you busy? I thought I heard you talking.

                        Dr Bronkelhampton!”, Nurse Bellamy, please for God’s sake, can’t you get anything right!

                        Nurse Bellamy flinched. Dr Bronkelhampton was acting so peculiar, she was worried about him. And It was all the fault of that little upstart, Veranassessee!

                        :fleuron:

                        Veranassessee wished she had thought to ask her boss to remind her what Plan B was. It had sounded good at the time, but now she found herself somewhat at a loss. She sighed. Sometimes she felt like chucking all this secret agent business in and marrying her devoted boyfriend, Mahiliki, on the neighboring island of Fukitupi.

                        Well she was just going to have to play it by ear!

                        #672

                        Twilight was in a reflective frame of mind. She had felt real sad saying goodbye to her brothers, and that Blue Bull Elroy had won was worrying away at her. She’d had a dream about it the other night, the bull had got loose and it was all her doing. Well she didn’t remember much more than that about the dream, but it left her with a worried feeling.

                        What is is honey? asked Mama Belle , who had been watching the quiet girl and had seen the shadow pass over her face.

                        Oh it aint nothing much, I am just being addled brained. I were thinking about my brothers.

                        Well honey, you just say your prayers for them at night, and leave them to the Good Lord to mind out for. One thing don’t do nobody no good ever is worrying.

                        Do you believe in God, Mama Belle?

                        Mama Belle chuckled. Sure I believe in God, even though all my life people said I must be born of the devil to get this way. Her eyes took on a faraway look. When I was little my mother said to me, “God must sure love you Belle. He knows you one of his special children to give you such a hard testing in life. He knows you can take it.” Well I took that to heart, and fact is, far as I know, we only got one shot at this life. So I might as well make the best of things I reckon. The sun still shines on Belle honey, don’t you worry.

                        Must be hard for the sun to get through all that hair though, thought Twilight, feeling a bit sad for what her friend had been through.

                        Them’s the freaks I reckon, those ones that pay just to come and have a look see.

                        :fleuron:

                        Dear Elroy and Jo

                        I am having a fine time here, meeting some real nice folks. Mr Elson has got a plan to put some of my dancing in the show, in an act along with Bleep and Flop, that’s two of the little folks, Bleep is only 3 foot high, and Flop is not much more than a few inches taller. Well it will be fun and it means I will get paid more than just minding them babies.

                        Felix Otterworthy, or they call him “the Otter Man” on account of the fact he ain’t go no legs, is a very learned gentleman. He has said he will help me some with my writing if I would like. Well, that is probably the thing I feel most excited about. He read one of my stories, and said it showed “some potential”.

                        So it is all going fine. I can hear them now doing the first call of the day, so this is a short letter for now.

                        My friend Mama Belle says I should pray for you boys. I said, “I reckon them two are beyond help”.

                        Well I am only making fun, got to go now, Be sure and write me something back.

                        lots of love Twi

                        :fleuron2:

                        ROLL UP! ROLL UP! WELCOME TO FABULOUSLY GREAT FREAKUS CIRCUS! THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH! See extraordinary acts and amazing feats! COME AND MEET THE FREAKS! See the Man with Two Heads, yes that’s what I said, TWO HEADS. Meet the ugliest woman that ever walked the face of the earth, that’s if you can stand to look at her! ROLL UP! ROLL UP!

                        Another day at the circus was starting.

                        #667

                        Number Four was dreaming, at least it was what he was feeling. The quality of his vision was blurred and he couldn’t really focus on details. He was in a dark room with another man. Despite the darkness, he could clearly see that the man was very pale. There was a third man, mad eyes and hysterical laugh, and a woman.

                        The man mad was speaking and assigning them a mission. It was about… skulls? Crystal skulls :yahoo_idk:

                        All of a sudden his hearing was crystal clear. He had heard the name of the woman… Carla… He was asking her to go and find a Viscountess, find the skull…

                        Then he turned to the pale man.

                        Robert, my dear Robber, hinhinhin! I trust you with the Hawaiian witch. Be careful she’s dangerous and very powerful. Don’t misjudge her words or her deeds. Never accept anything, be it food or liquid. Don’t let them touch you either. But I know you already know that. hinhinhin!!!”

                        His horse-like laugh was unnerving, and Number Four was so excited, maybe he could learn his own name… why was it so slow!? He was looking at the Baron, watching him laugh showing his immense teeth and gum! Number Four almost lost his grip to the dream imagery.

                        Breathe he told himself
                        Breathe… Yes, Breathe deeply, YES, YES
                        The Baron had finished laughing and was smiling like a vulture.

                        When he turned his face toward Number Four, his eyes were swirling like hell, blazing hot red light…

                        “My dear one 8-}, to you I trust the most difficult one… My old mad friend on his foolish Island. He has a foolish project, and you’ll serve as a guinea pig…”

                        Number Four felt a strong twinge, his dream eye was blinking out of control.
                        The Baron’s voice was thunderous and other dimensional.

                        hinhinhin! My dear Claude……………………”

                        The sound of his name was enough, enough of this insanity… all his memory was accessible now, and he began to feel the rage gather inside of him.

                        He was fully awake now. He was in the middle of a nest, several birds were crying around, trying to raise the alarm.
                        He gathered his will and released it at once in a fury.

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