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  • #1056
    Jib
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      Sam wanted to see by himself. He had suddenly remembered what Becky had told them once about a pet shop with a nine-tailed glowing fox. He hadn’t paid attention at the moment, but this was somewhat reappearing in his dreams lately. One of his focuses was the link, and he was seeing his face more and more looking directly at him.
      He usually wasn’t speaking with his other selves, he was rather directly exchanging energy with them. At first it had been a bit awkward, practicing with telepathy and conversing with his friends was his main focus of interest. But once he was aware of how he could do that more easily and more efficiently, his attention wandered to other means of communication.
      Eschraiel was currently nudging him, and his animal form was quite intriguing. Especially since there were those kind of animals living now!
      He had arrived at the shop without really paying attention. He was following his guts to lead him exactly where he wanted.
      Being soft, in the kind of mode of processing he was in currently, the people around were like objects around merged with his environment, nothing standing out. Except maybe that woman in front of the big parrot cage… no, not the woman but the color of her gown, a deep indigo, vibrant and shiny. She turned her smiling face in his direction, but it was like Eschraiel’s energy superimposed on hers. He smiled back at her and continued to the rear of the shop.

      The creatures were in a dark room, their fur glowing with rusty and fiery shades. Apparently very engrossed in chasing each others tails… they had quite a lot to keep them busy. The little ones especially were jumping heartily on the older ones. Challenging them to retaliate… but getting apparently no response from them except a few grunts.

      :fleuron:

      No particular feeling at first.

      :fleuron:

      One of the little ones, maybe…

      :fleuron:

      This one. One of the older ones. A male. He was looking at him now, as aware of Sam’s energy as Sam was aware of his.
      He yelped a few times, standing like an Egyptian Sphinx.

      :fleuron:

      In no time, Sam was out with his nine-tailed glowing fox
      He’s so still, thought Sam.
      How would I name you? he thought, directing the energy to the creature.

      He opened his mouth and let his tongue out in such a way, it was like he was grinning and challenging him. Sam laughed and thought to the fox : So I have to play the impression game with you then.
      Maybe… I can call you Sam actually :))
      One bark was enough of an answer.
      So Sam it is!
      Another bark.
      I have to introduce you to my friends now… I don’t know why, but I have the feeling Al will love you

      #1050

      Leörmn was erring through the corridors of his draggilish mind. Some of them were nicely painted he’d found, but apart from some friendly glukenitch glowing droppings, it all seemed a bit empty.

      Of course, connections were ever there, floating around, and could be summoned as easily as a pleasant memory in the spacious eternal present. But those were not memories the dragon wanted to interact with.
      Since they all had made that move of the cave anchoring point to the past, nothing was quite as it was. A truism of course, but sometimes you can’t do much more than state the obvious first, to be able to change it.

      The remnants of the dynemotical ström (another word for wortex, or intercrossing of dimensions, or whatever you want to call this mess) was only starting to fray, and it had left them all in a kind of depressed mood. Depressed, as in less pressure, and a bit deflated.
      As soon as he imagined the words, they became reality, for dragon speech is about the very essence of things, and it can make things be what they are said to be.
      And so he was now morphed into a deflated rubber skin of a dragon, sliding inside the tunnel doing proutish sounds that he tried to put together into harmonious music notes, to entertain the schpurniatz colonies.

      The notes started to take some funny foggy shapes and, using the painted walls as a partition, arranged some pretense of a sentence.

      Words seem lamp; gives lost Malvina soon damn door, telling unexpected…

      Mmm, a door? Of course, little sweet Arona had been painting a door, but why couldn’t he use it too?

      The key was in bridging with the past now… that much he could tell, and perhaps that door may help.

      #1046

      Sharon and Glo were scratching their back at the same time.

      “I think I’ve got something there… a sunburn maybe… it’s been itching since a few hours now and it bloody wouldn’t stop. Will you have a look for me Sha?”
      “Well have a look for me first, my hump is bloody itching too… I think I have allergies… and it will bring you luck :yahoo_eyelashes: dear.”
      “Oh my Floveness! you’ve not shaven your hump today! I didn’t know you were so blimey hairey! I promise I won’t tell Mavis. Shall I fetch some biafine?”

      :fleuron:

      :spider: :yahoo_good_luck: :spider:

      #2149

      In reply to: The Story So Far

      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        Tikfijikoo Island (continued)

        (synopsis)

        It starts with the Dr doing some evil tests on that remote island; he’s with the nurse Bellamy, whose forte is coconut tree frog-leaping, and Veranessesseesessesses with her impossible name (V’ass)
        We then learn the Dr is mad, and his researches are financed by an occult organization, who V’ass is working for, to check on their assets; he’s mad but brilliant.

        He’s a bit of a transvestite too (fullname Chris Bronklehampton)
        The organization has given him a machine in which there is a crystal skull, unknown to him. This crystal skull seems linked to spiders somehow and his researches on spiders genome (blue bonnet), but we only know it’s coveted by many people. It’s all happening in our dimension, roughly at our time.

        (Where Leo and Bea are renting Jose’s house and they are Dory’s and Dan timeframe ie: now)

        The first experiences give dreadful results; there is Sasha (mummified by the doctor) who’s dead, and now speaks with the Dr; and there is Claude, who gained super strength and madness, and escaped the island facility.
        Claude is one of those working with the Mad Baron ; he’s on a undercover mission to get the skull
        (The false Viscountess —lady in salmon— at the auction was also working for the baron)

        So Claude escapes but there is another mysterious person looking for the skull; it’s Madame Chesterhope, and she’s sent the magpies to steal it. The magpies are from another dimension, they are famous stealers.
        Claude encounters the magpies on their mission. He’s captured in an energy labyrinth they have set on the island temporarily, to cover their tracks.

        Meanwhile, Sha and Glo have arrived. Dory wanted to go but she couldn’t find the airline (bag lady)…
        And Mavis later explains in a comment (555) how they all got involved in that adventure. She takes some time to convince her husband, and get to go to Tikfijikoo too. During the flight correspondence, she gets to know Paquita and Joselito.

        On the island, the Dr is losing it seriously. He talks to the dead mummy, and had blond wig and stuff.
        V’ass is reacquainting herself with the Italian of her secret organization, to report on the Dr. (insert steamy sex scene :)) ) )

        Dory is back at Gib, with Dan and young Becky and later, her friends Yurick and Yann came to visit; go see Salitre :)
        She has knowledge of Leo and Bea (Fletcher) – at whose place there are skulls too.

        On the island, everything starts to get crazy; since Sha and Glo arrived
        The magpies are ready to strike as a cyclone is coming.
        Claude has recovered his memory and is no longer mad; but he’s still trapped and tries to find an escape in a strange tree. He goes into another dimension, the giant spiders’ one.
        In this dimension there are a few human survivors. There is young Anita, and her mummified parents, but still alive from a plane crash; and a stranded soldier from WWII, named “Akita”, who’s got a spirit dog with him he’d found on the spider island.
        They somehow managed to survive in the giant spider’s jungle (the island is on top of a sort of Bermuda triangle).

        Anita is in communication with our four essences, who can manifest easily in this spider dimension and our essences are aware of an dimensional gate opening (the cyclone).
        All this people get together and succeed in escaping through the wortex.

        So now, that explains the people around the campfire on Tikfijikoo. It was all relatively brief, during the storm, where the others were sheltered on the facility (thanks to V’ass who cared for the careless Sha and Glo)

        Sha and Glo find out the magpies trying to pry the computer open where the skull is hidden; they crush the magpies with coconuts bra slings (exit the magpies in purple blood ;)) )
        They find the strange crystal skull they mistakenly think is some apparatus like an UV lamp. They take it to the UV room and plug it; it starts to project all sorts of lights
        They want to dance, because it’s like a disco.

        Meanwhile, one giant spider has managed to sneak through the portal, and goes close to them, but she gets sidetracked by the lightened skull and gets shrunk to a small size… and gets crushed by Sha and Glo (they’re the heroines of the day, but they don’t know squat ;)) )

        There is also a honeycomb subplot with a man named Jarvis on the island, with beehives.

        Now: Sha and Glo are dancing, Mavis is going out attracted by the campfire, finding out the survivors (The campfire was there because it’s night, and Claude is wary of the island’s owners, because he was abducted and mummified). The Dr is mad as ever.
        The skull is in the UV room, but they don’t know what it is — only Madame Chesterhope and Claude are knowing (possibly Jarvis and V’ass); but Mme Chesterhope is flung into the ocean crashing into Mahiliki’s plane recently :))

        #1027

        She was the first to notice.

        First there was a loud bang, that she perceived as a shock wave rippling all around.

        Then, she felt a strange flabby thing with bat arms fall into the ocean, while the other energy was coming their ways. “Wow,” she couldn’t help but think; “they’re having unusual nightly activities around for such a small isolated island.”

        The dog resting by the fire got alerted then, and tried to wake up the others. But apparently, they seemed oblivious to it.

        Then, something stranger happened. The small white rabbit started to talk, as if it had been aware all along.
        “It’ll take a while for him to see you again Kay, just don’t yap like a silly dog… Besides, you’ll disturb our guests”
        “Guests?” the dog answered back.

        The moment after, the rabbit had disappeared from the girl’s lap, and was standing between her and the dog.
        “Welcome, Balbina”, he told her.

        “How do you know my name?” she was aghast, unable to say if it was for the talking rabbit, or for the fact it knew her name.
        Unperturbed, it continued “It’s a busy night. There are lots of things happening, and we hope you’ll stick around. It may be helpful for our friends here.”
        “Er… why not… I mean, yes, sure. And you are?”
        Yuki, at your service. I’m not really a rabbit of course, but that form is convenient”
        “And cute too…” she said tentatively
        “Thank you”

        Balbina had never thought a rabbit could blush, but she would have bet it was the closest thing to a blushing rabbit she had just witnessed.

        “Sorry to interrupt you,” Kay said, but who are the other guests?

        a shrilling voice came as an answer OOOOooohh a campfire! How cuty pooh! Wait till Sha and Glo see that, we could have some roasted marshmallows and pork chops! I’m feeling soooo hungry…”

        “Great… So much for our little secret expedition,” Claude sighed as he woke up.

        #1006

        Bea sighed loudly, and dragged a tissue across her sweaty face. Leonora obviously hadn’t heard her, so Bea sighed loudly again.

        What’s up with you now? asked Leo, who wasn’t really paying attention to Bea’s incessant whining.

        Oh I dunno, I just don’t know what I want to do, Bea grumbled. My head’s in a fog. I’ve got hundreds of ideas, but I don’t want to do any of them badly enough to even think about starting anything. So then I try to sort a few thing out, you know, so I can bloody find things again, and I just end up with a big pile of bloody miscellaneous. It’s the bane of my life, all the miscellaneous stuff that defies categorizing. I should have been called Miss A. Laneous. I start to sort things out and then I get sidetracked; I never finish any sorting out, I just end up with more and more miscellaneous….her voice trailed off miserably.

        Leo swiveled round in the computer chair, took off her glasses and glared at Bea. Bea, you know you always find what you need by trusting that you’ll find what you need when you need to find it. You’ve told me that time and time again. You’ve droned on and on about that, how you love finding ‘just the thing’ and ‘by accident’ and now you’re sitting there moaning and groaning because for some inexplicable reason ~ Leonora rolled her eyes ~ you think that having things neatly ordered would be a better way.

        Well, it would be nice to be able to find what I’m looking for, Leo, Bea retorted.

        Well if you found what you were looking for right away, you silly cow, you wouldn’t find all those other magical bloody surprises by friggen accident, now would you?

        There’s no need to be rude, Bea said sniffily.

        Now it was Leo’s turn to sigh. Why don’t you bugger off outside and find something to appreciate, you grumpy old bat. “Oh! look at this, Bea!” Leo exclaimed, “Look what I just found by accident!”

        Leo swiveled the computer screen round so that her friend could see.

        Illi sat up and surveyed her surroundings. The sky was a deep azure blue, the sun was making twinkling stars on the waters of the lagoon, a warm gentle breeze rustled the coconut palm leaves, and birds sang and twittered in the foliage. It was indeed idyllic, and Illi decided to simply enjoy it, while her new ideas formed into a reality.

        Illi was enjoying a new found freedom in her contentment, in not pushing her energy in frustration, and meandered happily around the island taking mental snapshots of a thousand delightful and marvelous wonders, appreciating even the smallest most insignificant things. Time lost all sense of meaning: there were deep velvet indigo skies full of sequins, and there were abstract multicoloured sunrises and sunsets; there were cottonwool clouds in cartoon shapes suspended on a canvas of blue. It mattered not the day or night; there was no longer a sense of time passing, just a glorious collage of appreciation and beauty.”

        Bea read the excerpt reluctantly, and harumphed.

        Oh for Gut’s sake, Bea! Leo was getting exasperated. Try appreciating miscellaneous floundering fog then.

        #939
        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          Phurt had been prowling in the woods for some time, but the illuminated structure at the center of the island was more appealing than the damp trees and mud holes to build her nest.
          And it was also like a sort of huge container of fat and tender food she could tell.
          She had spotted three delicious looking entrées: sorts of human cross between :yahoo_chicken: and :yahoo_cow:

          She jumped on the top of the part of the building were the three giggling entrées were heading towards. There was a window on the top of the dome which was easily opened. She wouldn’t attract attention now the rain had ceased, and that way she would be smelling the delicious suntan-cream sauce and pheromone fumet. She started to drool but before she noticed, a large gooey blue snotty pool had landed on the floor just in front of one of the meals.

          Good thing the ensuing confusion left her location still concealed, she thought…
          She had trouble discerning them as anything else than a big juicy appetizing blob of energy, but Phurt could tell they would come back; apparently, the light was enticing them.

          She would wait till they come back…
          And build her nest in this warm place full of light…

          :fleuron:

          Phurt started to glide herself through the roof window into the room. She hadn’t noticed how the blinking lights were making her dizzy. It was coming from that strange ball of light…
          She started to gaze into it, mesmerized by what she could see…
          But somehow, it felt like her energy was becoming more compact…
          What was happening?
          It was all so fascinating…
          Was she shrinking? She loved that feeling, like she was becoming more concentrated, a compact ball of sheer power!
          She was hungry for more! She would devore this world!

          HEEEEEEEEK!

          SPLATCH!

          What was that Glo?!
          A bloddy spider ‘ere! And now it’s all stuck under my foot like bloddy sticky Toilet Paper!
          Oh come on, now we can dance!

          #938

          Bloddy lamp is it, you said? Can’t find any lamp missing in there!

          CRASH!

          What happened! Mavis? Are you alright?
          Oh, I think I just slipped on that blue slime ‘ere… Crashed something have I?
          Yeah, that small table there, you almost broke it!… Just like Bruce Loo, but with your bum ahahah!
          What was that crushing sound Sha?
          That small lamp there… Oh, that sounds perfect… now we can just put that skullamp to replace it…
          Yeah, let’s do that… Can’t wait to go to some more honeycomb!
          You greedy pooh Glo huhu
          There’s a false contact or something, it blinks strangely, looks like a bloddy disco ‘ere!
          Yeah, looks way better that way. We’ll have to bring back some decent music too.
          Righty oh! I’ve got my old disc from the Bungles…
          Yeahoo! Walk like a Magician!…

          #2026

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            REELING IN THE green BEAM OF LOVE
            various ASPECTS OF tracy WENT within
            perhaps ONE OF THEM KNOWN AS glorIA
            WOULD BASK IN THE hand OF flove TOO
            SEEING WITH HER OWN eyes
            THAT WHICH WILL BE replied
            NEEDS NOT BE googled
            IN stone sleep probable SELF laughed
            LIKE A baby LOOKING AT veranassessee
            AND vincentius HAVING spiderS track
            THE TIMETRAVELING bunny…

            #932

            Madame Chesterhope couldn’t believe her ears.

            WHAT?! YOU LOST IT?!
            — Yes Madam, we lost contact, and we have reasons to believe that an unexpected well-planned counter attack on our team of magpies is to be blamed for…
            — For that fiasco, Tfark! And where is the damn skull?! Will I have to go fetch it myself?
            — There was report of a spy mottherfly that managed to escape by the wortex before it was closed. Nothing definite but we have reason to believe that the skull is still on the island. An agent of your old friend the Baron has been spotted heading back there.
            — I will deal with it myself then.

            The glow of the transmission ball went out in a whiff.

            Ah, she hated to have to come back to that dimension, especially in this time framework where everything was so clouded in terms of potentials. But she couldn’t really trust anyone on that.

            #925
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              “My yellow is fine and dandy”
              Said green hued sickly Mandy
              “You’re mad to suggest
              A yellow sick fest”
              Said sickly green hued Mandy.

              :yahoo_sick:

              That wasn’t one of your finest, dear, said Tina disparagingly.
              Becky sighed. I need to find a Limerick support group.

              Mandy felt better at once
              “I feel better than I have in months.
              You may be mad,
              And that is sad!
              But now I fancy some lunch.”

              :yahoo_pig:

              These are special Kuzhebarian Healing Limericks you know, Becky said a trifle huffily. Nobody appreciates my limericks.

              Mr X is making some rice.
              It’ll be ready in just a trice;
              All soupy and wet,
              She’ll feel better I bet
              In a trice, at a modest price.

              :yahoo_money_eyes:

              “You tried”, she said with a smirk
              “But I doubt if it will work”

              Tina interrupted: “You tried she said with a sigh”

              Becky sighed. I was hoping you’d smirk dear, she said to Tina. The word smirk is on my ’100 things challenge’ list.
              Tina rolled her eyes and Becky continued:

              “But the poppy is making me high!
              So thanks for that!
              I’ll eat my hat.”
              She said, “Now I’m starting to fly!”

              :balloon:

              Mandy flies off down the street,
              Smiling gaily at all she meets
              “I’m high, I can fly!”
              She said with a sigh
              Of joyous delight. How sweet!

              :yahoo_eyelashes:

              Mongloose had a moment of doubt
              “I fear she is still in a prout.
              But one never does know
              How these healing rhymes flow
              Before long she’ll be up and about.”

              :yahoo_idk: :heart:

              #918

              When Phurt awoke, it was all dark and the soil was sodden and drenched and she was all wet to the tips of her fine black and white hair. Her pairs of eyes blinked as a bright lightening illuminated the whole place.
              It looked like a forest, and though everything was silent now safe the sound of the cyclone, she could tell there was water not very far, and that place had all aspects of a body of land surrounded by waters.
              Jumping on her fine legs, she took a look around, looking for any clue… where she could start to build her new nest. The little ones would be soon requiring her attention, and she would have to secure a perimeter for them and herself. Who knew what unknown danger was looming in this unknown place?
              As if answering her silent question, a thunder rolled into the sky opening it in two in a flash of a thunderbolt, revealing somewhere in the less dense parts of the forest, a protruding tip of what seemed a huge white dome-like structure.
              That would be perfect indeed…

              Coming from it, a shriek suddenly filled her ears, parts of which where so clearly in the ultrasounds part of the spectrum that she could hear it perfectly…

              :fleuron:

              HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ah!
              Glo was beaming.
              Aye, I think we got them all the nasty buggers!
              Good riddance! Good thing we took off our clothes, with all that nasty pomegranate juice everywhere
              Odd that those magpies gushed all bloody purple blood everywhere
              Odd indeed, now ye mention it, Sha
              What’s that “indeed” business all about now? Speaking like a bloddy ascended being are ye? Sharon said while readjusting her bra.
              Ascended beings my tits, never ‘ere when ye need them… Now, look at all this purple juice stains now, ruined all our beauty treatments…
              So what we gonna do of this UV lamp now? Sharon asked
              Odd lamp… Looks more a skull than a lamp to me, Sha
              Yeah, they got bizarrest tastes ‘ere, with that clever doctor…
              Sure, that one obviously doesn’t know how to put lipstick properly, now you say it…
              UV skull-shaped lamps now… Next thing we know, we got magpies’ Bloody Margies
              Bloody Margies! Ya’re so smart Sha, ahahaha!
              I reckon we better keep it safe… Poor Vessie seems to have much on her plate with that sexy Italian… don’t want to make another bloddy blunder
              Ya’re the brain, I reckon Sha. Let’s find Mavis and have some snacks… That honeystuff in the fridge was sooo addictive

              #908

              They won’t stop those nasty buggers! Tearing apart all our beauty machines! Awww, poor Vessie will be devastated! Gloria said sadly, coming dangerously close to the spot
              Watch’out Glo! Sharon cried as a menacing magpie came cawing at her while the others were ripping the machine apart in gruesome metallic sounds.
              Bugger! Bugger! cried Gloria Won’t bloddy poke me eyes! She started to wave her arms and kick out in erratic movements to brush out the bouncing and flying bird.

              STAY CLEAR! the voice of Sha thundered a few moments after, and before Gloria could notice anything, a big thud with a crunching sound went zooming past her.
              Bloddy brilliant Sha! Gloria said, spreading the fatty fingers of her hands off her face to look at the magpie crunched under a coconut. Not so proud now, bloddy bugger! she sniggered at the bird.

              She almost giggled as she looked up on her friend. In a second, she understood how the coconut had been thrown. Ye’re bloody genius Sha! Wouldn’t have thought of using me bra as a sling! she beamed at her nearly naked friend wearing all but wrinkles and padding.

              Oh the buggers, won’t get away with it! an all bucked up Gloria said, stripping her bra off her opulent breasts.
              Dammit, they got something! T’s‘all shiny like a crystal ball! Must be a U.V. lamp or something
              They won’t get away with it! We’ll knock ‘em out one by one those nasty buggers; any more coconuts by yourself sweetie?
              Got aye few pomegranates here
              Go fer it!

              #892
              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                Al took another pleased look at the animated stereographic pictures of himself he had been pleased to see in a special feature of Wisp. Oddly enough, he usually didn’t care to appear in such an outlet of officially held beliefs (now that most people were indeed living those previously-considered-odd concepts described issue after issue, it wasn’t like it was unofficial experiences any longer), but considering the amount of readers, he couldn’t have just turned down such a proposition of coverage.

                After putting the magazine into the drawer, Al voiced the cyputer on. An expensive acquisition this cyputer, but Tina and him had agreed that this new artificial-consciousness device would be worth more than a try, and probably would help them with putting some order in the entangled threads of their story submissions. Well, of course Tina had been slightly reluctant at first, as she had felt her taxonomy skills being rebuked, but Al had tenderly reminded her with a wink that they would be soon more equipped than sooo last-century Becky Pooh.
                Tina had bit her sensual glossy crimson lips when she almost spilled the beans about Becky’s expected kid who would probably teach her a trick or two on the new technology. Little did she know that Al knew a few things about this adventure

                The suave voice of the cyputer asked if he cared to read the new additions on the story.
                Oh good… Al rubbed his hand with expectation, and started to carefully listen to Tina’s last additions.

                :fleuron:

                Al had felt quite stimulated by what he had just had the cyputer read aloud with Tina’s sampled voice, and had to refrain himself from writing another long comment just after that. Essentially for Sam’s sake who would complain about Al being a pooper of big comments… ;))

                #889

                Wow that had been bizarre! Veranassessee stood at the bathroom basin and splashed icy cold, reviving water on her face. She knew she’d had sex with Agent Gabriele … however the experience had a slightly surreal quality, not unlike a dream, details slipping elusively away from her as she tried to grasp hold of them. She giggled nervously as she dried her face with a towel. Did she really want to remember? She had just passed Agent Gabriele in the corridor and he had winked at her, saying he couldn’t wait to try the ‘reverse cleaning maid ‘ again. A sudden image came to mind and she saw her skin darken in the mirror as a hot wave of embarrassment flooded her. Good Grief! She thought guiltily of Mahiliki. She hoped the other island had not been too badly affected by cyclone Ycart, so far it seemed Tifikijoo had come off quite lightly.

                Veranassessee had already checked on the guests, Jose Maria and Paquita were still in their room, Mavis was huddled under her bedding and informed her in a muffled voice that Sha and Glor had gone looking for her.

                :fleuron:

                Well she’s not in her bloody room so where is she eh? Gloria and Sha were on the warpath, determined to get some answers from Veranassessee.

                ‘Ere, Sha! Bloody hell! Glor shook her head in disbelief.

                What’s up Glor?

                Bloody magpies … there are bloody magpies in ‘ere!

                What! Nasty little buggers those magpies. Poke yer bloody eyes out if yer aint careful.

                ‘Ere what they up to eh? Bloody hopping all over that whats-a-ma-callit-doo-dacky machine.

                They’ll be going for the shiny bits I reckon. They do that those magpies. ‘Ere we’d better stop them, might never get our bloody beauty treatments if they bugger that machine up.

                #884
                F LoveF Love
                Participant

                  Tina sat for some time in the cafe after Becky had left, pondering the implications of Becky’s secret. Becky was right, it was quite exciting in a way, however the repercussions left her reeling … honestly you would think a time traveler would have more sense

                  She scratched her head absentmindedly, her scalp had been very itchy lately. She wondered if she had better stop using her homemade egg hair shampoo. Well that was a bugger. She had been planning on marketing it through her business… HEGG FIRST SHAMPOO, with cute little egg people wearing shiny glossy wigs on the label … and, as a special limited time offer, she had been going to give away free Holy Water Conditioning Rinse as well. Sam had kindly agreed to bless it for her with this didjereedoo.

                  She looked up just as a female entered the cafe, straight jet black hair, large dark sunglasses, fishnet tights and knee high boots. A black trench coat completed the stunning ensemble. Wow! thought Tina, She looks amazing, so eneggmatic and sexy. As though she had heard her thoughts the woman turned, and upon catching Tina’s eye, hurriedly looked away and walked quickly out of the cafe.

                  How odd, thought Tina.

                  Later, as she was researching black wigs on the internet … of course she could change the colour and structure of her hair through mind techniques, but that was still a bit slow for Tina, Al entered the room.

                  Tina, are you busy?

                  Uh Oh! Tina knew that tone of voice. She braced herself. Could Al have heard about Becky’s news ??? She told Becky there were no secrets!

                  Your latest comments in the reality play are really really great. Most entertaining and unusual.

                  Uh, thanks …. Tina said cautiously.

                  I was just wondering however whether you had considered the time frame of your characters?

                  Oh yeah course … you know .. give or take a few years .. or so …

                  There are a few discrepancies I noticed, he went on, and it really does become rather problematic, some might say “messy” even.

                  Tina rolled her eyes and grunted non-commitedly.

                  Thanks Sweetie, I knew you wouldn’t mind sorting it out, said Al.

                  #881

                  Aum Geog spent a long time seating motionless before the piece of parchment which had just been delivered by a specially trained fincheon.
                  Fincheons were not particularly elegant, (not to say downright ugly) one had to admit, but they were very convenient, once you noticed that their feathers were a special shining tint of grey which almost made them invisible. They always knew how to fly back, and this one had made no exception.
                  But it was a bearer of annoying news for the newly appointed Elder of the Monastery who was trying to curb his irateness by staying still.

                  This… he was at a loss for words. Breathe, breathe he exhorted himself.

                  A few months ago, when he was appointed Elder, his patient work of diligence seemed to have just paid off. He had thought he would be given the keys, and more importantly, the chalice.
                  But that sly dog of Hrih had decided otherwise. He had transmitted the chalice to that irresponsible and naïve novice Franiel, while giving him a bunch of rusted keys he didn’t give two poohs about.
                  Of course, it was only a matter of time before he could get it back, all he had to do was to make Franiel uncomfortable enough that he willingly relinquish the ownership to someone… someone like himself of course!
                  The annoying thing about this damn chalice you see, is that it won’t properly function with anyone else than the rightful owner (except for small uninteresting tricks). Obviously, Hrih didn’t want him to have access to its powers, but that old monkey was now gone, and there wasn’t much he could do about what was going on.

                  In fact, the plan was nearly perfect. Two birds, one stone. Bring Franiel to have some appropriate spell modifications carved onto that chalice, and have him give it back to the Elder, Aum Geog himself.
                  Obviously, he couldn’t just let go such a precious artifact in the nature without appropriate stealthy surveillance. Thanks to one of his faithful servants, Brother Derwish, he was kept informed of the progresses. A former master of disguises that a other-Worldly experience had him join the orders, Brother Derwish was no short of brains nor tricks in his bag, and that parchment was another proof of it.
                  If he had renounced to contact Elder Aum Geog directly through the glowing balls, and take the risks of unexpected delays, it was because they were most probably watched and their communication monitored.

                  So here went the news:

                  SPARFLY HAS MADE CONTACT WITH BIRD OF PREY. EGG DISAPPEARED.
                  NESTING CHANGED TREE. GNAT STICKS TO THE POOH.

                  Brother Derwish imaginative poetry could mean but one thing. Or two perhaps.

                  The little twit had been watched by someone else who had showed him some of the powers of the egg… err, the chalice. It would have partly activated the chalice, and make it disappear unless its owner needs it enough to have it appear again. Obviously, without chalice, or thinking it was lost, he had changed his course to another place.
                  Hopefully, Brother Derwish was following his trail closely.

                  If more disastrous news had to come, Elder Aum Geog would have to summon his char of marmoths (big toothed hibernating woolliphants) and go there by himself.

                  :fleuron:

                  Leonard was content. It had not happened exactly as he had thought, but as he had explained to Malvina, the only wise thing to do was to teach the boy about the powers of the chalice. That would active its self-protective cloaking power, and have the boy temporarily relieved of this burden.
                  For if he had been entrusted the chalice by the old Abbot, that was surely for a good reason.

                  As Franiel had been moving, Leonard had had Moufle watch over him. Apparently, Leonard and his dog weren’t the only ones on his trail… The wiry gangly tonsured guy clothed in a potatoes sack didn’t seem to be here by chance either…

                  #873

                  A few moments later she was not so sure.

                  What’s the matter?

                  Oh you know … I am a bit distracted …too much going on I guess. She did not want to tell him that she could feel the presence of Mahiliki strongly in the room, his sweet trusting face gazing reproachfully at her. He would be worried about her, worried about the storm. She wondered how he was getting on.

                  I understand, he smiled ruefully, it’s hardly perfect timing is it? Anyway that wasn’t the reason I asked you to meet me here, but I guess it just seemed like too good an opportunity to miss.

                  I am sorry, she said, rolling her eyes.

                  Maybe some other time. He handed her a robe.

                  Sure. She wrapped it tightly around her. Anyway, the Doctor?

                  All taken care of. I left Nurse Bellamy administering warm coconut milk, unbeknowst to her laced with a sedative. The Doctor will be peacefully sleeping for at least 24 hours.

                  And Jarvis?

                  Jarvis is an opportunist, but not dangerous. He was employed by the Doctor as a bodyguard, but has since changed sides. He is now working as a spy for the Magpies.

                  The Magpies?

                  Your hunch was right. The Magpies are operating on the Island, and they plan to strike soon.

                  :fleuron:

                  Sha was gazing dejectedly at herself in the mirror. Glor what d’ya reckon. Are all these bloody beauty treatments working or wot?

                  Course they are!

                  They looked at each other. Well, maybe it’s a bit soon to tell eh? she said doubtfully.

                  Mavis! Sha shook the lump covered completely by blankets huddled on the bed. Come on Lovey, the storm won’t urt you. What d’ya reckon Mavis, ‘ow do we look?

                  A dishevelled head popped out. You both don’t look no bloody different to me, ‘cept you’ve put weight on, she said honestly.

                  Well that bloody does it, said Glor, We’d better find that Vessie, find out wots wot!

                  #869

                  Malvina became aware of Irtak’s return when she felt his mossy green energy, his attention was here again and he would be here in a few minutes. The twins’ energy was more erratic, their attention fluctuating swiftly as usual, they were here and there and though they weren’t… a feeling of accomplishment was accompanying their return, so she knew that it had been done… and… oh! (Alienor’s Oh…) they also left a surprise ;))

                  In her periphery, she sent the news to Leormn who was already aware of it of course, a dragon was always aware… how could she forget that?
                  Cutting short, she opened herself to her friends, to inform them they would depart soon, and she was requesting their help. They could prepare the jump before the young lad returned.
                  Using Leormn’s skill, she reshaped the main room of the cave, cleaned it a bit too, and added some fountain at the entrance with a stream flowing from it to the inside of the cave. A glob of light on top of it was creating a soothing atmosphere.

                  Georges and Salome were drawing some runes at the entrance of the cave, some of them learned in another dimension, blended with some tiles of their own. They would be used to focus the group energies to the desired time and place.

                  Malvina began playing a melody on her wooden harp, feeling more strongly Irtak’s energy.
                  They would be ready to leave.

                  #863

                  Blimey, Sha, them waves are huge! The sun’s gone in, an’ all.

                  It’s alot blimmen warmer than back ‘ome though, Gloria, replied Sharon. Wind’s picking up a bit, innit?

                  I’ll say! Did you ‘ear someone shout? asked Gloria. Oh bugger, it’s started to rain!

                  Oh give over, Glor, it’ll pass over in a minute. Keep yer knickers on, will ya? It’s a tropical island, the weather’s supposed to be nice and ‘ot, innit?

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