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  • #518

    Anyway Arona, said Sanso, after a short silence while they watched the disco dancers. I have decided to change my name!

    Oh great!

    Yes, I have always liked the name “Floyd”. What do you think? Got a nice ring to it eh? Do you think it suits me?

    :fleuron:

    Well it appears it is a private party I think Arona. Still, most entertaining, eh what!

    and Floyd started laughing, and snorting … and Arona could not help but laugh too … although she was laughing more at the snorting than the dancers.

    #557
    F LoveF Love
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      Tina wrapped a long knitted scarf around her neck and shivered. Becky Pooh, I think I am getting sick like you.

      Oh for fucks sake Tina, you can’t get sick! You are a saint!

      You be the saint, Becky. You would be a much better saint than me. I will ask Sam, I am sure he will make you a saint

      Becky spluttered into the phone, You are sick aren’t you Tina!

      :fleuron:

      Becky is so much fun, isn’t she! Al called out brightly from the bathroom. The first time I met her, I thought “what a fun girl she is!”

      Oh yes, she is, responded Tina weakly.

      Tina reflected on her first meeting with Becky. The first time I met her I called her by the wrong name. She was very good about it. She said people were always calling her by the wrong name.

      #1593

      In reply to: Synchronicity

      TracyTracy
      Participant

        lol, is that what Eric meant about wrapping his scarf round his neck 3 times? :yahoo_thinking:

        #1974

        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          WOW… lots of interesting ones in that cloud here:

          — Once under thinking, session clear words God/Human waiting speaking word, language beginning feeling looked. Key herself aware […]
          — Gaughran home looking funny random energies
          — Tracy floating, magic color seemed trip
          — Points side mountains, process great
          — Bugger difficult! Nice interesting moment link :bounce: creating action
          — Trust help face aspects seems play
          — Structures changing… Dancing green heart Finn
          — Badul getting synch princess
          — Twilight book important
          — Elikozoe stories singing magical times. Able feel sort understand images mind, read Armelle. Voice started moments sync call Maevel…

          #553

          Huh? Well, I might ask you the same question, Aronikins. I’ve been waiting here for absolutely AGES. Sanso wondered if Arona was quite well after her long absence. Are you OK, dear? he asked kindly. Poor thing seemed to think it was he, Sanso, who had been off wandering around.

          #551

          So tell me, Sanso said Arona, thinking she was alone, and somewhat startled to find herself lurking with Sanso in the shadows. Where have you been all this time?

          #1972

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          Jib
          Participant

            =)) what an omen :))

            quintin anna telling rose gave opened wondering sighed growing yourself laughing eyes mandrake particular key gift creating yikesy color game happened

            #544
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              “Sand! I may have got the riddle, thought Sanso, but I didn’t get the POINT of the riddle being there in the first place!”

              Becky had been flicking through the wads of typed pages as she lay on the sofa, sipping hot lemon and honey, and sneezing. The sneezing! Jeeze, the sneezing had been going on for days. What with all the sneezing and sleeping, she felt more blinked out than blinked in lately.

              Sand, sand sand…… Hhmmm, Becky was wondering why the sand syncs were coming in again. She blew her nose, and picked up another wad of typewritten pages, opening at random.

              “Illi was bored with the deserted island and the sand dragons. She wanted some action, some surprises, some…..well, some life!”

              Wow, I’d forgotten all about Illi, thought Becky. She imagined the calm quiet beach, Illi’s island get-away. Well, before she’d conjured up the sand dragons it was quiet, anyway. Becky thumbed through the next pile of papers.

              “Arona pulled out a well worn map from her bag. The map had been a gift from a traveling wizard who visited the village a few years ago. Arona had given him food and shelter and he repaid her kindness with the map.”

              Well, I’ll bet that’s a clue, thought Becky drowsily, But I can’t be bothered to work it out now.

              The trouble is, Becky muttered to herself, When I start this random reading thing I just can’t stop, it’s like an addiction. She sighed and opened again at random:

              “The hydroplane was flying over the “Sarcastic Sea” in the Bermuda Triangle. Anita was not afraid, her parents had told her about the triangle and the different legends of people disappearing or reappearing there….”

              #538

              A dragon egg was hatching. A bluish light around the shell.
              That egg was not in a rookery, it was in the Marshes of Doom.

              A little girl was passing by and whistling. She was eight and quite unaware of what was happening. But she was drawn to that particular spot where she could see something shining. Her excitement was enhanced by the unheard humming of the baby dragon emerging. Her heart was full of joy and happyness.

              She had that name in her mind Asiir and that song her mother was always singing to her when she was younger. At times she would sing it to her again, lost in her memories. And it was quite endearing a song, about another world blending with their own, that world, what was the name?

              La Phrëal said a voice in her head. She was a bit startled and stopped singing. Nothing… just the joy and the excitement. She started to walk again in the tall grass.

              She continued with her song and began to see the edges of the egg. Wow, she stopped in awe. It was beautiful, with many shades of blue and it was pulsing. Seeing it she was even more full of joy and of love. All fear she could have had before had vanished of her heart.

              Lola, I’m choosing you

              Hearing these words in her head, her heart exploded of joy, it was so intense the she burst out crying and laughing at the same time. The shell had cracked open and she could see the little creature emerging, so graceful, pink with golden shades. How will she explain that to her parents? :yahoo_rose:

              #536

              The room was grey.

              Since she had been raped by the guards Atiara was mute, and closed in herself. It had been a very freaking experience, and quite new to her.
              She was virgin then and quite unaware of those aspects.

              Fortunately, it had been only once, at her arrival in this prison…
              The guards had threatened her not to tell anything, but she was already gone so to speak. All her will gone, all her hope gone, all her joy gone.

              It’s been 3 weeks ago. She’d barely ate and drink. And she’d been left alone. The guards were not speaking to her. They didn’t even try after those events.

              #535

              Anita woke up in a strange world. She wasn’t in the plane. Her parents were not here. She began to feel afraid but a movement in her periphery made her look on her left.

              — MeoWrrrl! It’s about time Pashi, you slept for about 3 days. We had some difficulties bringing you in this safe place. But the spiders are looking for you.

              — Lynxie! Where are my parents?

              She woke up and hugged the Lynx.

              — Wowl Wowl, they had been taken by the spiders. That was their choice. In a manner of speaking they did it so you could live. We used their loving energy to focus and take you away of all that mess.

              — The spiders? What spiders? How can a spider take an adult? You mean there were a lot of them?

              — Meowmm! A lot yes, and also quite huge ones. But you already know them. And…

              Araili’s gaze blurred for a few seconds and Anita felt that he was accessing her energy.

              — Their Elder, she knows you also, you are connected strongly. You’ll meet her in time. Meowrrrrrl :yahoo_eyelashes: Are you hungry?

              The little question distract her attention from all what she was about to ask about her parents and the situation. Yes she was quite hungry, but Lynxie said she’d been sleeping for 3 days? Her stomach was growling quite loudly.

              — Yes, I think so.

              Flap, flap, flap. :yahoo_angel:

              — Oh Owlie! :bounce:

              A beautiful SnOwl was bringing the breakfast. A basket with fruits and breads and all that she could have imagined for her breakfast.

              — Pashi, Araili had told me you were awake, the others are coming. Rafaela is bringing your some milk ;)) I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.

              #524
              F LoveF Love
              Participant

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

                No you do it, Tina, said Becky

                Sam has been calling me Saint Tina lately, said Tina

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

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

                #522
                TracyTracy
                Participant

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

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

                  #515

                  That Abe sure is ugly as a burnt boot and crazier than a run over coon, aint he, said Isadora, one of the saloon girls who Twilight didn’t cotton on to much. The other girls laughed.

                  Twilight was real fond of old Abe, and truth was she was feeling right tetchy and pernikity and itching for a fight, and she weren’t much in the mood for dancing that night.

                  And your brain cavity wouldn’t make a drinkin cup for a canary Isadora. So why don’t you just shut that big old stupid mouth of yours before everyone cottons on to the fact that you are studying to be a half-wit.

                  Why you are nothing but a no-good little strumpet, screeched Isadora, lunging at Twilight and trying to grab her blond wig. Twilight stepped nimbly out of the way.

                  And you aint nothing but a stupid little buckle bunny, taunted Twilight. You got nothing better to do then follow those rodeo fellows around?

                  Snakes Alive! exclaimed Madame Butterbutt. Will you both hold yer tongues and stop yer bitching. And will you get a hurry on Twilight. Yer ain’t even dressed yet.

                  Isadora started crying. That Twilight started it, she snivelled.

                  Sooner i get rid of this damn one horse town the better, muttered Twilight under her breath. She touched the jewelled dagger lodged between her breasts. Those damn liquor breath cowboys better not mess with me tonight.

                  Old Abe, propping up the bar, chuckled

                  #1493
                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    Ohoh, I slightly modified a chunk of code that mangled the links with an ampersand (&) and now, behold…

                    I could be brown
                    I could be blue
                    I could be violet sky
                    I could be hurtful
                    I could be purple
                    I could be anything you like :yahoo_smug:
                    Gotta be green
                    Gotta be mean :yahoo_devil:
                    Gotta be everything more :yahoo_cowboy:
                    Why don’t you like me? :yahoo_eyelashes:
                    Why don’t you like me? O:-)
                    Why don’t you walk out the door! :-h

                    (From Mika’s Grace Kelly)

                    :fleuron:

                    Here’s the code…

                    p=. I could be %{color:blue}blue% and *bold*

                    …to produce that:

                    I could be blue and bold

                    #507

                    Ted was quite fond of Ogrean.
                    Twilight was a bit sorry for the sheriff, for she had thought him a good guy at first,… whatever that means… but obviously he was a bit blinded by the slickness of the slimy condescending Pompousaur.

                    But something interesting had happened this day, and she wondered how it would change things again.
                    Apparently, from what she had caught from the scene, Ted had left the saloon in a cold rage, and it was quite obvious that the Pudgeon was a bit distraught… What could have moved the jovial sheriff like that?

                    When she and Anna were changing clothes behind the scene after the representation, Anna started to talk quite freely and unexpectedly about the accident.

                    — That Marshall guy is not as silly as he seems…

                    As she was more talking to herself, Twilight didn’t answer.

                    — What d’ya reckon? Anna asked more directly
                    — Oh me? I don’t really know what happened…
                    — Don’t play dumb with me, girl. You’re smarter than you wanna show.

                    Twilight took some time to ponder…
                    — I don’t think that Ogrean tried to bribe the sheriff, not as obviously…
                    — Yeah…
                    — Apparently, he started to explain the sheriff who he was supposed to arrest, and that didn’t please him the least.
                    — More likely, yes. Definitely sounds like him…
                    — Anna?
                    — Yes?

                    Twilight almost wanted to tell her how she did understand Anna and how it must have been difficult for her with that child from Mc Gaughran, but she couldn’t express all of that.

                    — Terry is sweet.
                    — Yes he is, he’s a lovely boy. I love him so much despite…
                    — I know.

                    When she came back to their ranch, Twilight felt relieved somewhat about what had occurred. Perhaps that this era of heavy cloaked ruthless order incarnated by Ogrean was coming to an end.
                    She was a hopeless dreamer.

                    #1314

                    In reply to: Yuki’s Livrary

                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      December 3 rd

                      ( Hey, that’s 12.3, might be a hint for growth… Yurick)

                      A communication about coordinate points, and how to travel between idea clusters

                      As the story starts to develop in a rapid and very intertwined manner, much like waves in the ocean, overlapping and rippling from and to many directions, Yurick became concerned that it may be difficult to keep track of, or rather to retain an ability to graciously navigate in it.

                      Let us imagine for a moment. Take your own life. It is composed of a multitude of moments. Your construct of linear time gives you the impression that there is a continuous succession or stream of moments.
                      In a manner of speaking, it is easier for you to grok the concept of multiple points of attention for your naturally associate them with your space. You can easily envision your many focuses happening all at once in a variety of places, towns or countries, and having a possibility to zoom in and out, so that to encompass more than your single current focus.
                      But what you do in engaging your conceptualization with your focuses would be equally valid were you to engage it in relation to that single focus that is you, in all of its moments of actualization.
                      But that would be far less familiar, as you identify quite strongly with that construct of time.

                      As that story unfolds, you discover that there are an infinity of points of attention dispersed in many many comments, and one comment can include many more than one point of attention itself. What you would be tempted to do, for it is something that is very automatic in your current associations, would be to attempt to draw lines between the points, to recreate a linearity, and thus facilitate your understanding of a certain action.

                      This is unnecessary and within your current movement of expansion of awareness would be counterproductive.

                      But you are familiar with that concept of coordinate points. For most of you, you once again associate them strongly with the space continuum, but they could be used in many many other situations. That story being one of them.
                      The coordinate points are in a manner of speaking, conglomerate of very coherent energy; they would not be “points” per se, but rather high concentration of these points of attention that your attempt to link together.
                      As such, they become the links that you are in search of, for in that drawing of energy points of similar expressions, they also become passageways between the associations that the points are linked to.
                      As a matter of fact, the “point” that you come to identify to the concentrated cluster of points would rather be a tone representative of that coherent energy that you can use to activate the links contained within that cluster of points.

                      That would be the reason why Yurick, in coming to understand that concept, has slightly adapted the original cloud of tags in the story, so that it can expand and be used to access the coordinate points that the tags are, quite simply.

                      #1413
                      ÉricÉric
                      Keymaster

                        :-o A fancy link :help:

                        On your own :face-surprise:

                        =D> >:D< [-o<

                        #1412
                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          The beers are on me!

                          Join me in celebrating working out how to do the link! :bounce:

                          #1939
                          F LoveF Love
                          Participant

                            hmmmm I think the 30 days must be up, thought Finn

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