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  • #390
    TracyTracy
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      Becky hugged Sam. I’m so glad you don’t drink Sam, she said, emotionally.

      Well, I do have an occasional pint down at the Duck and Firken, you know, he replied.

      You know what I mean, Sam. All those years with Sean, hoping it would all work out…her voice trailed off sadly….

      Hey Becky, it wasn’t a waste! Look at all the lovely children you had!

      Becky smiled ruefully. Well, it hasn’t exactly been a picnic either, you know….

      #389
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        In actuality, Sumelfi was just pretending to be busy in front of Becky. All this record keeping, so popular with earthlings, was quite simply unnecessary. Anyone at all could access any information at all, in no time at all. Sumelfi and her colleagues had had many a laugh at their assigned individuals and their vast librairies and tag clouds and piles of printed paper records.

        The job of the Sumafi Elves was to facilitate finding the right information at the right time, that was all, and if the earthlings felt happier thinking there were actual physical ‘records’, then for the time being, the elves were happy to go along with the illusion.

        If only they knew, Sumelfi giggled, the infinitely hugely infinite amount of so called ‘records’ and ‘information’, not to mention its ever-changing malleability, why they’d quite possibly feel completely overwhelmed. Well, thought Sumelfi, I suppose that is the point of Me.

        #1378
        Jib
        Participant

          Let’s have a drink to this utmost event that is currently taking place in the story…
          :yahoo_good_luck:

          #380
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

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

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

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

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

            #1547

            In reply to: Synchronicity

            ÉricÉric
            Keymaster

              Bald sync in NY, with the song from the Brit group Morcheeba I had in my mind yesterday What New York Couples Fight About & Skye (the singer)’s haircut :)

              Once a label is on something
              It becomes an “it”
              Like it’s no longer alive

              […]

              If it’s up to you
              My little sweet baboo
              Through the shouting and the fever
              Think of life as queer
              Think of it my dear
              And some knobs or a fancy tone
              From here there is no reason
              Baby’s got it made
              But it’s not what the life’s about

              What is imagination
              May become a fact
              If we think of it that way
              If you want to know

              ( )

              #378
              TracyTracy
              Participant

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

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

                Wow! Becky had to admit she looked absolutely stunning.

                #372
                TracyTracy
                Participant

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

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

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

                  #1449
                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

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

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

                    #371

                    Dublin, November 2057

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

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

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

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

                    #1541

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    F LoveF Love
                    Participant

                      I bought a book because the author’s name is Yann. As well as a Yann synch, I also think this is a book synch, and it is a sign that the story will become a book and will sell well.
                      :face-plain:

                      Also there was a baby crying in the supermarket, so that is another baby synch, and even as I type I can hear one crying in the far off distance. Yikes. Synch.

                      #1540

                      In reply to: Synchronicity

                      F LoveF Love
                      Participant

                        Today as I walked into a waiting room, a piece of music which has special significance started playing. Someone else walked in behind me and the receptionist called out “hello Finn”.

                        Also I have been saying “yikes” quite a bit. I think it is a baby synch . :face-plain:

                        In fact I said it twice in a few minutes this morning, so I think that is twins. :yahoo_bug: :yahoo_bug:

                        #369

                        These guests have been once again distracted on their way to the party… Malvina was thinking, munching some raisins for her stomach was growling now.
                        Perhaps they were gathering more guests along the way, the cave was so full of surprises.

                        Oh yes they are, said Leörmn, they have now a little Ugling boy in their care… It’s like this young woman has truly a golden heart…
                        Aaaand, added Leörmn with a mischievous smile, I guess this unlikely couple with a baby will probably have some surprises in spare for us,… notwithstanding the fact that the cave’s tunnels are already steamy anyway.

                        Malvina caught off guard, almost rolled on the floor laughing at the unexpected probability that had surfaced in her mind, and blurted out a swear word “Boston!”

                        #367
                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

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

                          #337

                          You’re not serious, are you? Sanso raised an eyebrow at Arona (who had mysteriously materialized a baby in her arms, in the blink of an eye)

                          You’re calling it YIKES? Oh well, fair enough….

                          In a puff of smoke, a Crayola fairy appeared in front of them.

                          Yes? she said, You called? I’m Fairy Nuf…that’s fun spelled backwards, in case you’re wondering how I got here.

                          Sanso didn’t really understand what was going on, but had an urge to materialize a baby too.

                          ~~~

                          Thankfully the urge soon passed and he said to Fairy Nuf politely, There must be a mistake, but thank you for calling. I hope it didn’t inconvenience you.

                          Call me anytime, I’m available 24/7, sweetie….and in an puff of smoke, she was gone.

                          #359

                          New Venice, year 2101

                          In the waiting hall, Bart was pacing the floor recklessly. They were having their first baby, but the doctors had hushed him out, because there were some complications…
                          All he could do was wait.
                          They were one of the first couple to have tested the new program that allowed same-sex couples to procreate without requiring the assistance of a third-party so to speak. In fact, it had been hypothesized to be possible a long time ago already. Well, theoretically… because the most challenging part had been to bring acceptance to the people, as the old beliefs were still alive in a few moribund activist groups. But what,… nature was doing even more exotic things in the realm of creatures…

                          Now he was thinking of Oscar, who had chosen to be the bearer of the child —a girl that would be… will be, mentally corrected Bart to himself. Funny thing about genetics was that male-male couples could have either girls or boys, but female-female couples could only have girls. Only because the male “Y” chromosome was carried by men.
                          It had been a painstakingly long subject of discussion among scientists and philosophers as to the unbalance it would create, but well, for the time being, it was the chosen design for our human natures.
                          As long as new ways of bypassing this restriction had not been invented, better enjoy it than stretching one’s mind around it.

                          Looking at the window which showed the stilted structures above the waters, Bart was thinking how it was all an incredible story… What were the probabilities for that to happen?
                          Bart couldn’t help but feel grateful for all of his blessings.

                          At the same moment, the big breasted nurse appeared at the door crying with a large smile “it’s a healthy girl!”
                          Bart burst into the room.

                          :fleuron:

                          They had already decided how she would be called. Midora, they had agreed.

                          When he entered, Oscar Wrick’s young face was tired and sprinkled with beads of perspiration, but he had the happiest look on his face. He was still feeling a bit self-conscious about the changes the pregnancy had generated in his body, but for now he was all absorbed by the little breathing thing resting in his arms.

                          After a warm embrace, Bartholomew Jobsworth thought that he should spread the good news to the family, at least to his mother, dear sparkling Indy and Bart’s parents, Eugenia and Cuthbert. He also had felt the presence of his Dad, Bill, during his wait and was deeply thankful for all of their support.

                          #358
                          Jib
                          Participant

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

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

                            #1367
                            Jib
                            Participant

                              need a drink of Blimey old Whiskey :pirate:

                              #357
                              Jib
                              Participant

                                Yann was thinking about their first kiss. They were not in physical proximity but the sensations were quite real, and it was enhanced by their mergence. When he talked about that with Quintin, his friend told him he had felt it too. He was in Scotland at that time, and they were playing energy games and creating connections. It was very intense and more and more intimate.

                                Yann was in Scotland with his friend Bruno, and one night, as they were sleeping in the same bed, Yann was dreaming of Quintin, he was taking his hand. At that moment, Yann was also aware that his friend Bruno was taking his hand in the “real” world. He’d been thinking that his friend was channeled by Bruno, it was a fun idea :)

                                They eventually planned a meeting in real life as soon as Yann would be back from Scotland… 4 days. Quintin even met Yann’s parents then, as his friend Bruno had organized a “surprise” for Yann’s birthday. When Quintin arrived at the train station, they both were feeling a bit awkward, didn’t really know how to say hello :yahoo_big_hug: :yahoo_thinking: :yahoo_kiss: :yahoo_thinking: well for now a hug was perfect. Yann was feeling a strong desire to kiss his friend, he was very attracted and the feeling was quite different from their energy games in Scotland. The physical proximity was creating barriers that weren’t there before… maybe the fear of being intrusive or aggressive…

                                One thing at a time… they were eventually together for 4 days. It was a beginning.

                                Quintin had some stuffs to take care of before they could go to Yann’s appartment. Something to do with his previous appartment, mail to check, some stuffs to take… Nothing particular to tell about that… Yann let Quintin do what he had to do, though he had a strong desire to stroke his hair. After a moment, that’s what he did.

                                Quintin smiled. Yann was feeling an intense warmth in his body and he approached his head and kissed him. Well, that was awkward :)) but soon they were very comfortably lying on the bed and playing different games.

                                Wow thinking again about all that was making him feel hot. Better go to work a little.

                                #353
                                TracyTracy
                                Participant

                                  Nora Long was dying. She knew she didn’t have long left, and she had some affairs still to attend to before she was no longer able. Nora was a childless spinster, a frugal recluse with an uncanny knack for winning premium bond and lottery prizes; nothing big enough to attract much attention, but more than enough for her needs. Consequently, she had quietly amassed a fortune over the years ~ and she wasn’t about to let the state have it all.

                                  Nora had spent most of her 88 years dreaming, and talking to ghosts and spirits. She wrote all of it down in notebooks, hundreds and hundreds of them, until the advent of the computer in more recent years. She had splashed out and bought one, and gamely taught herself how to use it, keeping her journals online from then on.

                                  Nora discovered how to google one day. Wondering what in the world she might want to search for, a name popped into her head: Yurara Fameliki.

                                  Nora had learned to trust her impulses, and she searched for the unusual name, double checking first with the voice in her head as to the correct spelling.

                                  Nora began to read the story on the websites first page. Three days later, she was still reading it, as it grew day by day. Nora was almost sorry she had already chosen to die. At last she had found some people she could relate to!

                                  But Nora was too weary to change her mind. She did have a plan though, a plan that cheered her greatly. On the websites pages she had noticed a little sign saying ‘Buy a Drink’.

                                  #1533

                                  In reply to: Synchronicity

                                  TracyTracy
                                  Participant

                                    :yahoo_angry: no link to the 29th comment :yahoo_not_talking:

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