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    Military hospital, Scott Base, October 2008

    “It’s BLOODY freezing ‘ere!” a hirsute mop of hair was whining on a camp bed next to two others.

    “Would you just shut the flove up, Glo! You’ve been whining for ‘ours now! It’s not bloddy believable…”
    “Like Mavis says, Glo! We all got in that same bloddy boat ye know… It’s no bed of stinkin’ roses for us either!”

    A long sigh came from Glo, again interrupting the silence.

    “A bloddy pity, you have to admit; being a lady, with PMS for years… At least I could console meself I didn’t have to shave like a man for Pete’s sake! And now we’re over with bloddy PMS, we are as hairy as gorillas!”

    “Don’t be silly Glo, they said they’d find a cure… innit Sha? T’is not what they said? Vessie promised us!”
    “Yeah, just before that little trollop ran away with the others, leaving us in quarantine… Not even a consideration for our efforts to help her seduce the sexy guy …”
    “Ungrateful yeah… When we could have stolen the guy’s heart easily…”
    “Ahahaha, no blimin’ way! not with your new hairdo Sha dear… Ahahah, don’t mean to be rude!”
    “Hey girls, any idea where’s Askitoy?…”
    Akita ?”
    “Put him in confinement I reckon… The poor bloke was delirious, saying he was a WWII soldier…”
    “Good thing the bloddy honeycomb didn’t make us loose our sharp wits, eh!”

    #1824

    In reply to: Synchronicity

    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      An idea for Marvin … “Good Dick?”

      Shucks…too bad, it’s already taken ;))

      Well does anything in this movie look a tad familiar? :p spotted a small ferret-looking critter :)

      Another similar one “and then a giant toad swallows the little mermaid…” WHAT!? Hey! What did you do to my story! ;))

      #1160
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        broadcasting seeds of absurdity in the cornfields and the meadows of the hay hoo down dooly…Baked Bean Barb opened the book at random again and read a few lines. It was an odd book for sure, but strangely compelling. You never knew what you’d find on rubbish tips. Baked Bean Barb liked the sound of that, broadcasting seeds of absurdity.

        #1154

        “Wow, it’s big…” Theresa was raptured by the sheer size of it. “I’m not sure I can maneuver it on my own…”

        “Yep. A shame the bloddy rabbits ate half of it…” Phlynn answered nonplussed.

        “Oh, it’s still the biggest butternut squash I’ve seen in a while… We shall have it for dinner.”

        #1153

        “Don’t you think time is ripe, Ratirat?” Angela asked, turning to her friend Seth, the brown furred mouse.
        “None of us are ever equipped, for general purposes, to perceive reality in all of its forms.” Seth started in a squeaky voice.

        “That’s interesting” nodded Angela, though she would have been in trouble had anyone asked her to explain what she just heard.

        Seth continued in his unnerving high-pitched voice “The pyramid gestalts can do this, and we help the pyramid gestalts perform this feat.”

        “I second that” said Freako the black and white ferret.
        “Bloody good point!” Weirdy, the damsel weasel managed to say among the growing cacophony.

        “Don’t be zilly… I don’t zink people outzide of this zoo are ready for us” snapped Joppy the baby pygmy hippo.

        “Zwines!” grumbled Angela, innocently mocking Jobby’s strange accent.

        #1133
        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          After her publisher sent her back the manuscript of her last noovel with a few annotations, Elizabeth Tattler started to question whether she was blinking into the Eirth dimension.

          “Look at that!” she said, watching at all the circled sentences… “good greif, my freinds…” then a few paragraphs later “the cheif of the oodlings”… “her neice…” Something was wroong with her.

          Was she ODding or what?

          Bah, if her publisher wasn’t happy, there still remained Barash who was never afraid to publish a few “od-oddities” (other-dimensional oddities)…

          “Free rein on the reindoors!” She shouted in her office.

          #1132
          TracyTracy
          Participant

            Dory finished the puzzle, yawned and glanced at her watch. There was no sign of the flight to Long Pong leaving any time soon, so she made her flightbag into a pillow and settled herself along the plastic seating for a nap.

            She dreamed first of her grandparents in their old house in Slurbridge. The house was the same, but her grandparents, Florence and Samuel, were much younger than she had ever known them during her lifetime. They were preparing for guests, and Florence was rearranging the bedding in the upstairs bedrooms. Apparently one more guest was expected than previously arranged, and she had squeezed in a single camp bed next to a double bed. Dory had an idea the camp bed was for Dan’s niece, Aurelia. Funny that, as Florence and Samuel had never known Aurelia ~ or Dan for that matter.

            The dream landscape changed then to an island. The “Others” were coming and she and her friends had to hide. “Let’s hide in the pyramid” one of them had said, but Dory replied “No, we must hide somewhere less obvious, until we know what the “Others” are like.” They weren’t afraid, but they were taking precautions. Someone had been looking after the dogs and cats, but when Dory went to check on them, they had been ‘kept safe’ in a freezer. As Dory opened the door, a half frozen black cat emerged and ran off. “I reckon she’s better off taking her chances out there than in the freezer!” said Dory. At the bottom of the freezer were some frozen parts of Tom, Captain Bone. There was no sign of the others, but strangely, Dory wasn’t worried.

            Next to the freezer was a cupboard, and Dory grabbed a handful of magnetic fridge letters, thinking that they would come in handy as clues while they were hiding from the “Others”.

            “Yukailli Airlines direct flight leaving for Tikfijikoo Island at Gate 57 and three quarters” the bag lady prodded Dory, amidst a shower of electric blue sparks. “Wake up!”

            #1128

            When Balbina woke up from that which had been her longest and strangest projection out of her body ever, all the memories of this fantastic adventure were oddly still fresh and crystal clear in her mind.

            She doubted that it may have been as real as she has perceived it to be; but the funny rabbit, before they all entered the long dark tunnel, had winked at her and told her there would be signs for her.

            Outside the window, the sunlight was starting to show on the Cordillera de la Costa, the nearby mountains.
            She was feeling strangely rejuvenated by this unexpected night spent in far-away travels, and it was almost as if her whole body was feeling better than it ever was.
            But of course, it was more of the same. Fabella, the nurse would soon enter and great her with a…

            “Did Madam sleep well?”
            “Quite, yes”… Her voice was quivering. Hardly the youthful voice she had during her projections out of the body.

            So, there she was again, in that old people house, and no way out of this mis…

            “What?!” she made the nurse busy cleaning her instruments repeat —to which she was far too pleased to comply.
            “Yes, Madam, your son phoned this morning and told he would come for you…”

            Her son? That was most unexpected.

            What did the rabbit said already? Help would come from the most unexpected corners… Well, she had almost forgotten that this corner still existed!

            “Did he say something else?”
            “Oh, I’m not really allowed to tell, M’am…”
            “But of course, you can’t really resist (little goose)” simpered the old wincing lady in a whisper to herself.
            Fabella was indeed continuing, unstoppable “… but he seems to consider it’s too expensive to have you here, and would love to have you home with him”

            Well, of course, you can’t really expect him to be so generous for no reason Balbina was thinking… But anything would probably be better than this old fools’ home. Even her son’s home.

            Besides, it was located outside Caracas, near the mountains… And if the funny rabbit’s directions were correct, it was very, very close from where her hosts (provided they existed of course) were to re-emerge.

            She’d never imagined that falling into the abyss of sweet madness would be so exciting.

            #1124
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              The Chief Minister of the Oddlings sat behind her desk, smiling at her new protege.

              “Well then, T57, you’re ready to start. Who have you been assigned to?” she asked.

              “Gabor, Sindy and Swinde” replied T57 promptly. She wasn’t quite sure who these characters were, but the names popped into her head strongly at that moment, and if she’d learned anything at the Ministry, it was to trust whatever popped into her head.

              “Gabor, Sindy and Swinde!” exclaimed the Chief Minister. “Why, they’re mine!”. She rummaged through the files on her desk. T57 assigned to three from her own batch! This was going to be interesting!

              #1123

              Upon hearing Malvina’s thoughts, Arona smiled to herself.

              If only she knew the truth!

              ( If I put big spaces in-between, it will make it look as though I have written more, decided Tina rather cleverly, still feeling a bit creatively uninspired.)

              Tempted though she was, Arona knew she must not give anything away. It was easier to stay in character if she did not allow herself to remember too often, at least until this cave mission was complete. Occasionally she allowed herself the luxury of remembering, yet to do so was to feel a yearning for home.

              It was a pity about the outfit of course, the mouldy cloak…

              ( hmmm was it mouldy though or just a bit on the musty side? )

              … which the Oddlings had decided she would wear for much of this assignment was not her favourite look. Even though she had managed eventually to lose it in the darkness of the cave, her current clothes were now almost in tatters. Arona sighed wistfully, remembering the beautiful silks, chiffons and organzas some of her previous assignments.

              Moments later she brightened again thinking of Vincentius and her other friends.

              There were certainly compensations, she decided philosophically.

              Arona was a little concerned about the meddling of Malvina and the others, although of course she realised they were doing it with the best of intentions to fulfill their own purposes. Arona understood all this, and sometimes regretted she could not tell them who she really was. The powerful thought shields she had been trained in by the Oddlings meant that her disguise had not so far been penetrated.

              Yet she hated to deceive.

              Not to worry. For now she must just focus on the completion of her own mission here.

              She called to Buckberry softly in her thoughts and felt a little thrill of excitement when she heard his response. She knew she would have need of the little dragon for the task which lay ahead.

              #1113

              When he had heard the others discuss around the campfire the possibility to ask help from the owners of the island, Claude knew he had to focus back on his mission. He had finally managed to escape the clutches of that mad doctor and his witches, not to be sheepishly brought back to them again.

              And that little girl seemed to know better than stay here. Despite her tender age, Claude could tell she was well guided, and didn’t really need his being a bodyguard for her family.
              And Akita, well, he was a soldier, and knew how to take care of himself. Surely, the V girl wouldn’t be as tough as those giant spiders they fought on the parallel island.

              So, without more hesitation, in a move of preternatural swiftness and stealthiness, Claude disappeared again in the forest.
              He knew he had to find his contact on the island. The bee-man.

              :fleuron:

              Mavis! About bloddy time!… Ooooh, look at that… went hunting, have you…
              — and kept that quiet too, little black ‘orse. Ye could do the introducing, can’t you?

              Sha and Glo, rendered a bit irritated by their itching were eying the stranger coming with Mavis with a curiosity drown in envy.

              #1111
              Jib
              Participant

                With the winter coming so fast (no more season you see), Dory was busy tidying her patio waiting for the next plane to Long Pong.
                All the dusty trinkets and the artworks she had brought back from her different excavations; she had to put them into some shelter, just in case. Last week the temperature had plummeted so quickly. She had to take the warm clothes out of the closets and realized she also had to change some of them in the process. Some unfriendly moth had eaten the wool of her favorite sweater…
                She was feeling dull and empty. Almost like she had no more purpose. Doing that cleaning and tidying was a way of distracting herself from that impression, she knew it would pass.
                Since the departure of her friends, Yann and Yurick, she had felt a bit lonely, even with Dan being present.
                She lacked a new excavation project, one that would fill in her blood with excitement and passion.

                An odd thought made her shudder. For a moment she had considered the idea of having a baby.

                — “No!”
                Really, she should find something worthy of her unlimited energy and not something that would chain her in habits and force her attention outside of her. Though, she seemed quite short of energy lately… However, it was not the time, not the place… and merely not the life for it.

                She wondered : what were her friends doing?
                Yann and Yurick were most probably preparing their new book, and Finn had told her last time that she was on the verge of adopting a baby Orangatun“she would need spare jungle in her garden”, she chuckled at the sudden vision of Finn gardening her jungle… Well at least it would give her a good distraction.

                She stopped her tidying and came back inside the house. Where was the wireless phone again? Apparently everything was a mess… she’d have to rethink the “no” she had given Dan last time he had asked her if she needed a butler.

                Oh! under her former favorite sweater, of course! She took the phone and composed Finn’s number. Maybe she would extend her trip from Long Pong to New Zealand…

                #1106

                “Fancy a cuppa, Sue?” Norm asked.

                Sue Flay accepted gratefully. “Yeah, Norm, a cuppa sounds nice”. What a day it had been.

                “Mad bunch of nutters, this lot, eh?” Norm smiled ruefully.

                “I should say so!” replied Sue. “Are all movie people as wacky as this?”

                It was Sue Flay’s first venture into movies, although she was already famous as the singer with the Ova Tones, the popular all girl band.

                “No, they’re not” replied Norm. “Frankly, no, they are not this mad usually. This is a decidedly odd bunch, if you ask me”.

                “Oooh” said Sue, momentarily speechless. “Hhmmmm”.

                #1105

                Norm Al Ladd, christened Norman Allan Ladd, was seriously beginning to wonder what kind of production he had signed himself up with. Never in his career as a P movie actor had me met such an odd cast.

                #1072

                This door is influenced by the energy you irradiate.

                You have to trust your energy in order for it to lead you to the most fulfilling place.

                Irtak drew his hand closer to the rippling surface of the door. Its aspect was so changing that it was like he was seeing all the tiniest elements that composed the matter, whatever it was. Hesitating, he asked Leormn.

                — Are you trying one of your tricks on me? It’s like I’m hypnotized.

                He’s not trying to lure you in… said Jeckle.
                The vibration you are currently feeling is the resonance of your energy with the one filtering through that door. said Heckle. I suspect it comes from another realm…
                But it is close to this one, Jeckle added. His muzzle quivered with excitement. I feel a friendly energy filtering from the other side.

                The waves of curiosity emitted by his friends were compelling, and Leormn could feel it. He himself was very interested by what he could feel was some kind of counterpart of himself. He was familiar with the energy but it was somewhat different from his own.

                Our strong desire is maintaining the door open. We can go safely through it and return in no time… he suggested in a soft persuasive tone.

                Arona, who was feeling a bit forgotten, grunted and added a tad dubious :
                — I’m not sure we should do it. We should tell the others… Where are they by the way?

                Apparently, the dragons and the boy were more fascinated by what was leaking out of her drawing. She’d been a bit surprised that one of her creations… if one could call the few brushstrokes a creation… that it could produce such an odd reaction. She couldn’t help but notice that the two words were anagrams.

                Leormn looked at her with a renewed interest.

                I’m feeling you are connected to that other realm, dear Arona. We all are in a way, but it’s like your lineage came from that… gate. Would you dare find out about your origin?

                She looked at him dubiously. His gaze was so intense that one moment…

                — Are you serious? she asked.

                He grinned… Who knows… if you don’t go you may never find out ;)) and I’m sure the others can take care of themselves when we are gone.

                Saying that he jumped on the other side like he was acting on a whim.

                The twins looked at each other and followed him… and Irtak was next…
                What was she to do?
                It was almost as if the door was staring at her. Challenging her… and she didn’t really like to be alone in these dark corridors.
                She jumped in and felt completely stretched out for what seemed a few seconds. She almost lost sense of who she was when an image started to form in her mind.

                It expanded until she was surrounded by a warm sensation of well being and lightness. She was completely safe in this place.
                A sudden woosh and a sensation of cold. She fell on the floor, her members suddenly failing her. The light was completely different and she couldn’t hear anything. Panic began to overwhelm her and she realized she couldn’t emit any sound either.

                As suddenly as it was gone, her sense of hearing reappeared.

                Who was shouting like that?

                AronaArona!

                The directedness in the tone was enough to make her recover her balance. She stopped shouting and began to notice her other senses… nothing particular at first, but she had the weird impression that it was different. Looking around her, she saw that the dragons were sniffing around like puppies and Irtak was following them like one of them.

                — Where are we? she asked Leormn.
                The sound of her voice was lower-pitched than usual, and Leormn started to laugh at her look of dismay.

                Hahaha! I don’t know yet… but we have all the time to discover.

                — Can’t we come back to the cave now? I don’t feel comfortable here… look at the sand, it’s purple… maybe it’s some kind of bacteria or something, maybe it’s contagious…

                He gave her one of those irritating wink. She was about to retort bluntly when she realized there was no way back.
                The door had disappeared.

                #1052

                Playing hide-and-seek in the corridors, Irtak and the twin dragons were running and laughing.
                Passing in front of an oddly thoughtful Leormn, they stopped and looked at what he was contemplating.

                “What a nice door” said Heckle.
                “Nice and softly painted for sure” said Jeckle.

                “It’s funny” said Irtak. “I like funny things, and this one is very funny :-? it looks like you could go through it easily.”

                #1030
                TracyTracy
                Participant

                  Images floated across the dark screen of Elizabeth’s closed eyes as she lay on the bed. She was aware of the trees rustling in the breeze outside her window, and the soft breathing of the miniature giraffes curled up by her feet. The afternoon heat was intense, heavy and soporific.

                  An island, strewn with debris; fallen trees and unidentifiable mangled wreckage of a stainless steel tubuler kind; splotches of blue everywhere dried and cracked into oddly shaped human-like-alien forms, and the telltale battered paint can with the word Azure showing, unscathed.

                  Darkness, damp smells, grey stones and spiders webs, slippery underfoot, bone coldness, and then a glimpse of lime green maidenhair ferns, a shaft of light and the sound of gurgling water….

                  Water sounds becoming surging tides, roaring pushing sucking head spinning weighty and then silence and the tinkling of windchimes….

                  A dog barks in the distance, waking the miniature giraffes. Big brown eyes atop slender necks gaze at Elizabeth as her eyes flutter open and then close again.

                  Last orders gentlemen PLEASE! and a jostle of bodies in the smoke and laughter and babble of voices. A crush of humans across a long wooden barrier for large glass vessels full of foam topped amber liquids. A hush. Silence falls as a glass box perched high in a corner begins to speak. Elizabeth can see the head and shoulders and the serious face, she can see the lips moving, but the silence is total and she can’t hear the words being spoken. The Big Hush, she heard herself think.

                  Hurdy Gurdy music and a merry go round…..grinning white horses up and down and round and round …..

                  Elizabeth drifted off to sleep.

                  #1010

                  She was squatting on the sand beach, near the now calm ocean. The light was so dim that she barely could see the devastation, shards of coconut and palm trees spread on the shore, but the sound of the ocean was soothing.

                  Aaah she had hold that pee for too long.

                  “MAaaAVIS!” That suave authoritative voice must have been Sha’s.
                  “COooOMING!” Tsk. One can’t have a pee alone…

                  While she was readjusting her two pieces bath suit, ready to come back to the improvised discotheque, her attention was caught by something on the beach. A fire?
                  She squinted her little beady eyes to discard any of the hallucinatory visions that sometimes she had.

                  “MA-VIS!”
                  BLODDY COMIN’!” a hint of exasperation. “Mrs Sharon Stone, you ain’t the queen here” she thought. “I can go look for adventure meself, if I want to”.
                  Besides, the fire didn’t seem to be too far away.

                  :fleuron:

                  With the darkness that made very difficult their progress, Akita had made them stop near the shore, where they would see any trouble coming and had ordered the small troop to collect twigs and bits of wood to light a fire.
                  The parents were still in a bit of a shock, and were staying with a blank gaze, looking with an air of wildness at the soothing sound of the waves. Anita was playing nearby, drawing things in the sand, muttering words to herself.
                  That was a good thing that Claude was there. Unlike the others, he seemed quite strong, and the adventure didn’t seem to have left him short of resources.
                  He had been on the island before, and had said they had to avoid the constructions, which were all owned by the same people.
                  For all that mattered, Akita wanted to get to the authorities as soon as possible, but he had to compromise: they would settle close enough to have a check around and see if it would be safe to go there.

                  In a minute, Claude had been roaming through the woods and had gathered a pile of wood. That guy was pretty amazing, Akita was thinking. Odd that he had retained his supernatural strength… At least, Akita had imagined that the guy’s strength was the result of the spider exposure, but now he started to doubt it. He had been sketchy to say the least around the circumstances of his presence.
                  As far as he himself was concerned, Akita wished he had retained somewhere his connection to Kay, wherever his spirit dog was. What the creature had said? That veils were thicker, but not impermeable… Or something around that.

                  I think they’re still hanging around

                  What? What did you say? But Anita didn’t answer. Perhaps his tired mind was imagining things.

                  With all that rain soaked wood, it would be difficult to get anything but smoke.

                  I’ve got a lighter Claude handed him an expensive ziraf that flashed moon reflection in his eyes.

                  Let’s get started then.

                  :fleuron:

                  What now?

                  A roaring sound of a flying thing startled Mavis, passing over her head.

                  Mmm… this island’s getting too crowded, me think. Must be another of Vessie’s guests… That gal sure’s got how to use her sex-apple.”

                  #1005
                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    This I Ching business wasn’t very convenient to figure out, Al was thinking.
                    For Becky’s draw, he had more than a handful:

                    entry 3 (id:1610) #835
                    entry 2 (id:234) #171
                    entry 1 (id:1275) #638

                    All he had to do was relax, and know that the magic would appear by ways of his interpretation of these numbers.
                    He wanted to get 6 numbers out of these 3 comments. So, for each of the comments, he would make 2 numbers.

                    So, for the original comment IDs:

                    • 1275: 1 (odd) and 2 (even) gives (odd) ; then 7 and 5 gives (even)
                    • 234: 2 and 3 gives (odd) ; 3 and 4 (odd)
                    • 1610: 1 and 6 gives (odd) ; 1 and 0 gives (odd)

                    odd-even-odd-odd-odd-odd (what a bunch of odds, he thought, though barely surprised remembering the numbers came from Becky)
                    that’s 1-0-1-1-1-1 or |¦||||

                    From now on, he would spare everyone the maths, and play some interlude music while working out the magic.

                    (some lalala music) :yahoo_party:

                    and for the mutation (835,171,638): 1-0-0-0-1-1 or |¦¦¦||

                    And the result: ‘Fellowship of Men’ mutating to ‘Increase’

                    Bah… this is more fun to add more nonsense than try to figure out what it was all about. Al was finding it the moral of the story for today.

                    #998
                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      “Okay,” Al started.
                      “At the essence of I Ching, is the notion that everything is mutable, and changes. Everything changes, except the law that says that everything changes.
                      “In many ways, the I Ching is like a book where the pages numbering change every time you start to read it. Not unlike our story composition.”

                      “I get that,” answered Tina, interested by what would come out.

                      “So,” Al continued, always disagreeably pondering, Tina would say. “usually, when people are drawing to read from the I Ching, they have six numbers that give an hexagram. And these numbers are carrying into them their potential change, which usually gives another hexagram to read.”
                      “In our stories, the entries have a fixed identity, which is given by the system; this is our starting point. For your comments, this is ’4-191-328’.
                      “But as everything evolves, our entries are given an order in the book; this order is changeable, and that’s what I will use for the second hexagram; in your case it’s ’2-151-223’.”
                      “If you say so…” Tina sighed, a bit lost.
                      “Oh, I’m inventing the rules as we speak,” Al said trying to reassure her somewhat.
                      “I don’t know if that makes me feel better” she said.

                      “Okay. Now, I need to create the hexagrams; hexagrams are defined by six straight or broken lines; zero or one, binary system. Here, Chinese usually use the convention that odd is straight, and even is broken… Ahaha, doesn’t seem to make sense, but odd is male, unbalanced into action, and is associated with single, straight things. Broken is paired, complete in reflection, unbalanced in passivity.”

                      “And I wonder when we actually start to hear something that makes sense?” whispered Tina, a bit crossly.

                      “Okay, the thing I see, is that I have trouble making one hexagram with seven numbers, ahaha”, Al laughed a bit embarrassed.

                      “Oh, then no point in wiggling like that” said Tina very sweetly, “Scrap any bit that bothers you”.

                      “Okay, anyway we can go deeper into them afterwards if needed; I’ll scrap the first number rather than the last, because you see, 2 and 4 are both even, and thus there is no mutation here.”

                      Original Mutation
                      8 ╌ 3 —
                      2 ╌ 2 ╌
                      3 — 2 ╌
                      1 — 1 —
                      9 — 5 —
                      1 — 1 —
                      4 ╌ 2 ╌

                      “So here we are, if we scrap the bottom one, we get…”

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