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  • #1014
    TracyTracy
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      “Oh just leave the reader to do the proof reading, Yurick! If ‘there are no accidents’ then a few misspellings or a bit of mangled grammar might contain a clue for someone somewhere, somewhen….
      it might be best to leave them in. You never know, you know… and anyway, I have this funny feeling that the pages aren’t quite as officially fixed as we might be inclined to think. Not quite cast in stone, as it were….Don’t ask me what I mean, Yurick,” Dory said with a laugh, “Because I can’t explain it.”

      Yurick knew better than to ask Dory to explain anything, and remained silent, with one eyebrow raised quizzically as Dory rambled on.

      “It’s like the branches of a tree,” Dory continued, with a faraway look in her eyes. “The branches on a tree look like such a tangle, but they are all connected to the trunk ~ the roots might look like a hopeless tangle too, if we could see them, but they do know what they’re doing ~ feeding the trunk or the core which sprouts out all over the place. There’s a bird in the tree, hopping from branch to branch. Does he care if he hops from one branch to another? No! Imagine if the bird was so rigid that he had to hop all along one branch from start to finish before changing to another branch.”

      “Hahahah,” Yurick laughed, “A Sumafi bird?”

      “You might say the little bird is the present moment, free to hop onto any branch at any time, or even fly to another tree…” continued Dory, who hadn’t heard Yurick.

      “Another tree?” asked Yurick with a mock pained expression. “I have enough trees on my plate already.”

      “And the thing is with trees, there isn’t really a place to start hopping or a place to stop hopping, from the birds perspective.”

      Dory turned to Yurick with a grin. “It’s a book that you can read from any starting point. No beginning, and no end… maybe we can have all the pages loose with no numbers on, sort of a do-it-yourself assembly…”

      Yurick laughed, a trifle nervously, and asked Dory if she would like a cup a coffee.

      #1011

      A Pacific island then… she thought

      Let’s move there…
      She could feel her ghost body hover, like a feather sucked into a whirlwind.
      She had to be confident she’ll snap back right at her lying body when she’ll be over with the trip.
      Trust that everything will be okay. As it always were. Will always be.

      She could see the Earth from above… The Pacific Ocean, its huge vastness, delimited by coasts of lights.

      Oh, of course, she had not thought of that, but it was night there. She could see towns, concentrations of which were twinkling like shiny stars on a dark sky; but she didn’t want towns. Far too crowded, lots of energies that were maybe intoxicating at first, but she could feel she would be worn out in a second.
      For, as she traveled in spirit, she had access to so much more information than people usually get with their physical senses alone,… it was hard to explain.

      There… in that dark patch, when she moves closer, she can feel the immensity of the ocean surrounding everywhere. She moves closer to that long island that must be New Zealand, because she doesn’t want to be far from any sort of indication of her location. Keeping an eye on this, she spots something which isn’t a city light. It’s dancing, like a fire.
      How can she spot a fire at that distance is beyond her understanding, but she has learned not to question, and act upon her impulses.

      She wills herself at the fire.

      Waves, the peaceful sound of the waves.

      Around the fire, she can see a dog, crouched near a thoughtful man; there’s a young girl too, with a little white rabbit in her lap. The girl’s parents are resting in a hug, and a man with a strange energy configuration, the like of which she hasn’t seen, is closing the circle.

      What a bunch of interesting people…

      #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.”

      #966
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        Sure aliens… Why not aliens? Becky said with a funny maniac laughter that sent chills through Tina’s back.
        After all, we’ve been talking to dead people for so long, we’ve forgotten all about alien lives… I want to believe!

        Well, Tina shrugged in complete abandon, I suppose that would not be your last eccentricity after all… But now that Al starts to believe such utter nonsense is beyond my understanding. I think I need to get more sleep too.
        See you tomorrow, and have fun with your rugrats darling pooh… she said with a sugary smile while closing the videoconf window.

        Phew… Becky sighed, with an anxious side glance at the silent cradles that may not stay silent much longer.

        The rugrats have names you know Tina, she said, more to herself than to the benefit of anyone else.
        And hell if I remember what they are now…

        #962
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          I’m worried about Al, Tina, said Becky. He’s really acting strange lately, have you noticed?

          Noticed! Of course I’ve bloody noticed! exclaimed Tina.

          Aw, Tina! Becky gave Tina a warm hug.

          I don’t think he’s getting enough sleep, Becky, Tina continued. Like for example, you know what you were writing in the Reality Play about Becky and the clones? Well, he thinks it’s real! He thinks the babies are clones. He even thinks YOU’RE a clone, Becky!

          Oh surely not, Tina! Ahahahah! Becky couldn’t help laughing.

          It’s no laughing matter, Backy, said Tina reproachfully, but Becky’s laughter was infectious and Tina started to smile. Oh stop making me laugh! I’m worried!

          A gurgling sound erupted from one of the baby Moses baskets. Those babies have such a sense of humour for such tiny things! said Tina, smiling down at the sunny smiling little faces.

          Haha yes, when they’re not screaming with rage, laughed Becky.

          Tina frowned. I wonder what Al sees when he looks at them?

          What do you mean, Tina?

          Well, didn’t you read Al’s last entry in the Play? Don’t ask me for a link, Becks, look it up yourself!

          Becky rolled her eyes with mock exasperation. You mean about them being emotionless?

          He’s reconfiguring their energy to fit his delusions, Becky. He’s becoming so immersed in the Play that he’s believing it’s real . It’s all a bit worrying, because he’ll be going on about dragons and mermaids in the apartment next, or talking chairs or something. I don’t know how to handle it.

          Hey, I have an idea! Becky said. How about that doctor Muir?

          #960

          New Venice, July, 1 st 2035

          The night was hot in New Venice at this time of the year. The weather patterns had been steadily shifting for many years, and the climate was now sub-tropical in the inundated Big Apple, as more and more people resented the usual coldness of winters, and had subjectively agreed upon a heightening of the temperatures of a few degrees.

          Though accustomed to tell his body to relax, and vibrate at a lower frequency to counteract the sticky and displeasing effects of the heat, Al was finding sleep hard to find. Usually, he would attribute those moments of twitching slumberness to mass accessing of subjective information and bringing them to the objective. With the eclipse that would occur in the next weeks, those were still time of great cosmic synchronistic congruence.

          Needless to say, he and Tina had been somewhat stirred by Becky’s sudden casualness, and relative abandon not only of the Reality Play but also of her three lovely first born to her friends.
          People of that mysterious facility that Becky had briefly spoken so highly of had been doing a fantastic job, considering the very early birth, but still, Al had soon noticed the babies were displaying some kind of emotionless state which was eerie to observe in children that young. He had first thought of a remnant from the birth trauma, but it appeared that they were all perfectly aware, and even more than that, accutely aware of their environment to the point of displaying qualities of awareness akin to telepathy or pre-sentience.

          Sam’s innate talent with the young ones had been very beneficial to them, and Al was hoping, would help them access their emotional communications as a guidance system to navigate within the immense and potentially overwhelming quantity of subjective information they were given such an easy access to.

          Finally after having spent so much time before the cyputer, Al was collapsing from tiredness. He threw himself on the tatami for a healthy dose of rejuvenating sleep. Or so he thought…

          :fleuron:

          Al woke up with a chill, sweat beading over his eyebrow.
          He remembered.
          They would come… Hybrids from their future… He remembered having met one a few years ago.
          A strange bald guy with piercing eyes and strange snorting twitches on his face. One moment he was talking to him in the middle of the ramp waiting for a condocab, and the moment after, he had forgotten all of this encounter.
          The guy had said intently to wait for the time when the Dream would remind them it was the Time of the Reunion.
          So what was next? Aliens coming in their aluminum flying saucepans making mosquito sounds?
          That sounded awfully like the outrageous rants that old Russian guy named Pasha was making years ago in the archives of Dory —which they had taken as a basis for their Reality Play…

          Gosh, that dream was so vivid, it couldn’t be a coincidence… Especially since the first Hybrids to make contact all looked like they were clones of Becky!

          #1920
          TracyTracy
          Participant

            An accidental connection between Ancient Siberia, and India(Sri lanka/Vedic etc)

            “Somaras is said to cause hallucinations and therefore the consumption of soma was permitted only during sacrifices. Somaras gave a sense of growing to gigantic size and possessing superhuman strength or experiencing visions of the gods coming down to join the worshippers on the sacrificial site. Even today a few brahmanic families who try to keep up the very ancient Vedic rituals make a rather bitter drink from a kind of wild rhubarb which they call soma The modern Somaras is not injurious, because the powerful hallucinogenic property of the original soma plant, was replaced by the ineffectual substitute that is used today. It is said that Somaras is similar to the agarics mushroom widespread in central Asia and the Himalayan forests.” jayaraman

            #958
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              Roshan sipped his tea thoughtfully. I hope you know what you’re doing, Gayesh.

              Gayesh smiled confidently at his uncle. Stop worrying, Roshan! It’s all going perfectly to plan. Nishanti will be here in a few days; she will act as bait for the others. Becky is already here, and doing well. I don’t anticipate problems with Becky.

              Roshan snorted.

              Gayesh continued: Bea and Leonora have been contacted, although they are not objectively aware yet. We may have to send someone back; we need their cooperation.

              Roshan raised his eyebrows. And what if they don’t cooperate?

              Gayesh replied with a sinister chuckle, Leave it to me, uncle. Things are coming together perfectly.

              #940
              F LoveF Love
              Participant

                Phew, said Becky, mopping her brow with her hand, what a great work out!

                Tina was very impressed with how diligently Becky was doing her Visualisation Exercises for Pregnancy, and rather surprised to see genuine sweat pouring down her flushed and hot face. She had agreed to do the exercises with Becky, but truth to tell had dozed off after a few minutes. Still, not that I need to do exercises, Tina thought, admiring her toned and slim body. Becky kept complaining about weight gain, and Tina had tried to point out that was what happened when one had a baby. Becky was having none of it.

                By the way Tina, what’s up with Al?

                Yeah … said Tina hesitantly, torn between loyalty and honesty. Well I don’t really know. He is a bit obsessed …

                Obsessed is the word! It’s turning into a monologue. We had better write something soon or who knows what havoc he will wreak on the reality play. You know he killed the spider?

                Well, said Tina brightly, always willing to see the bright side, at least it has distracted him from his body modification experiments for a while.

                #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!

                  #937

                  When Anu woke up, all was fuzzy around her. She could remember the movements inside the wortex, the strange feeling of being dissolved into a million particles, and falling quickly as if falling from the sky.
                  She was feeling alone. She wasn’t cold, but not comfortable either. The soil was damp, and rain was still falling were she was. Her little bag with her GameGirl Advanced was all stained by the brownish yellow mud, but it didn’t matter.
                  At every moment, she expected her friends to appear once again, but she started to fear they had gone forever. Araili with its pointy dark ears, and its soft fur, Yuki, and the others. Where were they?

                  Anita, are you alright?

                  The voice was familiar, she recognized the unshaved face of Akita emerging from the shadows, and felt relieved. And she started to remember… her parents? Were they okay? They were with Akita in his werelynx form back “thenre”…

                  Your parents are alright… They started to wake up, they asked for you… But we shouldn’t stay here, we have to find a shelter, because I think one of the spiders is here, and she will want to build a nest…

                  Anita picked up her bag and started to follow Akita. A faint whisper made her turn her back to the spot were she was… there was nothing though. But she could have sworn she wasn’t alone…

                  #928

                  Passing through the security cordon of the giant spiders had been relatively easy, thanks to the indications telepathically passed down to them by the Snoot .
                  With Anita on her back, Yurmaela the gruffoon had come back to the borgulm tree where Claude had been left to watch. After a moment of surprise at the unexpected apparition, he didn’t take long to decide whether he wanted to stay or not and had jumped on the broad back with the little smiling girl who was grabbing on the coarse hair of the beast.

                  Keep you energies and your attention close to us, said Yurmaela Just like Akayli is doing with your parents, Anu. Though they have plenty of eyes, the giant spiders mostly rely on their energy perception, and they won’t see you if you stay within our energy field.

                  A few minutes later, they were all standing in front of the growirling wortex, partially masked by the bark of the huge babul tree, which was standing out with its massive appearance. Flames of what seemed to be dark floating matter were pulsating very slowly, enhancing the thumping sound of their hearts.

                  Ready to come back home sweet Anu? Akayli said fondly to the little girl?
                  Yes, it was so much fun you all came to play with me… I’d want you to stay with me.
                  What do you say? asked Claude They ain’t coming?
                  This reality had a special design which allowed us to project very easily here said Yurmaela very softly in that reality of you, and Anita and Akita; as for now, the barrier in that reality is thicker than it is here.
                  But we are always present around Anu, you know that said Akayli kneeling down to wrap his spotted furry arms around the little girl
                  Yes I know she was smiling And I miss my parents too
                  So let’s go, the wortex will close any moment now

                  #916
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    Steady on, Becky! said Tina, alarmed. You nearly had that rocking chair right over!

                    Becky steadied the chair and started to laugh. ‘Off my rocker’ sync, she chortled to Tina. Ahahaha, too funny!

                    Tina raised an eyebrow at her freind, who was beginning to have a mad gleam in her eye, and was starting to appear a trifle hysterical.

                    Steady on, Becky pooh! Tina repeated, but it was no use. Becky had seen the funny side and tears of mirth (or was it madness?) rolled down her cheeks.

                    Becky, why don’t you leave that comment in the Reality Play you’re trying to do, for heavens sake, and get a grip first. You know it won’t make sense, and you won’t delete it, either, will you? Tina was firm. BECKY! Just hit send NOW!

                    #913
                    Jib
                    Participant

                      The afternoon was hot, a bit moist and sticky too. Yurick and Yann were enjoying the freshness of Dory’s patio.
                      Cold lemon drink in cocktail glasses, the radio playing some sun related song.
                      Dan was out playing golf with friends and would be here for dinner.
                      Dory, dozing on her rocking chair had told Yurick and Yann that they could use their computers, they had 2 of them, so Yurick could take Dory’s and Yann could take Dan’s. Yurick was busy checking his mails and answering all those who had submitted some article for the next issue of their e-zine, and Yann wanted some distraction. He was just looking at some pictures on Gurgle, some movies on Yootune. Some of them were cracking him up, and he had difficulties keeping his :-| face serious.
                      At the same time he was browsing through Dan’s pictures folders. Some of them were really amazing. Pictures of Dory on the field, with her pith helmet and her brushes, her shovels or even her pick. She was very funny looking when she was finding something seemingly out of nowhere, having dug all day long with no result and then finally some treasure! Often, Yann thought, it was only some fragment of a vase or some broken tool, but she always had this awe-inspired gaze ;))

                      What is the name of this singer again?, asked Yurick.
                      You ask me?

                      The grin on Yurick’s face was all that Yann was waiting for. Yann had no memory of names of singers or actors. Their face, once he had seen it were recorded in his mind, but their name was like a summer breeze, refreshing, but soon forgotten. He knew that Yurick was more asking that to himself.

                      Dunno me luv. You can ask the mummy in the living room if you want…
                      Hahaha, graowl

                      Hehehe. Funny that, thought Yann. Coming back to the computer screen, his eyes fall on a strange folder name.
                      Patate? What’s that!?
                      Double-click.
                      Just a few files. Videos mainly. The names weren’t very evocative…
                      Yann picked one and waited for the movie to begin.
                      It was kind of black and white movie… the grain was gross and old fashioned. There was no audio.
                      Yann had an old memory of a similar movie seen on the comodor computer of his cousin’s parents… his cousin had told him about some weird movie he had found in a floppy disk of his father…
                      So, there was a man, maybe in his 60’s, he was wearing a gray bathing suit and was a bit hairy. Drinking some kind of grey cocktail.
                      A girl came in… with an amazing leopard baby-doll!!! from what Yann could see, she was blond and fleshy. Oh! and she had some friends. All of them with a leo-part on them :-?

                      Ahem! Yurick? Wanna see what I found?
                      Hmmm
                      I’m sure you’ll find some interest :)) hahaha! Oh my Flove! She’s really doing it!?
                      =))

                      Seeing his friend hilarious picked the curiosity of Yurick and he eventually came to see. The look on his face when he saw what was happening was too much for Yann who burst into laughter. That was enough to wake Dory who almost fell off her rocked chair.

                      What is that? Where did you find that… thing? Dory looked offended, but soon she was blushing.
                      Oh! no… don’t look at that. It was a youthful mistake…

                      #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!

                      #905

                      — If you have an idea, then tell it quick, said Akita, this place gives me the creeps.
                      — Remember how Kay’s having this nice werewolf form in his shape-shifting bag of tricks?
                      — Yes, but he cannot really hold it for very long… Wouldn’t be easier if you just teleport us or something?
                      — Well, the thing is, yes, that would work for us, but that would take too long to teach you, not to say the parents. We can’t really count on their cooperation for now… and it’s perhaps better that way, because I’m not sure they would really believe they can do it anyway.
                      — So the real question is, Kay interrupted, how do we move quickly with two stoned weights?
                      — Exactly. My suggestion is that we combine our energies. I must say I’m quite fond of the werewolf outfit, it’s brawny and forces respect, and besides, you and Akita know how to operate it.
                      — I think I get your point. So how do we do?
                      — Just let Kay merge with you, and I’ll facilitate the anchoring, said Araili.

                      Kay started to swirl around Akita in a swoosh of air, while Araili faded into the background to become a force-field around them, getting tighter and tighter, until all three were a ball of light and poofed back in the form of a twelve-feet tall impressive werelynx.

                      GRRRREAT, growled Akayli the beast. Let’s move on.

                      Baring his claws, he delicately tore off the mummifying silky threads to unwrap the two parents, and taking each of them under the hairy soft grey arms, sprung out of the nest to the forest in quick bounces.

                      #900

                      START! said Tina.

                      Becky and Tina were doing a meditation together, and Becky decided to just write whatever popped into her head. She could always delete it afterwards, or edit it, she reasoned.

                      “Bagpush got out of the washtub”, Becky scribbled, “ And scooted down along the river line to the marks butty big one by the farm. Heavens above, fishly, what’s that brown thing on the water butt? Gawbsmacker said, don’t be talking like that, shekeltons in a hide to ho where and its first light, fair bright and hey ho the wash go. Abbon Ipswich, slaty flats of corncake, hey dee on the wash bucket, spittin in the hole hey down dooly. Margaret Apsworth laying on the white cotton cake spread, fair dooly down the one hooly. Ay and its a hey ho fair fooly down by the wash pooly, drum rolling in the har fool haley, down by the dash darnly. I said, hey ho the brown tooly, hoggin all the raw tooly, stewing in the far fooly for eight pence an hour. Said Mavis of the green sportwear, theres may flowers in the far horse hair, weel butter in the spar for tucker and muck down in the cow butter, said bree in the bird barny, a flying for the far fooly, well its knees up and out your dooly for the green hay beer fair. Its a fine night for a hooly in the row bottom in the far fooly, said mavis of the tom fooly, in the wash bucket down stairs. Once more, sell a nickel farthing, in the morning and in the darning, and say way more is in the star sign than a wash bucket down stairs.”

                      Good greif, exclaimed Becky, What was all that about?

                      What a load of twaddle, Becky, said Tina with a laugh.

                      Well you know what? It was kind of fun and refreshing to just write nonsense
                      I am sick of things MEANING something, Becky said, and then, warming to her subject:

                      Lets have some good old fashioned MEANINGLESSNESS!

                      #883
                      TracyTracy
                      Participant

                        Becky arrived at the cafe twenty minutes late, looking breathless and disheveled. Scanning the room with a wild eye, she spotted Tina engrossed in a magazine in a booth in the far corner. Flopping down on the leatherette seat, Becky ran her hands through her hair and said Holy Moly, Tina, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going.

                        BREATHE, replied Tina, in a deeply resonant voice, a trifly mischeivously, Becky thought. Breathe into YOU…..

                        Oh bugger off Tina, Becky said affectionately. Thanks for coming at such short notice.

                        Well, out with it then, Becks, what’s the panic this time? What fine pickle have you got yourself into now?

                        Becky glanced surreptiously over her shoulder, and then leaning over the table whispered to Tina, Promise you won’t tell anyone? Not even Sam and Al?

                        Tina frowned. Not even Sam and Al?

                        Seeing Becky’s crumpled face, Tina quickly agreed, saying, Oh alright then, but what’s the big secret? Not that there ARE any secrets….

                        Yes there bloody well ARE secrets Tina, and this is one of them! Promise not to tell ANYONE!

                        Alright, alright! Calm down and spit it out, for Gawds sake! Tina said.

                        Remember when I was in the park? In that tarty nun outfit? Becky continued, in a loud whisper.

                        How could I forget?

                        Well, something happened! In the bushes, with this guy, a guy from the future, a time traveller.

                        Tina raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

                        It’s no good looking at me like that Tina, I’m telling you it happened. And what’s more, I’m pregnant, and he’s the father.

                        Tina’s mouth fell open in surprise, and then she said, You TART! You haven’t been married a week! You haven’t even been on your blimmen honeymoon yet!

                        Well, actually, replied Becky huffily, Don’t you think it’s kind of cool?

                        What happened then, Becky, do tell! Tina was intrigued.

                        And Becky proceeded to tell Tina all about it, first entreating her again not to tell anyone.

                        #878

                        Old Narani is becoming too soft.
                        While the attraction of the hole was intensely beckoning, Phurt had been appointed by a strange twist of fate to the guard of the prisoners by the Old Mother.

                        Bugger Narani whisspered Phurt, why not just kill them, these stupid two-legged animals. Why the pain of keeping them alive? Good thing the daily dose of sedative venom had them quiet now. They would only scare the mooing preys. Stupid, stupid.
                        Of course, it would be easy to just sink a little more than usual her sharp tooth into their neck so fragile. A regrettable accident…
                        Phurt couldn’t help but smile a grin as wide as her hairy eight-eyed face. But she wasn’t known as the Doctor of Breath for nothing. Her mere breath could be as sweet as a jasmine scent or terribly deadly. She had never missed a target, never could have.
                        She was no mere Spinner; how could the Mother have put her to such a slighting task. Degrading. For her, the most promising Hunter of her generation to be doing this while they all were securing the hole perimeter.

                        She would have to go. Something was nudging her to move, something like a fluid water sound, that whispered that nothing could happen to those prisoners. No one would be fool enough to dare to enter the Nest.
                        Ahaha, why would she care? Nobody would know. And the little ones would alert her in any case.

                        With a prodigious jump, she sprung to the forest in the direction of the hole. She couldn’t be denied her destiny.

                        :fleuron:

                        Is it gone now? a voice whispered under a pile of giant ferns
                        I think it is growled Araili’s voice Thanks to the Snoot’s power of suggestion, I suppose… The Snoot might find spiders eggs delicacy enough to help us in our rescue operation.
                        Shall we go there now? Kay? Ready to go and report back if everything’s clear?
                        Ready.

                        :fleuron:

                        Rafaela was not finding it very difficult to jump on the rocky slopes. It was only difficult for her to remember to stay physically focused so that Anita wouldn’t fall to a certain death. And of course, even more difficult to resist to the attraction of nibbling a few crunchy thistles and brambles that grew here and there.
                        But Yuki’s attention was here to remind her, and so far, their progression had been smooth and easy.

                        But all of a sudden, the small pink nose of Yuki raised in quicker spasms sniffing the air intently.
                        What? What? asked Rafaela who almost forgot her focusing. What?! Did I fart or something?

                        Anu who was having the time of her life jumping on the coarse back of the goat giggled at her clueless question.

                        — I think the spiders are moving too. We’ll be reaching the hole before them, and the Snoot tells me they won’t be moving close to it. But they won’t let anything or anyone get out of it. Let’s hope dear Armelle will spot a path for our friends.
                        — Not to worry, Rafaela said matter-of-factly, Army is good at spoohtting. She’s the best I know at that.
                        — OK, let’s move on…

                        :fleuron:

                        Claude was finally seeing a pinhole of light, at a close distance. He could just continue to crawl out his way to the light, and he would soon be release. And to cheer him up, he reminded himself that no man nor beast he feared, with his phenomenal strength agility and speed he now had. Too bad he didn’t have any time to get a proper super-hero attire he smiled to himself.

                        :fleuron:

                        On Tikfijikoo, the Magpie’s energy maze-cloak was now lift. The fury of the cyclone was now in its full power, and the Magpies were starting their swift deployment.
                        The item was left unguarded in the operation room, as far as they could tell, and in the chaos of the elements, surely a few magpies would be unnoticed.

                        They had to move quick now. The portal would be opened soon too. They couldn’t come back without bringing “it” back with them.

                        #874
                        TracyTracy
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                          Already pregnant? ALREADY? Don’t be so soft, Becky laughed, punching Sam playfully on the arm. Then she frowned. What makes you say that, anyway? she asked suspiciously.

                          Before Sam had a chance to reply Becky clapped her hand to her mouth and froze. That man in the park!

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