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  • #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! ;))

      #1162
      ÉricÉric
      Keymaster

        Rneyl ba na Bpgbore zbeavat. Gurer vf gur cebzvfr bs urng va gur fxl ohg sbe abj rirelguvat vf pbby naq fgvyy. Fur bcraf gur onpx qbbe bs gur pbggntr naq naq fvgf qbja pnershyyl ba gur jbbqra fgrc. Ure obql uhegf sebz gur avtug.

        V xvyy guvatf, fur guvaxf, fheirlvat gur qel oebja cynagf va gur fznyy tneqra fur unq gevrq gb perngr.

        Fur jbaqref vs gurer vf fbzrguvat gung jnagf gb pbzr gb yvsr vafvqr bs ure, gura uvqrf sebz gur gubhtug. Abg orpnhfr fur qbrf abg jnag vg, ohg orpnhfr fur vf nsenvq. Fur qbrf abg xabj ubj gb oevat guvf guvat gb yvsr. Gur fueviryyrq cynagf orne funec grfgvzbal gb ure snvyher…

        [ encoded in ROT13 ]

        “What is that?” she asks. “It doesn’t come from The Book, does it?”
        “Well, our best team of psychic archaeologists just got it retrieved from purported old discarded bits in the Crypt.”
        “of…? You mean… apocryphal part of The Book? Are you serious?”
        “Quite possible, you see. Do you know what’s the ancient meaning behind that word ‘apocryphal’?”
        “You tell me.”
        ‘those having been hidden away’… But the intricacy of this reality makes it possible for us, in the future of The Book, to re-insert it directly into the past.”
        “So they’re no longer ‘apocryphal’…”
        “You could look them up actually, and perhaps you’ll find even the part where they’re speaking about us finding it even…”

        :fleuron:

        — Aaaaalbert! You’re not ferreting again in my old discarded files, are you?
        — Err… No, of course not Tina.

        Al quickly changed the view on the cyputer and added with a hint of malice in his voice “You don’t have anything to hide from me anyway, isn’t it?”
        “Don’t be silly Al, and you’d better prepare yourself. We’ll be late for the big Hallowe’en party at the Father Chase Memorial Garden. Becky’s supposed to make an apparition at the party, remember.”
        Becky? You mean… The Becky?”
        “Yeah… You’re so absent-minded sometimes sweetie, good thing you got me, Sumafi as you are. Yes, that old twaddle-speaking silly exotic Becky, the one and unique!”

        #2030

        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          Some selected bits from one tag cumulo-cloud:

          — “Matter (is) dimensional energies realized”
          — “Expect Hector (to) surface, Rafaela!”
          — “Leonora gets (to) keep saying ‘play attention!’”
          — “Close rain, friend magic, hope water seeing”
          — “Far within thinking, Arona sort days, (her) hold gives human comments great meaning”
          — “Soon blue seconds, call straight (at the) door, met surely physical; notice move (of) essence (in) fat huge dreams”
          — “Universe appear (in) book story”
          — “Malvina line although familiar answered busy funny heading”
          — “Tina looked love taking lots question indeed”
          — “Word usually working (in) short shifting pooh adventure”
          — “Seems Armelle starting soft reason; strange perhaps (in the) middle (of) rolling help (one may) spot dragons’ truth past spider times”
          — “‘Tell inside reality’: three words step (to) creating”
          — “Becky, allow yourself finding single beautiful playing light, dear”
          — “Cloud impulse shall house explain surprised black connection”
          — “Cool trust(ed) friends, portal plane”
          — “Aliens coincidence next talking”
          — “Walking arms seem flight silence; stone creature sound already entered field (of) aware(ness); scene trip apparently given reading”
          — “Beyond rolled Theresa, lately cave telling unusual morning”
          — “Wortex large, merely Glo

          #1158
          TracyTracy
          Participant

            Mademoiselle Mongoose was the Director of Public Relations at the Z.O.O. (short for Zoological Organization of Outcasts) which was no easy task. Her job entailed ensuring that the members remained Outcasts whilst endeavouring to foster an attitude of Acceptance from the general public. The dilemma was that oftentimes, once an Outcast was Accepted, he no longer qualified as an Outcast and according to the rules, was no longer eligible to remain at the Z.O.O.

            Mlle Mongoose couldn’t find the new Outcast anywhere. The enormous Anaconda, affectionately nicknamed Nana Croissant, was Absent Presumed Escaped Soft, which was one of Mlle Mongoose’s biggest headaches at the Z.O.O. There seemed to be a disproportionate number of A.P.E.S. at the Z.O.O.


            Mlle Mongoose sighed. If Nana Croissant couldn’t be located, Mlle Mongoose would have to report the disappearance to her superior, Sir Raphael Cabra-Chevre. Thankfully the Z.O.O. also had a disproportionately high population of R.A.B.B.I.T.S. (Rare Intermediate ‘Best Bait In Town’ Stars), to cover for the erratic and unpredictable behaviour of the A.P.E.S., ensuring that there was plenty going on for the General Public at all times. (It may be noted by the S.W.A.N.S. ~ Sumafi Workers Affiliated Normal Society ~ that R.I.B.B.I.T.S. would be more technically accurate, however they were generally accepted as R.A.B.B.I.T.S. to Those In The Show ~ otherwise known as T.I.T.S.)

            Mlle Mongoose decided to enlist the help of the C.A.M.E.L.S. (Central Agency for Missing, Escaped & Lost Softs) before alerting Sir Raphael Cabra-Chevre.

            The Case of The Disappearing Aardvark was another matter, though. Mlle Mongoose decided to call in the M.E.E.R.C.A.T.S. (Missing Entities & Essences Roll Call and Time Share)

            #1146

            “Oh My God” exclaimed Bea. “I had a dream about the DOOR!”

            “Oh, well done! The question is, did you remember it?” asked Leonora.

            “As a matter of fact, Leo, I did!” replied Bea with a happy smile. “As a matter of fact, although I’m not too sure how factual matter really is, but anyway, I did remember the dream, and I wrote it all down.”

            “Gosh, up early this morning, weren’t you?” asked Leo, who was sipping coffee at the kitchen table and watching the sun come up over the mountains through the open door.

            “Oh I didn’t write it down this morning, silly! I wrote it all down last week.”

            Leo placed her cup on the table and rubbed her eyes, frowning. “Wait a minute, let me get this straight…..”

            Bea laughed ~ she was in rather a jolly mood, despite the early hour. “I had the dream last week, Leo, but I only just realized this morning that the dream was about THE DOOR

            “So what did you learn about the door, then?”

            Bea frowned. “Well I’m not really sure. But it seemed so significant because it was that scary door, you know, the dreams I’ve been having for years about that door in that bedroom that’s too scary to get near, never mind go through….would you like to read it? Maybe you can interpret it for me.”

            “If I must” sighed Leonora “You better pour me another cup of coffee then and pass me those cigarettes.”

            Leonora read from Bea’s Dream Journal:

            I was sorting winter clothes out on an upstairs landing of a cottagey gabled house,
            and decided to use the upstairs bedroom instead of the downstairs one.
            The bedroom was a recurring dream one, gabled attic with dormer windows kind of room.
            Then I saw the door and remembered this was the door I was always too terrified
            in dreams to open; it was so scary that I always wanted to use this bedroom
            but never could because of that terrifying door and whatever lay beyond it.

            “Didn’t you do a waking dream and go through that door?” Leonora asked. “Oh, yes here is is…”

            Remembering that I had done a waking dream and gone beyond the door once,
            I marched up to the door, flung it open and strode through.
            Suddenly an almost overpowering fear and dread stopped me in my tracks
            but I carried on anyway.

            “Oh, bloody well done, Bea! Good for you, girl!” Leonora could be a bit waspish at times, but she was a kind old soul underneath.

             It was a bit like a old slightly shabby but once grand hotel foyer, high ceilings
            (not the same as when I went through in the waking dream, which was then rows
            of closed doors on either side).  The foyer opened out on the left into a large old
            fashioned restaurant dining room, with one person over on the far side sitting at
            a table.  I carried on straight ahead through opaque etched glass double doors
            onto an upstairs outdoor terrace.  There was a city scene below.  On the left
            was a shallow ornately shaped ornamental pool.

            “Reminds me a bit of our trip to Barcelona, this does, eh” Leo commented.

            “Yeah, I’m sure that had something to do with the gargoyle imagery” replied Bea.

            A woman squeezed past me holding a small thick book and I knew she was
            going to jump off the terrace which was several storeys up.  She collapsed into
            the pool, writhing backwards, baring a flat white breast and dropping the book.

            “Flat breast, hahah Bea, that weren’t you then, obviously, was it!”

            Bea chuckled. “Not bloody likely! I reckon that bit slipped in the dream because I can’t find a comfortable bra lately”

            “You and me both” replied Leo. She continued reading from the journal.

            I picked up the book, and somehow ended up with two books, which seemed like guide books. I couldn’t hold onto the two books with the creature in my hand, which was weird, like a very heavy small furry grey reptile, or gargoyle.

            “Maybe it was a baby dragon?”

            “Don’t say that!” retorted Bea, who had a horror of dragons. “The thought did cross my mind too, though” she admitted.

            I was holding it with one hand round its middle and the fat grey belly of it
            was bulging out under my fingers.  It was unbelievably heavy for such a small creature
            and I didn't want to hold it, so I passed it to a boy. (Twice I was holding the creature,
            and twice I passed it to the boy, but I can't recall the other time)
            Back inside the building, I followed the boy down a big wide staircase that
            curved round to the right at a landing below.  I started to fall down the stairs and
            knew it was because of the book that I was holding that the woman had been holding
            when she collapsed into the pool, so I threw the book down the stairs to save myself,
            and felt the tumbling down from the books perspective, although I stayed in
            the same place, clutching the banister.

            “Well I am amazed that you remembered so much, Bea! Going through the doors and finding the books reminds me of Jane’s Library you know”. Leo was starting to go into an altered state.

            “Are you going into an altered state, Leo?” asked Bea. “Are you channeling Juani Ramirez again?”

            “The creature, the gargoyle, was representing ‘a different species of awareness, of consciousness’” continued Leonora, as Bea hastily started taking notes. Leo wouldn’t remember what she’d said while she was channeling Juani, so it was essential that Bea record what was said.

            “The weight was a marker to help you recall the creature, as well as being symbolic of denseness”

            Bea couldn’t help making a snirking noise. Dense eh, she said under her breath.

            “The door” continued Leonora “Is a signpost, a marker.”

            Just then the phone rang, snapping Leonora out of the trance. Bea picked up the telephone, but there was nobody there.

            “Pffft” said Bea.

            “More coffee?”

            #1143
            Jib
            Participant

              Al and Sam were waiting silently at the Yukaili airline terminal… the departure of their flight was in an hour and they decided to play with Tina and Becky 2 who were making egg sculptures in a white room.

              They were sending them energy suggestions to move their hands and the tools in certain ways in order to influence the result.
              Tina and Becky being very focused on their tasks were not necessarily aware of the meddling of their friends and at times were swearing like … I prefer not to tell.

              The end result was an watermegglon on Becky’s side and an a vegemegg from Tina’s side.

              Both were contemplating their creation with awe and wonder… sparkles in their eyes.

              :creating_magic:

              #1142

              “I had an absolutely brilliant revelation last night” Bea was saying “about The Door. Buggered if I can remember what it was, though.”

              “Well fat lot of use that is then, Bea” replied Leonora. “Any snapshots? Can you remember anything at all?”

              “Well, there was a big pale green patch that floated down, then there was the floating part, oh and all the coloured light flashes…the French girl, the old fashioned scene…..and that weird change of focus, sort of off centre and a bit out of body, with the guy behind my right shoulder shouting HEY every time my focus started drifting back to normal. Oh, and the spiraling part, that was cool too!” Bea was starting to drift off into another world just thinking about it.

              “Yes, well, now we know all about The Door” said Leonora sarcastically. “Very helpful, Bea, well done.”

              “That’s it!” shouted Bea, leaning forward in excitement. “It’s about blocking energy!”

              Leonora rolled her eyes.

              “Holding tightly to energy, that’s what the closed door is. I can have an open door, and still be free to create who walks through it. We don’t lock the door here, do we, but we don’t get any intruders.”

              “Maybe that’s because we’ve got nine dogs” said Leo. “And anyway, define intruder, in a ‘you create your own reality’ context. What’s the difference between an intruder, and a wonderful surprise?”

              Bea was stumped for a moment. “That’s a good question, Leo, we’ll come back to that in a bit, but let me finish telling you this before I forget again.
              I used to mentally open a big double door every time I did a meditation or went to sleep” Bea continued “and I havent opened that door in months. Well, sometimes it’s open, obviously, but I dont seem to throw the doors open wide anymore, you know, to other energies objectively, if you see what I mean.”

              Bea was starting to ramble. “I used to invite any Tom, Dick and Harry to my meditations as long as they weren’t aliens.”

              “What about the dogs in raincoats dimension?” asked Leo “What were they if they weren’t aliens?”

              “Oh, they were alright, I liked them. Oh you know what I’m like about that other dimensional stuff, don’t get me started on that now. I think occasionally things happen and I get rattled, and shut the door for a bit.”

              “Right, so let see if I’ve got this straight” said Leonora “There’s more than one layer to this Door thing because what you’ve just told me is what’s going on in your reality. The question is, what’s going on in mine?”

              “Buggered if I know, LeoBea replied. “Fancy a cuppa?”

              #1135

              — “Dory?”
              — “What, hon’?” a distracted Dory answered to young Becky
              — “You’d better remove the magnets from the iron, or you’ll ruin another one…”
              — “What are you talking about?!” Dory was perplexed, trying to find her way through the airport to Gate 57-¾, but only to find nothing but benches in between Gate 57 and 58.
              — “Oh, never mind… It’s only a dream and you probably won’t remember it anyway.”

              “There!” the suspicious bag lady of the Heathrow terminal had reappeared briefly just for Dory to spot her entering the restrooms.
              Becky was already rolling the heavy bumper-stickers patched suitcase to follow her without question.

              — “But why are you taking the suitcase to go to the bathroom, Beck’?”
              — “What are you talking about Dory!” Becky was sometimes losing patience. “Can’t you see it’s the entrance for Gate 57-¾?!”
              — “Uh?” A moment of clueless mystery on Dory’s face. “Oh…” Another mini-black hole on her face.

              “Oh. Okay then. Let’s go…”

              If there was something that her exotic life had taught Dory, it was to never question the moment. If the circumstances are here, if the impulse is there, then go for it. Explanations will follow. And in case they don’t, make them up as you roll and rock!

              Becky meanwhile was rather surprised at how people, even her own step-mother, as tuned in ghostly stuff as she was, most of the time failed to see the things for what they really are. And if these big painted letters on the door “GATE 57 ¾” weren’t obvious enough, and people preferred to interpret them as restrooms, then… what else could be done? She sighed.
              Later on, she would learn that it was a common, well documented trait in human consciousness; that people were sometimes psychologically (but not physically) blind to stuff outside of their current focus of attention, or simply blind to things too far off their beliefs; in other terms, it was a matter of energy reconfiguration. As long as it worked…

              “Oh look at that… Yukailli Airlines counter is here! What bloody stupid idea to put a closet door at the entrance…”

              After having made the departure arrangements at the counter, Dory came back to Becky who was looking outside at the planes.

              — “Ain’t them beautiful?”
              — “Yeah, and I suppose you’re seeing planes, aren’t you?”
              — “Err, yes of course, what else, silly… Though now you ask me, they seem a bit weird… foggy or something”.

              In fact, what Becky was seeing wasn’t conventional planes. It was more like “fly-boats”. Some sorts of hybrid ships made to fly with huge wings transparent and shiny like those of flies.

              — “I hope they have crunchy coleslaw for meal, I’m starving” a contented and tired Dory said, when she collapsed into the comfortable seats.

              #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.

              #1120

              Sometimes I wonder… said Yurick as he watched the strange headline in the news:

              Ike set to bypass Keys

              #1816

              In reply to: Synchronicity

              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster
                #1092
                Jib
                Participant

                  Finnley’s wig had fallen over the carpet, and actually she was bald. Her false eyebrows had fallen also and revealed a neat and gracious line of feminine eyebrow.

                  — You’re a far better catch Finnley than I could have hoped for with Lady Theresa… I don’t regret our encounter in the library.

                  He was titillating her nipples thoughtlessly and pinching them at times triggering an expression of pleasure on Finnley’s face.
                  She was beautiful after… well, what they did.

                  #1062

                  Were are we Anu? , the mother asked her young daughter trotting in front of her. My, it’s awfully dark in there… Are you sure we’ll find the others here?
                  — Yes Mum. Anu answered in a soft voice.
                  — Don’t be so anxious, Lily dear; trust our little girl; after all, she did so bravely well on her own after that plane crash.
                  — You’re right Aaron, but this place is so… I don’t know, it gives me the creeps. It’s like… I couldn’t tell why, but it’s like we’re not remotely close to the Miami… or even the Sarcastic Sea where we’re supposed to be stranded…
                  — It’s because we’re not, muttered Anita, more to herself than to her mother. But we’ll be soon enough, she added.
                  — Sometimes I wonder how can Anu know so well were we are when we’re so lost, her mother mumbled…

                  Balbina was following the little group as it was heading to the cave where one of the portal’s entrances was located. She could see the entrance clearly, glowing and sending ripples of energy coils, but that was only because she was travelling in her dream-body. While Anita, who was quite tuned into those things, wasn’t appearing to be lost, the parents seemed more than a little in the dark, and not only figuratively speaking…

                  Balbina turned to the rabbit who was keeping her company.
                  — And do you know were they’re going to?
                  And do you like the things that life is showing you? giggled Yuki. Well, more seriously, it depends on what they’re choosing. And it could lead them to a place much more different than the one they expect to go to.

                  A funny idea crossed the mind of Balbina, so much so that the elderly lady, who was looking rather youngish in her dreamlike appearance couldn’t help but express it.

                  — Could they come to my place? They seem so charming people, and they seem to come from the same time as I do…
                  — I thought you would never ask, Yuki smiled at her mischievously.
                  — Oh, why?
                  — Don’t you think it’s a funny coincidence that you are to meet them here and now?
                  — Well… It’s just a dream, isn’t it?
                  — And what if you could make that dream reality? Prove to yourself that it’s as real as anything else…
                  — That sounds exciting indeed.

                  “Here!” Anita was pointing a strange shaped bush of brambles.

                  Rafaela was standing next to the bushes with Armelle on a tree nearby. “I’ve thought it would be more practical for them than the rock pool”
                  “Good thinking dear” Yuki answered the goat.

                  — And now? Balbina asked
                  — I think it’s up to you and Anita, said Yuki.

                  “And where are we going from there?” asked Lily to her daughter.
                  “Not far from here, to a friend’s home, in Venezuela .” answered Anita with a wink which seemed lost to her parents, but not to the beaming Balbina.

                  #94
                  ÉricÉric
                  Keymaster

                    Best known in Oorth (Dimension of Ooh) for his best selloor Words of Comfort for the Descending, a groot philosoopher and wool of wisdoom, Erwin P Lemone has made a few delightful and abysmally profoond aphorisms that needed a proper anthology.

                    Be it the place for such an endeavoor.

                    A few quotes

                    “Sometimes it takes a single sniggly thorny path to go through to reach Elysian avenues much more efficiently” — ID850

                    “rainy wedding, merry marriage” — ID1183

                    “Better speak nonsense than be dead or sorry” — ID1644

                    “It’s not the writer’s job to piece the stuff life is made of together, it’s the job of the reader.” — ID1661

                    “A new-born book is like a little baby, except it smells only of ink, and doesn’t make spurious sounds” (said at an interview with journalist Finckle Frettle on Oo-TV)

                    #1058

                    She had to hold her breath a few seconds more…
                    Very few seconds…
                    Another one… Oh by the Elder gods! what was this all about the time was stretching like an old rubber bag and she was about to burst out… sshitty lack of air!

                    Calm down Phoebe. You can do it… WHERE IS THE SURFACE!?

                    All of a sudden she realized she had lost her beautiful motorbike for good — one that took her years to find, and a few more years to insufflate its little particularities.

                    Oh! MERDE!

                    Another memory of her time at the Moulin Rouge…

                    I lost the wand again…

                    But that wand was a bit more special than her motorbike. Soaked with ancient magic from another dimension… A bit like that ring in that dimension… She shivered… her small intrusion in that one sufficed to disgust her… That giant spider… what was her name again? Well the name won’t help her surface and breathe… She remembered… she had stolen an egg from that spider… she had to get rid of it very soon afterward in a garbage dimension, but…

                    What is this light… and where is the direction of the surface… it was like she was floating in no space, no gravity…
                    That’s not gooood…
                    I’m loosing…

                    :fleuron:

                    …conscious…

                    :fleuron:

                    …Nessy!

                    A big flushing sound and she could breathe again… it was painful as the water in her lungs was looking for a way out.
                    Coughing and aching… She had no idea of the boundaries of her bodies as she was as wet as the ocean…
                    But her friend of old times had saved her! She never regretted to help her in her youth, during a trip to Scotland…
                    The contact of the… cold skin?
                    It was a bit too cold to be her friend… and it sounded quite metallic.

                    — Oye! Therrre you arrrre!

                    What was that again!? A submarine? A Russian accent?
                    She couldn’t accommodate her vision, she was still too busy to breathe loudly.

                    — Deaaarrrr Pheobe! The Barrrron told me you’d be therrrre.

                    Pavel Orgeanov!!! Oh not him now! He was the last one she expected to meet.

                    #1056
                    Jib
                    Participant

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

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

                      :fleuron:

                      No particular feeling at first.

                      :fleuron:

                      One of the little ones, maybe…

                      :fleuron:

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

                      :fleuron:

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

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

                      #1050

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                      #1040
                      1da
                      Participant

                        7:33:59 AM 8-19-08 ∞1da Geolocation Time.

                        days of sleeping slip by. the light on the peaks soft, golden in the cool dawn. a shiver. the water would be cold but thirst is a motivating factor. movement would mean warmth. birds flitting from branch to branch…

                        stones to perch on. river jade at my finger tips. the babble of a quickly flowing stream. scooping with one hand to drink from a clear pool, the musky scent of cedar and low water.

                        across the wide stream, a river. actually. no. the amount of water between a stream and a river. a young buck, head bent low also drinking. antlers. how are years marked again? two prongs on each side. is that two years after reaching mating age? or four. no matter. eyes latch across rapidly flowing water. we watch each other. both still, both quiet. both recognizing in each other another survival being of dreams.

                        dream memory extending into long ago. no. longer than that. the rules to colonizing a planet. simple universal rules. one band of survival beings with a limited number of nuclear families from any survival being group that wishes to expand into livable planets. set down in one place – with nothing. no food. no implements. not even clothes. if they survive they colonize. if not. well. the universe is full of tried and failed experimentation. The pulse of all that is drawn into a black hole. drawn in and back out through tunnels of light that are trapped within the black hole…

                        the fact that more than one form of survival being can attempt to colonize one planet at any given time is both an advantage and a disadvantage. they become resource for each other as well as competition – resource and competition, as is all that is within and upon the planet.

                        still that cave, that First Cave. on the tip of the continent in the southern hemisphere… blue ocean view… a beginning that is long ago. how long ago? 160,000 planet years? 200,000 thousand planet years? late arrivals as we are, this is where our colonization is now. Digging to find those memories and what is left of that initial arrival…

                        walking up this valley on the other side of a continent, an ocean away from First Cave… funny how time advances forward and backward in both directions – in all directions – and remains the same. This now is the same now as that now and remains the same in both directions as it passes around each of us.

                        the sun trickling across the tips of trees lower and lower into the valley. another half an hour and it will be in my face.

                        might as well eat breakfast while I walk. thimble berries, currents, oh! yarrow. i could make tea. – if I made fire. If I had fire… or i could make yarrow tea because i have sun. . .

                        at peace within because i know i am returning to the High Portal Cave on the mountain, near the timberline. the central entrance, near the ancient pine. The safe harbor of the High Portal Cave, the entrance to a multitude of passageways, interconnecting chambers and stunning connecting points that open beyond this time and beyond this continent – before and after this continent. probably, through the right passage way opening beyond this planet. I don’t know that, it makes sense that it does. I believe I will find out in my memory or in my future. i remember some of these things and places. not all of them. i remember entering, finding the stone trough of water with the wooden drinking bowl on the damp ledge. i remember passageways that lead to incredible places and times. why return now? without knowing i know. this is the way it is because this is the way it will become.

                        warm sun on my chest. warm from walking. birds, quiet as i approach, resume their constant foraging as i pass. along the shore the constant sound of the river stream like the white noise of the universe, beautiful and ever present so that if i am not mindful i no longer hear it.

                        a walking stick. ok, a broken branch caught between boulders. still green enough to be strong, almost as thick as my forearm with little taper and altho it is not straight, it is a head taller than i am – perfect. a walking stick. a walking staff. i work it loose from the rocks. strange markings… the hand of an intelligent being – a gift then.

                        do images become visible on these pages or only the thoughts and sights from within my mind, i wonder. i try to remember not to believe all that i think… if i wonder… then do i attempt to find out? yes, often enough, yes. and why is short hair exciting, new, a sign of adventuring? changes. oh. perhaps. or perhaps it’s a way of changing breath. I smile. I walk on.

                        #1039
                        ÉricÉric
                        Keymaster

                          Fumbling through the huge pile of paper, Elizabeth cried in anguish “it’s oowful, there’s too much stuff in those jumbled foolders!

                          Her cry had made some of the tiny goats faint and as she started to look around, she found herself in the middle of what looked like a battlefield from the Rooman times, with Robert the magpie dancing gleefully on goats all four legs in the air.:goat: :yahoo_silly: :yahoo_sleepy:

                          Nervously, she reached for her cigarettes, only to send the pack flying in the trash with her chaotic movements. “booger, booger!”. As she went crawling under the desk, she saw that tooday’s newspaper had a chubby statue on the front page ( Oostrians fete voluptuoos, prehistoric Venoos ).
                          “What’s that? She looks familiar that one” thought Elizabeth, the form of the statue vaguely reminding her to go check with her aesthetic surgeon if any more work needed to be done since the last time, three weeks ago.

                          And now, look at that, it’s almost like in dear Harry Pooh’ter
                          That Venoos is made from oolitic stone (meaning egg stone)… “ :yahoo_thinking:

                          But seeing the cinders of her freshly lit cigarette were almost lighting up a fire from her notes, she almost forgot to put that new thing in her clooh box.

                          #1038
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            Serendib Facility, Sri Lanka ~ (2035)

                            Becky had forgotten all about her new babies now that she had the handsome and charming Gayesh in her sights. During the hot lazy days at the facility while Gayesh was working, she passed her time idly, swimming in the pool, dozing on the terrace, or randomly roaming around the Internet. Sometimes she checked Secondary Clone Becky’s blog all about bringing up triplets and coping with difficult husbands but soon got bored with such mundane affairs. Occasionally she worked on the Reality Play, and often sent reminders to Tina about the Facility , hoping that she would decide to join her.

                            Perhaps I could entice her over here with the promise of a menage à trois with the delectable Gayesh, Becky mused, rather wickedly. I’m not sure I want to write about that in the Reality Play though, she thought, perhaps I could add it to my old journals, and then send Tina a link.

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