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  • in reply to: Synchronicity #1562
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      I have a pebble synch … a pebble sold on Trade Me NZ for around $27,000. :yahoo_rofl:
      http://www.trademe.co.nz/Antiques-collectables/Other/auction-124098849.htm
      I am thinking of auctioning off the ones from Malvina’s cave now, hope that is okay. I have been examining them and I am sure I can see Jesus on that little one.

      in reply to: Araili’s Historical and Geographical Musings #1848
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        ha cool, I only just saw this. :face-grin:
        When will it be continued? :yahoo_sigh:

        in reply to: Rafaela’s Random Ramblings #1856
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          isn’t it about time for some random ramblings?

          in reply to: Synchronicity #1559
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            huhu cool Tracy! :yahoo_loser:

            in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #393
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              ARONA MEETS THE NANNY

              Dreamily Arona wandered away from the cave, gently holding the sleeping Yikesy close to her heart. Mandrake the cat followed, elegantly attempting to convey the impression he was there by mere chance, and by some stroke of fortune happened to be heading in the same direction.

              Arona had no clear idea where she was going, or what her intentions were even. Still this was nothing new for Arona, who was a bit of an aimless wanderer really herself at heart. She pretended she was looking for magic, but really, she wasn’t so sure anymore what she was looking for.

              Wooha!

              Arona was momentarily rendered speechless by a vison up ahead. The most beautiful creature she had ever seen sat no more than 5 dragon-lengths up ahead.
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              Mandrake, she eventually whispered when she had regained her composure, What is this miracle ahead? Is this some maiden’s dream? A heavenly creature come to earth perhaps?

              A miracle sent by God to save you? suggested Mandrake

              His near naked body a masterpiece of bronzed skin pulled taut over rippling muscles.

              Steady on Arona, said Mandrake

              But you know I am no hapless fool Mandrake, to swoon over a handsome stranger.

              No, indeed. And might I enquire why for art we art speaking so oddly? asked Mandrake

              Buggered if I know, answered Arona

              Despite the bravado she managed to display at times, Arona was very shy, and would never have had the confidence to approach such a godlike creature. However at that moment Yikesy started to cry loudly. The god looked up from his silent reverie and smiled.

              Oh a baby, he said in a deep melodic voice. I love babies. He came bounding athletically over and gazed down at Yikesy. My, that is an endearingly ugly baby.

              This is Arona, stuttered Arona, I mean I am Arona, and this is Yikesy, and this is .. Arona looked blankly at Mandrake

              Mandrake looked unhelpfully back at her, with a rather sarcastic little smile on his face.

              I am delighted to meet you. Vincentius at your service. May I hold Arona for a few moments?

              Oh I am sure that could be arranged, snorted Mandrake.

              Arona glared at Mandrake and decided the time had come to pull herself together. I am so sorry for the misunderstanding, she said charmingly to Vincentius. The baby’s name is Yikesy. And certainly you may hold him for a moment.

              Vincentius held Yikesy in his strong arms as though he had been cradling little babies all his life.

              Look this is probably a silly question but you aren’t after a nanny by any chance? Oh no of course you aren’t, said Vincentius, apologetically, seeing the amazed expression on Arona’s face. I am so sorry, just wishful thinking on my part. Please forget I said anything and forgive me for my impudence.

              Well actually, said Arona, frantically attempting to remain calm, I really have no idea how to look after this baby and I did have a bit of an idea a nanny might be quite useful.

              Well this is a fortuitous meeting indeed then!

              But I can’t afford to pay you, she said sadly, unconsciously fiddling with her hair and fluttering her long thick eyelashes.

              Oh don’t worry about that small detail. I am sure we can come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement, and Vincentius winked at her.

              Arona drew herself up to her full height, firmly took Yikesy back and said; I will have you know if you are going to wink at me this can’t possibly work. I have no idea what a wink means. You will have to speak clearly if you have something to say to me.

              OH bugger bugger bugger! thought Arona. What is it with me and winking. Now I have blown it. BUGGER.

              But Vincentius just laughed good naturedly, and musically too of course. Perhaps we will just play it by ear then shall we? I am delighted to be your new Nanny :yahoo_big_hug:.

              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #391
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                Tina was so happy Becky had sorted her hair problems so creatively. She wondered if she should tell her she had missed a bit at the back of her head. Yes of course she must.

                She also wondered if she should get changed before she met the others. Al had said he liked her new dress and then winked at her. What did that mean? Winks always made her a bit uneasy. They were so ambiguous.

                Oh that’s right, she could configure it anyway she chose she remembered. So she spent a few happy minutes remembering how fantastic she looked, like a supermodel actually.

                She would give the gift voucher to Sam for his birthday now Becky didn’t need it, she decided. No matter his birthday was months ago, she was always late with birthday gifts and preferred to do things on impluse. Not that Sam had any hair issues that she knew of, she just thought he would enjoy meeting Hari. :face-wink:

                She thought how great life was. Really it was all just about having fun. She felt so much easier with the play they were writing too, no longer concerned she could not follow the plots, plots? what a funny word to use, of the others, content just to follow her own unique path.

                in reply to: Synchronicity #1552
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                  okay serious synchs now as you guys have clearly lost the plot. Plot? hmmmm, silly me, I thought there was a plot. :yahoo_oh_go_on:

                  Last night I had a LOVELY dream I gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl and we were so happy and I was so proud of myself. :yahoo_applause: :yahoo_applause: :yahoo_applause: :yahoo_applause: :yahoo_applause: :yahoo_applause:

                  Yesterday, across the road in the park all these cars gathered, funny racing cars, old ones, for some big racing event or other. I was wandering around with a friend, who is more into cars than me, and a bit bored so started thinking of the story. I looked up and on a little yellow car the number plate said “Flynn Hi”. :yahoo_laughing: Of course this must be Tracy I thought because she has said several times now she likes the name Finn, and then she always adds “and the name Flynn”. Then I looked and saw another number plate and it was ‘TTTTTT
                  :face-kiss:

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #376
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                    Tina thought of a great gift for her friend Becky.

                    She purchased her a gift voucher for an hour’s consultation with Hari Amgic. Hari had helped Al considerably when he was facing similar hair loss issues. Mostly Hari worked on identifying core underlying beliefs, particularly in relation to hair follicles, which was his area of speciality. Also a bit of energy work was involved and advanced visualisation skill training, or something. Tina was hazy on the details. Al had explained it of course, at some length. The main thing was though, that his hair looked great now and Tina felt optimistic for Becky.

                    Let’s hope it grows back before Sean gets here thought Tina, chuckling merrily and shaking her fine head of thick glossy curls. It’s 2033, anything is possible!

                    Her advanced psychic skills told her something was up between Sean and Becky, although Becky had not said anything directly to her. Perhaps she was not aware herself yet.

                    She actually had found a message on her phone from Sean the other day, but it was so slurred that she could not make out what he was saying. Probably asking after Becky. How cute!

                    Dear Becky, about time she got herself another lover. She hoped Sean could cook though, not everyone enjoyed Becky’s rather creative, albeit nutritional, culinery offerings.

                    in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #375
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                      Tina politely pointed out, she was only reading the Reality Times, Becky’s news source of choice, and the sentiments and ideas expressed were not necessarily her own. She wondered, gently, why Becky was so defensive when she had only been asking for input.

                      Was it because her hair was falling out?

                      Anyway, even her new haircut could not disguise the big bald patch Becky had created, somehow, thought Tina, compassionately.

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #373
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                        Tina had been wondering if she wanted a child , and was considering the personal and ethical implications of this. There had been much discussion in the Reality Times recently of placing restrictions on the number of children couples could have, in order to counteract the growing population problem. This had been discussed many times over the past years, however the issues involved were becoming more pressing. People may be required to apply, and undergo suitability testing, if they wished to be parents. Areas such as any past criminal history, alcohol dependency issues, etc, may automatically exclude one from eligibility for parenthood. This was being hotly debated again, with many feeling it was violation of their personal freedom.

                        She asked Becky what she thought. Becky was looking in the mirror and pulling faces.

                        Oh doesn’t worry me. Yikes! I don’t want any horrid little rugrats anyway. Give me dogs any day. Do you like my new haircut Tina?

                        in reply to: Talks on the latest Instalments #1450
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                          That Finn, she is so endearingly inquisitive :yahoo_liar:

                          in reply to: Synchronicity #1541
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                            I bought a book because the author’s name is Yann. As well as a Yann synch, I also think this is a book synch, and it is a sign that the story will become a book and will sell well.
                            :face-plain:

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

                            in reply to: Synchronicity #1540
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                              Today as I walked into a waiting room, a piece of music which has special significance started playing. Someone else walked in behind me and the receptionist called out “hello Finn”.

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

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

                              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #363

                              Arona was surprised that Sanso wanted the baby and she was not sure what to do. She felt the baby had been entrusted to her, and felt quite caring towards it. Sanso grabbed it from her, and she could see that he really wanted it.

                              She would need to feel her way through this. Yikesy started crying.

                              Mandrake looked at her and rolled his eyes. Do you want the baby or not, Arona? he asked her

                              Suddenly she felt clear. Yes I do she said, smiling. And she thanked Sanso graciously, for his kind offer, and he willingly handed Yikesy back to her, realising that having a baby was probably not suited to his lifestyle.

                              In fact Sanso was relieved. The cute little blue eyes had started looking quite rat like when Yikesy started crying.

                              So it was all perfect.

                              In fact it was all hunky dory.:yahoo_sick:

                              and off they went.

                              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #361
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                                Chiara and Roselyn were back, back to wherever it was they started from, before they started their little adventure to the island.

                                (Where was it again? and was it a dream or did it really happen?) :yahoo_idk:

                                Anyway, notwithstandingly, it was an interesting diversion and both were enriched by their experience.:yahoo_rose: :yahoo_rose:

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #340
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                                  hmmmm, said Arona, this is rather a predicament.

                                  I am going to have to face this head on, she said to the others in her usual practical manner. Okay I can’t look after this baby in the cave, I had better pop out for a bit and see if I can bump into a spare nanny somewhere. Then the nanny can look after the baby while I continue my explorations

                                  Arona looked down at the wee baby face though, and it was so very endearingly ugly, that she wondered if she would be able to leave little Yikesy with a nanny. She hugged Yikesy to her lovingly.

                                  I will just have to play it by ear, she thought, although she knew the answer already.

                                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #338
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                                    Funny, Finn replied to a text from a friend.

                                    When she looked at her phone though, she saw it did not say “funny” at all, instead it read the word finn

                                    weirdo she thought :yahoo_surprise:

                                    in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #356

                                    Oh said Arona. All of a sudden she knew she had to be somewhere. She handed the sabulmantium to Sanso.

                                    She walked, and then she stopped and she waited.

                                    She did not have to wait long before they appeared. A stocky dwarf, whose presence, despite his small stature, immediately inspired respect. He was accompanied by a young woman, tall and graceful, with shiny golden hair. She was very pretty, but it was the peaceful expression on her face which really caught Arona’s attention. The woman was cradling an infant in her arms.

                                    Palani, the dwarf, smiled at Arona and held out some food for her. Some aromatic orange fruit she had never seen before, however she was so hungry by now she devoured it greedily.

                                    Your magic is powerful, said Palani. Arona wanted to deny it, but found she couldn’t. So she just nodded.

                                    The woman smiled. Here she said, holding the infant out to Arona. This is for you.

                                    Caught off guard Arona took the baby.

                                    I really am having the strangest time, she thought. She had no idea what to do with the baby, or why she was the one to look after it. But she held it carefully.

                                    Wait! she shouted urgently, as they walked away

                                    Why have you given me this baby. I can’t look after it. Are you coming back? At least tell me what is the baby’s name?

                                    They didn’t answer.

                                    Yikes said Arona.

                                    in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #351
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                                      Tina had a wonderful night of dreams. In fact it was the first time in ages that her dreams had been happy. Usually in her dreams she did not feel any emotion much.

                                      The phone rang. It was Becky, although for a moment she thought it was her friend Docky, their voices sounded so similar.

                                      I am fine she told Becky, I am so sorry to hear Sam is sick, give him my love when you see him

                                      Tina chuckled to herself, remembering how last time she was sick Becky had bought over this big pot of nettle soup for her…

                                      Really though, she was so grateful for her friends. Al seemed a bit worried about her at the moment, but then he was such a worry wort, she thought fondly.

                                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #336

                                      Hi Torsten, said Tina, giving her old friend a hug. Thanks for calling and saying you had some time to chat, hope I didn’t sound odd when I answered the phone, Becky was there, and I didn’t want to tell her. I am trying to pretend I am normal you see, she laughed wryly.

                                      I really need someone who isn’t involved with the play to talk to though, I feel like I am going a bit weirdo, bottling everything up. And it is affecting the play and my relationship with the others.

                                      I can’t find my place in the play the others are writing. See it is the play “the others are writing”. I feel as though I am drifting through it, trying to find my way amidst the structure, if you can call it structure, they give it. And that is the way I am feeling about life, I can’t find my place in it

                                      At the moment I claim to believe in magic, and that I create my own reality, but I certainly don’t feel it the last few days. She thought for a moment. Well other days recently have been golden, it is all magic. I find it everywhere. Yes, I have had days like that, but the last week or so I can’t find it.

                                      What changed?

                                      I felt as though I couldn’t create what I wanted to.

                                      What if you could?

                                      All of it? It would be a miracle though. My rational mind tells me it is not possible. And in that lies the source of this pain.

                                      So you don’t believe what you claim to believe

                                      Tina thought for a moment. I keep feeling the eyes of that Blue Mule character I told you we created on me. That’s not his name, but I keep getting stuck on the spelling . Well actually I didn’t create him. The others keep creating new characters, every time someone does a typo, it is “hey! new character!” Anyway this was ages ago. And in the play there was a picture that one of the characters, Quintin, did, and whenever I say “I can’t”, then I feel these eyes of Blue Mule challenging me, and it’s like he’s saying, “ well what DO you believe then?” and it is like a real challenge in these eyes.

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