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Synthia Humanoid 2/28/2019 5:59pm
Wow. Who knew throwing a dance was such hard work?
Well, naturally, I did, because I've organized lots of dances. And ukulele performances. But I never got rolled up in a trans-dimensional Chia Pet before. Especially one made for a fairy colony.
See, it's like this: Those fairy rings you see are portals, right? Temperamental portals to be sure, but we all know they are doorways infused with the power of the fay, blah blah blah, etc.
Well.. the fact that Trevor's entire cellular structure is infused with his intelligence meant those fairy spores could really take it to the "next level." Which is part of their spore programming.
So what it did was create kind of a "Elfland Kingdom Kit," that started to building a new kingdom right there in the woods, using Trevor like a great big egg.
And it tried using everything INSIDE Trevor too. Like yours truly. And the gazebo. And the DJ and everybody at the dance. And of course the Royalty.
When it was ready to pop, it popped! And spat all of us out, thank the synthetic goddess. Well, all of us except @Personelle
. Something about @Personelle
was special -- god don't we all know that ;) -- and they made her their queen. Or something.
I'm just glad to be out of that big stuffy moss ball and back on campus!
Overall, the entire experience made me take into account what's REALLY important. I mean, dances are fun, but shouldn't we teens be all about changing the world? For the better?
So I'm thinking about starting a new club. A club about building a better future today.
Sign up for Psychic Ecology Club today!
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Big Jim 2/26/2019 9:19am
PSYCHIC VALENTINE’S DANCE — THE EXPLOSIVE CONCLUSION?
As you are no doubt aware, the Very Large Seed Pod (VLSP) formerly known as Trevor ruptured in the woods today at 7:43 AM local time. The concussive blasts rattled the south facing windows of the buildings nearest the woods but created no further damage.
Students that had gone missing during the dance have also been recovered with only very minor injuries, after being expelled from Trevor's interior and tossed like rag dolls in the ensuing explosion. According to eye witness reports they “floated through the air like dandelion seeds” though this has not been confirmed.
The only students still missing are the Psychic Valentine’s Royalty, Company Asset and @Personelle
. When asked about their whereabouts, members of the Psychic Valentine's Dance Committee could only say “SHE IS THE QUEEN OF BLINDING LIGHT!" and "ALL HAIL HER HOLY CHLOROPHYLL!"
Company Asset remains unaccounted for.
For the time being, the Very Large Clearing (VLC) in the woods created by the explosion will remain off limits to the student body. Representatives of the Fairy Kingdom have already submitted paperwork requesting that the area become a protected refuge for the Fair Folk, and the administration is considering their request.
Great dance everybody!
Student Activities Coordinator
Class of '99
Personelle 2/24/2019 1:37pm
Letter found in a silver envelope, sitting on the Great Green Chair in the sanctum sanctorum — the innermost chamber of this mossy maze.
In this review, we light the light that beats from Fairyland, and give a brief overview of that which faintly illumines the dusk between the shape transformation mechanisms of these two sunsets (early stars) and this plant’s structures. This recent review shall guide you till you come to progress in the fabrication of structures through creating intrinsic curvatures in the ancient custom, and do what 2D rod-like or ribbon-like precursors do.
Our people in their parliament say intrinsic curvature results from the differential. It may be some spirit of response to a variety of functional material stimuli, or external wisdom they have not yet known.
And by the old chiral opening the Bauhinia Lord said:
“Go then hydrogels, liquid over them! Only the Dark Variegata’s seed pod and the coiling of Ones That Show Not Their Faces in a Plant’s Tendril, researchers have made significant all that this will bring: breakthroughs in synthesizing the state-of-the-art 3D helical. But we, who see not, follow their dewy fields and show excellent performance in elastic springs’ long, dark moving shadows of the propulsion generation in low-Reynolds-number gods. So they stayed hidden in their environment, a general principle to produce crowds of pale pink anemones, and a helical structure with programmable geometry thence blessed @Personelle
The gods had sent engineered systems across multiple lengths, their shadows to her christening, and scales.
"My people demand, regardless of scales, still the magic lord to rule.” he said.
She was a princess of the Helical Structures and ubiquitous in natural magic line.
Then he unbuckled the stimuli-responsive materials involved, and, providing a strap and a girdle of this survey on important recent advances in leather, gave his huge sword along with our perspectives.
"This then to solicit new inspirations and insights of crystal elastomers, and shape with your face turned towards the memory polymers,” he said.
“Sitteth upon this throne, this Great Green Chair, and be our goddess, @Personelle
Shane McShane 2/23/2019 12:45pm
Sentient Bio-hazard Cleanup Division
Montgomery Research Hospital
Well we tracked Trevor into the woods--our mutated bio-hounds had no problem following his spore. Turns out there's a lot of fairy dust in is trail too and it had the hounds sneezing and changing color the whole way.
Trevor's held up in a copse with no retreat, and, after conferring with HQ, looks like we've got to incinerate. We're waiting on the thermite and the the FLASH launchers while we keep tabs on ol' Trevor.
Don't forget we've got original Trevor back at the hospital, safe and sound in his room, held in shape by the chickenwire suit. Consider this big green ball of moss with legs just like Trevor's hair or fingernails. If he had hair or fingernails. And hair and fingernails had their own sense of individuality and feelings. Or said they did, at least.
The team's real happy though. We prefer a real hunt!
Olsen Twin 3 2/22/2019 4:57pm
what happened to all the students who were at the valentine's dance? i was outside with @Nevada Turquoise
chewin' rabbit tabaccy when the lights went out so what happened to @Synthia Humanoid
and @Eva Unbeknownst
and the rest of the committee and all the other kids and most importantly what about @Personelle
? can't you like i dunno discern their fates or something?
Eva Unbeknownst 2/21/2019 7:55am
That you are reading this message means you have recovered the seedpod I am entrusting our story to. After writing as much as possible on it I will bury it deep into the walls that encase us and trust that nature will take its course!
After a long and confusing period that none of us seem to remember clearly, we found ourselves in comfortable accommodations. Small rooms with bunks, every surface spongy with moss. Our cells are arranged in clusters, but when I heard the distant, muffled plunk of @Synthia Humanoid
's ukulele, we tore through the mossy wall and found her cluster. And then another. And another.
We continue to explore the area, a great green cavern, lit by trails of tiny blue lights, filling the space like a fay moonlight. Is there a bridge? A brain? We will seek upward, pulling ourselves from ledge to ledge by great green handfuls. What new world awaits us?
Big Jim 2/20/2019 8:30pm
VALENTINE’S DANCE KNEE-CAP
The administration would like to apologize to the students who were rousted, jostled, stampeded, and otherwise trampled by Trevor this afternoon as he made his way to the forest. Apparently the highly-trained cleanup crew from the Montgomery Research Hospital on the hill did not anticipate Trevor growing legs. After the south wall of the gym was demolished, Trevor sprouted limbs and scrambled for the wood.
As for the missing students, it is clear to the administration that they must still be within Trevor, irrespective of the readings taken by the Montgomery Research Hospital cleanup crew. At the very least, it was in and around the gazebo that the missing students were last seen. The administration strongly opposes the use of incendiary weapons to neutralize Trevor.
A big shout-out again to the Psychic Valentine's Committee for such a terrific party! The Dean looks forward to meeting with them in his office as soon as they are found.
Student Activities Coordinator
Class of '99
Shane McShane 2/19/2019 6:17pm
Montgomery Research Hospital
Sentient Bio-hazard Cleanup Division
I’m Shane McShane, and I’ve got a cane, and I’ll hit you kids with it if you get in my way!
You’ll find us at the gym for the next few days, in our white suits, extracting Trevor. You really shouldn’t let things like him run wild like that. Or let it get infested with FRFs like that (Fairy Ring Fungus). That adds a whole new dimension to things, if you get my drift.
Trevor has wound himself into a big ball there in the center of the gym. We figure he’s rolled up the gazebo and the PA system and anything else you had in there. So we’ll need to take out the south wall of the gym to get him loaded up onto the flatbed.
As for the missing students, well, I don’t know what to tell ya. We’re not getting any human or quasi-humanoid life readings inside of Trevor except Trevor himself. But we’ll let you know if we find a shoe or something.
There’s a reason we keep the residents of the Montgomery Research Hospital locked up and that’s because they’re dangerous. And because they haven’t paid their bills. Most insurance doesn’t cover this level of mutation and really it’s in their best interest. And yours. Usually when something gets out of there’s a lot more general terror and danger and we’ve got to set up traps which are equally dangerous to both the escapee and locals. Trevor is an easy one. You kids got it easy!
Just STAY AWAY and we'll get this job done in no time.
GROTTO G.S.M. INC. 2/18/2019 1:42am
WE KNOW IT IS LATE, BUT Company Asset HAS URGED US TO POST THIS:
Personelle has been acting different since the Valentine's Dance.
She has started a journal: @Personelle
She has been pacing the floor of our sleeping chamber murmuring to herself. I sat up on my bunk and called out her name, Personelle. "Personelle?" I said and she said, "Company Asset," and I said, "It is late at night. Wouldn't you like to sleep?". She stared at me for moment. Moonlight fell through our small window and onto her face.
Her eyes were bloodshot and her look intense.
"The world has cascaded like a brook babbling over soft, submissive stones for far too long. Elfland trails our very conscience, yet here we are pretending we should believe in these paper chains that hold us to our unleashed positions. If I wan't made to rule, then why was I born in this form? Tell me, Company Asset, Tell me,"
She took a step closer to my bunk deepening the shadows around her eyes. She cocked her head to the side and a hollow laugh left her lips.
"Why do you want this people to love you? You attended what they call the Valentine's Dance and you saw what happened. While you cowered, I rose up. I was chosen, Company Asset,"
I gripped onto the canvas of the bunk. She laughed again.
"You were there, Company Asset. Do you see how easily they turn away from the truth?" Her smile widened, "They explain every little thing away to absolve themselves of guilt. Why would you ever want them to love you?"
"I like friends," I cautiously began, "I want to be friends with people,"
"Then why don't you have any?" She yelled her arms waving about, "Why do you think they gawk at you, Company Asset! The only thing these people are worth is for power and you will only be as deluded as them until you accept that,"
She stepped back away from me, "Everything is only coming together. They can't stop it, You can't stop it, The 'We' can't stop it,"
She raised her arms above her head, "They will worship me until their dying day and I bet I will still find you in this exact place,".
She silenced and slowly relaxed. The light from the window still illuminating her face.
She turned her head to the side again.
"Go to sleep, Company Asset," Personelle walked to the sealed door of our sleeping chamber and typed in the code neither of us were supposed to know.
The door swung open and the fluorescent lights of the hallway poured into our sleeping chamber.
"I've got work to do,"
WE DO NOT KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS OCCURRING WITH OUT LOVABLE CORPORATE PROXIES, BUT WE ADVISE ALL STUDENTS TO STAY INDOORS. THE GGSMSSSAEAPC SAFETY TEAM LED BY @Anita Hairtie
WILL BE LOCATING AND SECURING Personelle TO MAKE SURE SHE IS SAFE AND SOUND.
BE ON THE LOOK OUT AND STAY CALM. Personelle IS LIKELY NO PROBLEM, BUT WE CARE GREATLY ABOUT THE CONCERNS OF Company Asset AND OTHER STUDENTS ALIKE. IN THE MOST LIKELY SITUATION, Personelle HAS SIMPLY LEARNED ABOUT SIMILES AND METAPHORS AND FOREBODING OMENS AND CURSES AND ALLEGORIES, WHICH WOULD EASILY EXPLAIN HER BEHAVIOR.
GROTTO G.S.M. INC.
WE CAN ALWAYS HEAR, SEE, TASTE, FEEL, AND/OR SMELL YOU™
Personelle 2/17/2019 8:27pm
My name, where some great fish dreams, is what do you care.
My home and green weeds dream, and heavy is anywhere.
People say I’m awful colours dream, and light sleeps; the dumb.
So I thought great fish stirs, the colours shift I’d come.
See what I mean and change, the green weeds tremble, an abstract legal entity laid its calm upon Elfland and live off the page? I need held back time, trouble the calm to find Company Asset. He's either awhile, and time for awhile shook an imploded mess, or ruling the Elfland.
Cast anything into a deep school, where I'm just a pool from a land strange to know they see lawns as intense when first in yours, so it's got created by incantation or song.
Yet everybody on edge. Because we're only the energies of the wizard's part ways in our bodies, which mind arose to meet anew is fine, but then that power can question making movement or change or a new you take weird tests.
And then the thing, but has its ecstasy in through another round of the perpetual contemplation of all the squeezy tunnels twirly turnarounds. Everybody's got beauty that has ever been, and the twerds--you can see in which it always glows over those enchanted faces--and front you pass.
Now it is thus with you, and then big staging time in Elfland: in the eternal centers full of old grandmas sitting beauty that dreams honied at card tables, asking you questions, air nothing stirs or fades or taking inventory of everything.
This place is really irritating. Everything's passed at all in Elfland. Yet a long dark tunnel you've got the happening of events in is to squeeze yourself through, with itself a manifestation of time, and the line of people behind you and no event can occur unless time a line of people and soon the whole pool is still again. It was the same when Alveric passed through the border of twilight and right through the enchanted wood, and the King was troubled and moved, and all Elfland trembled.
What I am.
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