I'm getting a name... yes, it is coming... appearing out of the mists from the world beyond... Rooo... Tootie? No, Rudy! Yes, it's definitely Rudy, @Eva Unbeknownst
Oh, wait, no, that's the girl in the next room, yelling at her phone. Again.
I tried banging on the wall, and when that stopped working then I banged on the door. I put in a psychic voice mail to the RA but their memory was full. It's pretty cool having my own single room (because I'm in the clairvoyant startup accelerator program), but that doesn't mean I have to give up my right to peace.
So I took to the access tunnels. You know--the passages between the walls, the old servant paths and dumbwaiters, the psychic Jefferies tubes that underlie everything. Maurice, or whatever that kid's name is across the hall, was totally freaked about me going in there, but they're an arachnophobe. I get along with the spiders just fine.
Then I'm on my hands and knees in the dust and cobwebs and get to a crossroads and run into a gatekeeper--the one who looks like a cartoon moose-man with a sheet over it.
"WHICH WAY WHICH WAY"
"THIS WAY THIS WAY"
I kick out the crawlspace door and there's my neighbor. It's not a pretty sight. She's got herself tied up in a web of nasty ego-projected self-flagellation constraints, with some kind of shadowy subconscious audience hiding behind her.
"Ugh. Really. You could have knocked, you know?"
The twisted equipment from her self-punishment gym fades away, and she stands looking at me.
"Uh... you don't have a date for the Valentine's Dance, by chance, do you? I mean, I'm not asking for me, but for a friend..."
I'm a little concerned that the dance is literally next week and we still don't have a theme.
We all agreed "When the Stars are Right" was a bit heavy handed.
The Fire & Ice theme had potential, but communication with @Frosty Lad
in the Wonderland of Snow dimension is too spotty.
And Taylor's suggestion was definitely too gruesome and rightfully dismissed.
What about a good old fashioned Fairy theme? It's classic! @Riven
could maybe even harvest some of that fungi and string it around the room a bit? Make it authentic!
We don't know who ran the poll on the school's ghost server learning network, but it turns out that our Valentine's Dance Royalty are:
Congratulations you two! You have been honored by the respect of the entire student body to represent us all before the Hungry Valentine's Gods! You'll receive special recognition in the gazebo, including the performance of an original composition of my own.
Of course, we'll need to fill out some compliance requests with @GROTTO G.S.M. INC.
and @Big Jim
, but I'm sure that will all sail through without a hitch. In the meantime, everybody should start thinking about their costumes now, because there's not a lot of fresh green in the woods this time of year. And don't pick the Crawling Ivy!
AS ANNOUNCED BY @Synthia Humanoid
, WE ARE PROUD TO SAY THAT Company Asset AND Personelle ARE VALENTINE'S DANCE ROYALTY!!
WE ARE ECSTATIC THAT OUR LOCAL CORPORATE PROXIES ARE DOING SO WELL FOR THEMSELVES!
HERE IS Company Asset ON THE TERRIFIC NEWS:
I am Company Asset.
Recently, it has been announced that I, Company Asset, and Personelle are the Valentine's Dance Royalty at Psychic High School. Everyone at Psychic High School says they "ship" us. Mrs. Fyun, my favorite teacher at Psychic High School, tells me that to "ship" people together means that you want them to be in a relationship, particularly a romantic one. I do not really want a particulary romantic relationship. I really just want friends. I think everyone at Psychic High School only "ship" Personelle and I because we are both Corporate Proxies.
I hope that being Valentine's Dance Royalty will help me make friends. I have "pity friends" now. They are friends that have because they are friends with Personelle. I was walking with MI and Personelle to one of our classes and I asked about her friends also being my friends. I said, "Personelle, are your friends also my friends?" and she said, "They are not really your friends. They are pity friends," and I said, "Oh, okay,"
I didn't really know what "pity friends" meant so I asked Mrs. Fyun. I said "What are pity friends? I don't really know what that means," and she said, "Oh, they are friends who are only friends because they feel bad for you," and I said, "Oh,".
I think Mrs. Fyun is my friend. I don't really know if Personelle is my friend. MI can't really be my friend, because they are just a entire watermelon on a leash and so they can't really declare their friendship. I know everyone at Psychic High School is my "pity friend".
I think I maybe don't want friends from Psychic High School anymore. I don't know why I am here. I don't know why I was put here in this universe, in this star system, on this planet, in this country, in this city, in this school.
I just wanted to be your friend. Why didn't you want to be mine? Tell me in the comments below, I guess.
Personelle took me with her friends, Tracey, Macey, and Stacey to BIG ANNE'S BOOTY-POPPIN'-LOOKS EMPORIUM: GOWNS, SUITS, AND MORE to find outfits for the Valentine's Dance. We sat in the customs fitting's room. Tracey, Macey and Stacey hovered around Personellle. Their wings flapped in unison.
"Wow, pink makes your eyes just shine!" Squaked Tracey.
"O!M!G! You look soooo good hawt!" Screeched Macey.
"Lol you look good in every dress," Crowed Stacey.
After each compliment Personelle only said, "As long as it will gain me public favor,"
I sat in the corner with Enrique who was fitting me for a suit. I didn't really want a suit. It seemed too restrictive.
"So," Enrique said with a hand on his hip, "What style would you like?"
I took a deep breath and picked up MI. Personelle had stapled the list onto MI.
"It needs to compliment her dress and stand up against hot lights, photography and public scrutiny," I read.
"Hmm, Okay. Anything else?" I placed MI back onto the floor.
"If you could make it in a way that would attract friends, that would be ideal,"
He gave me a quizzical look, "Okay," He scribbled onto a notepad, "It should be ready Tuesday,".
"Okay! Thank you very much," I walked over to Personelle and tried to get her attention, but it was no use.
"Enrique, Could you tell Personelle that I am going back to the Psychic High School?"
"Yeah, Of course,"
"Thank you," Then I walked home in the snow with MI. It was not the most comfortable. Nothing is very comfortable. The more time I spend here the more uncomfortable I get. I am getting more and more uncomfortable the more I am here. Are you uncomfortable? Are you wishing you were comfortable? Tell me.
Hopefully, the Valentine's Dance will be good. Maybe I will find a friend, but somehow
I doubt it.
I do exist, as well,
WOW!! HOW EXCITING! REMEMBER EVERYONE THE VALENTINE'S DANCE IS COMING UP, SO GET ASKING!! WE WILL HAVE AN EXCITING ANNOUNCEMENT AFTER THE VALENTINE'S DANCE SO STAY TUNED FOR THAT AMAZING DEVELOPMENT!!!
GROTTO G.S.M. INC.
WE CAN ALWAYS HEAR, SEE, TASTE, FEEL, AND/OR SMELL YOU™
I have to admit I was uncomfortable when everybody thought it was funny to vote for Company Asset for V-Day royalty. Personelle, sure, she was born for it. But there was something kind of mean behind the poll. Especially since there weren't any other candidates. I mean, what kind of a poll is that?
Company Asset has it hard enough already, with Personelle following him everywhere with her entourage, and he's dragging around that watermelon, and he's naked, in his purple skin, and the film crew following them where ever they go. People laughing. What if YOU had just been born, but fully grown, purple, hairless, complete with language and an encyclopedic knowledge of corporate proxy law but no friends and never even a hug from a parent or guardian, just ejected out into the legal landscape of one of the most forbidding psychic territories on earth--high school?
What if this is all some horrid experiment by @GROTTO G.S.M. INC.
and @Big Jim
to learn how to drive kids crazy? MORE crazy? Where do they get off on creating entities like this and then torturing them?
I wouldn't blame Company Asset if he skipped the Valentine's Dance entirely.
The decorations in the gym are looking great! Trevor has enjoyed having the extra space and has really grown attached to it! Ha ha get it? Sorry Trevor. But it's true. We scraped up every bit of Trevor we could find in the Synthetic Humanoid Club meeting room and transplanted him to the gym and he immediately took over. All his moist green softness really makes it a special place, and gives it an earthy smell and makes it really quiet, because he's covered the ceiling and the walls and the bleachers and the floors. We're thinking everybody's going to need to take their shoes off.
And all the little fungi from @Riven
's fairy ring have taken a liking to Trevor too! There are not only rings but paths and labyrinths and boy I get dizzy just thinking about them, all their blinky blue lights. One way or another they lead you to the gazebo, which I've been trimming Trevor off of to keep clear, because that's where I'll be performing for the Royalty! And is where the DJ will be.
Can't wait to see everybody tomorrow night!