A Garden Tour
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Dahlia Makes Tea - 5/4/2018 8:29amThis is so awesome!! The love and gratitude is literally pouring out of me. What an amazing trip. Highly recommend! Five stars.
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Big Jim - 4/30/2018 9:26pmGARDEN TOURS REOPENED!
I am pleased to announce that Garden Tours are running once again in the gardens of lower campus. While there are certain new travel restrictions for visitors within Fairyland itself, the Good and Fair People are happy to give you a glimpse "behind the curtain" of how spring is made.
This experience is both fun and educational, and we suggest that all students take the tour and allow the Good People to see you and take measurements. Extra-credit available! Apply in the office.
Sincerely
Big Jim
Student Activities Coordinator
Class of '99
Agatha Crispie - 4/29/2018 1:34pmAfter a long ride in a fae-powered van with black tinted windows, I arrived at the stage door where I had first entered fairy land. I was ushered through the curtains by a pair of burly gnomes and found myself once again in the gardens of Psyhigh. "And don't come back!" one grumped at me before returning through the tunnel.
What happened? What about @
Dahlia Makes Tea? Isn't she coming back? I have so many unanswered questions. And so much homework to make up. Finals are coming, and I don't want to be stuck here over the summer. But it's disturbing. I guess I'll just need to hit the books and assume everything works out for the best.
Melon Seawater - 4/26/2018 8:58amI found the document that @
Big Jim wanted. It was deep in the folios—the big leather-bound books filled with spidery text and illuminated manuscripts. Lots of dust and the bookmites bite your wrists and get in your pantlegs.
Under the section defining Breach of Contract it reads “Upon whiche tyme in thee Anthropocene Epoch, as foreseen by ye scryers of the Goode and Faire Peoples, that thee Springtide fails, due to thee upsetting disturbances of Man, an alternyte source of thee Energie of Lyfe shall be taken from thee Worlde of Man to power thee Vernal Engynes, and taken every yeare, until sayd balance be restored.”
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Big Jim didn’t look too thrilled, but it seemed to be what he was looking for. He mumbled some kind of thanks (I think) and took the folio with him.
Agatha Crispie - 4/24/2018 8:53am“THE SPRING MUST FLOW!” screeches an especially gnarly banshee before the judge.
“Yes, Tiffany,” says the judge, a wizened old fairy sitting at the bench. “And, by the terms of our agreement with the World of Men, the Spring is flowing. The tribute has been taken and the Spring is flowing from her. The contract has been satisfied.”
“HISSSSSSSSSSSS” the banshee hisses. “THEY HAVE UPSET THE BALANCE. IF THE SPRING WERE FLOWING NATURALLY, THERE WOULD BE NO NEED FOR THIS ARTIFICIAL SOURCE. WHAT ABOUT NEXT YEAR? OR THE NEXT? WE MUST BUILD A RESERVE! WHY NOT KEEP THIS ONE? THE BALANCE HAS BEEN LOST! WE MUST BE PREPARED!”
The judge looks down at her notes and sighs. “Our agreement clearly states we are entitled to one (1) and only one energy substitute per year. As we’ve never needed to claim this right before, it is already likely to be contested. However, as we are clearly in our rights, we will take the one we have and return this one. That is the law.”
“&#%@£ HUMANS! THEY HAVE CREATED THIS PROBLEM AND WILL PAY!!”
“We will cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, the agreement has been filled. Next case!” She slams down her gavel.
Tiffany snarls at me as I’m led out of the courtroom and back to my cell.
Melon Seawater - 4/19/2018 8:37amI don’t know why Psyhigh isn’t computerized more. The main office is full of computers, but the basement is full of paper files. Miles and miles of filing cabinets, dating back to god knows when. My work-study job is mucking around in here, pulling requests from upstairs.
Today, @
Big Jim has me looking for all our contracts with the Fair Folk, going back to the earliest I can find. Something to do with the labor dispute in the garden. Pretty dusty, and it takes hours and hours. The upside lately is it keeps me out of all the Doll Flu trouble. Those dolls give me the creeps.
Agatha Crispie - 4/18/2018 8:57amI’ve been giving the same story over and over again to different interrogators, my arms bound by vines to the table in this tiny room. There’s been an elf, a brownie, a gnome, a dwarf, and some other creatures I can’t place. It’s like every race in fairyland wants a piece of me.
They’re definitely playing some amount of good fairy/bad fairy with me. Some are aggressive and hostile, banging at the table and getting in my face; others are kindly and loosen my restraints while they’re with me. “Just tell us why you’re here, dearie,” and “Who sent you child? Just tell us and we’ll let you on your way.”
None of them believe my story, that @
Dahlia Makes Tea is my friend and roommate, and I came here on my own to find her, and doesn’t fairy law say I get some kind of fairy lawyer, or at least a phone call? “You’re lucky we don’t just tie you to a chair and watch you sink!” says an especially surly lady elf.
The good ones are bringing me food—heaps of sweet rolls and donuts on silver plates—but if there’s one thing they tell you in Goodpeople 101 it’s not to eat the food in fairyland or it can really complicate things. But it’s getting harder and harder to resist, and between the hunger and the sleep deprivation I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Agatha Crispie - 4/14/2018 2:52pmI don't think it would be safe to move @
Dahlia Makes Tea in her present condition. And her enormous size would be an issue too. How did she get so big?
She's stretched out on the floor of this massive warehouse, flat on her back on the concrete floor, and she's at least 50 yards long. Which means her head alone is 20 feet tall, and wouldn't even fit the front door of our dormitory. What happened to her?
And worse--all the tubes. I was following the Color Canals, looking for the source of the rainbow streams and reservoirs, but I didn't expect it to be my roommate's body! There's one spewing violet at from the top of her head, indigo from her forehead, blue from her neck, green coming out of her chest, yellow, orange, and red down the rest of her body.
This is DEFINITELY outside of the arrangement the school has with the Goodpeople I'm sure. And I have a scary feeling I wasn't supposed to see this.
OMG someone's coming
Agatha Crispie - 4/9/2018 9:05amMy eyes are going googlie from the technicolor wonder of the land of the Goodpeople. The Color Canals cover the plain—streams of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet starting to converge like a rainbow highway. I’ve been making my way along the access roads, climbing over couplings and control valves at the pump stations that dot the way. I met a dwarf ditch rider checking the pressure on the pipes and received a brusque rebuke, chattering at me in his fairy patois. He made a call on his walkie talkie, but let me continue on my way.
The land is flat, the sky is blue, and the puffy clouds ridiculously happy,
but I see a dark structure looming in the distance. Could it be the source of these prismatic drainage ditches? It’s the only clue I have, and hope it can shed some light on the fate of my missing roommate, @
Dahlia Makes Tea.
Agatha Crispie - 4/6/2018 9:18amBeyond the hustle and bustle of the garden staging area, the land of the Goodpeople goes on and on. The canals of rainbow colors meander through pleasant rolling hills of goat-cut grass, and the fairy folk busy themselves carting raw materials in wheelbarrows and fae-powered vans. There are buildings made of sweets and meat, rings of mushrooms singing encouraging work songs, and a blue sky filled with puffy clouds and an ethereal light.
None of the denizens of of this country will give me the time of day, however. I want to ask about the whereabouts of @
Dahlia Makes Tea, but either everyone is too busy or under the constraints of enchanted legal advice to talk to me. Aside from people of the little gnomish type that led me here, there are pixies, nymphs, and leprechauns of all shapes and sizes. There’s even a mass transit system of subways and tubes, built for creatures of various sizes, but they’re all too small for me. They range from tiny pipes for the tiniest sprites to culvert-sized tubes with trains for elves. It’s like a sorting system where you have to be the right size to move to the right place, but there are none that are built for me. I’ll just keep walking along the canals and see where it takes me.
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