This online daydream started with a comment by oxlin:
Bah. I’m sick of society. I want to go live in a shack somewhere with Teal and not pollute and eat mushrooms and herbs we gather and carrots we grow and draw and write and be happy.
For the benefit of those who weren’t around then, here is the conversation that followed, leading to the creation of the original thread:
69. Rebecca Lasley (Administrator) | August 8th, 2008 at 11:26 pm
(68) I know the feeling. My shack is further up the road, though far enough away that I won’t intrude on you and Teal. Some nice lettuces are coming in, and the rosemary is amazing.
70. oxlin | August 9th, 2008 at 12:16 pm
69- ooh, all of us could visit each other and share recipes and crops! Green and Purple (Teal’s sister) could visit too and live in some part of the area.
71. Rebecca Lasley (Administrator) | August 9th, 2008 at 1:01 pm
(70) Yes! A community of recluses! …with perhaps occasional bus excursions to the outside world for important things like contradances and musicals.
72. MissSwann | August 9th, 2008 at 1:20 pm
Perhaps all of us Musers should just form a society far, far away from civilization. We all get along fairly well, so there would be no fighting. And a troop of us could stalk cautiously into civilization once a week to sell food from our gardens, and we could donate the excess money to charities… This sounds like great fun! And I could run my cat shelter within the community!
75. Purple Panda | August 9th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Ooh, sign me up!
And we should have a brick wall of some sort in the area, so the Big Bad Wolf doesn’t blow away everyone’s houses.
76. Midnight Fiddler | August 9th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
72~ Away from civilization?? Maybe we could create some civilization, it sure would beat what most of us are living in and around now……
Remember this is a daydream, an idyll by design. Here you can imagine your perfect refuge. Although role-playing is permitted, it is certainly not required, and should in any case remain within the spirit of the thread.
Continued from Part 2.
“GOOOOOD MORNING, WORLD!! I never thought I’d see the day, when I would face the world and say, ‘Good morning! Look at the sun!'”
I skipped through my morning routine.
“CAUSE I’VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKEEEET!” I sang, bursting out my front door. “I’VE GOT A GOLDEN CAHNCE TO MAKE MY WAAAAY! AND WITH A GOLDEN TICKET IT’S A GOOOLDENNN DAAAAAY!!!!”
I heard a grumbling from a neighbor’s garden. It was [fill in the blank- first come, first served], yanking some weeds out. “High notes aren’t the best this early, Zinc.”
I scrambled over the fence, and started to help en. “Well, if I can manage it, so can you.”
“Yeah, but you’re a THEATER person. I can barely understand you, the speed at which you talk.”
I grin from the next treehouse over. “Cheer up.” I laugh and start singing as well, in harmony with Zinc.
I climb on top of my roof, and harmonize with f+h and Zinc.
Hearing the rooftop chorus, I roll out of bed, put on a Kokopelli T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and climb up the secret ladder to my own roof. Emerging into the sun, I sing along with Zinc, f + h, and Enceladus.
I hear the singing, dust off my alarm clock and wake up. The morning is bright and sunny. A chorus of voices is singing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
” The sun will come out tomorrow, you know,” I joke sarcastically, but I climb out my window anyway, climb my rose trellis to the roof, and join the outbreak, despite wearing only fluffy pajamas.
“Anyone want to come over and have chocolate chip pancakes?” I offer.
Enjoying the view of our local pond from my bedroom window, I hear Zinc, Fire and Hemlock, Enceladus, and Rainbowstar singing and dash up to my own roof. Not knowing the words to the song, I instead do a happy hop-skip dance. I smell chocolate pancakes over at agrrrfishi’s house. “Yum!” I run down the creaky stairs of francis manor and out into the yard. My shoes are now muddy thanks to last night’s rain. It’s a great morning! Birds are singing and the wind pushes the treetops around. The air has that classic reclusive gardens smell.
I break in the middle of ‘Chew It’ and exclaim, “Ooh! Ooh! Meh! I wants to come! I loves chocolate chip pancakes. They’re so creeeaamy and goood… so teeender and juuuuicy… But the blueberry ice cream! I bet it’s to DIE! That’s what I’m worried about: the DYE!” I roll off the grass hill that is mr rooftop, most of my home being underground, with the studio taking up most of the top. “Yo Violet, you’re so busted!
That gum is gonna do it!
Her candy fame gone down the drain!
I asked her not to chew it!
Too late Willy, nothing to it, cause all I have to do is do it. There is no need to poo-poo it, cause I just know how to chew it!
Violet, it’s so bad for you!
Yo Violet, dude, you’re turnin blue!
Violet what chya gonna do, just stand there singing “am I blue?”
Yes she’s turning blue it’s true oh Violet you are now bright blue!
That rotten lousy gum I knew it blueberry blue and fat as suet!!”
I burst through Aggie’s door.
“I guess I blew iiiit! Blew iiit! BLEW IIIIT! BLEW IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” The “it” is ending with a shrill shriek, and I make a popping sound.
Rubbing my hands together, I look around. “Where are the pancakes? I thought you said you had pancakes.”
“Pancakes! I love pancakes!” I run over to aggrifish’s house, jumping from my roof and flipping right side up again (I’ll explain later) and landing through an (open) window.
My house orbits our little planet of MuseBloggers. The roof points toward the ground.
“YES I DO!” I cheer. Seeing people come in, I welcome them to my table, and give them each a seat. I flip five pancakes off of the pan onto each plate. they’re pretty huge. I then lay out the syrup and blueberries and whipped cream. “There’s enough for everyone!” There is also orange juice and bacon. And vegetarian bacon for those who don’t like eating pigs.
My dog Skipper come in, wagging his tail. I give him some bacon, too.
Hmmmmm…This looks rather interesting. How do I, uh, join (if that’s the way to put it)? Do I have to describe my house/refuge?
That’s the usual way to start here.
Okay, cool!
My house is a smallish two-story cabin on the side of a grassy, flowery hill. I grow my own fruits and vegetables and herbs and get my own water from a pretty little stream near my house (I’m independent!) I own chickens, not to eat, but because I like chickens. Beautiful roses climb up the slats of the simple wooden fence, and cherry-blossom trees grow in the yard.
That’s all I’ve got so far.
O! How wonderful it would be to live in a house that doth float far above the problems of humans, and spendeth my days eating mangoes and reading… In fact, I think I shall! And ho! to make my house even more wonderful I shall add a secret chamber, where I writeth my fantastical stories of mystery and adventure. And now I shall stoppeth talking similar to Shakespeare, and actually eat some pancakes:) Plain with chocolate chips, please. And ship them to North Hianen, Sparken,Planet Astrexia, the Andromeda galaxy. Thank you. Actually, to make things simpler, I will come get them myself.
Hm, I should describe my garden. I grow garlic, and onions, and cabbage, and chard, and rasberries, and camas, and mustard, and squash, and bay. (I’m independant, also, but right now I don’t have that great a water source- can I share your stream, Silver Lining?)There’s also a hill nearby where everybody can go to pick huckleberries and salalberries and oregon grape. Its rocky, and you can find little peices of fool’s gold and milk quartz and other sparkly stuff.
Before digging into my awesome breakfast, I unload a package of berry cakes onto the table. After eating my pankake, I’m pretty full, but I still want to try a berry-whipped cream-pankake sammich. Oh well, I can just share it with someone else if I need to.
((A quick recap of what my house looks like:
I live in a small condo-like house filled with comfy, lumpy furniture, fluffy curtains, and a large porch for writing that leads onto a small secluded beach that I can walk to right from my house. The house itself is blue and has two levels, the second floor of which has a shaded balcony where I eat meals and listen to the sound of the water. I also have a spacious kitchen with wide-open windows and a hand-carved dining table, because I love to cook, and then to eat what I cook. I’m surrounded by trees and the sunshine filters through them like melting butter. The sound of waves rock me to sleep every night.
I have a garden full of fresh vegetables, and a tiny orchard for growing fruit. All of my meals are entirely home grown so I don’t have to take time out of my day to go grocery store shopping. I adore walking on the beach and feeling completely at peace with the world as the soft waves curl gently around my feet. The water is never cold and free of litter from inconsiderate folks from the outside world, so I can swim and be happy whenever I please.
I have a flower bed filled with sunflowers and peonies and marigolds and all types of beautiful flowers, including five types of lilies. I usually take walks in my garden, and sometimes even sit there to read books and drink ice tea with a lemon wedge. I don’t even have to wear shoes, because nobody cares what you look like and the roads are all soft with not a lot of annoying sharp rocks to poke you and make your feet sore. It is truly paradise.))
“Ooh, pancakes!” I shout, jumping off the roof of my treehouse despite everyone else’s protests of “That’s dangerous, Fireh!” I laugh. “Yeah? And?”
I give my treehouse a fond look-over. The main part is in the branches, though there is a dance and music studio at the base of the tree. Of course, the colour theme for everything is blue. I grin as I sing along with the others, and smile. Even though I’m soo stressed out, I’ve gotta remember that I do have some good friends, huh? I think happily.
((I’ve been stressed out lately. Wordcounts. Having The Dream again. GRAAH.))
OMG! I haven’t been on here in forever! I remember my loverly treehouse with a garden, bussing bees, and an obnoxious goat!
*tends happy bees*
I didn’t think he was obnoxious! *pets the goat’s head and feeds him some grains and a tomato from my garden*
After finishing my pancakes, I make an announcement. “Fellow Musers! Did you ever realizy that the word ‘pancake’ has ‘cake’ in it? And have you seen the Soul Candy that Robert Coontz got? It has an HPB on it! Contrary to popular belief, the bunnies did not make it. Its name is Chappy. It comes from Bleach World. Which is somewhere in Japan. And Ichigo Kurosaki sent him. I think Ichigo should have bleached it a different color. Goodbye. Thank you.” And with that I take a rocket to Bleach world, have a nice chat with the captains, and make the exciting discovery that I can visit fictional places. Yay! I visit the worlds of Pokemon, Warriors, Harry Potter, and just to be certain that James knows me, I go back to Pokemon world and by a Team Rocket uniform as a souvenier. Then I go to all the worlds previously mentioned and get an Invisibility Cloak, herbs, and some of those “reviving pills” with skulls on them. I think I’ll try them on my little sister…. he he…. no, not really. Maybe.
I’m confused. But I think I might know your alter ego now…
((Of course you may share my stream, TesseraRose!
We are currently learning about utopias in school (we’re about to start reading The Giver), and I immediately thought of this thread.))
I quickly stumble into agrrrfishi’s lovely home and apologize for being late. “May I have some of those pancakes, though?” I ask. Agrrrfishi hands me a plate of two chocolate chip pancakes oozing with deliciousness and maple syrup, and I sit down at the table. Mia, my wung who has apparently followed me, crawls over to Skipper and looks at his bacon curiously. I hand her a bowl of maple syrup.
I loved The Giver. Such a great book.
We just read The Giver in school. It was pretty good but a little on the weird-ish side. Not like weird is a bad thing though….
Actually, I’ve already read it, and I’m hating it all over again. (No offense, honestly.)
(It’s okay, I hated the book, too. One of only three books we’ve read in school that I have flat-out hated.)
We should make a map of the reclusive gardens. It would be cool to see how the different geographical features we describe fit together.
I can draw a map if you want! I know we have a large lake in the center of the homes with a small island in the middle, and our houses are somewhere around there. There’s also some sort of forest to the west…
If everyone could describe where they are on the map, that would be awesome!
Geography is so limiting, don’t you think?
You know, you’re right. I’m much too organized! We need a little randomization to this.
I think I shall have a tree house high in a pine tree, accessible only by scaling the branches, with cedar boards and a small open window that faces east. It will only have room for a large bookshelf, a lot of pillows, a blanket, and a regenerative candy cane and hot chocolate mug.
Of course, it will sway gently in a cold breeze, and smell of pine and cedar and mint. I shall have a nice little platform on the other side of the tree a few branches down. During December I shall climb about the pine tree with lights and ornaments. The treehouse will somehow have a nice bright reading lamp in the corner but no electric connection. The tree itself shall travel, so that in Spring it will be in a meadow, in Summer it will be on a cliff overlooking the beach, in Autumn it will be somewhere on a street in suburban Conneticut, and in the Winter it will be in a snowy forest next to an ideal ice-skating pond and with a lot of snow. Mmm.
Koko52- sounds cool!
Lets see… when I’m standing on the front step of my house looking out, I see a sparse wood in front of me that thickens over the next few miles. To my right the same sparse wood continues until the berry hill, on the other side of which is somebody else’s house (I’m not sure who’s.) SL’s stream is somewhere around 1:30. To the back of the house is an orchard that becomes a sort of brambly thicket, in the midst of which is a second stream. To my left is a little golden, grassy clearing with camas and grasshoppers. There is also my garden and an overgrown yard.
My house is small, and set back in the woods. It faces east, toward the lake, and when the sun rises, the light shines onto the porch. I have a clear yard, with a maple in the middle. There’s a vegetable garden on the left side of the house. There’s a path that runs down to a road (maybe there could be a road could go around the pond?) from my house, too.
Repost of my house description:
My house is a small cottage with a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a library. I own two cats and three kittens. I have a big tree with lots of branches perfect for climbing, and a rose garden with roses in every color. Also in my yard are dandelions, a patch of dirt for growing various vegetables, and a goat named Snickers.
I made a long description here comment 118, I think.
Summarized, I live in a cave. Overlooking the ocean. Only it’s not just a cave, it has all sorts of different rooms, from natural cave to warm cozy libraries. Entire spectrum, with the exception that there are no normal rooms that you could find anywhere. Every room is unique.
Anyway, the cave has a staircase down to a beach, (It loosely follows the path of the waterfall) and one up into my garden. My garden is more fully described above.
Anyhoo, I shall, perhaps, describe more of life there soon. For now I’m off.
My house tree house needs a cat. I shall import Mia, my actual cat. Two years olf (one and three-quarters actually), adopted from ASPCA at age 6 months. playful, all black. Long tail. Smells of the orange shampoo I use on her. Enjoys cuddling and grapes.
I emerge from my home by the lake and enter semi-civilization for the first time in quite a while. One of my ducks follows me (not that they’d do that in real life) as I walk down the now overgrown path that leads to where most of the other people are.
I will put my site on the Randomized Map. I am high above everyone, so the map magically expands all the way to Planet Astrexia. Now loads more people can be on the map just ’cause it’s so big! I live on a floating-in-the-air island. I live with my space-guinea pigs, Sparkle and Starr. (That’s 2 r’s.) And yes, I really do have guinea pigs.
Okay, this has been posted before, but:
I’m not really sure as to the architectural style, but I live on the coast near an area where there are a lot of big sea rocks one can climb on. There’s a nice little coastal forest around the house with trails that are great for a little cross-country practice. Sometimes, if you get lucky, you might find an arrowhead in the sandy soil of the forest.
The house has a little room that’s actually right over the water with an opening in the floor so I can just walk in, put on scuba gear, and get right out into the sea. Inside my house, I have a photography darkroom, a library, and a room with ping-pong and air hockey tables. My bedroom is on the top floor, and the roof is all glass, so I can look up from bed and see the stars.
Out front, I have a garden with a few sunflowers and some avocado plants. There’s a little sign by the mailbox that says “Photographs for Saleâ€.
((THIS IS SUCH A GREAT THREAD!))
OK, I live in a nice, small wooden cabin with a moss-grown roof that collects the rain and puts it in my pipes. And all the water goes through a filtration system so when I run the sink the water that goes down the drain gets recycled. The sun heats my water ( extremely effectively. I have hot showers. ) and the cabin. Not counting the ( very clean ) shower stall, the cabin is about 10 feet by 11 feet. It’s sunny. Solar-powered lights. I get to paint whatever I want on the walls, using natural dyes. From cranberries and…stuff.
I have a garden. I grow raspberries. LOTS of them. Here, want some? I like to share. I also grow blueberries. And blackberries. And, since this is a fantasy, oranges. I make delicious orange juice every morning. Come by my cabin tomorrow morning – I’ll give you some free. Take it home to feed your guinea pig, Mango. And Ducky’s ducks.
“Hi, everyone!!! Hi!! Come in, have some raspberries. And blueberries. And blackberries. Here, KaiYves, I’ll buy your photograph. It’s beautifully amazing. See, it looks great! Oh hello, Rainbow*Star. Hi, Snickers!” *loves animals*
((I LOVE THIS THREAD!!!! *bows to almighty GAPAs*
“Thanks! I’ll take the raspberries as payment enough!”
After a long day of tending my garden, I lay down in my loverly tree house and count that stars…
I wake up the next morning to meows outside my window.
There are five cats that hang around my house, Zinnia, Gypsy, Oak, Arabic, and Lynn. They’re not mine, and I don’t feed them. They live in the woods around my house, and my wung, Maple, doesn’t seem to mind, so I let them stay.
I eat a quick breakfast of bagel, banana, and scrambled egg, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Soon my sneakers are on, and I rush down to the lake, Maple right behind me. Today, I’m going canoeing ((Is that how it’s spelled?)), or paddleboating, if there’s someone who’ll come with me.
I’ll go with you, SilverLeopard! I’ll bring my birchbark canoe. And some raspberries *glee*
*Wide, shiny lake with pine-covered mountains and canoes floating near shore, extremely clear. Fish. Ducks.*
May I join?
I have a mossy tree house in a giant oak tree. Which is quite lucky, because how else would I make my acorn flour? I have a small garden with herbs and raspberries (they seem to be very popular around here…) and blackberries and things that are good for making tea. And also, I forage for lamb’s quarters and red clover and day flower. I live near the ocean, and a short walk will take you to some beautiful tide pools and a lovely beach. My five cats run around freely, and my three rats scamper across the floor, eating fallen scraps and nibbling on acorns. My hens stay outside and wander, but always come back to the coop I have made for them at night. I have a fireplace in the corner (don’t ask me how it doesn’t set the place on fire) for cooking and heat. It’s beautiful and cool and mossy and humid all the time. Quite a lovely place to live!
MY bees buzz happily and I settle down after an enormous Thanksgiving feast and eat leftovers. Wonderful stuff I must say…
May I purchase some honey from your beehives? It would be wonderful in my acorn flour muffins.
Of course you can! It’s quite good! *gives B the B a jar*
Peacefully I lie down on a towel in the sun, waving to everyone who passes by. The sky is so blue. The ground is so warm. Everyone is my friend.
It’s a pretty, sunny day, so I think I’ll hike down to the lake for a picnic. I pack some leftover stuffing and two apples into my basket pack (basically a basket with a fabric lining and straps like a backpack- very handy) along with my fishing pole. I’ll catch some fresh fish to eat, too. I walk through the sparse grove of trees by my house, then enter the thicker woods. The forest canopy is roped by lichen and welcome for its cool shade. Birds are chirping. I sing ‘Birdhouse in your soul’ by They Might Be Giants.
“I’m your only friend, I’m not your only friend, but I’m your little glowing friend, but really I’m not actually your friend, but I am…”
As I finish the song, I come to the lake shore. I find a nice shady spot where I can cast my line. The moss is soft and the dirt smells very nice. Light plays on the water. I get a bite in no time at all and pull in a beutifull trout. I kill en and thank en for being my food. I go to the rocky beach to gut it. Suddenly I hear my name hollered from across the water. I peer over to the island in the middle of the lake, where two small figures stand. I can’t really tell who they are from this distance, but I yell “hi” back to them. I wonder how I could get better communication with them. I think of the raft that Shadowfire and I built a few months ago- I wonder if its still in the sand cave where we left it. I run further down the beach to check on it, and it seems to be in working order. I run back across the shore, pack all my stuff into my basket again and run back to the raft, which i pull into the water. I begin to paddle it over to the island. As I get closer, the two figures become Bubblebabe and Silver Leopard.
“Why, hello, Tessera Rose! So nice to see you on this fine day. What a beautiful raft!”
I wave down from the pine tree I’m perched in, collecting eggs. I make sure to leave two eggs in every nest so the mother bird won’t be all sad (( like that prehistoric dinosaur bird who got all sad when her baby bird hatched and the giant prehistoric ants ate it. )). I hop down onto the soft, mossy grass and give Tessera Rose a big hug (( unless she doesn’t like hugs )).
I’m down at the lake by now, and I hop into my lime green canoe.My white, plastic, double-sided oar isn’t too heavy, so my arms won’t ache all day. Maple hops in after me, and I decide to go and paddle around the lake. Maybe I’ll see someone.
Sure enough, about 5 minute later, a figure becomes visible on the island. Soon, I recognize Bubblebabe. After mooring my canoe on the dock, I step onto the island. Soon, Tessera Rose joins us.
“I think I’m going to explore a bit,” I tell them.
I keep meaning to join this…is it an RPG?
It’s more like a daydream, actually… Calm and peaceful. Without excitement.
We had this debate on the first thread. RG is NOT a RPG. It’s all happy. No drama or sadness here. It’s lovely. We have adventures, but we never really leave the gardens and they’re pretty small-scale. Sometimes we get bored with it and drift off to a new day. I loves it.
Wonderful, I’ll go with you. Can we go to that old, abandoned castle-like thing…up there, on the hill? With the fountain in front of it?
(( Yes it is Rosebud! ))
My house has changed for the third time, because I am a sorceress (tch, like I actually use that) and therefore epic. Posting…
Okay, underground house, kinda a hill, with the studio taking over a large part of the upper floor. Most of the ceiling is glass. There are solar panels, of course, for electricity in the lower levels, where there can’t be sunlight. It’s near Aggie’s house and somewhat near Rainbow’s, with three doors. The front door faces inland, and the back door faces the ocean and opens up onto the sand, and is right behind a small rocky pier/dock/rocky stretch of bridgiesque qualities and Lightning (the turtle)’s home. The third door is on the ceiling in a part of the top floor that is not the studio and holds the generator that the solar panels lead to. There is a catwalk that acts very much like The Great Glass Wonkavater (not an elevator, a WONKAvater: it goes any direction, not just up and down), connecting that door to nearly every part of the house.
The lowest floor is an underground herb garden/cellar.
My bedroom, kitchen area, bathroom, and common room thingy with a fireplace, a few armchairs, a few shelves of books, and my computer are on the second floor. There are three floors, the highest one being the first.
My room has two beds: a circular futon and a hammock way up on the ceiling that has a rope so I can get up and down. There’s a tablet laptop in there, and another few shelves of books. For the hammock, there are bins and shelves nailed in arms reach for me to hold things in. There’s a stereo, but I keep it low enough/with headphones so it doesn’t wake anyone. It’s extraordinarily messy, but manages to stay charmingly Zincy. And everything in the house is brightly colored with random things hanging off the walls like shoes.
In the kitchen area, there is a stove, a fridge, a freezer, and a mircrowave, for when I get too lazy to bake/cook. The trapdoor for the third floor is here. When I’m even lazier, I’ll go over to someone else’s house and demand that they cook for me. I’m extraordinarily pushy here, and am like a three year old on a sugar high minus the crash. Ahahaha.
Okay, now that’s over with…
“Alo! Alooo!” I cry, waving, as I head over to the small, growing group. “Nice day for a group adventure, ain’t it? The castle? LOVELY idea! I’ve never reallt noticed it was there before, and how long have I lived here? Wow, I’m quite the unobservant one. Can we go now?” I finished with a whine.
40: It’s an RPG, but its often called a daydream because it requires much less dedication/energy than the other RPGs. You don’t have to check the thread very often. Also, Its mostly about describing the scenery and the nice, everyday-ish things we’re doing. No big adventures.
“An abandoned castle? That sounds flamablamulous!” I join BubbleBabe and Silver Leopard as they wander towards the castle. The woods on the island are young and primarily deciguous (Pardon my spelling), though they get a little thicker farther in. Boulders frequently rise from the forest floor.
((43- I think it’s “deciduous”, for future reference.))
“Hey, guys, wait up!” I shout, hurrying after the group as they enter the woods. “I want to see the castle, too!”
“It’s just over that hill!” I yell, tripping over a rock. “Ouch,” I say, looking down at Offending Rock. “Hey, look at that.” There are red, shiny stones all over it. “Pretty!” I gasp, and take a stone off of it and put it in my pocket. “Shiny rocks!” I squeal. Friends traipse over to look at Offending Rock.
I pick up one of the shiny red stones from the rock that bubblebabe tripped on. They remind me of a bracelet I used to have.
“I think these might be garnets.”
“Cool!” I say excitedly. I stand up again. “Come on, everyone. Get some garnet-things and let’s go!” Squee suddenly comes bounding through the woods. I grab en before en collides with my knees and squeeze en, giving en the garnet-thing.
I look out at upon my beautiful shangri-la (I think that’s the right term…) and gasp. There’s a large moose standing in the centre of my small garden! “Damn!” I mutter. “How am I supposed to get rid of him?”. I pick up a small rock from the floor of my tree house and chuck it at him. He looks up slowly. (I don’t think it hurt more than a gentle poke.) “Uhm, hello.” I say nervously, yet politely. “That’s, uh, my garden you’re standing in… It would be sorta cool if you maybe got out? You’re eating my snow peas and cabbage. If you eat it all, I’ll have to *cringes* hunt for food! There are some other nice things to eat over yonder in the meadow: chicory, grass, and I think there are still some violets.” He looks down at my snow peas (which are slobbery now) and then out at the meadow. He thinks for a moment, then carefully steps out of the garden. “Thank you!” I shout down at him, and breathe a sigh of relief. Crisis averted.
Oooh, I want your moose! ( thinks bubblebabe, as she runs off to a castle doing something completely unrelated ).
Oh, don’t worry. You can have him. He can mow your lawn, but I don’t have much of one, just a mossy, leaf covered ground and the aforementioned meadow, but that’s not mine.
My house is a stone cottage with a red door. It has window boxes spilling over with petunias and impatiens. Round stones make a winding path to the door. Small maple trees shelter each side. There is a vegetable garden and apple tree in the back.
So, as to that comment of mine on December 5th, IS it an RPG? It seems like a lot of posts are, but the answers I got were contradictory.
It’s like an RPG with an elaborate setting but no extended plot
We call it a daydream.
My house is a simple, one room cabin. It is built against a giant oak tree, so it only has 3 walls. The walls are almost entirely windows, the dor is painted “wild grass green” with a small, blue door knocker shaped like a cat’s paw, and I have many semi-wild animals living with me. I have a fruit tree, a flour grinder for acorns, and a veggie/flower garden. There is a stream in the back and I use hydroelectricity to power my reading lamp and to water my plants. ((B the B, can I live next to you?)) I hear Beetle exclaim something and look over to see what’s the matter. There’s a moose in her garden! I laugh, “Wow, Beetle. How’d that happen?”
((Gee, that turned into a very long post…))
(( Not so long! ))
Oh, look – the sun is setting! I must leave in my canoe before it’s completely dark, or else mosquitoes will attack me. “Bye, everyone!” I call, and sprint down the hill to the shore. The castle can wait until a later date for me. I push my canoe off the beach, jump in, and tie Squee to the string on the bow. ( or stern ) Paddling home, the setting sun reflects off the surface of the lake, highlighting the surrounding mountains and turning the water bright goldorange. Once home, I go to bed. Squee bounces off into the night, probably to make friends with Beedle’s moose.
LBK is my new neighbor !Yay! Can I use your acorn grinder? It was really a pain grinding them with a mortar and pestle.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to snow profusely, so I make a few trips down to the stream to get some extra fresh water, in case I’m snowed in. ((I love how I can just make up landforms around my house….)) I’m tired, so I go to sleep early. Roxy (my dog) and all of my cats curl up on my bed. I’m warm and sleepy. Life is good.
Oh, yes sure. You may borrow whenever you need to, Beetle. I just need to grind a little more for flour to bake some cookies and the like. ((Oh, and it’s snowing right now where I actually live
:D)) I curl up in my little cot and hear the wind gently blow against my house. A deer comes in through the door and lays down, and some semi-wild cats come and lie down on my bed. As Beetle said, life is good.
No snow yet, today, but it’s intensely cold and windy. I put on my warmest jacket and go outside. The ground is HARD. If I fall, I’ll really get hurt, so I move about gingerly. After walking with Roxy for about a half hour, I go home to eat some breakfast: toast with butter and jam and some chai tea. I wait inside for the snow to come, but I don’t think it’s coming anytime soon.
(( Oh good, it’s snowing?! Or it’s GOING to snow?! YES! ))
I wake up shivering in my hand-quilted blankets that [ insert name of Muser who quilts ] made for me. Putting on my warmest jacket and boots, I run outside to find Squee. I find her by KaiYves’s house, bouncing around on en’s roof. When she sees me (( Gender chosen! )) she tries to hide in my hat. I pull an extra hat out of my pocket and put it on her head, because she seems cold. As I walk back to my house, snow starts to fall. I run over to Beedle and LBK’s houses and ring the doorbells. I want to play in the snow!
Having heard that it’s going to snow, I go up to my (very small) attic and take down a patchwork quilt from an old chest. I go back down the rickety stairs and spread it atop my bed. I glance out the window and see, to my delight, enormous white flakes already fluttering lazily down! I run to retrieve my winter coat and mittens and set them by the door, ready for there to be enough to play in.
“Hey, Rosebud2!” I say. I try to throw snowflakes at en, but they’re too light. I stick my tongue out.
“Mmff, coming.” I say grumpily as the doorbell rings. It’s bubblebabe and Squee ((
Who or what is Squee?)) and they want to play in the snow. “Have you asked Beetle yet?” I yawn, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Yes, now come ON!!!!” shrieks bubblebabe. I lazily get my coat and snow-pants/-boots and follow bubblebabe outside. It is so beautiful with the fat white flakes drifting about, I nearly fall backwards. After (carefully) laying on the ground, I wave my arms and legs back and forth while the snow keeps on coming.
(( Squee is my beloved wung. Someday I shall draw a picture of her and post her on the Visual Arts thread. ))
I lie down on the snow next to LittleBasementKitten and make snow angels. The snow is piling up – there is about an inch on the ground already and it seems as if it will snow all day. I stare up at the sky, completely happy.
I run out to join in the snow games. The evergreen trees in the forest look absolutely darling dusted with snow.
Yes, and everything is all frosted with icicles, and is all glittery and PRETTY and the snow is falling and everything looks so BEAUTIFUL! *hugs*
I feel so warm in my winter coat, I only notice how beautiful it looks with all the snowflakes coming down. Their making me feel playful and I quietly shape a snowball and throw it at bubblebabe. She ducks and it hits KaiYves right in the face! The game is on!!!!
“Whee!” I say. I throw snowballs at LBK, then pick up Squee and throw her at KaiYves. Squee bounces off KaiYves’s jacket and shakes snow off her fur at everbody. I ring Beedle’s doorbell again.
Suqee bounces off my jacket and shakes snow everywhere. So cute!
I quickly build a fort and pelt KaiYves and bubblebabe with snowballs. bubblebabe rings Beetle’s doorbell again. I throw a snowball at en and en ducks, hitting a very surprised Beetle in the face! “Uh-oh” I say.
Oh no, I hope I didn’t miss out on the fun…
I jump out of bed and yell, “Be out in a minute!” while changing into pants and a t-shirt, and putting on my wool coat. Roxy is clawing on the door; she wants to see the snow too!
I burst through the door and am greeted by a volley of snow balls. I break down laughing through a face full of snow. “Thanks LBK!…”
I quickly join the wars and make a fort of my own. Roxy jumps through the snow, but she seems a little disconcerted that it covers all of her legs.
After a while, I yell “Hey!” while waving my white scarf. “I think the pond is frozen! Let’s go ice skating! Don’t worry if you don’t have ice skates, I have extras.”
I fall over laughing at the sight of Beedle covered in snow. Luckily she is wearing a jacket, so she doesn’t get her pajamas all soaked….and yes, KaiYves, Squee is the most adorable wung in the universe. So I think.
I see the crazed snow fight and join in immidatly. Throwing snowballs at the first people I’ve seen in weeks wasn’t what I had planned, but it was fun.
“Oh! Oh! Yeah! But let’s finish the fight first, Beetle! I’ll need to borrow a pair of skates, and maybe you can invite the moose!”
“HI, DUCKY!” I whisper loudly (( because of aforementioned screaming. I think I’m getting a reputation )), throwing snowballs at her. Tired, I flop down in the now-foot-deep snow and tunnel down into it to make a snow fort. I sit and create snowballs for Ducky to use. Squee bounces all over the place, flumping down and getting stuck in the snow.
“OMG A SNOW BALL FIGHT!!!!” I yell, and dash into the fray, throwing snowballs left and right recklessly, laughing.
I’m wandering around, wondering what this wonderful place I’ve stumbled into is, when a snowball hits me. A veritable deluge of similar projectiles follow. I dig myself out of the snow pile, and find myself on a dip in a hill that’s just perfect for sledding. I move to the fringes of a small, bare copse on the hill and observe the fight going down below. Stray snowballs are still headed my way, so….
.
I immediately begin construction of an igloo. It’s a medium-sized igloo, with an entrance passage/storage area that hold old issues of Muse, food, clothing and anything else I might need, an ice window that lets in bluish light, and a sleeping area made of piled up snow, quilts, pillows, and stuffed animals in the back. I create a ventilation hole, start a fire, and start making smores and snow pies. When they’re done, I take them outside and yell out into the incredibly cold and brisk air, “Snack time!”
Then I lean back against the wall of my igloo and wait to see what happens.
Giggling from my sheltered spot in the snow, whipping snowballs around my head, I feel Squee jump off my back and bounce frenetically away. “Squee?” I shout. “Squee!” I can see Squee bouncing off into the woods. “SQUEE!” I shriek. I grab my cross-country skis from my cabin and ski off after her. When I finally catch up, Squee is sitting in front of an igloo, staring adoringly up at FantasyFan?!?!, who has a plate of s’mores. “Sorry,” I apologize. “She’s a chocolate addict.”
Snow goat time! *builds a snowgoat and sticks a sprig of hay in its mouth, which my actual goat quickly devours*
“It’s okay, I’m a chocolate addict too. So…I know your wung wants some smores, but how about yourself?” I say as I hand a few smores to Squee, who’s drooling out of excitement.
“I also have snow pies, which can either be eaten or used as handy projectiles in that snow fight going on down there…”
Can I buy some of your snow pies?
Sure! Even better, I’ll teach you how to make them. *Pulls out sign that reads ‘Snow Pie Making Lessons here’*
1. The pie tin is preferably made from ice. It can be made using an ice mold.
2. The crust should be firm, yet crumbly snow, that packs easily together.
3.There many different fillings, but my personal favorite is the one made from fluffy, whipped snow.
4. (optional) If desired, place a crust on top of the filling.
5. Place in a cold place (below 32 degrees Fahrenheit) until eaten or thrown.
Bon appetit!
I run back into my house and drag out a huge sled, big enough for ten people. “Who wants to go sledding?”
Squee devours the smores and I hand FantasyFan some frozen raspberries to pay for the pie. I run back down to the snowball fight and smash it into Ducky’s coat. Mweeheehee.
Uhm, snow pies sound dangerous.
I bring out the ice skates and everyone (or at least LBK) runs over. I give her my spare skates and we go out on the ice. The moose wanders over, but I don’t think he wants to ice skate. “Wow, check out kiwimucher’s snow goat!”, I say excitedly.
“Oh, cool!” I respond. “That’s really lifelike, kiwi!” kiwi’s goat comes over and eats the stick of hay en had stuck in the snow goat’s mouth. I laugh, and skate around. “Oh, and thanks for the snow pie recipe, FantasyFan.”
“You’re welcome!” I say from deep within a pile of snow. Somehow I’ve gotten buried beneath it. I dig myself out and find a goat staring at my face. Huh?
I jump in suprise as Bubblebabe’s snow pie hits me. As soon as I figure out what happened I start making snowballs and throwing them at her.
Yaaaahhh!! Snow pie attack!!!! I quickly make some snow pies and skate around, throwing them in random directions. One hits the moose, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Oh no! Pies! *gabs some pies and stands in front of snow-goat* I shall protect my creation! *throws pies*
“Hahaha, Ducky!” I yell. “I HAVE AN ICE SHIELD!” I prop it up on the snow pile in front of me, completely sheltered.
Until someone throws a snow pie at it and it breaks.
“AAHH!” I yell, and frantically start building a fort. I’m completely covered in snow.
I assist Kiwi in protecting her snow-goat while flinging snow at everyone else.
This has gone a little bit too far for me. I wander out into the woods, hoping nobody attacks me with a snow pie. Roxy is still in the snow Pie war. I go out far enough so that everything is quiet. The silence is lovely. A little chickadee chirps quietly while looking for berries on a vine. It’s the only sound aside from my breathing. I look around at the undisturbed snow, and then up at the sun. It’s close to setting. I should get back before it gets dark. I say goodbye to the chickadee, but he follows me as I walk back. It looks like I’ve made a new friend!
We finally all get so tired that we collapse onto the ground laughing. My goat is fairly unscathed, except for one missing horn and a nose that is now forever crumpled. Once we contain our giggles, I invite everyone over to my treehouse to have some hot chocolate.
Kityera my wung jumps up and almost knocks over Kiwi’s snow goat. Kiwi throws a snow ball at her and I return with a well aimed snow pie. Just then, Beetle comes back from en’s walk in the woods. “Hey Beetle, can you watch Kit?” I ask. “I want to go prepare my dinner.”
I sigh, and plop down in the snow, completely exhausted. Snow makes a good mattress. I’m so warm in my coat and snowpants and boots and mittens and hat….
*falls asleep*
*shakes Bubblebabe*
(( Yay, I don’t freeze to death on this thread!
))
Suddenly I wake up – someone is shaking me. I grrr and open my eyes, then scream, because Ducky is staring in my face. I roll on my side and quiver. “Never, ever scare me like that,” I tell Ducky weakly. “I’m excitable.”
(( I feel the adrenaline just typing this. ))
I come out of preparing my excellent dinner of chicken (I am not a vegetarian) and bean soup to find Ducky shaking bubblebabe out of…something. Possibly sleep. “Come on everyone!” I say. “Let’s got to kiwi’s house for hot chocolate!”
((SFTDP)) After hot chocolate at kiwi’s house, everyone goes their separate ways. I go back to my cozy house, get into my pj’s and crawl into my bed. The usual band of cats come in, along with my almost-tame deer and my wung. I have decide to call the deer Ferah. Ferah seems to like her name, because she looks up when I call her. Kit settles in the crook of my arm and I fall asleep, warm and cozy, protected from the outside.
Next Morning
I stretch and sit up. Ferah has gone, along with the Traveler’s Clan, as I have come to think of the cats. Kit is wandering around, probably looking for breakfast.
I stretch as dawn comes streaming into my house. As I hop outside in my slippers, I stare as the sun creeps over the horizon.
I wake up and bonk my head on the snowy roof of my igloo. I hadn’t realized that the top was so low…After much bumping into things and knocking them over, I finally manage to locate the entrance tunnel. More snow has fallen during the night, covering up the mess we made of it earlier. I try to prepare breakfast, then realize that all my graham crackers were used for the smores yesterday. I decide to walk around in search of something to eat. Maybe I’ll find someone willing to give me food… *puppy dog eyes*
I wake up to see my bedroom’s glass ceiling covered in new snow, and flip the switch to turn on the embeded heaters in the windows on my way to breakfast. Don’t want to miss a New Years Eve full moon.
I hear knocking on my door and open it to see FantasyFan asking for food with puppy dog eyes.
“What a coincidence! I have some dried mango slices from the summer I was just about to open!” I say.
“Mmmmmrrggrrgghhhh…..”, I groan. I’m so tired after my long walk yesterday. I walk into my kitchen (well, not really kitchen. Everything in my house is sorta the same room) and see my chickadee sitting on the counter, eating my bag of sunflower seeds. “Ugh. Come on, I’ll give you some bird seed and bread crumbs. I’m sure you don’t mind eating the wormier seeds”. She gives me a look that says “I do”, but I sweep the spilled seeds back into the burlap bag and she jumps onto my head. I giggle. Chickadee claws tickle my head.
A little birdy told me that KaiYves was having people over for breakfast today, so I throw on the standard jeans-and-a-tee outfit and a coat and go outside with Chickadee on my shoulder. She chirps a bit, then flies ahead to a tree branch when she sees Roxy coming. Our merry caravan walks (and flies) to KaiYves house and Chickadee flies into en’s window. I laugh and pick her up. She’s not hurt, just frazzled. Roxy jumps and scratches at the door. “Get down Rox! Where are your manners!”, I say. Somebody opes the door.
The next morning I shuffle outside and sit down in a snowbank, watching various MuseBloggers go by and waiting for someone ( Squee, where are you? ) to come out and talk to me. After five minutes, I get bored, so I grab my ice skates and a shovel and go out to skate on the lake.
Me and Kit are just starting breakfast, when Beetle stops by. En says that KaiYves is having people over for breakfast. I quickly gobble up what I have made and follow en to KaiYves’s house. Along the way, Ferah joins us. We walk into her nice, coastal house, Ferah narrowly avoiding the hole in the floor. “Hiya, Kai!” I say. “We heard you were inviting people over for breakfast. Is it okay if me and Ferah crash here?”
“Sure. What would you like?”
“Some of your famous chocolate chip pancakes for me and Kit, and Ferah would like some nuts or fruit, if you please. Thank you!”
In front of KaiYves’s house, I see LBK mouth the word “chocolate.” Well, that explains where Squee is, at least. Probably bouncing around people’s chairs waiting for someone to drop pancake in her mouth.
KaiYves’s kitchen is filling up with people. After eating the (very very delicious) food, I start waitressing, bringing people what they’ve asked for.
As I do this, I trip over a very familiar wung. “Squee?” I ask.
“Squeeee!” I realize that when I tripped, I dropped the freshly made chocolate chip pancakes…that Squee is now eating.
“Gaaah” I attempt to wrest the plate from Squee. I end up smushing pancake all over me, though.
Getting into a food fight with a wung wasn’t exactly what I expected when I woke up this morning…but if she’s going to challenge me, I’ll take her up on it.
“Wow, I really didn’t expect so many guests. But you’re all welcome here.”
Thanks KaiYves!
So pancakes are for brreakfast? Excellent! I’ll bring some fresh blueberries, if you like…
101 – (( Good luck. ))
After I finish shoveling a large enough area for a skating rink, and piling it up into a huge hill, I walk back to my cabin and fetch my toboggan and a bucket out from the basement. Then I fill the bucket with water and drag it on the toboggan down to the lake. I pour water over the area, then wait for it to freeze, putting on my skates. Carefully, I make a sign that says “SKATING AND SLEDDING” and stick it on the sledding hill. Then I ring a loud bell and wait for people to come and skate. Once they are done with breakfast.
We are just finishing up a large breakfast, when a loud bell sounds in the distance. Me and Kit go outside to see who rung it and it was bubblebabe. “Come hither for sledding and skating!” en shouts. I go inside, tell everyone who it is, and go back to my cabin. Once there, I grab my awesomely-awesome superfast sled, purchased last time we visited the outside world, along with my old and forgotten skates, and dash outside, Kit in hot pusuit. We race to the top of the hill and fly down, laughing and falling all over. Everyone else has come and it’s a great day.
“Aahh-haaahahaa!!” I shriek as LBK pushes me, hard! down the hill. I nearly crash into a tree about a hundred yards away from the hill, but instead crash into a large rock, thankfully covered with snow. I think people are laughing.
(( It’s snowing very prettily here! ))
I burst out laughing at the sight of bubblebabe flyingdown the hill and crashing into a large, snow-covered hill. When it’s my turn to go down, I help bubblebabe down the rock, and we think up SSSS all the way up the hill.
((
:lol:))
I run with the others to see the Sledding and Skating area.
((
SSSS!!!!))
*cough* Anyway.
I put on my skates and pour some more water over the pond, so people don’t trip and get hurt. I do some triple-axle jumps and fancy figure skating tricks (( I wish! )) and then skate around for fun.
I skate around with bubblebabe ((go sew your hem!! :lol:)), whose pretending to do fancy tricks, but really just landing on en’s bottom a lot.
(( I would never try to do fancy tricks in real life. But this is a daydream so….I feel justified. ))
“Maybe I’d just better stick with skating on the actual ice,” I say, and skate around. I grab a needle and start sewing. (( Pain! MUST SEW BUT LIKE MUSEBLOG TOO MUCH. ))
I just fall asleep in my little house on the top of a hill. I’m tired.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, dong dong dong.
“Mmmmph,” I say. Bed warm. Outside cold.
Ding, dong, dong dong dong.
I raise my head off my pillow and wonder why someone is ringing a bell.
DING, DONG DONG DONG
Moaning, I get out of bed and stare out the window to see if I can locate whoever is ringing a bell, and why. I can’t see anyone. They’re all still asleep.
I get some skates and hurry to the pond. Does once a year at Rockefeller Center count as being in practice?
I finish up my breakfast at KaiYves’s house and run off to the newly made ice skating rink. This place is starting to get less and less reclusive, that was bound to happen. I put on my ice skates and skate around. I’m pretty good, but I still can’t skate backwards. “Can anyone teach me how to skate backwards?”, I say, speaking my thoughts aloud.
Our gardens can always be as reclusive as we want/need them to be.
Then I see KaiYves and Beedle at the pond. I bundle up and go to join them, still sleepy. I sit in the snowbank and think up ways to invent a pulley that will take someone to the top of a hill. With a sled.
Done with my food fight and covered in various edibles, I try to find someplace to wash up in. Unfortunately, I have taken too many pies to the face, which has affected my judgment. This means that when I look for a place to clean up in, I decide that the best place must obviously be a pond. An iced over pond. I run/roll down the hill, soar off a curve at high speed , and plop straight in the middle of the pond, breaking the ice. Ehhh. Sorry.
And now I’m underwater, about to drown/freeze to death, staring down an abnormally cross eyed fish that, surprisingly enough, wasn’t frozen.
Strangely enough, I don’t feel cold or particularly short of breath.
“OH MY GOSH, FANTASYFAN FELL!!!!!!” I quickly grab my scarf and drag her out. Funnily enough, en seems fine.
“Ack!” I shout, and run back to my cabin for my toboggan. Putting FantasyFan on the toboggan, I drag en back to the cabin again, tuck her into my bed, and put hot water thermal bag thingies ( ? Can’t remember the name ) on her feet. LBK comes running after me to tell me….something.
I sled down the hill, dodging trees and boulders. Eventually I hit a small rock, and my sled goes spinning into the air.
I land on a bouncy cushion, which poofed out of my sled like an airbag. “I didn’t even know it could do that,” I muse.
(( Aww-ww, cute avatar, Rainbow*Star! Bunnies and cats seem to be very popular avatars lately…
))
Many people seem to be almost getting injured here lately…ohno
“Don’t warm en up too quickly!” I shout, chasing bubblebabe. Once I see that FantasyFan is okay, I go back to pour more water over the hole en made. Soon, the ice is as good as new and I get back on my sled and race down the slope.
((But I’m okay, bubblebabe. It didn’t hurt at all, I swear))
Everyone is making such a big fuss when I feel perfectly fine… Uh-oh. Did my nervous system short out or something? I don’t think so, because I feel warm and toasty now. (Thanks, LBK and bubblebabe) Maybe I’m just used to the cold because I live in an igloo. Or something. My non-injury will likely forever remain a mystery.
In the meantime… I fall asleep. Nearly drowning is exhausting, doncha know.
I grin, then trip over a mound of snow. I instinctively go into the PK roll, and come out relatively unscathed, singing my parody of David Bowie’s song “Starman”, “Snowman”.
There’s a snowman
Waiting to be made
He’d like you not to dry him
‘Cause hairdryers make him melt-
Snowman,
Let the children make them
Let the children bake them
Let all the children snowfight!
And so on.
((I love making Starman parodies. “Snowman” and “Starbucks” are my favourites of the ones I’ve done. :lol:))
I’m glad FantasyFan’s OK. I leave en ( gender? ) in my bed and go outside to play with fireh. “Are we making SNOWMEN?” I ask gleefully.
(( Please, someone, post. Post! ))
My house, would be a simple cottage, with a garden out front. There would be a swing set in the back and a Scottish Terrier (my favorite type of dog) In the garden, there would be roses, morning glories, and daisies. Every flower would sing a different song and everything is happy there. Inside the house when you first walk in, there would be a small meeting area (some people call the living rooms, but I don’t live in that room so…) If you turn right there would be a mediumish hallway. If you walk down that hallway, you would first come across the eating/cooking room (AKA the dining room/kitchen) Then if you walk further down, you will find the bathroom. Then, at the very end of the hallway would be my bedroom. Inside my bedroom would be a very colorful place where as soon as you walk in, it seems as if all your troubles just dissolve into thin air. This would be where I spend most of my time.
((Is there anything else I need to add to this, just wondering))
(( 128 – nope! Now you get to do whatever you want! ))
(( SQUEE! PEOPLE ARE POSTING HERE AGAIN!!! ))
I tramp into my cottage out of the snow and get out my soup pot. I’ve decided to make lots of carrot and … stew and invite people over. Would anyone like dinner?
After I sled for awhile, I head back to my house, where the Traveler’s Clan is already snuggled up in my bed, along with Ferah. I make myself some biscuits to munch on while I sit in bed, reading a Baby Blues comic book.
I accept Princess_Mangolia’s invitation to dinner and eat some nice hot stew. After that delicious stew, I go back to my house and tend to my gardens. Then I do some shopping and have a nice time skiing in the snow. Then, I go back to my room and cuddle up with Mr. Bear (my teddy bear) and read a nice book.
*waves spoon* Anyone else coming?
((Princess Magnolia, did you used to be BubbleBabe?))
Yum yum yum!!! Roxy, Chickadee, and I decide to go to Princess Magnolia’s house for stew. I love stew on a cold day, it’s so filling. Our merry troupe comes in to what we thought would be a bustling party, but is really just Princess Magnolia and LBK. Slightly disappointed, I sit down to eat. I bring the spoon to my mouth and gasp. “How did you make this!?!?!?! It’s absolutely delicious! I need your recipe, Magnolia!”
((Nope. Not me. But Swat is there.))
((AGH! I was going to write YANSWAT (That’s so much fun to type…) but then I thought it was you and I said to myself, “Nope. That’s definitely LBK”.))
(( Yes. Sorry
))
((Oh, no it’s fine. I sorta figured it was you, considering PM and BB had the same picture.))
“I’ll come! The stew sounds great!”
I walk over to the stew. I grab some, and yell thanks.
I’ll come too!” I say, and follow Kai to Princess_Magnolia’s house.
What used to be a small gathering has turned into a lively party! Chickadee jumps around from head to head chittering happily. She loves being with people.
Oh, I might as well come. The stew sounds very delicious, Magnolia.
“Eat up, everyone!” I say cheerfully, tossing soup in bowls and throwing them through the air so they land in front of people. Beedle, I just throw veggies in a pot until it tastes good. And thanks!
I wake up in the morning and have a nice hot shower. Then, I get dressed and make some eggs, crispy bacon, and pour some orange juice in a glass. Then, I go outside and find that the snow has melted.
Then I see a rose tree that is *gasp* WHITE! I quickly find a red paint can and paint the roses red while humming a happy tune. After I’m done, I am satisfied. Then I go inside and make a sandwich and eat it and go and read a book. (I am a HUGE book fan :D)
“Oh, wow!” I say in response to Magnolia’s recipe. “It’s that simple? I’ll have to try that sometime.” Mayl snuggles up to me as I sip my soup. “So, how is everyones wung/animal friends?”
“I’m still trying to think up a name for the moose,” I respond. “Got any suggestions? I was thinking a Beatles name, something like ‘Dr. Roberts’. Yeah, I like that.”
Dr. Roberts is a very froody name.
I wuvvles it!
“Wait. The moose that was eating my garden? He’s still around? I thought he had left…” I say surprisedly. “How is he? And thanks for asking LBK, Chickadee is fine”, I respond as she hops around, twittering like mad. I guess I shouldn’t have gave her my tea…
Huh? What is going on here?
((I’m guessing you’re new on this thread, so I’ll take the liberty to explain to you. Our Reclusives Gardens is like an RPG, but noncommittal. You don’t always have to check in on what’s going on, though nothing usually is. We sort of keep to ourselves most of the time. We have a nice, naturey utopia going on here, and it can change (or stay the same) as you please. Read through some of the posts so you can get the feel of things, and see if you’d like to post. If you are going to post, you can start out by describing what your house is like, or what the setting is like. Oh, by the way, most of us live with our wungs, or other animal pets. I have Chickadee, and Princess Magnolia has the moose that was in my garden.))
I have Squee, too!
(( FYI, I officially hate school laptops. ))
I announce the new member of my family who is a bear named Mr. Bear. He enjoys eating cabbage, fruits, and fish. He is tame and loves eating pie. After that, I feel exhausted and say, “tEa anD BiScuiTs AnYoNe???”
“Sure, I’ll have some cheesy (as in covered in cheese) biscuits. Thanks Swat!”
“I think I’ll have some cheesy biscuits, too!”
YUM!!! Cheesy biscuits… ((Thanks. Now I’m like DYING for some cheese….))
Yay for cheesy biscuits! Thanks, Swat!
Anytime my kind neighbors!!! *takes out megaphone* “Ehem. Is this thing on? Ah yes. Please excuse the noise but I believe your tea and biscuits are getting cold. Thank you for your attention.” *turns megaphone off and goes back to painting the roses red*
After everyone has left, I put on my snow gear and go out and lie in the snow in the woods. Sighing, I stare up at the snowflakes drifting down. The snow feels so comfortable, and not cold at all in my snow pants. I could lie here for half an hour. At the least.
After cleaning up I get dressed for a fun filled day in the snow. I quickly eat something the race outside the door grabbing my scarf on the way out. When I arrive at my destination (the top of the highest hill in the village) I take my sled, hold my breath, and push off down the hill. My heart is racing as I plummet down that very steep hill and finally reach the bottom. I inhale, then exhale and do it all over again, and again till I cannot stand the cold any longer. I go inside, feed Mr. Bear, and once again take a nice, steaming cup of hot chocolate and read a book till I fall asleep in my armchair in front of the fire.
I hear my doorbell ring and hurry out to see the package I’ve been waiting for. Mail does get delivered rather infrequently when you (purposefully) live in the middle of nowhere.
After thanking the postman, I open it excitedly. Yup, it’s the drysuits I sent away for! Now I can go scuba diving in the winter… if I can find some dive buddies.
“Heylo! Can come diving with you??”
SFTDP
I mean: “Heylo! May I please come diving with you???”
“Sure thing! Do you have any scuba experience? It’s okay if you don’t, I’ve got a moon pool down below where you can practice.”
“Me too! In fact, I could use the practice, because I’m doing scuba diving for my SDL, or Self Directed Learning project.” I grab some extra gear and slowly lower myself into the pool. “But, can you give me lessons?”
“I have some experience but I will need some practice before actually diving. Do you think we may be able to see some dolphins along the way???”
“Maybe! Okay, first rule of diving; NEVER HOLD YOUR BREATH. And again; NEVER HOLD YOUR BREATH. One more time; NEVER HOLD YOUR BREATH. Got it?”
((I took a class on Monday night, so I know a few things, like NEVER HOLD YOUR BREATH.))
“So, when shall we head off to dive???”
After waking up, I head back to my igloo for some…something. But since I can’t remember why I came, I sit and stare at the birds instead.
“It’s possible. We get very warm currents on this part of the island sometimes, even in the winter, and sometimes the dolphins come out.” I said.
“And that’s right, LBK. As I said in the scuba adventure last summer ((In the first Reclusive Gardens thread)), here are the three main rules of scuba:
Rule number one: never hold your breath. Air will be continuously flowing from your mouthpiece, so just keep breathing freely.
Rule number two: take only pictures, leave only bubbles. Don’t touch the fish or plants, they’re sensitive.
Rule number three: if you feel pain in your ears, hold your nose and swallow, like you would on a plane.
Don’t try to talk underwater, sound doesn’t carry very well. You can use hand signals to communicate or write on your dive slate.”
“Okey dokes then! I shall bring my underwater camera and remember NOT to touch anything.
When shall we go diving then??”
One early morning at six,
My alarm clock rings.
I get up,
Shut it off.
Go back to bed.
Snuggle into my warm blankets.
Lay my head on my pillow.
Go to sleep.
Dream about trees.
One morning at seven,
I wake up.
I lie in bed for twenty minutes,
I get up,
I take a shower using as much hot water as I want.
Then I go back to bed and read.
One morning at seven forty,
I make breakfast.
I eat,
I go back to bed.
One morning at eight,
I put on clean pajamas,
I go back to bed.
One morning at eight thirty,
I stick my head out the window,
Look at the beautiful snow falling,
Sit on my couch wrapped in a blanket and look at the snow.
One morning at nine,
I play with Squee.
At twelve,
I eat lunch.
At one,
I do productive yet fun stuff for the rest of the day.
But at five,
I go back to bed.
And I go to sleep.
And I dream about people.
And I don’t wake up until I feel like it.
Because it’s quiet in Our Reclusive Gardens.
And that’s the way I like it.
*applauds wildly* That was beYOUtiful!
Thanks. It would be even more beautiful if that was what I actually did every day. *sigh* February vacation is only in two weeks…
I cannot wait for it! *glances at watch* Ack. Two weeks is too long….
I eat, feed Mr. Bear, then have a nice long bubble bath. I then get dressed, go outside, come back inside because it is FREEZING. I put the fireplace on, get a slice of pumpkin pie, and start reading an amazing book. I doze off peacefully until morning light wakes me yet again.
“I guess I’ll leave scuba diving for some other day,” I think as I head back to my cozy house. I grab some hot chocolate and settle in bed with A Cartoon Guide to the Universe: Part 2 in hand. “I’m thinking of doing some remodeling,” I say aloud. “I wonder who wants to help me…?”
((*winknudgeZincwinknudge*))
I wake up.
“Today will be a simple day.” I say to myself.
I go to my big green armchair in front the fireplace with a book.
I sit down and think to myself, “Perfect time for tea!”
I get back up and make some tea.
Then I have an epiphany! “Some biscuits as well!!!”
I get the biscuits out and arrange them nicely on a plate.
I sit back down, munch on the biscuits, and silently sip my deliciously hot cup of tea.
I start my book and feel very relaxed.
Perfect day, no?
I wake up, and get a breakfast of chocolate pancakes and milk. “My throat is sore,” I think. Climbing back into bed, I get a Motren ((sorry if that’s misspelled)) and a glass of juice. I drift back into sleep while the medicine takes affect.
((Bleh. I don’t feel so good in real life, too.))
“Okay, guys, since it’s kind of cold today, we can go scuba diving next week.” ((IE, when the vacation comes along.))
I make some soup and pack it up.
I knock on LBK’s door and offer soup.
After that I go to my calendar and write:
“Scuba moved to next week”
Then I go back to my book.
I decide to live
In haiku. Simplicity
Is calmness, for me.
Me too, but it is
A bit hard to always write
In haiku format
I wake up (yet again).
).
I feed Mr. Bear (who is awfully hungry).
I go to the library to get some more books (I finished all of mine).
I paint the roses red (the other coat washed of).
I splash in some puddles (that weren’t there yesterday O.o).
I go back inside (awww :'( ).
I take a long bubble bath (realaxing
I then go get dressed and go to sleep (for I am very tired)
I wake up to the sound of Teka (my cat) purring on top of me. It’s soo warm in here… I open my eyes and get up, apologizing as I nudge the contented cat off of me. She gives me a little glare, but hops off the bed.
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Today, it is snowing. Roxy and I decide to go foraging since my stores of food are low. I put on a heavy wool coat and head outside. Roxy jumps around me, trying in vain to eat the snow as it falls. It hasn’t stuck to the ground yet, but it’s coming down fast, so we have to work quickly in order to find any food. Roxy heads off to sniff out mushrooms, but before long, she comes back to me to lead me to their location. I dig into the hard earth with my spade to uncover them; as I work, I think of how delicious they’ll taste in a soup, or sauteed, or with pasta, or with chickweed…
.
Roxy and I split up again so I can forage. I know I can find some onion grass around here somewhere… Before I find any of it’s delicious stalks, I come across a large patch of garlic mustard, which isn’t hard to miss. I gather most of it, but leave some growing. I think of how I can make a pesto sauce out of it and almost drool…
I call Roxy back since I have everything I need to make a delicious meal. It’s getting cold anyway
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Roxy and I snuggle up next to the fireplace when we get home, and Chickadee dances madly on my head. She wanted to come too, I suppose. “You snooze you lose!”, I say to her. “If you really wanted to come, you could’ve flew up the chimney, there wasn’t a fire going.” She cheep cheep cheeeeeps angrily. “Hey, you can still go! I couldn’t find any onion grass, you can bring some back for me.” She sits on Roxy and gives me a defiant glare, but heads towards the door. I guess she’s too good for flying up fireplaces… I think, as I open it for her.
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Roxy and I fall asleep, and the cats fall asleep on top of us. A while later, I wake to a sharp rapping at the window. It’s Chickadee; her beak and feet filled with as much onion grass as she can carry. I smile and quickly open the window for her. She drops the goods on the table, and I smile as I thank her vehemently. I decide that it’s time to make dinner, so I wash off our verdure and start to prepare… something. I don’t know what I’m making tonight. But it’s sort of like that every night.
.
I take the garlic mustard and grind it with a large mortar and pestle, as the garlic mustard’s tangy scent fills the house. I’ve decided to make pesto, and save my delicious mushrooms for later. I add in some basil, olive oil, and Romano cheese. Last summer, I traded a traveling merchant some of my herbs for the last two ingredients.
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When the dinner is finally finished, I sit down and eat. It came out wonderfully. I feed little bits to Chickadee and Roxy, but they go out to find their own food along with the cats.
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I go to sleep early, after some chamomile tea, courtesy of my wonderful herb garden. I lay down in my wonderful heather-stuffed bed and think about my wonderful day, and hope that there are many more to come. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
“Because it’s quiet in Our Reclusive Gardens. And that’s the way I like it.”
*yawn* Is it snowing?
((Okay, this is unrelated, very unrelated, but I was reading the Defining MuseBlog thread and I AM CONFUSED! You and Pseudonym are sisters? And Sudo is your friend from camp?))
(( Yeah. And Keiffer is Pseudo’s friend from school who I also know. ))
((Thanks for clearing everything up!!!))
“I hope the poor people in the cities don’t lose power?” I think ((like I did, until just recently when it came back on. :)+ :()) I tell the Traveler’s Clan to see if they can catch some mice or something for me. While they hunt, Ferah and I go outside to find some herbs and edible grass. I find some dandelions, thinking of how good they would taste in a salad, and also some forget-me-nots, to be used in perfume and fragrance. Ferah leads me to a secluded spot where hardly any snow touches the ground. There is lots of wild rosemary and thyme, so I gather nearly all of it, and head back. Along the way, I dig for acorns and mushrooms.
*****
After having a nice dinner of dandelion salad and meat and acorn biscuits, I make a fire. The warmth seeps into my chilled bones and rewarms them. I almost forget about the snow outside. The Traveler’s Clan curls up in a heap at the foot of my bed. Kit is next to the fire, and Mayl is under the bed. Life is good. I fall asleep reading The True Meaning of Smekday for the sixth time. I needed to get more books soon.
((Can we plan an excursion soon?))
I meditate today
It is calming, as always
Who would like some food?
Unless “meditate” has only two syllables, that’s not a haiku. If that’s what you were trying to write, that is.
I meditate now.
It is calming, as always
Who would like some food?
Still not a haiku.
How? I ask you L-
B-K it is five seven
Five. It is correct.
Oh, yes. Sorry, I
Didn’t register the “now”.
I thought ’twas the same.
*rubs eyes*
Is it spring yet??? I am hibernating with Mr. Bear….*yawn*
I guess it isn’t….
Might as well drink some tea…
*heads off to the H&H thread*
The snow falls down thickly and heavily. Through it I can make out shadowy figures trudging through the two-foot-deep white stuff. Is it LBK or Beedle? Oh well. Squee bangs her head off the door, asking to be let out. I watch her bounce off into the storm. It is very lonely without her, so I signal my neighbor ( ?? Who is my neighbor? ), asking en to come over for tea.
Today is cool, humid, and foggy, just how I like it. I take a walk to the beach (with Roxy, of course), taking the shortcut through the pine forest. As we approach the beach, I come to a sudden halt. Between the trunks of the last few trees, I can see a large, blue-grey mass through the mist, way out on the ocean. Roxy becomes aware of it as well, and begins to bark, her hackles raised. I silence her with a tap on the head. We slowly advance, and I notice that it is getting larger, and its shape more pronounced. Then I see the sails, and hear the sounds of singing and some sort of shrill instrument. It’s a trading ship! I run to a large boulder which hides my canoe, and paddle out. Roxy joins me since it is too cold for her to swim. A couple of times I yell at her because she keeps on wanting to jump out and greet them.
((WRITER’S BLOCK! I’ll finish this later…))
I wake up to my iPod on it’s docking station playing By The Time. I laugh silently at the hilarity of my iPod playing that song- even on shuffle!- to wake me up. I sit up and listen to the music as I get ready for the new day.
Don’t wake up
Don’t wake up
Come wake up
no, don’t wake me up….
It’s the early morn
Lights flick on
Sleepy eyes peek through
At something more…..
By the time I’m dreaming
and you’ve crept out on me sleeping
Tell me how am I supposed to care….
I switch my iPod to play a more happy song, stuffing it into my pocket. Today will be a good day, I decide as I jump down out of my treehouse. It would.
I wake up slowly to the sound of some birds chirping. The Traveler’s Clan has already left for breakfast, and Ferah, the deer, is still sleeping, along with my wungs. I quietly get up and grab an orange from my pantry before going outside. I climb up on the roof and sit, munching my orange with my knees tucked around me. It is still peaceful and the birds are still singing. Suddenly, the sound of something shrill breaks the peace, and I jump down from the roof. It seemed to come from the direction of the beach, so I hop on my bicycle and freewheel downhill to the sand. Beedle is just setting off on ens canoe, so I quickly go back to my house and get my boogie board. Paddling as quickly as I can in the cold, salty ocean, I grab the point of the canoe and use it to pull myself along. “Where are we going?” I yell, and Beedle looks down, surprised.
Aren’t you cold??
I’m wearing a 7 millimeter dry-suit, but I’m still a bit cold, yeah.
I jump from my hiding place into my small sail/row boat and grab the paddles in an attempt to catch up with Beedle and LBK.
I wake up and get ready for the day. I check on Mr. Bear and confirm that he is still asleep. Then, I make myself some breakfast and go outside. No snow today. I look around and decide to go on a nice long walk and then have a picnic. I pack a tablecloth, some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, take some napkins and juice, and put them all in a basket. I go to the park and say out loud, “What a beautiful day it is!” Then I sit down, eat my lunch, and head home for the afternoon. When I arrive at my house I look at the clock and realize how late it is! I quickly eat diner and dash to my bedroom. I turn on the TV and am relived that my favorite show is just starting. Weird how I’m not reading a book, but watching TV.
I quietly walk across the beach, picking up pieces of beach glass and sticking them in my pocket. It is very foggy and I see shadowy figures canoeing through the fog. I sit down on the beach and poke holes in the sand, then lie down and stare at the deep gray sky. The wind whistles.
As I am out on a midnight nature walk, I stumble upon the charming settlement of Our Reclusive Gardens. I decide that one could hapily pitch ens tent here for any length of pleasurable time and forget about the cruelty in the ‘real world.’ I build my house on top of a nearby stream. My bed is a boat that rocks gently every night but does not disturb the creek’s course. My bear-buddy Albert and I begin work on a fruit orchard for food and trade. I am content.
((Beedle will *finally* finish her post…))
I am half way out when I hear a voice, and scream.
“AGH! WHO’S THERE!”, I yell, before turning around and see LBK holding onto the back of my canoe.
“Oh. Hi. So you saw the trading ship? Oh look, there’s Ducky!
Quick help me paddle faster she’s catching up! MUAHAHAHA!!!We slow down so she can catch up. We go all the way out to the ship and start to see people. Beautiful, weathered faces, their bodies draped with bright clothes and jewels. A true motley crew- I see men, women, children, the elderly alongside the young, musicians, artists, smiths, fishermen- it seems like a whole village was uprooted and put on a ship!
I greet them:
“Hello! I am Beedle, and these are Ducky and LBK. We have houses on shore, you are welcome to set up camp with us, so long as you are respectful to the forest. Where are you from?”
A heavily accented voice ((I don’t know what accent, make it up yourself)) responds:
“We are from everywhere, yet we are from nowhere. Most of us have never lived off of the ship. We wander along the coast.”
Dr. Roberts sticks his nose in my open window, and I hold a head of lettuce out so he can eat it. Dr. Roberts eats the whole thing in two bites.
“Umm…okay. Would you like to trade?” Several of the people on the ship come out with rolled up blankets, which they spread out on the deck. There’s a variety of things on the blankets, from old, crumbling books to glistening blue sand-dollars to sea ferns. “Did we bring anything?” I ask Beedle and Ducky.
”Yes, I have eggs and masks with duck feathers on them, as well as other assorted objects.”
“Okay, I brought some cat masks and good luck charms. What about you, Beedle?”
“I’ve got some sunflower seeds, cherry tarts, and framed photographs.”
((…hello? Where did everyone go…?)))
Pax and Albert are here, and we bring produce from our orchard, ripe for trading. I am very interested in any rare books this floating village would be willing to let me buy or examine, and Albert is in search of the best smoked herring in the world.
All the snow has melted away! I skip outside and bounce around yelling and hoping no one is trying to sleep. I dive headfirst into the lake, which is pleasantly cool. Then I splash around, accidentally getting water in someone’s canoe. Oops. I tip it out. Well, that tipped the canoe over. I hope the owner isn’t mad.
Being as the weather has warmed up, my igloo has melted. I am now in need of a place to stay. But never fear! I pull out a tent from…somewhere and set it up. I will camp in this lovely wooded copse, filled with budding trees, early-blooming spring flowers, chirping birds, and an wireless antennae set up so I can access the Internet.
The reception is sort of scrambled. No use going on right now. I put it away and lean back, staring at the blue, blue sky through the branches.I roll over…and then over…and over. I roll all the way down the hill and across some fields and eventually hit a upside-down canoe, tipping it back up again. In the distance I see a gathering…Huh? Whassup with that? I thought there were only Musers here…
Covered in leaves and dirt form my roll down, I lumber towards them.
((After a while of being away…))
“Hmm… All I have is Roxy, but I’m not selling her.”
“Would you like to bring your goods on shore so we can trade there?”
They respond “Yes”, and follow me back to shore on rowboats filled with richly scented spices, beautifully colored fabrics, and unusual foods and dried goods. My stomach grumbles in response. I wish I had more things to trade…
We head back to get some more goods. I run back to my cottage to get some of the Travel Clan’s kittens. I scoop up four, put them in my shoulder sling, and run back to the beach. Beedle, KaiYves, and Ducky have spread out there wares on the sands, and I unroll my shoulder sling. On it, I put some lucky charms, a few handmade cat masks, and the kittens. One woman comes up and asks about my lucky charms. “Oh,” I say, “they help with all sorts of things. This one,” i hold up a black cat in side profile, “helps with harvest, and this one,” I hold up a jade cat head with red eyes, “helps with raising babies.” The woman shows me her things. She has an old book on legends of the sea, some healing ferns, and a spotted green egg. She says she doesn’t know what kind of egg it is, so I trade her two kittens and a lucky charm for the book and the egg. I sit back and wait for more business.
I wake up and look around. I notice something different. Is it the smell of the air? Or the sounds of the birds chirping away? I jump out of bed and rush to my calendar and figure out, that Spring is finally here! I wake up Mr. Bear and give him all the berries I could find. While he is eating, I whip up some apple pie, pumpkin pie, cherry pie, and all the different types of pie you can think of! I then take my megaphone (which I love, oh so very much) and say, “Hello. Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you would enjoy coming over for some pie, and as usual, tea.” Satisfied, I go inside and wait patiently for any pie lover that happens to stop by.
I smell pie….:)
In the distance, I hear YANSWAT calling us for pie. I roll up my blanket, pick up the egg, and head over to ((her?)) house. “Hello,” I say, heading into ((her?)) house. “Can I have some choklit pie? With whipped cream? Thank you!”
“Of course!” *makes special choklit pie with whipped cream* “Here ya are!”
((¡∩O⅄ ◖ƎƎN ƎM ¡¡¡Ǝ˥ԀOƎԀ ⋊Ɔ∀𐐒 ƎWOƆ))
“Ahh, thank you, Yanswat.” I take a bite of my pie. “Mmm, this is delicious.” I set down my plate and pull out the egg I got. “A woman from a boat traded me this. Do you have any idea what it is?”
“Thank you. It was a recipe handed down to me from my mom who got it from her mom, etc., etc. Hmmm….” *closely inspects the egg* “Well this could be A) An emu egg or B) my fear has come true and that that is in fact a T-REX egg….of course I’m no expert but it I can tell you that it is NO ordinary egg what-so-ever.”
“A T-Rex egg!?” I say, amazed. “Aren’t dinosaurs extinct? Or maybe they live in the center of the earth, like that movie…”
“Well, there’s yeti and talking octopi here, so I wouldn’t be too surprised,” I say. “But … what are we going to do when it hatches? T-Rexes eat meat.” I think nervously of my cats and goat back home.
“Really!? There’s talking octopi? I never knew that!” I look outside, and am surprised to see that the sun is setting. “Oh, dear. I should get back to my cabin now. See you tomorrow!” I set out for my cabin, hoping that the egg is gentler than a T-Rex.
“So long, LBK! Have a safe trip back to your house!” I say as I wave goodbye.
I walk slowly back to my cabin. A few members of the Traveler’s Clan are near the door, mewling for food. “Alright, alright. Back up so I can get in.” I shift the egg to my arm so I can grab the screen door handle. Once inside, I put the egg down on my wooden table and start making dinner. “Tonight,” I say out loud to no one in particular, “I’m going to make pasta.” I make some acorn pasta dough, then load it into my makeshift pasta maker. While it’s flattening the dough, I make some sauce, out of tomatoes from my garden and the dried herbs that I collected a few days ago. The pasta maker finishes flattening the dough, so I cut out ravioli shapes from it, fill them with moose cheese (I milked your moose while you weren’t looking, Beedle. Sorry!), and seal them. Then, I fire up my wood stove and put the ravioli in some water to cook. I settle into my used, overstuffed easy chair with the book I got today Ye Olde Sea Legends.
*****
After about an hour or so (Time barely has meaning anymore) the ravioli are done and ready to be eaten. I grab a bowl from my many mismatched cutlery set, and lay it on the table across from the egg. “Mmm,” I say as I take my first bite. The moose cheese is slightly sour, with a nice aftertaste. The sauce goes very well with it, too.
*****
About halfway through my bowl, the table wobbles. I look up, a ravioli dangling from my mouth. The egg wobbles a bit, and then a crack appears! I am stock still with anticipation. A tiny claw appears in the crack, which soon widens to fit a wing. Soon, another crack appears, and then the whole thing bursts open. “A tiny little flying dinosaur, a pteranodon, is sitting on the middle of my table, covered in mucus.” says my eyes. “No way. Look again.” says my brain. “We did.” says my eyes. “We never lie.” Meanwhile, the pteranodon is sitting up and blinking. It yawns, showing off rows of tiny, white, sharp teeth. It is purplish-blue in color, with gold eyes. Finally, my mouth wakes up.
*****
“Um…hi?” I manage to say. “Oh, real smart,” I think. “You have a dinosaur in your room, and all you can think of is ‘Hi’?” The pteranodon looks at me and squeaks. It wobbles over on its wings and puts its head in my hand. I scratch it and say, “Oh, you’re kind of cute! What should I name you…? Oh, I know! Ione!” Ione squeaks at the sound of her new name. “Come on, Ione. It’s time to go to sleep.” Ione flutters up to the ceiling and hangs like a bat, folding her wings around her. I climb into bed and smile. “G’night, Ione. Sweet dreams…zzzzzz…”
Awww…Squee wants to be friends with Ione…
She can, if people would COME BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay.
When I wake up in the morning, there is an empty depression where Squee usually sleeps. Yawning, I sit up and look around my cabin. Squee is nowhere to be seen. I get up and make myself some banana pancakes. (( OMG, I just had the desire to press Ctrl+S. *freaks out* )) I make sure to set out some nice walnuts for Squee, then leave. As soon as I step out the door, Squee bounces up to me, squeeing. (( I JUST REALLY DID PRESS CTRL+S. AAARRGHHH )) Then something smacks into my head. I look up and (( I’M FREAKING DOUBLE SPACING MY SENTENCES. CURSE YOU TEACHERS WHO MAKE ME WRITE ESSAYS )) gaze at the source of the throbbing spot in my head. A creature is flitting around in the air. It’s a flying lizard. (( DOUBLE SPACING. AAAH! )) Wait…a dragon?! A dinosaur? I only know one person who would have one of these. I set off towards LBKs house.
LBK? Now who’s not posting?
((Sorry…Not been on in awhile…))
I sleepily open my eyes to the sound of someone knocking on my door. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I stumble over to the door and open it. “Hello,” Magnolia says. Ione is flitting around the top of her head. “I believe this is yours. ” “Yes…” I mumble, holding out my arm. Ione looks at me for a bit, then lands on my arm and starts preening herself. “Grmph…Need more sleep…” I say. “Thanks…” I close the door and shuffle back to my bed.
((SORRY! Been very bust lately))
I wake up to face yet antoher day. I notice that it is raining outside. I instantly feel hyper and ready for the day to begin. I jump out of bed and dash to the door. I realize that I am still in my pajamas so I change and yet again, dash to the door. I grab my raincoat, rainboots, and umbrella and race Mr. Bear outside. We splash in puddles, have a water balloon fight (yes in the rain) and then walk into the house soaked from head to toe. I then have a nice warm bubble bath and go to sleep. Before I sleep, I happily think, why can’t all days be as nice as this one?
((Sorry for any spelling mistakes/grammar that might have occured during this post))
((ACK. PEOPLE. DON’T GO AWAAAYYYY!!!!))
I hear someone screaming for people not to go away and come running. I find Yanswat and ask en, “What’s going on?”
*sniffle* “People. The people are not coming and telling me what they are doing for their daily activities and I am getting quite lonely.”
Aww. Well, I’m here now. Let’s go do something together. Like…exploring? Yes, let’s leave this place, filled with sadness, and go mountain climbing and hiking up this beautiful scenic trail somewhere to the west. There will be wildlife and waterfalls and pine trees. I’m bringing my camera to take pictures. We can camp out and make smores and other campfire food and you can bring your wung if you have one. And we’ll leave a sign for other MBers to come and follow us, AS I’M SURE THEY WILL HEM HEM HEM.
When I go off to find some nice raspberries for breakfast in the morning, I notice a sign reading, “GONE EXPLORING. ALL WELCOME.” with an arrow pointing towards the west. “Hmm,” I say. I snap my fingers twice and Squee comes bouncing up. “Let’s go!” I tell her, and begin to follow the nearest beautiful scenic trail. I haven’t gotten very far when I see FantasyFan and SWAT. “Hello!” I say. “Might it have been you who had put up that sign?”
I blink and sit up. Feeling much better, I quickly throw on some clothes and rush outside, Ione in tow, to go explore with FantasyFan and Yanswat.
I wake up from a deep sleep, still a bit jet-lagged after my trip to the outside world. Hopping up, I change into jeans and my Holland T-shirt, grab an apple and my green hoodie, and run out the door.
The sky was clearing after the early morning rain, and I noticed LBK up ahead of me.
“Hi!” I said, catching up to her, “Where are you going?”
193.1.1.1.1–“Indeed it was! Do you wish to come along? The more the merrier!”
So far we have me, Yanswat, LBK, Princess_Magnolia, and Silver Leopard, with more room for as many who wish to join.
“If you’re ready to go now, we can leave to the Wonderful Western Wilds immediately. If not…We’ll leave anyhow, and any needs will be taken care of by this big magical hammerspace backpack, which has everything we could possibly need and more. Onwards to Adventure!!”
I say, marching up the trail, “Does anyone know any good songs to sing while hiking?”
“Onwards, onwards, onwards, ONWARDS TO ADVENTURE!” I chant.
“Hmm, songs?” starts to sing while skipping “We’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz!”
REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE REVIVE
I sing along with SWAT. “Because, because, because, because, becauuuuse…”
Marching along, I notice a stream, and stop at it, because I’m getting hot. I strip down to my bare feet, roll up my jeans, and wade through it. “Come on in!” I invite everyone. “Splash fight!”
REVIVE
Come on, people, you’re making me cry.
CURSE YOU, PREVIEW ERROR
((SORRY!!))
I turn around. “Oh, hi SL!” I say, smiling brightly. “How are you! Are you coming too?”
(( Thank you! I love you! ))
((SORRY AS WELL!
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I notice that I have fallen behind everyone else, so I decide to skip a little bit faster. I catch up with the rest of the group and say hello. I suddenly see a delightfully blue butterfly and wander off trying to catch it.
Let’s just say that I…wandered too far ahead or something.
I see P_M wading and give en a nudge to get moving because sometimes I can be very impatient and I want people to some back to this thread. Then I see YANSWAT wandering merrily away very close to the edge of a…is that a cliff? Luckily en’s not near the edge. The stream cascades off it in a sparkling blue stream. I can even see a rainbow. It’d make a perfect picture…I just need to get down the cliff. I hope the stuff I ordered from the Muse Academy Emporium arrives soon…/ end plug and attempted thread revival.
My attention is suddenly drawn away from the butterfly by the sound of rushing water. I take my eyes off the butterfly to notice that I am about to step off a cliff! I cautiously take a couple steps back and thank my ears that I didn’t fall off. I run back to the group and request that we go swimming in the stream.
I’ll go swimming. It’s pretty hot were I am, after all.
With a wistful sigh, I abandon my plans of rappelling down the cliff, if I can get to go hang-gliding later. Or maybe inner-tubing down it. With a camera, of course. Instead, I I jump in to the water, fully clothed–because doing things like that spontaneously is half the fun. This creates a minor tsunami that completely drenches anyone near the edge.
Now, I just have to wait for someone else to retaliate in the next part of this splash fight…
I scream as a wave of water hits me. “FantasyFan!” I gasp, and push her into the water, soaking her. She pops up, laughing. NSWAT shies away, then uses her hands to spray me. I splash her back. Soon we are very, very wet.
I leave the water to jump in it to get P_M and FantasyFan?!?! back. I scream “CANNONBALL!” and jump. After that, I give everyone a towel to dry off.
Because, clearly, NSWAT always has a towel on her. XD
I use NSWAT’s towel to dry myself off, then wrap it around my shoulders and wait for FantasyFan to be ready to walk off again.
xD Indeed I do.
“Where shall we wander off to now P_M and FantasyFan?” I ask.
Having fallen behind everyone, I hear a scream and catch up. I get to a pool of water below a thundering waterfall, and see everyone getting out of it. YANSWAT was also handing out towels, which I thought was very appropriate, considering her name.
“Aw…” I say, disappointed. “I’ve missed all the fun.” I clamber down the cliff and jump to the group in time to hear YANSWAT ask where they should wander off to next. “I saw dark forest off in the west earlier. We could go investigate it and see what’s inside. Or we could just have more fun here.”
A purple blur shot past the group, knocking everyone off their feet, and dove into the water hardly making a splash. The blur shot back out of the water with a large fish in its mouth. It landed at the top of the cliff and gulped down the fish. It stretched its large wings and yawned.
I stared. “Ione…?” I finally said. The Pterosaur looked down and spotted me. She swooped down and landed, nuzzling me affectionately and making a sort of growly purr in the back of her throat. I hugged her. “Wow, you grew fast!” I laughed snd scratched Ione on the head.
“A dark forest? Does it rain there? I do enjoy the rain~ it makes me happy!
I think we should investigate.” *dresses up like Sherlock Holmes*
“Yes indeed. Shall we?” I ask everyone else.
(COME BACK PEOPLE PLEASE!)
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“It’s a wonderful day, the skies are all grey, and it’s raining!” I sing cheerfully. “I love the rain. It’s so calming. I wish it would rain.”
*does rain dance with Fireh*
Um, can I join? This looks interesting. …Should I describe my cottage/place/trees/garden? Oh yeah, I just read this thread, people are doing that. If that makes any sense, which it doesn’t. Anyways, here it is:
My cottage is octogonal, built around a large oak tree. It is 2 stories tall and made out of gray, weathered boards. Inside, the first floor Is covered in handwoven rugs. There is a small spiral staircase built around the trunk of the tree. Kitchen things are also in this room, along with a large, old fashioned dining table. And 6 chairs. A couch, overstuffed chair, and 7 bookcases reside here also. Piles of books and drawing tools are all over the house. The second floor is similar, except for having 4 glass panels on 4 sides of the house, thus creating a open and sunny effect. All windows can be opened outward, like doors. A large, comfy bed, plus lots of pillows and a beanbag chair are on the west side of the house. This floor is even more cluttered with drawing tools and books. Now, onto the outside: The house has a large garden on one side. If you go northward, you will eventually find a small fath leading to a spring. If you continue to follow the path through the woods, you will come to a very small beach. However, it’s not to small to launch a sea kayak from! A small Island called Little Pond Island is easily reached, and it’s the perfect spot to read… Draw… Daydream… Swim…
Alright, now for the garden.
My garden is large, and crazy. First, there is a strip of flowers, including roses, and then a layer of herbs. I grow mint, camomile, sage, basil, oregeno,and more. The rest of the garden is vegtables. Tomatos, peppers, lettuce, peas, tomatios, onions, leeks, garlic, zucchinis, pumpkins, and squash. On the other side of the house there are apple and cherry trees.
What do you think?
SFTTPLive animals: 17 frogs living in a frog pond on the side of my house, 2 cats (Coco and Petrusa), 3 goats(one mini. Tritan, Apollo, and Macadamia.), and one horse. The horse is named Troy. The goats and horse run free during the day, and at night they sleep in a cozy little stable at the back of my house. Wow, I’ve done a lot of writing on this thread. Sorry! It’s just so awesome, I really can’t help it…
Sounds beautiful.
SFTDP Oh yeah, by the way, you start going down the path that I mentioned, you arrive in a certain part of Maine. (NOT where I live.) With no people in it. So, anyways, there isn’t actually a forest to the north of me. When you step on a certain spot northward of me, you arrive are in the woods of a Maine Island, where I have been before, but I can’t remember the name of. GRRR. Anyway, then you see Little Pond Island, which is no wheres near. You can get to it’s warm pond and lovely beach easily.
Mikazuki–It’s fine to join any time. At the moment, we are exploring a rainy, dark forest.
‘A dark forest sounds fine, even with rain, as long as there are no giant spiders in it’, I say.
I venture a little way down teh twisty old path covered in pine needles and shiver, because I’m still not dry, thanks to the rain fireh & Ducky called down.
A little way off the path is a low rock outcropping, almost a cave. Because I’m so cold, I kindle a fire to warm up.
‘Come on everybody!’ I call to everyone on the path. ‘Dry off and have some lovely toasted nuts and potatoes and smores.No campfire is ever complete without smores.’
‘Wanting to explore my new surroundings, I venture into a dark, rainy forest. I follow the path a little ways, and see firelight coming from a cavish sort of outcropping. I move a bit closer, and, seeing that the people gathered around the campfire look friendly, go to join them.
“Hi, guys!” I say. “Can I have a s’more?” ‘
Gah, I just really want this right now.
I run a little coffee shop and live out of the back. The coffee shop sells hot chocolate, lattes, anything involving espresso, chai, every type of tea, and Cokes. Pastries sold are biscotti and homemade cookies. It all smells like coffee all the time, and there are computers with free wifi along two walls, poetry that patrons have written posted everywhere, tables and chairs scattered throughout, and comfy black couches along the remaining two walls. All remaining wall space is taken up by windows, which let sunlight pour in to light up everything. Gentle music is constantly playing, and features Louis Armstrong and the Beatles heavily. I man the counter, dressed in one of the T-shirts that I sell and a bright red cape as the superhero Super-Barrista.
The room I sleep in, which is in the back, is simply a soft and squishy mattress on the ground, with three walls entirely taken up by bookshelves, which are full. The remaining wall is covered with band posters. In the back of that, I have my garden, in which I grow cherry tomatoes, apples, summer squash, and flowers of every color.
mmm… sounds yummy…
It’ll go excellently with the smores.
I enter the circle of people gathered around the campfire.
‘Hi, I’ve just moved in to this area. Is it pleasant?’
I chow down a s’more an some toasted nuts, and politely decline the offer of a potato. I smile at the people gathered around the fire and nom 10 more s’mores. Suddenly, I realise most of the people are staring at me.
“Um, hi, um, so, yeah, well, then, now, hmmm, what are you doing in here?’
SFTDP. What season is it? Are they any different here than in the “real” world?
Also:
‘I quickly duck out of the circle, before anyone notices, and go home. I forgot to make sure that my cats had enough to eat. After feeding the cats, I go outside and strech out on the warm grass, which is a bit damp, but not really since it was protected by my trees. After taking a nap, I decide that I am going to weed my garden. Everything is coming along well, and some things are ready to harvest. I go inside and take a cool sun shower to wash off the dirt, refill the sun shower, and run inside and grab a basket. I harvest tomatos, green beans, pole beans, purple beans, squash, and some herbs. Humming to myself, I put all the veggies and herbs away. I decide to go and get a book and then to climb to the top of my tree and read, when I notice a chest on the floor. I’ve kind of forgotten what, if anything, is in it, so I open it. Yay! It is a ton of seeds. I must’ve forgotten I had brought these. Well, I should plant these. I plant hemp, oats, and wheat in a nearby field. Maybe I can have flour!
Next, I go visit Tritan, Apollo, Macadamia, and Troy. I ride Troy through the meadow around where the spring is. Realising I need some water, I fill up a flask with enough water for dinner tonight. Troy whinnies, so I let him drink straight from the spring. In doing so, he steps on the trigger point.
‘Cake’ I say to myself. “Now he’ll have gotten himself all freaked out, and I’ll have a tough time catching him. Nevertheless, I do manage to catch him, but by then it is almost dark. I ride Troy back and put him in the stable. I was riding bareback, so I don’t have to worry about untacking him. I feed and water the horses and goats, and shut them in the stable. Inside, the cats are mewing for food. I feed them, and then go and make dinner. I read a while, do some stargazing with my telescope, and go to bed. A good day.’
I am getting a cow, by the way, and he name is Dana.
Seasons more or less follow the real world, but the onset differs. This is basically one big daydream, the weather’s perfect no matter if it’s a lovely, gentle snowfall or a sunny summer day.
I’m lying down looking at the stars when I notice someone slip away from the campfire. Yawning, I get up to follow her, but fall asleep halfway there on a sweet-smelling haystack.
Mmm…Sigh…I wish I could live here in real life.
As the warm sunlight hits my face, I yawn and get up. I throw open a window or two and go downstairs to make breakfast. I have some blackberries and cream from my cow. As I go outside to greet the day, I smell a hint of Autumn in the air. Better stock up food, I say to my self. Although most of the vegtables are harvested, I still have a lot to do to get ready for winter. First, I feed the animals and milk Dana and Macadamia. I put the milk and the ice box and haul out my water tank, which I fill from the spring. I set the sunshower to sunning and put the rest of the water in the house.
Time for harvesting! All the vegtables that are ripe I harvest, and all the fruit and berries too. I put my bounty in the cabnets. I think I’ll take this oppertunity to go swimming for the last time, so I head for the spring with my bathing suit and a sketchbook. As I step into my little dimension thingy, I feel happy to be alive. The path is windy and narrow, but I finally manage to get to my kayak and the sea. I pack my things in a kayak and paddle over to Pond Island. Time for swimming!
After a nice long swim, I lay in the sun and and sketch the birds, the clouds, te sky…
On a walk through the woods, I notice a new path, and follow it all the way down to a cabin built around an oak tree. I’ve never seen it before, so I walk around and look at the door. The mailbox next to it reads “Mikazuki”. I knock on the door. Mikazuki opens it. “Hello, and welcome to the neighborhood!” I say. “Do come over tonight. If you like, I can come here again and walk you to my cabin. Yes?”
“Sounds great!” I say to the person who has just knocked on my door. She must be one of my new neighbors. “Do you want me to bring anything? I have tons of vegtables out of my garden.”
“That would be lovely,” I say. “I’m Maggie. Pleased to meet you.” I shake Mikazuki’s hand.
“Okay.” I smile. “I’ll see you around….? Six?”
She nods, and I go to pick a basket of vegtables and milk my cow.
At five o’clock I begin getting ready for my little supper party. I sweep the floor, put a tablecloth over my small round table, and set it with my best earthenware dishes. I put a pot of water on the fireplace to boil the vegetables Mikazuki will bring. Then I set off to her cabin again, Squee bouncing at my feet. I knock on her door.
I hear a knock at my door and go to open it. Maggie is there.
“Oh, hi! I’ll just go get my vegtables!” I grab my vegtables, and follow Maggie out the door.
As I lead Mikazuki back to my cabin, Squee bounces around my feet.
“She’s so cute!” Mikazuki says. “How did she get you?”
“I don’t remember,” I reply. “I think with a Twix bar. Wungs like chocolate. I noticed you have a cow, what’s its name?”
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“Dana,” I say. “Oh, and thanks for having me over for dinner by the way. Is that your cottage over there?”
“Yup.” She tells me, and leads me inside.
(I’m sorry, I have no idea what your house looks like.)
“Have a seat!” I invite Mikazuki, and she sits down at my small oak table. I walk over to the sink and wash the vegetables she has given me. I then sit down across from her and begin chopping the vegetables. They smell delicious. [ By the way, is there some way I can shorten Mikazuki? ] I throw the veggies into a pot and get out some bread for us to eat. We begin conversing about
religion and politicsthe strange colony of puffins that appears to have made landfall at the lake.