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RumikoOhara
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Goddess & Benevolent Dictator
STATUS: Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference 5 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Rumiko Goddess of Chaos
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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
Bio
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
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@RumikoOhara I mean in the Discord lol. We know you're still a part of the game xD. We all just miss talking to you there
Don't have the link
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A tiny, isolated town nestled high in the Andes Mountains of Peru, Chuyllullo is afflicted with many preventable health and hygiene problems and it is due to its extreme Isolation only connected by a rope bridge to the rest of civilization. It has become one of the many projects concerning the Starchild Foundation but due to its limited personnel resources needs the help of outsiders so Infinity Limited has been contracted to do the job of building a proper metal bridge rated at 15 tons.
There will be delivered by Starchild three container homes by Helicopter as will be the building material.
The Helicopters had flown them from Cusco Peru high into the Andes to the town of Chuyllullo a place so remote they had no electric power before the advent of solar cells that were placed on the mountain tops two years ago by a small group sent by Starchild. But still they were Isolated.
The odd group that made up Infinity Ltd. was deposited near the location chosen by Starchild as the best spot to build their housing which was made of steel containers that had already been provided with all utilities and only needed placing and the interiors setup as living spaces.
The people of the town now surrounded the building site of the group playing flutes, drums, and guitars their voices raised in happy song. Among them was the Mayor of the town and the school children whose letters had begged for a bridge.
Wendy as the rep of Infinity went to the Mayor and children and accepted their accolades and speeches giving one of her own in Spanish which brought cheers and and music from the people.
Then she walked over to her people with a blushing smile saying ”Well they think we’re the Heroes of their dreams so i hope we can live up to it...Oh and there is a feast over there waiting for us to attend so we might need to sleep in one of the habitats because I can’t see us getting all three ready.
Where the Hell are we?
A tiny, isolated town nestled high in the Andes Mountains of Peru, Chuyllullo is afflicted with many preventable health and hygiene problems and it is due to its extreme Isolation only connected by a rope bridge to the rest of civilization. It has become one of the many projects concerning the Starchild Foundation but due to its limited personnel resources needs the help of outsiders so Infinity Limited has been contracted to do the job of building a proper metal bridge rated at 15 tons.
There will be delivered by Starchild three container homes by Helicopter as will be the building material.
The Helicopters had flown them from Cusco Peru high into the Andes to the town of Chuyllullo a place so remote they had no electric power before the advent of solar cells that were placed on the mountain tops two years ago by a small group sent by Starchild. But still they were Isolated.
The odd group that made up Infinity Ltd. was deposited near the location chosen by Starchild as the best spot to build their housing which was made of steel containers that had already been provided with all utilities and only needed placing and the interiors setup as living spaces.
The people of the town now surrounded the building site of the group playing flutes, drums, and guitars their voices raised in happy song. Among them was the Mayor of the town and the school children whose letters had begged for a bridge.
Wendy as the rep of Infinity went to the Mayor and children and accepted their accolades and speeches giving one of her own in Spanish which brought cheers and and music from the people.
Then she walked over to her people with a blushing smile saying ”Well they think we’re the Heroes of their dreams so i hope we can live up to it...Oh and there is a feast over there waiting for us to attend so we might need to sleep in one of the habitats because I can’t see us getting all three ready.
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Two Weeks Ago
Wendy was doing a bit of Cardio to the pounding beat of Heart’s ”Barracuda” when here computer Chimed in to let her know she had mail and then went back to playing the song many credited with why they received speeding tickets. She kept going finally finishing with Creedence’s “Run through the Jungle” 8 songs later and she was only mildly exhausted as she grabbed a towel then dried off the light sheen of sweat she had built up before checking who had called.
Ms. Wendy Wethers you are required under article 1179 - C997 of the Heath code provisions to report to the nearest Health Care Facility
::list provided Georgia. gov//Human Genome Project::
You have 30 days to comply failure may and will result in arrest under the provisions of the National Health Care Act
Wendy had to read the E-mail twice scarcely believing they would need her to report to a Doctor outside of her HMO for Genetics research; she was already tracked and traced genetically as part of the Escatawpa Oncology Genetics Foundation. Then she just smiled chalking it up to Governmental Logic and checked her schedule.
It wasn’t a major concern of her’s to visit a doctor for another test because since Hurricane Franklin she’d been a source of medical scrutiny, a long term patient, and confusing medical case study; she was the only Cancer victim of that disaster free from its ravages.
Wendy sat in a comfortable chair happy she’d managed to set and appointment so close to her home in Smyrna where she lived with an old school friend and her husband in the garage apartment her rent tutoring her friend Mandy’s twins and the occasional babysitting gig with the same. An exclusive center in the Affluent Vinings community it wasn’t as crowded as those she’d seen over the past week on TV which meant no standing in que.
As she waited to be called she was aware of the leers of two teenage boys and a businessman and smiled amused at their clumsy self control. She was used to being stared at by men and boys ever since she’d recovered from her bout with cancer.
So when the nurse called her name Wendy stood and decided to have a bit of fun and did a slow cat walk to the door the nurse stood by just to have a good laugh at how easily her admirers could be manipulated. She had to giggle softly which caused the nurse to give her a “What’s up?” look which Wendy answered with only a smile her bright blue eyes sparkling with delight.
When they entered the exam/phlebotomy room Wendy took her seat and handed the nurse her list of medicines and a print out of her vitals and blood sugar levels for the last 6 months; it was a common request she thought they also might have even if it wasn’t listed in the E-mail.
The nurse told her to wait and about 5 minutes after she left the phlebotomist appeared pushing the usual cart with the tools of his trade. A heavy set blackman about 50 years old his badge said Robert Dodson and they smooth way her applied the tourniquet and held the vials for her blood draw made her think he was an experienced member of his trade.
”I need you to hold still Miss Wethers” he said in a deep and calming tone
”No worries there Mr. Dodson, not my first time” she answered
His technique was as smooth as she expected so she almost could say she didn’t even notice the needle entering her skin.
”I must say I love your skill with a needle Mr. Dodson; i dare say this isn’t your first time either” she said making him look up and smile.
”I was a Pharmacist’s mate in the Navy 30 years, retired and now I’m keeping myself busy as a Nurse, so yes not my first time” he chuckled as he switched vials and it was over.
She climbed into her 72 VW Thing a gift from her foster parents when she went away to college and cranked the strange machine then pulled out onto the Road enjoying the strange looks the square body convertible garnered as she headed to a favorite BBQ starved because she'd skipped any food or drink since midnight last night.
@Almalthia
Api was amused by Lily asking if he had a nice trip from Iceland and answered with It was a nice flight and my mother paid first class which improved the flight as she used a whisk on the eggs.
Then she asked his help even saying that he had a choice in ingredients.
”I’d love to help and as for the other ingredients I’d say yes because I’ve never had them and love to try new things” he answered as he took the knife and cheddar.
He’d never had what she was cooking though he had heard of it and even seen them in TV and movies so he was momentarily at a loss the proper size to cut till he remembered it must be melted in a folded egg. So he sliced the cheese in long strings hoping he was doing it all correctly.
”I do hope this is the correct cut” he asked exposing the results to Lily
Lily Murphy
Api meets Lily
Api was amused by Lily asking if he had a nice trip from Iceland and answered with It was a nice flight and my mother paid first class which improved the flight as she used a whisk on the eggs.
Then she asked his help even saying that he had a choice in ingredients.
”I’d love to help and as for the other ingredients I’d say yes because I’ve never had them and love to try new things” he answered as he took the knife and cheddar.
He’d never had what she was cooking though he had heard of it and even seen them in TV and movies so he was momentarily at a loss the proper size to cut till he remembered it must be melted in a folded egg. So he sliced the cheese in long strings hoping he was doing it all correctly.
”I do hope this is the correct cut” he asked exposing the results to Lily
@Almalthia
Api listened to Lily talk and couldn’t help but get the feeling he was only part of the conversation; she reminded him of Vessi a friend back home who was shy after being sheltered by her family. He considered telling her he’d had Hafragrautur (A course oatmeal) this morning about 5 but he could tell she was trying to be friendly so her smiled and said
”I’ve never had an omelet before, breakfast at my mother’s table was a simple affair.” he paused to chuckle at the thought of how most Americans would see the way people ate where he was from then remembered she’d asked his name.
”I am Gunnar Grimsson but my friends call me Api, I am Icelander”
Then with his usual slight smirk a facial trait he always wore when trying to understand others took a sip of his tea neat.
It was a lovely blend and reminded his of a school trip to England though he preferred extra strong coffee his mom made which an English officer visiting described as needing to be stirred with a concrete trowel.
As he studied Lily he wondered when she’d tire of his company then banished such thoughts because it was first counterproductive and second she might be able to read minds the later thought making him think in poetic verse describing her as he saw her now.
Lily Murphy
Api meets Lily
Api listened to Lily talk and couldn’t help but get the feeling he was only part of the conversation; she reminded him of Vessi a friend back home who was shy after being sheltered by her family. He considered telling her he’d had Hafragrautur (A course oatmeal) this morning about 5 but he could tell she was trying to be friendly so her smiled and said
”I’ve never had an omelet before, breakfast at my mother’s table was a simple affair.” he paused to chuckle at the thought of how most Americans would see the way people ate where he was from then remembered she’d asked his name.
”I am Gunnar Grimsson but my friends call me Api, I am Icelander”
Then with his usual slight smirk a facial trait he always wore when trying to understand others took a sip of his tea neat.
It was a lovely blend and reminded his of a school trip to England though he preferred extra strong coffee his mom made which an English officer visiting described as needing to be stirred with a concrete trowel.
As he studied Lily he wondered when she’d tire of his company then banished such thoughts because it was first counterproductive and second she might be able to read minds the later thought making him think in poetic verse describing her as he saw her now.
@Almalthia
It had been an interesting past two days even if it was familiar in many ways but that was how things worked out. He was alone in the company of many the Huldufólk in this far away place. It is strangely comforting even if he still feels the chill of solitude, the breathless air of solitude; it is his place.
Because of his condition he pulled out a pen and an old Journal his uncle had given to him and began to write his right hand touching a silver amulet dedicated to Freyja he’d had since his 15th birthday.
He writes in small but precise strokes of a pen that was made for the captain of a ship washed ashore in 1926 after a storm. It is yet another quandary that is Api, he likes old tools and treasure them.
Api writes new rules in his journal
27 - Some people are so violent they lose track of their humanity and should be thought of as beasts on two legs - rabid beasts.
28 - Uncle was right about trying to figure out women, along that path lies madness; men and women are as different as dogs and cats
Then as he’s concentrates on writing he’s surprised by a voice, a girl’s voice.
“Good morning. I’m Lily. Would you like a cup of tea? I just made a pot.”
She had dark brown hair and green eyes and was perhaps 85 maybe 95 pounds, maybe shorter than he and her tone was gentle for an American.
”Ja, that would be nice” he said closing his pen then pulling the blotter cloth from his journal’s inside pocket
Lily Murphy
Api meets Lily
It had been an interesting past two days even if it was familiar in many ways but that was how things worked out. He was alone in the company of many the Huldufólk in this far away place. It is strangely comforting even if he still feels the chill of solitude, the breathless air of solitude; it is his place.
Because of his condition he pulled out a pen and an old Journal his uncle had given to him and began to write his right hand touching a silver amulet dedicated to Freyja he’d had since his 15th birthday.
He writes in small but precise strokes of a pen that was made for the captain of a ship washed ashore in 1926 after a storm. It is yet another quandary that is Api, he likes old tools and treasure them.
Api writes new rules in his journal
27 - Some people are so violent they lose track of their humanity and should be thought of as beasts on two legs - rabid beasts.
28 - Uncle was right about trying to figure out women, along that path lies madness; men and women are as different as dogs and cats
Then as he’s concentrates on writing he’s surprised by a voice, a girl’s voice.
“Good morning. I’m Lily. Would you like a cup of tea? I just made a pot.”
She had dark brown hair and green eyes and was perhaps 85 maybe 95 pounds, maybe shorter than he and her tone was gentle for an American.
”Ja, that would be nice” he said closing his pen then pulling the blotter cloth from his journal’s inside pocket
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