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Nico smiled: "Shopping for clothes it is!"
Not much later, Maaike and Nico found themselves at the Portal de l’Àngel in the heart of Barcelona. Nico had driven the car there and had actually managed to find a parking place for the car. Even with his knowledge of the city that was no small feat. It was around 10:30 in the morning and it wouldn't take them long from here to drive to the airport: about twenty minutes, half an hour at the most. This gave Maaike about two hours to shop for the latest Catalonian fashion - the Portal de l’Àngel offered expensive, but also very fashionable clothing. Or she could be done sooner and he would be able to show her a little more of the city.
Oh, by the way, as you know The Dreamcatchers is more or less the plot of a book I am writing (or I was writing, or I'll will continue soon)... anyway, the story has a premise, a development, and it will have an end.
I am changing, adding and twisting many things from book to sim, but the story is more or less the same, and... well, sooner or later it will come to its natural resolution. Just to point out that this is not an open sim, but a story with a precise target.
(No, we are in no way near the end yet).
Awesome, I had no idea!
"Of course, you are tired." The creature nodded in understanding. It was amazing how fragile the creature seemed, but at the same time very authoritive. The group hadn't realized before, but the creature seemed to be glowing, or at least he was a bit brighter than the rest of the room. It was the same kind of light that the orbs that had led them here had been shining. The creature came even closer and could now speak to them without raising his voice. It also became clear now that his robe wasn't grey, but was actually between light blue and light purple. The strange thing was that the moment you decided it was one, it seemed to shift more towards the other.
"I am afraid however, that I can only allow you to rest for a short moment; we are not safe here." Although it was hard to tell for those having arrived from Stark, the creature looked troubled. "I do have some clothes for all of you, should you want to change. I would advise you to do so: your current clothing does make you stand out." It was true: almost all of them were wearing clothes from Stark. Only Karen was dressed in Arcadian clothing, but even her clothes were a bit uncommon.
"Please", Ku'untook said as he gestured to the back of the house, obviously indicating that the group should move there.
If you keep running this awesome sim in this way, I'm sure we'll take the prize home next year as well.
"I couldn't get us booked for anything sooner than two o clock this afternoon, check-in time at one. So I guess we have some time left. Want to see the city?" Nico felt like he owed Maaike at least a bit of sightseeing or some other form of fun.
"My name is Ku'untook" the creature spoke. "I come from a people called the samare. I am sure you have many questions and I will try to answer those I can, but we do not have much time."
Yup: big mouth, bad idea. Even if he was capable of flooring this man, which was a site way to get himself fired, there was no way he could fight all of these guys who'd no doubt step I to help their comrade. He decided to give it one more shot and was meanwhile hoping that Sapphire was paying attention and would call security. "Well, sir: good behavior earns respect and I must admit that so far you have shown little of that." All the funny had gone out of Bruno's voice and it had cost him a lot of effort not to make the word 'sir' sound sarcastic.
Meanwhile Jonas was talking with Brad as his ship was setting down with the same ruckus it had made on its initial landing. "You had me when you said the pay is good on this one", he told his friend. "You almost lost me when you told me this'll be a legal job, though." He winked and smiled. Meanwhile, Brad's men had gone inside, both to make some quick repairs to the ship and to connect the sewer lines to the hazmat tanks. Before long, goo was being transferred with indeed some awful loud noises.
Seeing more of the corridor, Shadai could now tell that the room she'd just left was one of the bigger ones, which meant the other ones were probably offices. But she also noticed that down to the left the corridor ended in... The exit! It was still a good 50 feet away, but the corridor ran straight to it. Unfortunately, it also ran past the reception office. Then, suddenly the door to the office right next to her opened.
He was a bit taken aback by all the luxury; he'd actually expected things to be much more rudimentary. These people were obviously doing fine in the housing department. So why did they have so much trouble finding enough people to settle here? Somehow he suspected this Robert might be behind that.
Euan walked over to the master bedroom and put the bottle of liquor on a table below one of the windows. He then went through the house, turning on several lights and closing the blinds. Although he actually felt a bit tired, he wouldn't go to bed yet: it was time to find out if there was anything I the house he could use to contact his friends. The phone seemed like a good starting point for creating a radio, but he'd need other parts. And tools, but they had taken his tool belt from him. Euan worked his way through the house, looking for parts he could use our things he could use as tools. The kitchen seemed like a good starting place for that.
Congratulations go to Giorgio, who not only won the Character of the Year Award, but also the GM of the Year Award (and let's face it: he is an awesome GM) and Dreamcatchers won the Sim of the Year Award. And we as players can all take a bit of credit for that as well, I'd say.
Just to let you know: I'm planning on posting soon, but I'm currently at work and therefore unable to post longer posts.
For now I wanted to let you know that TLJ was nominated for the Sim of the Year Award and although we didn't win, I think we should be honored to have been nominated. And congratulations to Giorgio, whose sim Dreamcatchers did win the Sim of the Year Award. Well deserved, because it is a magnificent sim!
As a very pleasant surprise I won the SL of the Year Award, something that I in no small part owe to all the players here as well. Because a sim, and therefore SL, is nothing without the players. So I must say thankyou all for your engaged playing and this award is also for all of you!
Just wanted to let you know that the Odyssey sim didn't win the Sim of the Year Award, but the nomination in itself was of course also honorable.
I was excited to be the winner of the SL of the Year Award and must thank you all for this too. Because what is an SL without players who make the sim great? So in my eyes this award as meant for you as much as it is meant for me.
Yay for us!
August nodded. The transportation was something he'd have to take care of. They did have a shuttle, but that seemed a bit excessive for this. Then there was the mule, which was in no way extraordinary or very comfortable. But if Lizzy wanted to keep things low-key, then it would probably do.
Well, if the site is true to its name, it would surface again before long.
Nico smiled as he put his packed bags on the floor in the living room: "Sometimes people tell you a lot by not telling you anything." Reactions of a person were powerful communication tools indeed. "Also, I want to check out the location of the burnt down factory." For which they wouldn't get permission, but Nico had learned a long time ago that money goes a long way.
"Oh, you want to buy this floor? Why didn't you say so? Let me get the captain so that you can discuss price with him. Will you be taking it with you, or will you be eating it here?" Bruno was well aware that having a smart mouth wasn't the best thing to do right now, but in situations like these he couldn't help himself.
I can see how this seems to be a good option considering the technical parts and also in regards to copyright. The way I see it our own data will remain our own, Osprey; there shouldn't be any trouble there. And no, not all sims will be converted to PARS: that is up to the sims. Both our system (and as far as I know Euan is still working very hard on version 2) and PARS will run alongside each other.
Although I certainly understand and sympathise with Silent's issue and that of others, I must admit that I see no solution for this other than excluding certain individuals from joining and I am very weary of that step, because that comes down to, in my opinion, doing something that goes against everything this community stands for.
Nico felt a bit guilty: he had dragged Maaike to Barcelona and she probably had hoped to enjoy the sunny weather and warm climate here for at least a bit. The Irish climate normally was a poor substitute. But she didn't seem to mind, so the feeling of guilt quickly passed. "Of course", he said, answering both her questions. He'd need to pack his own stuff as well. But first he needed to book them a hotel. He went online and looked for a suitable place in the capital of Ireland. Another benefit of his work: he needed to travel a lot, so he often knew a good hotel or two in larger cities. He had been to Dublin before and it therefore didn't take him long to make reservations at his usual hotel, with the obvious difference being that he now had booked two single rooms instead of one.
As soon as he was finished, he went to his own bedroom and started packing his bags.
This was bizarre, to say the least. But Nico felt that he had enough leads to push forward. He expressed his enthousiasm by slapping Maaike on the shoulder. "Awesome work, Maaike! How do you feel about tagging along to Dublin?" Nico was a man of action: if he saw a lead, he grabbed onto it and followed up on it. It was a quality that had served him well in the business word; hopefully it would do the same for him now. He wanted to see where the chemical plant had once stood himself.
Ronon's remark reminded all that they would have to bring enough light to illuminate their path. They seemed ready to start. At Brad's word, his people could start draining the sewers, pumping the liquid god knows what out of the pipes to store them in large tanks. They would have to be very careful not to spill or breathe any of the stuff, though. The pumping action itself would take little under half an hour, if Brad decided to use all his pumps. That however, would make a hell of a lot of noise which in turn would no doubt draw the attention of other ship crews docked there. And those probably wouldn't be too happy with all the toxic waste getting stored at Brad's.
Jonas Drake had been listening to the others discussing their plan in silence, but now leaned forward and spoke: "You need my help for anything in all of this?"
Ryan smiled. "Thanks, I'll head to bed then. Good night." He turned around and left Mary Lou's house to walk to his appointed prison. Well, not directly a prison, but since he wasn't free to leave or anything, the description felt apt.
He entered the bungalow, still carrying the bottle of booze. He looked around, both to see in what place he would spend the night and to find a light to turn on.
"No idea", Nico said absentmindedly. He thought back at the woman he'd seen in his dream and for some reason knew that she had been the real Jennifer Ryan. "But it seems connected to the woman in my dream. Why would she choose to look exactly like Jennifer Ryan if there wasn't some connection?" Then Nico thought of something else: "Your info stated that Jennifer wasn't exactly the social type, nor did she get along well with her family. But what about her job? Was she in any way professionally connected to te family company and if so, what was her job?" Perhaps there was a connection between Jennifer's professional life and her accident, or maybe there even was a connection between her work and this dreamworld.
We talked about the awards being a live chat event: shouldn't we post a link to the chat room?
Which is another way of me asking: what will be the link to the chat room?
"No, we can provide that service." It was in fact part of August's plan. "It's there anything we need to do to help you prep for your performance?" August almost felt sad to see how the once cheerful Lizzy had grown so solemn. Almost, since he never grew attached to people, he told himself.
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