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Pandora: Undo revision 12468 by Pandora (Talk)

2009-07-18T04:54:32Z

Undo revision 12468 by Pandora (Talk)

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	PHILADELPHIA IS ON TEH EAST COAST NOT THE MIDWEST FFFFFFFFFF		PHILADELPHIA IS ON TEH EAST COAST NOT THE MIDWEST FFFFFFFFFF

	~~== Test ==~~

	~~And then the moon exploded.~~

Pandora: /* More Dreams */

2009-07-18T04:53:47Z

More Dreams

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			== Test ==

			And then the moon exploded.

Pandora: Yeah, this is what I managed to think up on the bus so far. Also random sections for easier editing?

2009-07-18T04:53:08Z

Yeah, this is what I managed to think up on the bus so far. Also random sections for easier editing?

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Pandora: Sandra was just a placeholder name, and accidentally the name of another character I'm using. I like Lucy better.

2009-07-18T04:31:30Z

Sandra was just a placeholder name, and accidentally the name of another character I'm using. I like Lucy better.

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Pandora at 08:22, 27 September 2008

2008-09-27T08:22:33Z

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	Sandra couldn't fight her way out of unconsciousness for a long time. She clung to the thought that she could beat the poison somehow, unable to even remember Zaza's cautions to her earlier. Every time her vision seemed to swim into view it was like she was 100 years tired though, and dragged clawing back down into dreamless torpor. She couldn't tell what was happening, couldn't even remember what had happened the last time she woke up, but at last either the poison, or her own desperation seemed to give way somewhat. She stayed awake a few long seconds, enough to see hunched over a quaint little desk the back of Madame Zaza. Something about that made Sandra feel dreadfully relieved, though she couldn't remember why. It was enough that this time her slide into sleep was not achingly painful like a knife wound.		Sandra couldn't fight her way out of unconsciousness for a long time. She clung to the thought that she could beat the poison somehow, unable to even remember Zaza's cautions to her earlier. Every time her vision seemed to swim into view it was like she was 100 years tired though, and dragged clawing back down into dreamless torpor. She couldn't tell what was happening, couldn't even remember what had happened the last time she woke up, but at last either the poison, or her own desperation seemed to give way somewhat. She stayed awake a few long seconds, enough to see hunched over a quaint little desk the back of Madame Zaza. Something about that made Sandra feel dreadfully relieved, though she couldn't remember why. It was enough that this time her slide into sleep was not achingly painful like a knife wound.

	She woke up from a sound sleep some time after that. Her ~~head~~ still ~~felt~~ fuzzy though~~, and~~ Sandra herself felt rather clear headed and grumpy. What ''was'' all that? She tried to recall the past ordeal, but had about as much luck as I would describing it. Sandra noticed she was lying in a collapsed state on her belly. "I hate lying on my belly," she thought inwardly		She woke up from a sound sleep some time after that. Her vision was still fuzzy, though Sandra herself felt rather clear headed... and grumpy. What ''was'' all that? She tried to recall the past ordeal, but had about as much luck as I would describing it. No idea how much time had passed. Sandra noticed she was lying in a collapsed state on her belly. "I hate lying on my belly," she thought inwardly

Pandora at 08:00, 27 September 2008

2008-09-27T08:00:42Z

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	"What are..."		"What are..."

	"Your curse it... it can only be broken by death. I am going to give you a tincture, a carefully brewed decoction of what they call nightshade...deadly nightshade. There is a small chance it will kill you, but if it ~~helps~~ I have already used it on myself and ...survived. If it works, if there is any hope for us at all, you will almost die. That should weaken the curse enough for me to break it. I warn you though, it will not be pleasant. But in your sacrifice, you will save your world."		"Your curse it... can only be broken by death." Sandra wanted to say something, but bit her lower lip. Was this going to be her murder after all? "I am going to give you a tincture," Zaza intoned, as if it were already fact, "A carefully brewed decoction of what they call nightshade...deadly nightshade. There is a small chance it will kill you... but I'm sure you were already thinking that. If it makes you feel better I have already used it on myself and ...survived. If it works, if there is any hope for us at all, you will ''almost'' die. That should weaken the curse enough for me to break it. I warn you though, it will not be pleasant. But in your sacrifice, you will save your world."

	"Please... I can't..." Sandra begged, clutching the arms of the chair, desperate to say yes. She longed now more than ever for what she had always wanted but never known, to save the world from the terrors she saw in it, anything would be worth that. But it was poison... "You're crazy," she shook her head, "I want to help you so bad, but... there's nothing to show me it would help, no evidence at all. It's just a dark room on a sunny day in the..." Sandra stopped talking almost alarmed as every word she said seemed to make the old lady sink lower into her chair, hunching as though being crushed by a great weight. Wearily, Madame Zaza raised her head, and her eyes looked tired, so tired...		"Please... I can't..." Sandra begged, clutching the arms of the chair, desperate to say yes. She longed now more than ever for what she had always wanted but never known, to save the world from the terrors she saw in it, anything would be worth that. But it was poison... "You're crazy," she shook her head, "I want to help you so bad, but... there's nothing to show me it would help, no evidence at all. It's just a dark room on a sunny day in the..." Sandra stopped talking almost alarmed as every word she said seemed to make the old lady sink lower into her chair, hunching as though being crushed by a great weight. Wearily, Madame Zaza raised her head, and her eyes looked tired, so tired...

Pandora at 07:26, 27 September 2008

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 Sandra nodded dumbly, waiting at the porch as the lady walked back into the house, talking in low tones deep inside. A thinnish looking man in a business suit came out looking a little dazed. He topped his hat to Sandra, walking over to the nearby liquor store where apparantly his car was parked. "Come in, child!" she heard out of the corner of her ear, turning back to see the old lady there holding open the screen. "I am Madame Zaza, and I am pleased to be of service to one so young as yourself."
-"Most of your uh... clients are older than me?" Sandra said, stepping over the threshold into the musty smelling house. Zaza nodded, and turning led her to the living room where there was a couch and some chairs set up. Sandra couldn't help but glance nervously at the sign that said "Palm reading $10 Tarot spread $20" "Sit down, please" Zaza gestured. Sandra sat down sideways on the couch. "I see you are troubled, child."
+"Most of your uh... clients are older than me?" Sandra said, stepping over the threshold into the musty smelling house. Zaza nodded, and turning led her to the living room where there was a couch and some chairs set up. Sandra couldn't help but glance nervously at the sign that said "Palm reading $10 Tarot spread $20" "Sit down, please" Zaza gestured. Sandra sat down sideways on the couch. "I see a troubled little thing has come into my home today."
 "Would I have come here if I wasn't?" Sandra quipped nervously.
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 Sandra ran home that afternoon. She didn't have a home to run to. Just ran through those strange streets and into that strange dormitory, ignoring the strange people on the strange floor she lived, and cried her eyes out on that strange bed that didn't even seem to be her own. Maybe Zaza was right, Sandra thought, maybe there is nothing better to do than just kill myself. It was at that point Sandra realized, "I...never told Madame Zaza my name."

Pandora: Oooh, the second magic appears!

2008-06-06T07:14:44Z

Oooh, the second magic appears!

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	Sandra blushed at that, but the fluttering doubt in her chest was pushed aside by a sudden flare of frustrated bravery. "Magic," she answered looking up. "I want magic."		Sandra blushed at that, but the fluttering doubt in her chest was pushed aside by a sudden flare of frustrated bravery. "Magic," she answered looking up. "I want magic."

			"You know what I'm going to ask you now," Zaza said in a grave voice.

			Sandra nodded slightly, "I know I need to explain... what's magic anyway. It's like... like, balance, like hope, but not exactly that. Every..." her eyes clouded and she looked down again, "Every breath I take seems to be hurting someone else. We humans are destroying our planet and there's no way to stop it. But it's not even the humans that are the problem. All we are looking for is food, water, shelter, the acceptance of friends, comforts of family. Most humans are miserable, always trying to succeed, but only ending up destroying. They're caught along with the rest of us... bears and wolves kill to eat, scavengers destroy bodies to survive, even plants only exist because the sun is slowly sacrificing itself, pouring all that sunlight onto our planet here."

			"That's why... I was studying physics a year ago, you know. That's why I studied it, because I wanted to find a way to make things fair, some secret energy source, or something..." Sandra looked up again tears in her eyes, "Even the sugar in cookies! I can't bake cookies anymore, because the sugar came from such a horrible place! I don't think there's any way out now. The most advanced top special scientists in the world can't fix it..."

			"And surely," Zaza concluded for Sandra who wiped her sleeve across her eyes, "You could not possibly be greater than they. Your knowledge is not enough."

			"That's why I was studying," said Sandra with a sigh, "But I wasn't getting anywhere, and I didn't see how studying the same thing they did would get me to a different... result. I'm not even half as smart as the top scientists are."

			Madame Zaza leaned back, clasping her fingers together. A canny glint was in her eye when she added, "I think you should tell me more about yourself. Your life and your habits, if you look at them you may be able to find what is wrong."

			Sandra gulped, "I have to let you know I didn't bring any money--"

			"Oh don't worry!" the madame cooed, "I have a feeling we can solve it this very day, and if not we can talk about payment on your second visit. I'm sure I'll be able to find something you can use as payment."

			Sandra didn't like the direction this conversation was going, but the old lady didn't seem to be stopping her so she went on. Talking about her life and her problems as a child, her ambivalence and constant struggle with school, the strange relief she felt when away from her family, independant for the first time..."

			"Sometimes, sometimes when I look in the mirror, it just doesn't look right. I look fine I mean, but what I see just isn't me. It's someone else standing there looking in the mirror..." Sandra went on and on.

			It was halfway through the afternoon when Zaza's incessant and provoking questions were answered, and she smiled over her clasped hands. It wasn't a delighted smile though, more of a triumphant one. "Your life," she drawled, "Your life seems to be quite the curse, does it not?"

			"No life is precious!" Sandra protested automatically, then chewed on her finger, "I mean, nothing has ever really gone wrong in my life, it's just..."

			"A curse," Zaza repeated. "And a terrible one at that. A wrong that you cannot right, that you cannot even see. You are blind to your own hardships."

			"So what are you saying," retorted Sandra agitatedly, "Kill myself?"

			"In a manner of speaking," Zaza affirmed. Sandra stood up then stiffly and started to walk toward the door. "We're done here. This was a waste of time."

			"Sandra, wait!" Zaza called out, standing in a rush of cloth and tassels.

			"You're just trying to get me to jump in front of a train!" Sandra yelled at her, "You were my last hope and you're just a manipulative old hag trying to hurt people!"

			"Sandra stop, a train probably wouldn't even work! Please, just listen--" but all Zaza had to speak with now was the slamming of a front door.

			Sandra ran home that afternoon. She didn't have a home to run to. Just ran through those strange streets and into that strange dormitory, ignoring the strange people on the strange floor she lived, and cried her eyes out on that strange bed that didn't even seem to be her own. Maybe Zaza was right, Sandra thought, maybe there is nothing better to do than just kill myself. It was at that point Sandra realized, "I...never told Madame Zaza my name."

Pandora at 06:45, 6 June 2008

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 "Authorities--?"
-"She doesn't have a business license that's all," the teacher was scribbling on a scrap of paper now, handing it out to her. "Here, call this number and say Barry Flandwater sent you."
+"She doesn't have a business license that's all," the teacher was scribbling on a scrap of paper now, handing it out to her. "Here, go to this address and say Barry Flandwater sent you."
 "She knows you?"
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 "Ha ha, well let's just say I'd like her to remember my name once and a while."
-Sandra pulled out a little scheduler and wrote his name down in it, along with the number. "...sure, I'll do so." Then she looked at her little watch exclaiming "Oh shoot, lunch is--!" running out of the classroom door this time while tearing the cheese roll out of her napkin to wolf it down.
+Sandra pulled out a little scheduler and wrote his name down in it, along with the address. "...sure, I'll do so." Then she looked at her little watch exclaiming "Oh shoot, lunch is--!" running out of the classroom door this time while tearing the cheese roll out of her napkin to wolf it down.

JonBuck: Removing WIP.

2008-04-04T23:13:43Z

Removing WIP.

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