I can imagine you'd sick of it. How long does it usually on for? Until September?
Fresh "This seems nice," said Sylvestra. The space they were in -- she had yet to see any walls -- was pleasantly dark by her standards, which made it uncomfortably claustrophobic and intimidating for most other people. She stretched her hands out, curiously, and her arms thinned and lengthened like spaghetti being extruded from a pasta machine and disappeared into the darkness. She still touched nothing. "Be careful," said Dr. Septopus as he noticed what she was doing. "You don't want to touch the edges of this space." "Why not? Where are we?" "Everything in here smells fresh," said the Green Lightbulb, walking out of the darkness behind them and standing just behind Sylvestra. He was pulsing slightly with a yellowish-green light and looked old. Wrinkles covered his face and hands, and his hair was greenish-white. "It's like a spring garden." Sylvestra sniffed curiously, then sniffed again harder. "It smells like new forest," she said. "I remember something like this... when I was shacked up with Baba Yaga for a few years, hiding from The Scavengers. She used to move her hut around the forests of Siberia at that point, and we'd go out every so often and terrorise villagers and their children." She smiled as though thinking of something pleasant. "Mostly it smells of petrichor," said Dr. Septopus, "but that's leakage from another dimension. If you find the leak, let me know as I'd quite like to put a stop to it." "You still haven't told us where we are, though," said Sylvestra. She turned around and it seemed like the darkness swirled with her. "It's nice here, why haven't you shared this with us before?" "We haven't needed to move the Headquarters of the Council of Nastiness before," said Dr. Septopus. "But after that little fracas with the Kalahari Kalamari and his friends, I think our old location is comprised. This seems a bit harder for people to find." "Yes, but where is it?" Sylvestra's tone took on a menacing note and the temperature around them seemed to fall a little. The Green Lightbulb shivered. "We're inside a Sphere of Annihilation," said Dr. Septopus. "That's why it's best not to touch the walls. Or try and hang anything on them." He eyed the Green Lightbulb suspiciously, who started shifting his feet nervously.
My memory is it usually gets bad for a few weeks and then starts clearing up. But with two wildfires in the area burning out of control - one of them since July 11th - and utterly no rain whatsoever, it's been rough. Fingers crossed we get a good downpour of rain tomorrow.
Lovely to have a visit from these three again. Even if their situation is, somehow, even more worrying than usual.
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I can imagine you'd sick of it. How long does it usually on for? Until September?
Fresh
"This seems nice," said Sylvestra. The space they were in -- she had yet to see any walls -- was pleasantly dark by her standards, which made it uncomfortably claustrophobic and intimidating for most other people. She stretched her hands out, curiously, and her arms thinned and lengthened like spaghetti being extruded from a pasta machine and disappeared into the darkness. She still touched nothing.
"Be careful," said Dr. Septopus as he noticed what she was doing. "You don't want to touch the edges of this space."
"Why not? Where are we?"
"Everything in here smells fresh," said the Green Lightbulb, walking out of the darkness behind them and standing just behind Sylvestra. He was pulsing slightly with a yellowish-green light and looked old. Wrinkles covered his face and hands, and his hair was greenish-white. "It's like a spring garden."
Sylvestra sniffed curiously, then sniffed again harder. "It smells like new forest," she said. "I remember something like this... when I was shacked up with Baba Yaga for a few years, hiding from The Scavengers. She used to move her hut around the forests of Siberia at that point, and we'd go out every so often and terrorise villagers and their children." She smiled as though thinking of something pleasant.
"Mostly it smells of petrichor," said Dr. Septopus, "but that's leakage from another dimension. If you find the leak, let me know as I'd quite like to put a stop to it."
"You still haven't told us where we are, though," said Sylvestra. She turned around and it seemed like the darkness swirled with her. "It's nice here, why haven't you shared this with us before?"
"We haven't needed to move the Headquarters of the Council of Nastiness before," said Dr. Septopus. "But after that little fracas with the Kalahari Kalamari and his friends, I think our old location is comprised. This seems a bit harder for people to find."
"Yes, but where is it?" Sylvestra's tone took on a menacing note and the temperature around them seemed to fall a little. The Green Lightbulb shivered.
"We're inside a Sphere of Annihilation," said Dr. Septopus. "That's why it's best not to touch the walls. Or try and hang anything on them." He eyed the Green Lightbulb suspiciously, who started shifting his feet nervously.
Greg - better not be until September.
My memory is it usually gets bad for a few weeks and then starts clearing up. But with two wildfires in the area burning out of control - one of them since July 11th - and utterly no rain whatsoever, it's been rough. Fingers crossed we get a good downpour of rain tomorrow.
Lovely to have a visit from these three again. Even if their situation is, somehow, even more worrying than usual.
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