Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 347 My Resurrection
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Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Breakfast with my old classmates was fun. We had it in the Kids' House, Carol having fetched a good supply of food from the Adults' House; not that she really needed to get much as most of our guests were girls. They eat like sparrows at the best of times, and even less when they'd rather talk.
A couple of the people I'd called hadn't come because they'd made the mistake of telling their parents where they were going, and their parents had vetoed the idea of their going to a home that had people shooting at it. Most of them came though, usually after phone calls to check it was safe.
I proved to them that I was Mark, mostly by reminding them of funny and embarrassing things they'd done a couple a years ago. The incidents that weren't public knowledge I whispered to the victim, causing some good blushes. All of the girls had had some kind of sexual relationship with Mark1 (I was Mark2 now). We hadn't necessarily had sex, but there'd been at least some flirting and teasing, so I knew some amusing things to embarrass them with.
Julia was convincing too: "He's Mark all right. We can't go out until the craziness dies down, so we've spent HOURS having sex. He can go forever, just like the old Mark could. Ron was very good, especially because he was so sensitive, but no one had Mark's superhuman endurance. It's a very convincing proof. But I feel doubts coming on, Mark, so you'd better prove it to me again tonight, haha."
In the following discussion, most of my old classmates accidentally called me Ron quite often. Even though Ron hadn't gone to their school, they'd met Ron many times and I still looked exactly like him, so "Ron" popped out more than "Mark". I didn't make a big deal out of it, or even a medium deal. I'll leave those highly repetitive bloopers, consequent apologies and my dismissive replies out of the description of my sort-of classmates' visit.
Having convinced them that I was Mark, I got their notes and one of each textbook off them, and excused myself to put them away. I carried them up to the bedroom level, then flew them down the escape chute to my secret study, divided them into thirty one piles and laid them out on the floor. I rejoined the breakfast conversation (to be precise, my body and one of my minds rejoined the conversation), while all the rest of my minds were studying through a sight blob in the secret study.
I played, "So what happened to..." a few times, to make my coming back seem plausible, but mostly they talked about their plans for summer. I'll give you a clue what plan they spent most of the time talking about: it started with Julia asking, "Would any of you like to go to Italy for a week later this summer?"
They all answered in the affirmative.
Prof and Vanessa were talking about going to Italy for a week, which left a lot of spare seats in the plane that were desperately crying out to be filled.
Julia and the girls starting planning the trip, which largely involved discussing what stores they wanted to visit. They knew the store names and the best streets in each city. I'd say it was unbelievable, but it was unfortunately all too believable. Since Vanessa got her big jet, Julia's, Carol's and Ava's friends have had five overseas trips. They're eager for more, especially because it's not the same people that go each time. Our school's senior girls are solidly plugged into the international fashion and shopping scene, and I'm confident that they have knowledge of the shopping districts of Paris, Rome and Milan that far exceeds that of the girls of any other school in America.
The five guys and I rolled our eyes at each other (I'd invited two guys, the other three were friends of the note-lenders). For all the guys' eye rolling, they were still eager to get a free trip to Italy.
What happens on these trips is that the plane is pretty much filled with girls in a total shopping frenzy. There might be seats in the corners for a few boys, who're ignored for the duration of the trip, other than being told to carry bags if we're nearby. We - the other boys and I - do our own thing for the duration (we CERTAINLY don't want to do the girls' thing!). I've been to Paris twice, Rome twice and Milan once, which is enough. I've seen all the tourist things those cities offer that interest me, and it's not as if I go to keep Julia company because she does nothing but shop and talk about shopping, even on the flight back.
I suggested, "Julia, how about some other time over summer, we have a boy-girl romantic week away? I'd like to go to somewhere like Noumea for a week's scuba diving. We could take an equal number of guys and girls, each pair would have their own individual room, and we'd lie on the beach working on our tans. I might need one by then, haha. The guys would enjoy that more than fitting into the corners of a shopping trip."
Most of the guys were nodding their heads VERY vigorously and grinning from ear to ear, especially because showing lots of enthusiasm might help their chances of being invited. Tropical island, girls in bikinis, own rooms; it was a HUGELY better than a shopping trip. The only guy not nodding must not have had a girlfriend.
Julia asked, "One guy, one girl. Which girl would you take?"
She was teasing. She knew I'd never take one of my girls and leave the other two behind. I'd been explaining the rules for everyone else, NOT for me. Rules don't apply to ME! What a silly thought.
I answered, "Maybe the plane will have to make two trips, the second one to fetch my girls."
Julia said, "That's much better; for a moment I was worried about you. It's a good idea. It'll have to be late enough in the summer that Ava's arm is not troubling her."
"Yeah. I'm confident she'll heal fast enough. Let's see, I'll take you, Ava and Carol. I think I'll ask Donna too. She loves the water and hasn't been on a trip like that."
Carol agreed, "Great idea. She'll be thrilled to be included. We should invite her to Italy too. She's getting into fashion."
"Yes. It's sad how all girls go insane at that age. Oww! Oww!" One disadvantage of having Julia and Carol sit on my lap is that they can retaliate VERY quickly.
When I got a chance to resume my counting, "You two bruisers, Ava, Donna. Pat will be good to take because lots of the girls go topless on French islands."
BOING went the guys' eyes. Now even the guy without a girlfriend was eager to come, if only for the sightseeing.
Julia teased me again, "Trust you to know useless facts like that."
"To me it seems like a more useful piece of knowledge than the exact sequence of clothing stores down every street in the fashion district of Milan."
Carol said, "Donna will DEFINITELY want to come."
We were in company, so I lied, "I never thought of that. Yeah. She probably will. I was trying to count my girls. Let's just say seven in total, plus me is eight. We'll need a big suite. That leaves twenty two seats in the plane. I'll invite eleven guys, and let them choose which girls they want to take. You five guys here, and six others."
Now that I'd specifically invited the current group, the guys' enthusiasms LEAPED up, closely followed by the amount of noise they generated. Only one boyfriend-girlfriend couple had come this morning, and the guy was VERY nervous over his girlfriend's decision about whether they'd go or not. When she agreed a minute later his "VERY nervous" turned into "VERY happy". It was clear who wore the trousers in that relationship. He should try being a Lord for a while; it makes getting sex much easier.
There was a period of random, chaotic questions, none of which mattered much so I won't bother recording them here. One problem emerged which had an amusing aspect. It came out of David being sad that he didn't have a girlfriend. To his absolute delight, I said, "Girls - all of you - I'm putting you in charge of making sure David gets a girlfriend for this trip. You've probably got about two months to matchmake him enough that a girl will spend a week living in a hotel room with him. Are you up to the challenge? It looks like you've got bad sunburn already, David. Maybe you shouldn't go?"
Julia said, "It'll be EASY. I know some girls who're interested in David. Leave it to us. David, keep Friday and Saturday evenings free starting after exams are finished. We'll set you up with dates with three or four girls and you can take whichever one you like the most."
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So this is just a small basis on the story for anyone who wants to write and do things. If you want to ignore this, then, by all means, go onto the next chapter. This story is about the main character, you, getting resurrected into a world of fantasy and magic! Amazing, right? Well, yeah, it is. Now anyone who is wanting to write can write, I don't mind at all, however, if you do want to, please do listen to this part here. There will be a chapter called 'Character Selection' or something like...
FantasyCHAPTER 4: The next morning was another first. They shared a shower and much more …In Jake’s truck on the way back to the hospital where Bobbi’s cruiser was still parked, he suddenly veered toward downtown. He asked for the best breakfast place in the town with sweet rolls for sale. Bobbi shifted in the seat, jerking her service belt a bit to allow more movement. “Breakfast I understand, but why the sweet rolls?”“When we walk into the hospital together, I want to be able to say I took you to...
The Dei-Xhan removed his mask and looked down upon the giant of a Gnathar child, disbelieving. The same spell that had incinerated the Gnath had not only been cleaved in half by the child's weapon to explode harmlessly down slope, but neither axe nor Gnathar were damaged in any visible way. "Boy, where did you acquire that weapon?" the sorceror inquired in an almost haughtily cultured manner. Jonar gazed implacably up at the sorceror and shrugged. "Not that it will matter to you, but...
Sunday, June 19, 2005 (Continued) When Carol and I arrived back in the study, the parents were talking about the mansion-buying AGAIN - was there no end to it? They stopped, letting me say, "Carol's game has finished. It served its purpose and Carol lost the mood when she and I started talking normally..." "Thank you VERY much for it," interrupted Carol. "I had a GREAT time. That was the first time I've been able to do that, and it was even better than I'd imagined. Especially...
Alessandra is awesome, lovely and lonelyAlessandra sits lonely at home. No more school to suffer. Still she suffers at home, mostly all alone. Only her elder bro Rob shows some understanding and sometimes offers her his helping hand. To avoid a complete scholarly stand still, he borrows her his computer and shows her sites, where she can pick up some useful knowledge for free. Later, he takes her along running a few times a week, to keep her in some shape. Linda is still her only friend in...
Friday, February 1 to Wednesday, May 7, 2008 In the 9th week of having 128 minds, something totally unexpected happened: we were mid-déjà vu and another one started, creating a three-way déjà vu. It took us to a linkage totaling 192 minds, and our proximity senses - all three of them - immediately jumped in range and level of detail. A check of the number of NP-fingertips a mind could create, their maximum size and forcefulness, and a few other quickly performed tests, confirmed that our...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...