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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 12:35 pm
  YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S OLD TEA KETTLE stage one: cute as can be, she'd be proud of me!
There are small particles floating in the air near death valley. They emit a strange glow and don't SEEM dangerous. You capture one and store it for observation. Which container will you be using?
You chose: your grandmother's old tea kettle
"Grams would want me to put her kettle to use and since tea gives me hives, this is the best way! Oh I’m so excited; I wonder what this'll grow into." As your mind wanders off into lala land where houses are made of candy canes and roads are made of licorice a strange echo is heard throughout your home.
"oOoOoOoOoOo"
This cry interrupts your David Hasselhoff/Candyland fantasy [which was JUST getting good]. Feeling QUITE annoyed you follow this noise into your bathroom while still holding the kettle in your hands. Your body tremors while the clatter of the teapot's lid causes the noise to grow louder. "Hello? Who’s there?" you ask nervously.
"oOoOoOoOoOo...” no answer is heard except the same moaning. "It seems the noise is coming from outside and I’m not going out there at this time of night" you tell yourself. Not giving it a second thought, you get into your PJs and put on a pair of earmuffs. That should keep out whatever that creepy noise is.
The kettle lays on the nightstand next to you glowing. Somehow this behavior doesn't surprise you. Being the optimist you are you mumble "oh good a nightlight..." before dozing off to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 12:42 pm
YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S OLD TEA KETTLE stage two: grams, is that you??
You awaken to find that your bed has converted itself into a wooden coffin. Piles of leaves and rose petals cover most of your body. Cobwebs have formed in your hair, it's almost like you have been laying here for days!
The landscape around you is that of a never ending, desolate forest. Up above there are crows circling the area as if they were waiting for your body to perish so that they may feast upon it. The little light that peeks in through the sky of trees is barely enough for you to see the path forming in front of you.
"How strange... it's like the dirt is alive. That path was not there seconds ago" you tell yourself. Slowly, you arise form the pile of leaves which once shielded your body from this lonely, cold place.
"OoOoOOo follow the path, darling..."
"It’s that voice! It’s back!" you exclaim. "Darling? Only my grandmother would call me that! Grams, is that you?"
Accompanied only by your blanket, you begin treading the unsure path which has lain itself in front of you. The cold dirt warms itself beneath every footstep you take. The forest began illuminating itself as if it were there to serve as a guide. The crows flying above have morphed into blue jays; they began humming a song just for you. Your grandmother's kettle suddenly appears in your hands. This warm gesture makes you crack a smile. Surely something good must come of this journey.
After walking for what seemed like DAYS you come across a small house. It’s guarded by a white picket fence and the mailbox is shaped like a locomotive. There is a pie cooling on the windowsill, smells like rhubarb. Everything seems so familiar. You have been here before. There are flowers everywhere, the landscaping is truly immaculate. Suddenly the sprinklers go off and this small patch of land becomes heaven in your eyes. When was the last time you had a drink of water or took a cool bath? "Oh, I am so filthy" you thought. "Grams can't see me this way, I must clean up!”
You feel almost unworthy of stepping foot on the lawn's crisp green grass. Oh but it looks so plush and cool... those miles of dirt road have done nothing flattering for your feet. Maybe you could just take 2 small steps and continue about your journey. As you cautiously make your way past the picket fence and slowly begin stepping over a begonia bush you hear a faint laugh.
Looking down you notices the rose bushes and the petunias are looking up at you! "Flowers don't talk!" you say to them. "No, they don't" replies one yellow rose while bursting out in a sea of laughter.
"This is all so silly, I want to go home NOW!" you exclaim. You quickly turn around and close the fence's picket door behind you. You begin walking back in the direction from which you came and turn your head slightly to have one last glimpse of the sweet house you're leaving behind. Your mouth drops when you see that it's not a brick house at all! How could you not have seen it before? It’s the kettle, but how could this be? It was just in your hands minutes ago! "Wh-wh-what?! Grams, she must live here" you thought while rushing back to the entrance of the house.
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 12:43 pm
YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S OLD TEA KETTLE stage three: wh, wh, what?!
Out of pure anticipation, you jump over the picket fence and head towards the front door like a freight train. You begin thumping on the door like a maniac, but there is no answer. You knock 5 more times and the door swings open. The house is empty and dark. Now it hits you - your grandmother has been dead for 10 years... this can't be right, you'll never find her, and you’ll never see her again. Everything changes; the pie rotting on the windowsill, the dead flowers near the entrance, the gray patch of land surrounding the small house... what happened?
"OoOoOOoOo"
The voice calls out to you once again. A figure appears in front of you. Everything about her seems familiar. The bitter scene around you doesn't matter anymore. You feel a sense of love fill you up to the rim as if you have now become the kettle. This very thought made you crack another shy smile.
"Darling, I am a dream spirit. I will take you wherever you want to go. I see your innermost desires and make them a reality for as long as you can keep your eyes closed. Now you must awaken and move on. She will always be in your heart and you will eternally be in hers. It is time to let go. You may summon me as often as you wish. I will always be here to tend to your every need, but be aware that some things are better off left as memories. Not all the pieces of our lives are meant to be explored."
The spirit gently places her hand on your forehead and your body collapses to the ground. You fall into a deep sleep.
Almost instantly you awaken in your bed. You look over to find the kettle on your nightstand is gone. Was it all a dream? Did you really travel to Death Valley and find that seed? Frantically you spring out of bed and turn everything upside down looking for the kettle. It’s nowhere to be found. Tears begin forming in your eyes, how could you have lost the only piece of her that you had left?..
The moral of the story is: We cannot change the past, so live every moment of your lives without regret!
Congrats, kettle owners! You have found a Santificado - blessed spirits which help living creatures through troubled times. This spirit bestows eternal luck upon its owner. The dream catcher they are equipped with holds all their power.
The light [or positive] powers of a dream spirit can be very dangerous when in the wrong hands. Anyone abusing their dream spirits will watch them slowly wilt and die.
Side-note for pet owners: All laws of physics apply to this pet, haha! Please be realistic when choosing to role play with it. You cannot gain monetary wealth or material goods through dreams. The guild/RP manager will set whatever boundaries they feel cannot be crossed with this pet and those boundaries must be respected or the pet will be taken away.
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