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posted on Mar, 31 2011 @ 12:41 PM
reply to post by nenothtu

Don't worry... no Rootak were harmed during this functioning of imagination!
Now... what is that rumbling?

posted on Apr, 1 2011 @ 09:01 AM
I'm still trying to sort out the next place for that unlikely
trio to go... so until then, here's a bunch of BIAD 'wannabees'


posted on Apr, 3 2011 @ 02:13 AM
reply to post by A boy in a dress

Yeah, even without the music that's a great video... 'Specially cause I live right around the corner from Calabira, lol.

So until the two of you get to wherever you're going I don't suppose you can figure out a way that 'Carpet' - who's still in that little piece a cloth could make his way - in an absolutely phantasmagorical way- into the clutched of 'Little Neno's' blanket?

Yeah, I'm still kicking myself I didn't get that in!

edit on 3-4-2011 by silo13 because: peace

edit on 3-4-2011 by silo13 because: hehehe

posted on Apr, 5 2011 @ 06:05 AM
reply to post by A boy in a dress

GREAT POST - just loved that one...

Can't help adding this part too, lol...

Still looking for a way to get Carpet into Blanket - will pass it by you and Neno before I write it up and see what you think.

Enjoyed the post immensely.


posted on Apr, 6 2011 @ 11:42 AM
Great post, Silo! Now neno won't have to come back and, in a fit of desperation, kick the P.H.A.R.S. units and yell "GET UP MOM! FIX ME SOME BREAKFAST!"

No, really! Kids do that, ESPECIALLY when you're the most worn out!

Now, about his security blanket with bits of Carpet infused in it... how and when would we have gotten ahold of the fragment of Carpet to deliver it?

I can hear it now. As soon as he learns English, neno saying "but Ma! Blankie TALKS to me! NO! I AIN'T giving him up!" as "ma" rolls her eyes and tries to figure out how to get it away from him for laundering...

posted on Apr, 6 2011 @ 04:02 PM
reply to post by silo13

I think I have a way to get the 'rug-that bugs' into the pudgy hands of Neo.
Give me a little time to pad it out... it may be okay.

posted on Apr, 8 2011 @ 01:43 AM
reply to post by A boy in a dress

At the moment the little fragment of Carpet that's left is in the bottom of a garbage container that's about to get jettisoned into space with the rest of the garbage... I guess the Yydryl has never heard of 'Green-Space' and Recycling! Naughty Ship.

If that will help let me know. I'll wait to stick up the post until I hear from you.

On the other hand if you don't think it will work into your story line - feel free to leave it out - maybe it wasn't meant to be.


posted on Apr, 10 2011 @ 01:30 AM
Hi All - Ok, so here it is. I've been reworking this post ever since I asked for Masqua to give me some 'MOD' advice concerning the 'spicy' parts. I'd thought they were beautiful and tasteful but as Masqua pointed out possibly a bit over the edge from PG to what? PG14?

So, here's the post in full-length (rework) and I'm just not satisfied with the 'intimate parts' but I do understand the issues. So I'll post it first here and for a 'check' before posting it in the story line and having it edited there. (That would so stink!)

If this looks ok I'll do a final edit and re-post in the story line.

Thanks everyone for your patience and help...


~*~*~*~ The Naked Truth ~*~*~*~

Adam thrust Dag from him, his eyes wide, his expression wretched with all the love, hate, confusion and helplessness of a man in love. And from these mixed emotions anger surfaced first. ‘Why didn’t you tell me!’ He exploded more accusation than question.

Wiping the back of her hand across her bruised lips Dag’s eyes sparkled dangerously from under a fallen lock of white gold hair.

‘Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t know?’ The feral gleam burned brighter when Adam made the mistake of dropping his jaw, unable to answer, disbelief fanning the lines at the corners of his eyes.

‘Ad-am, don’t answer that.’ She held up a hand, ’Don’t say a thing.’ Dag writhed out of her lab coat, then her ‘two-skin‘ a protective covering that molded to her body, the utilitarian garment worn by all from LAB. Naked, the chill air rising bumps along her skin Adam saw, and understood the changes his touch, and his love had unleashed in her body. A man first, a doctor second Adam marveled at what he saw.

Her narrow boy like hips had widened as did the curves to her upper body, once flat now ripened and rounded into two separate globes. Her flat stomach flared gently giving her curves the softness of a woman just come into her own. Thighs sleek and firm tapered down to long slender legs, ankles and feet.

Adam’s eyes flashed from her body to her eyes with a thousand and one questions all snapping like sparks.

‘Tell me.’ He said and stepped toward her, drawn to her, needing to touch her skin. When he did Dag didn’t flinch.

‘Not all LAB ‘Rats’,’ Dag gave a bitter sweet smile and continued, ‘...not all of us are ‘gender specific’ at creation.’ A blush crossed her cheeks and her eyes softened in pain. ‘Some of us never arrive to maturity, if you want to call it that, but are perpetually caught in pre-pubescent conflict. A mistake in the ‘recipe’ they call it.’ Dag’s eyes flashed again, Adam, appalled by the revelation caressed Dag’s shoulders wanting to lend her his unspoken strength and understanding.

‘Go on...’ He whispered pulling her close, molding her into his embrace.

‘It’s in the ‘knowing’ Adam.’ Dag sighed against his shoulder and shuddered slightly.

‘The ‘knowing’? Adam’s lips brushed her hair while pulling a blanket from Silo’s bed and wrapping it around the woman in his arms.

‘Yes. In the final moment of ‘knowing’, when we respond to the one,‘ Dag stopped and began to cry softly, ‘Adam I can’t explain it, not really, but, here I am...‘ Dag relaxed inwardly but still stood rigid and giving at once in his arms.

‘You don’t have to say a word lass. Just know I’m sorry girl, believe that.’ Adam’s breath caressed her cheek where he bent to speak closer to her ear.

‘Forgive you for what? For thinking you desired a boy?’ Dag’s nervous laughter revealed the vulnerability she’d so tried to hide.

‘No, for questioning you, even for a moment.’

When Dag didn’t answer Adam pulled her towards Silo’s bed and felt Dag stiffen.

‘No lass, it’s not what you think.’ Adam smiled thinly but understood. One moment ago he’d been about to ravish her, now he wanted to give her more of the same but not in the way she thought.

Passing by the bed Adam stepped farther into the next room and continued to the gigantic window covering the whole end of the room, Silo’s portal to the stars and what lay beyond the Yydryl. With a wave of his hand Adam closed the window a shiny surface much like a mirror slipped noiselessly in place.

It wasn’t embarrassment that kept Dag from dropping the blanket she hid behind but the fear Adam wouldn’t like what he saw reflected before them in the mirror. She was more female than she imagined Dag admitted to herself ruefully.

Adam understood her at once but knew better. Removing the blanket carefully from her shoulders Adam slid behind Dag taking her hands into his.

What happened next was a wonder of exploration, passion, revelation and an act to banish fear.
Without a word Adam led her hands across the contours of her body guiding her tentative touch firmly, insistently.
He taught or her to feel the beauty in the lines of her form then the places only lovers knew. A touch behind the ear, behind the knee, the small of her back, secret places. He taught her the textures hills and valleys of her maturity all the while watching her reaction in the great mirror range from subtle to sublime. Dag was female, but it was her love for Adam and his love in return that brought that femaleness to life.

Adam pushed her away again, gently this time and turning her in his hands faced her with his soul reflected in his eyes. He wanted her. He loved her and like this with his gaze glistening in emotion he looked more beautiful than Dag had ever seen him, something she thought impossible.

Confident Dag began plucking at the long row of buttons running up Adams’ chest. It was her turn to see him. With infinite care and trembling fingers Dag released him from his clothes though her desire would have had her rip at its seams.

‘Dag, you’re something out of my dreams lass sweet and warm in my hands. I’m wanting you,’ His voice lowered his brogue more pronounced than ever, ‘If you strip me bare now I’ll be needing to cover you. Do you understand what that means?‘ Adam, ready to give more or to get out held his breath for her answer.

Dag nodded and ducked her head so Adam couldn’t see the bright hot flame scorching her cheeks. The flame of innocence, of passion and a woman’s triumph. He wanted her!

Tipping her head back with a finger under her chin Adam remonstrated gently, ‘Never be shy with me nor ever turn your face from me again, not now, not ever. It’s a beautiful thing we share and your a braw female entitled to feel your own power. It’s as old as time and more powerful still. Without the draw there’d be no future, no love, no this...’ Adam licked his lips and ducked his head to kiss her again.

‘Adam?’ She whispered pulling away a fraction of an inch before accepting his kiss.

‘Yes?’ He groaned his resolve about to break.

‘Quit talking...’ Dag commanded as she dipped her head to run her tongue once across the salty skin of his chest taking in the taste and scent of her man.

Adam growled and pulled her to him, lifting her on her toes to meet his lips, his...

The door behind them slid open with a hiss. Dag and Adam sprang from each other like criminals and bending down to snatch the blanket from the floor Dag brought her head up, as Adam the slower of the two brought his head down unable to stop his motion but knowing what was about to happen, and knowing it was going to hurt. Bad.

Dag’s head smashed into Adam’s nose the bone crunching cruelly releasing gouts of blood that spurt between his fingers clutching at his exploding face. The pain was blinding. Eyes watering and barely able to breath Adam reached out to adjust the blanket across her shoulders and hips making sure Dag was fully covered just as Chumley stepped into the room.

The look on his face was fantastic. There was his little friend Dag, naked and wrapped in a blood stained wrap her violet eyes wide with fear, her face stained deep red, her shock of white hair ruffled. Adam his hands clutching at his face unable to stem the flow of blood running fast between his fingers groaning his complexion pale his stance miserable.

Looking from one to the other Chumley wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Retreating a step back he wrung his tentacles not sure what to say or to do next. Adam’s blood spattering the rug focused his mind.

‘Ohhhhh! ‘ Chumley howled his head flung back, ‘Ohhhh Adam, you can’t do that Adam, you stop that, now! Carpet will killlll you!’ The great green Regalian squealed like a little girl, ’Adam that’s blooood you’re getting all over!’ Chumley galloped for the door where the intercom system rode the wall and called for working droids. Arms waving, tail held high in the air Chumley hurtled back to Adam and without thinking grabbed the first thing he could to help staunch the blood. He snatched the blanket Dag was clutching to her chest and ripped it from her grasp stuffing it into Adams hands and up against his nose.

Dag let out a shriek and ran past them to the bed the white flash of her nicely rounded hind end the last thing they saw before she disappeared under the covers.

Chumley, mouth hanging open looked from Adam, back to the lump under the covers and back to Adam again before muttering the first thing that popped into his mind.

‘Nice as...’

Chumley didn’t finish the word before his nose exploded in pain bright green blood showing from the spot where Adam’s fist had plowed into his face.

Eyes running tears, his tentacles plastered over his nose to try and stop the bleeding Chumley grunted, shook his head, and grunted again.

‘You better call for another droid there big guy or your friend Carpet isn’t going to like you much either.’ Adam’s broken nose giving his voice a nasally twang.

Chumley taking a closer look at the pool of green at his feet looked up, paled to a putrid beige, rolled his eyes back in their stems and with tentacles flopping to his side the big Regalian promptly hit the floor.

‘Chumley! It’s just a little blood!’ Adam laughed around his pain before noticing the bright pool of liquid red at his own feet. His last thought was of Carpet, the one he’d yet to meet, but hoping he was nice and soft cause Adam was about to do something he’d never done. He fainted.

edit on 10-4-2011 by silo13 because: (no reason given)

posted on Apr, 10 2011 @ 11:32 PM
Ok well it looks like that last post passed the smell test so I'll refine it and stick it in the story line today - thanks all!

- And I'll not do anything with Carpet yet until I hear back.


posted on Apr, 11 2011 @ 07:53 AM
reply to post by silo13

That was great!
If you wish to carry on Carpet in the arms of the young Neo,
then feel free... he's one of yours!
who'd of thought it about Dag, heh?!!

posted on Apr, 11 2011 @ 01:24 PM
reply to post by A boy in a dress

Thanks but - well - the future of Carpet and Neno is up to you two - three?
Sure, the biggest part of Carpet was jettisoned off into space - but there's a fragment left on Ship so it works either or both ways.
I'll leave it up to and Neno if you want to claim that 'blanket in space' lol.


posted on Apr, 18 2011 @ 12:23 AM
Hi All -
I'm not quite back to the land of the living after this last week (Lucy) - but I'm trying...

The Carpet-slave to Death is a stroke of genius. Cool stuff that. And if nothing else you'll have a tool to have conversations with Little Neno when his folks are not around.

So, the main piece of Carpet that was blown off into space is still missing, but the part in the trash is now with Neno in his 'rejuvenated' form. So that still leaves a bit of him 'out there somewhere' - interesting... Maybe in pieces he can't resist death but stuck back together he'll be able to in the future?

Then again I dunno why I'm asking, lol, surely that part with write itself when the time comes...

For now it's time for Silo to clean up the cocoons - something that's been needed doing for ages.

Once that situation is finalized there's still the Dark Lord to tackle. I'll need some help - at least here in the working thread - to get all that figured out - unless you all are going to tackle it and if so please do!!! I've NO idea what that's all about and your two minds are much great than my tiny one.


edit on 18-4-2011 by silo13 because: (no reason given)

posted on Apr, 18 2011 @ 07:57 AM
reply to post by silo13

Don't worry about that Dark Lord there, you just keep writing them-there
romantic episodes!
My cheeks were glowing with passion and I had to place a cool cloth
on the back of my neck... phew!

I have said 'bad-person' in my sights and also down the barrel of Neno's gun.
The time of reckoning is soon.

Great prose Silo, I enjoyed it.

posted on Apr, 18 2011 @ 01:27 PM
reply to post by A boy in a dress

I have said 'bad-person' in my sights and also down the barrel of Neno's gun.
The time of reckoning is soon.

VERY cool!

Give him a bushwhacking, or whatever you tow are gonna do to him for me too.

Wait, can you say 'bushwhacking' on ATS. :p

I'm trying to get this whole thing about those cocoons figured out without getting Silo killed...those this past week I have to admit Silo has come closer to death than since the Space Opera began. It's been a close one!

Thanks and Peace

posted on Apr, 19 2011 @ 01:35 PM
reply to post by silo13

Can you give me info about this Dark Lord?
The planet's name... even a link to the page he is mentioned?

This is little-lazy me!!

posted on Apr, 20 2011 @ 08:38 AM
reply to post by A boy in a dress

Ya know what I'd be glad to but I don't know - It's all been so vague and scattered about.
I'll go back and see what I can find - might as well. I started a chapter by chapter highlight so I'd know what was there - only got to page like 30 something and never finished it so I might as well go back on it and work through hopefully finding more info.
What I do know is 'Whisper' who disappeared from the Yydryl is the Dark Lords daughter - not that that helps a bit but you never know.

posted on Apr, 20 2011 @ 11:51 AM
I don't think very much in the actual background of the Dark Lord has been canonized into the thread, beyond his generally evil, universe-destroying nature. The concept actually started out as an inside joke, a personification of Dark Matter and Dark Energy, forces that were causing the Dark Rift that was destroying the universe, and sort of took off with a life of it's own from there.

The Dark Rift is what is causing the Ophiuchi Buzzards to invade our space, in their flight from the destruction of their own. They are called the Ophiuchi because they are coming from the direction of the constellation Ophiuchius, as seen from Earth. If you were facing the center of the Milky way, with the galactic plane flat and horizontal around you, galactic north vertically "up", the problem area would be about 30 degrees or so, or about a third of the way up from the plane to the point directly overhead, and about 30 degrees, or third of the way from "directly forward" to the point directly to your left (1/3 of the way from the galactic center to galactic "upspin" in Cygnus, and 1/3 of the way from the galactic center to straight up at the galactic north pole - more or less just left of, and above, the galactic center). That's also the direction of Khalamzadar, which is only 45 light years or so away, while the Ophiuchi homeworld is a "bunch more" light years farther away than that.

Now, that's where the Rift or Big Rip is, but I don't know if that's where the Dark Lord is from. If he's Whisper's pop, she is a Regallian, from the nearly directly opposite part of the sky, in Orion, as seen from Earth.

The Dark Lord seems to be a "shadow figure" at times, and something more solid at other times. Interesting project to run through the thread and gather together just what HAS been written about him.

To be honest, he reminds me of the figure of Death some times...

posted on Apr, 20 2011 @ 12:00 PM
reply to post by nenothtu

To be honest, he reminds me of the figure of Death some times...

Oh we can only wish that's true.. our Gunman-who-won't-run, man' has already whupped
Death and I'd feel a lot safer!
There is a plot afoot and I'm itching to see how it pans out.

posted on Apr, 20 2011 @ 11:56 PM
reply to post by nenothtu

Thanks Neno - this thread is more concise than anything in the actually story line. Like you said there really isn't anything other than Whisper getting 'called back' suddenly to her 'father' the 'Dark Lord', and then the 'say it behind your hand' references to his evil self, the 'Dark Lord'.

In a way that's great though! If you've got a plot up that sleeveless dress of yours BAID then I can't wait to see how it pans out too!

Question for you two.

There's the Ophi's to deal with, the Dark Lord and The Big Rift... Are you going to deal with them all at once?


There's talk going around the space bars that Neno, a BIAD and their sidekick are going to save Earth from being blown to bits. You think there's any truth to that rumor?

posted on Apr, 23 2011 @ 02:44 AM
reply to post by silo13

From what I overheard at the 'Star Council' the other evening, was that there is
great concern about Neno, Tibbs and Boy In A Dress's actions.
After accepting the 'Big Rip' as a fact of life (or death in this case!)... it may
well be that these three unlikely heroes will change time and space.

I know one of the Council was furious about how much paperwork it will

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