Session July 18 2015

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"Walter Mitty," she said to him, laughing and shaking her head in a superior way."You're a real Walter Mitty."
by RMAF

We just had a gazelle for dinner so we are not hungry. "Walter Mitty," she said to the little doe, laughing and shaking her head in a superior way. "You're a real Walter Mitty."

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“Sociopaths are experts in illusion; they will become whatever you need them to be, so long as it suits their purpose.”

By RC

Elizabeth, Marta, and Deirdre were very unusual women, but that might not be apparent on first meeting them. I remember well when they first joined our little group (I say little, because we numbered about forty-five at the time and now are in the hundreds, and these three women had a lot to do with it). We are a group of like-minded people who desire to detach from society and live in a commune out in the desert (I won’t say just where). We want to “love each other as they are”—in fact, that is our motto.  Individuality is valued here.

Well, the coming of Elizabeth, Marta, and Deirdre might have had a far different outcome, except for the special exuberance—one might even say, life—of our community. The three quickly changed into different garments and got the “tone” of our community. They acted more than friendly; they were giddy with excitement. And that’s when the change occurred. Actually, Deirdre began to change first. She became so loving, so kind, that it kind of shocked Elizabeth and Marta (they told us all this after the fact).

You see, they were sociopaths, who came to us for the sole purpose of eliminating our commune in the most extreme way: in the trunk of their car were machetes, knives, and an assortment of other weapons. But there is one thing about sociopaths: Sociopaths are experts in illusion; they will become whatever you need them to be, so long as it suits their purpose. And I guess they identified only too well.

Now, they couldn’t exactly adopt to our commune in a straight-forward way, but they did adapt. And I don’t think that the fact that we are all dwarfs, and none taller than three-foot-six, had anything to do with it. They just loved us all the same.

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"They didn't drink coffee or tea and stayed away from those who did."
by GS

It had been hours since she dropped the tab. It was her first time. Her friends told her what to expect, but still it felt bizarre. The swarm of lightning bugs circling her head were making her dizzy. Her Homecoming Queen crown was slipping down. Something strange had gotten stuck to her hand. Panic was imminent. Her companions tried to calm her, but she became agitated and asked for a cup of coffee to sober up. Her friends frowned. They didn't drink coffee or tea and stayed away from those who did. She called 9-1-1 on her phone and confessed all. The others were arrested for drug dealing. Now you all know why drinking coffee keeps you out of trouble. 

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“She woke every day unsure where she was, and, sometimes, who she was.”

By CC

It began a long time ago as the Society of the Madly Disaffected, a group of unemployed woodchoppers who had been put out of work by the new sawmill. They wanted to express their unhappiness in a way that drew attention but harmed no strangers. Ultimately, they settled on throwing themselves headfirst into wooden walls. At first, their helmets were embossed with SMD, and the goal was to imprint the wooden siding of the house with their own logo. Eventually, as this proved dangerously difficult to do, they focused on performance alone. As predicted, crowds were drawn to the shows, and now and again coins were thrown. The most popular performers, those who put the most kinetic energy into their leaps, were soon having problems with cognition and memory, but they continued to work just to bring in a pittance for their family. 

Lucy Wattrell’s husband Jack had begun to walk into walls and call her by the name of his ex wife when she decided to take a few of his shifts on her own. After two weeks of incognito performances, she woke every day unsure where she was, and, sometimes, who she was.

Then one day Jack Wattrell said, Maria, let’s go to Detroit for the weekend. Lucy thought, well, I must be Maria. She didn’t know what or where Detroit was, but going anywhere sounded good. They set off on foot that afternoon and by nightfall were on a train for New York, laughing and singing old railroad songs. Life was sweet for the moment, and the moment was all they had.

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"You can change your identity depending on what social circle you're in."
by TNT

They have agents everywhere - it's totally amazing that they can seem like anyone - you can't trust even your own family - your child could be one of THEM! Or your mom, or a tourist on the street - a shopkeeper at the Mall.

We had to keep our mouths shut, and not say anything that seemed controversial or use certain key words - trigger words or phrases super-sensitive to this situation. It was a veritable conumbrum for some people who sold costumes and masks. Today I saw a kid hand a note to a levitating fakir. I'm sure they were agents. You can change your identity depending on what social circle you are in. My circle was getting smaller and smaller. Pretty soon we would all be apprehended and disappear. We never knew what happened to those of our group who had vanished.

At least I know one thing that helped - I kept a lawyer on retainer. They couldn't or wouldn't mess with a lawyer! I felt safe for the moment.

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"It didn't upset him more than usual, but she wished it didn't upset him at all."

by AD

Braden was never really into the traditional pets, as others would say. Dogs were loyal and entertaining but too common, a fish tank wouldn't last in his house for long, and reptiles bored him. After talking with his wife, Emily, he decided he wanted an animal that could be useful, was unique (at least to him) and, when times were hard, could serve as an emergency food supply. About a week later while watering the garden, Braden's wife rode up on an ostrich with a bill of several thousand pounds to his fury (he was a bit of a scrooge with money). It didn't upset him more than usual, but she wished it didn't upset him at all. After all, it was ridable, certainly unique to the area, and was a giant turkey if they ever needed one.

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"Let me just do what I want for a change," Thelma pleaded. "I'm always following orders!"
by PV

It definitely was going to be newsworthy - the paper dress with random slogans and newsy tidbits. It was stiff, in fact. Thelma was definitely into herself. Standing to the side in her small clothes had not changed her suppressed reply at established society. Today was a surprise for those who directed her around any clues of uncomfortableness on her part. But that was over, so, hands on hips, Thelma made a dominant figure in their group. Thelma was not over her past completely, so it still showed a little in her demeanor. "Let me just do what I want for a change," Thelma pleaded. "I'm always following orders!"