A Ghastly Maze

A Ghastly MazeThe Basilia Phalanstère was located at 1016 Madison Ave, Central Business District, in Sidume, of Pentapolis of the Valley.  It is six floors high, with a basement to make seven; and worth $32 million with taxes at about $80,000, for 93,300 square feet with elevators.  The building had been zoned for commercial and residential usage.  From outside the building looked elegant and stately, a large stone and brick home amidst the concrete of Sidume and its buildings.  To Brian McCloud it looked like something that belonged closer to the opulence of Biell than so near the economic center of The Valley.

Blithedale built the mansion in 1862, at the foot of the ultramarine Acadian Mountains, a sprawling granite structure; the land had been bought in the early 1850s.  Throughout time The Basilia was reconstructed and remodeled primarily in 1865 thru 1914, to include four fort-like towers shooting out from its sides and amongst the steel skyscrapers, like octopus tentacles around glass fish.  It contains 35 apartments, 9 studios, 9 duplex penthouses, museum, business, and dining facilities; and can house up to 1620 people at any given moment.  The building’s main door was large steel arches, framed by a single stone arch that read, “O to che vieni doloroso.”

The structure was composed of three major parts: a central part and two lateral wings.  The central wing houses libraries, offices, meeting rooms, studies, and a ballroom.  The left wing is for labor and noisy activities, such as carpentry or food preparation; as well as dorms for Erotes.  The right wing is where most member penthouses were.  The basement housed some of the organization’s more monetarily expensive acquisitions.

The 1914 Green-Space Initiative preserved its unique architecture, for more modernity’s sake. With the mass production of the automobile, increasing traffic, demolition of historic buildings, commercial encroachment into historic neighborhoods, and the loss of open space led to the beginning of grass roots preservation efforts. Almost immediately residents, business people, and government officials worked cooperatively to preserve, enhance, and revitalize the eastern side of Wuthering Canal; they successfully restored numerous village buildings, the establishment of a historic preservation district.  Interiors and features were as modern as could be afforded.

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The Basilia Phalanstère

The Basilia Phalanstère was located at 1016 Madison Ave, Central Business District, in Sidume, of Pentapolis of the Valley.  It is six floors high, with a basement to make seven; and worth $32 million with taxes at about $80,000, for 93,300 square feet with elevators.  The building had been zoned for commercial and residential usage.  From outside the building looked elegant and stately, a large stone and brick home amidst the concrete of Sidume and its buildings.  It looked like something that belonged closer to the opulence of Biell than so near the economic center of The Valley.

Blithedale built the mansion in 1862, at the foot of the ultramarine Acadian Mountains, a sprawling granite structure; the land had been bought in the early 1850s.  Throughout time The Basilia was reconstructed and remodeled primarily in 1865 thru 1914, to include four fort-like towers shooting out from its sides and amongst the steel skyscrapers, like octopus tentacles around glass fish.  It contains 35 apartments, 9 studios, 9 duplex penthouses, museum, business, and dining facilities; and can house up to 1620 people at any given moment.  The building’s main door was large steel arches, framed by a single stone arch that read, “O to che vieni doloroso.”

The structure was composed of three major parts: a central part and two lateral wings.  The central wing houses libraries, offices, meeting rooms, studies, and a ballroom.  The left wing is for labor and noisy activities, such as carpentry or food preparation; as well as dorms for Erotes.  The right wing is where most member penthouses were.  The basement housed some of the organization’s more monetarily expensive acquisitions.

Its unique architecture was preserved by the 1914 Green-Space Initiative, for more modernity’s sake. With the mass production of the automobile, increasing traffic, demolition of historic buildings, commercial encroachment into historic neighborhoods, and the loss of open space led to the beginning of grass roots preservation efforts. Almost immediately residents, business people, and government officials worked cooperatively to preserve, enhance, and revitalize the eastern side of Wuthering Canal; they successfully restored numerous village buildings, the establishment of a historic preservation district.  Interiors and features were as modern as could be afforded.

 

Dorian’s Want for Birthday Parties

The power went out on my block last night, delaying yesterday’s Vagabond Ways themed post.

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Growing up I wanted a surprise birthday party a home filled with joy and people that wanted to be there – like what I saw in my mom and dad’s old blu-rays.  That dream never come true, even in grade-school when it was mandatory to report to a classmate’s birthday.  What I feared was not getting older, but that no one would come to a birthday for me.  My parents’ constant migration following the Huxia Rejenys flotillas, based upon access to knowledge and culture that would help them in their accumulations, kept my social circle small and intimate to just myself and my books.

While in Huxia, my parents celebrated my sixteenth milestone two months late because they couldn’t be bothered to take time off from research and worship.  I stopped sending invitations and chose to ignore celebration, taking enjoyment only from cards – and then settle for Facebook birthday posts.  My birthday became where I learned to exist within the cracks, becoming the excuse for wanting to avoid any fuss that would draw attention.

Eventually, at 16 I left the flotillas and headed to the family estate in Pentapolis of the Valley, working my way across Bharat as an artist’s model; I never considered myself the prettiest, but I smiled deceptively locking myself in another mind.  After Bharat, I took an ocean-liner back to Biell, in The Valley.  Having graduated high school early I treated what would’ve been senior year as a skip year.  During this time, I hung with the freaks and the wild ones, drank and got into drugs.  I lived hard in every moment. I joined Blithedale, and met Michel Caillois, who I wanted to teach me how everything worked.

At Aerynd University I avoided most social circles, believing they’d peak beneath my mask and judge me inappropriate – or worse, inadequate.  Around friends, I remained shy as if they were strangers because facades kept everyone at an arm’s length.  It was simpler to cover my self-consciousness and inferiority beneath masks, that were fashioned for inclusion by adopting specific friend-interests, and sub-cultures, and abandoning my own.

Entelechy – 2 – Vespers at Sacred Orchards Outline

Returning to Earth at Ulurru Megalith, everyone returns to Magnolia Orchard, where Nico and Topher began constructing the first Sacred Orchard.  While in the market buying goods, Nico meets John Smith, and not knowing Earth customs interjects on his behalf, inciting him to become obsessed with Nico.

Topher leaves without a word and is tracked down by Ean Felix, under NEON orders.  Ean finds Topher at Ulurru Megalith going under ascension, fully accessing his godhood.  Topher does this with an audience of Rejynis followers, cementing the cult as a mainstream religion.

Nico, new to Earth, gets a world tour while going under her own ascension.  As Nico travels the world she sets up the sites of the sacred orchards and learns about various Earth cultures.  During Nico’s World Tour, she begins assembling several followers who arise to join a pantheon forming at Magnolia Orchard.  John Smith tracks Nico through interwebs, covering his apartment in newsprintings.

Acting in NAU’s security interests, NEON begins trailing the Magnolia Orchard Residents’ World Tour, beginning with Wyte & Ninive showing Nico Huxia (Japan) ruins.  Nico then travels to Varagia and Ascomanni with Oen; Mesogeois with Ien; Afruika with Wyte; True Cross with Topher.  When Nico & Topher return to Magnolia Orchard they find throngs of Rejynis followers, and John Smith among them.

The military and political tensions in The Valley are a microcosm of the larger societal problems that were found around the world.  One day, while touring Magnolia Orchard’s garden Nico re-meets John Smith and arbitrarily experiments with her pheromone powers on him, pushing his obsession to fanaticism. The General of Praetorian Guard, with NEON surveillance, confronts Topher about his worldly travels, warning him that whatever is planned will not occur in a void, he will be watched.  Topher’s college ex-girlfriend, Melissa Cobalt travels to Sacred Orchard and confronts Topher about him disappearing and returning without any word, and they have closure.

Following a terrorist attack at a local hotel, Topher lays out his plan to the assembled Pantheon to speed the evolution of Earth.

The Vagabond’s Identity Part 1

My father owned the third largest architecture firm, that was contracted by The Society to redesign Caentibiry Alley.  My mother was a classically trained dancer and teacher.  My parents’ wealth allowed me to grow up in the privileged district of the City of Flowers in Biell.

I spent my childhood in Vargaria and Huxia, where as a family we converted to Rejenys.  Growing up I wanted to be a graphic fiction writer, with stories published in genre collections and periodicals. At 16, I worked my way across Bharat as an artist’s model.  I never considered myself the prettiest, but I smiled deceptively locking myself in another mind.

After Bharat, I took an ocean-liner back to Biell, in The Valley.  Having graduated high school early I treated what would’ve been senior year as a skip year.  During this time, I hung with the freaks and the wild ones, drank and got into drugs.  I lived hard in every moment. I joined Blithedale, and met Michel Caillois, who I wanted to teach me how everything worked. Continue reading “The Vagabond’s Identity Part 1”

ENTELECHY – 1 – Matutinal Dialogues (Outline)

Topher Moore went through his life believe he was only typical.  Then taking an internship on an inter-discipline expedition to the Megalith at Ulurru Rock.  There his presence sends the Megalith into radioactive spasms, which send Topher and the rest of the interns to the distant Aeolya Belt.

At the Aeolya Belt Topher learns he is the embodiment of the populace’s primary religious deity.  Topher discovers that the other interns were Aeolya and had been sent to retrieve him.  Upon discovering a political conspiracy by the P’iytha Citadel to consolidate power during next leadership vote in The Senate of Citadels, by setting off a false terrorist attack. Topher is murdered and left for dead in Plᴂtuo.  He is found by the young political disrupter Nico, who nurses him back to health.  She teaches him Aeolya language, history, and culture.  Under her guidance Topher awakens his innate ability, and regains his memories.  Topher takes Nico to all the other interns only to discover they’ve been seduced by Aeolya decadence.  Their last check-in is with intern Wyte, who at the same time has just left the revelation of the underside of Aeolya society.

Breaking into the Senate vote, they battle waves of Atchium and other Aeolya.  When they arrive, the vote is already underway.  Topher gives his life to stop the bombing, and he survives the explosion unscathed.  P’ithya tries to turn the situation to her advantage but is stopped by Topher who denounces her actions and beliefs.  Topher then denounces Aeolya Belt, announcing his intent to leave for Earth.  The remaining interns go as well, disillusioned by the compromises needed in governing.

Dorian & Lorelei

Dorian Iacchus sat across from Lorelei Saunders, respective cups of Qi’s poppy java between them.  Both forwent breakfast for smoking own salvia cigarettes.

Dorian leaned forward on the wrought-iron coffee table, his ankles crossed beneath the wooden chair.  His red hair was pushed beneath a brown knit hat.  Brown round-rimmed sunglasses sat atop his head.  Dorian had on a white t-shirt and an unbuttoned white, red, and blue flannel.  His black jeans were rolled above the ankle revealing his blue socks.  Dorian had on camel ankle boots; a leather messenger bag hung from the back of the chair.

Lorelei sat cross-legged heavily smoking her salvia, as she leaned back.  She had her blonde, pink, and magenta hair in a messy-bun.  Aviator sunglasses were on her nose, and a black and gold clutch sat on the table.  Lorelei had on a black romper, which was accented by a large orange-trimmed brown belt.  There was a matching colored silk scarf around her neck.  Lorelei had on Grecian heels.

The two had met in journalism ethics while attending Aerynd University, and then numerous classes until graduation.  They were inseparable.  While Ian and Jared filled his nights, Lorelei filled his days and weekends.  Often, the other was a great deal more pleasurable to be around than who they were having sex with.

Lorelei was the type of friend completely accepted another person as they are.  She’s the rare person that shares what she has, and the even rarer person who gladly gives up what she must to improve another’s standing.  Lorelei allowed people to drop their masks and be themselves.  In the instance of Dorian, he had found a person with similar proclivities underground Blithedale.  Both Dorian and Lorelei were voracious readers and deeply empathic, making each an ideal conversationalist for the other; smart enough to grasp references & allusions without explanation.  They remained friends through their successful endeavors: she became an associate editor/writer for FETCH magazine; Dorian became a popular graphic fiction writer and curator.

It had been just over three years since Lorelei and Dorian had seen each other.  The fault in their disconnection laid with Dorian.  After Jared broke up with Dorian it was a dark time.  He could no longer deal with people around, so he pushed all his support systems away.  Dorian had been convinced everything had to be done alone.

Dorian flicked his salvia butt into a drainage canal, pulled a second from his pack of 21, and lit it.  Exhaling deeply Dorian asked, “Interested in going to Huxia?”

Aeolya Interplanetary History

The Aeolya dived deep into the Promenades to seek their origins.  They experimented on the microbes and organisms that were discovered, and sewed onto Helixes.

In Mourning Cry Promenade, at the Tear of the Burning Ember, The Phylx bred Soot.  The Senate of Citadels argued over the Soot’s value, its part in their origin.  The oldest of the Citadels saw Soot as the same as themselves, but several of the younger Citadels found a connection insulting, and The Great Hemorrhaging broke out amongst Citadels.  Reaching a cold war, Promenades were divided amongst Citadels as territories. 

The Zyius Citadel was granted the Mourning Cry Promenade, and immediately began building their primary outpost, Uluuru City, at The Burning Ember.  To hasten the spread of Zyius colonies, Atchium were created for experimentation to facilitate adaption to climate changes.

As Ulurru City’s opulence grew, Atchium’s role transitioned from experiment to slave. Eventually, the Atchium outnumbered their creators and engineered independence by disrupting economic benefits to resource cultivation.  The Atchium created environmental disasters that isolated outposts and colonies, resulting in most forces being removed from trade-protection to being applied to maintaining order.   With resources deemed inadequate, the Zyius emigrated back up Promenades to The Aeolyan Belt, abandoning the outpost to the Atchium.

Dorian on a balcony

Dorian stood on the balcony, a salvia cigarette dangled from his lips and a hot cup of poppy java was in his hands.  The sun was beginning to rise over the flotilla of interlocking boats.  The village floated around the remaining economic and political centers of Indonesia, as if spokes around a hub.

Beneath him, small merchant paddle boats navigated the space between the larger boats, bringing the quiet early morning to life.  As the merchants shouted their goods, the women came out to the decks of their homes and bartered for supplies.

Dorian flicked his cigarette into the green-brown water and sipped his coffee, watching the kiosks move on to the next large grouping.  Lighting a second marijuana cigarette Dorian went inside his room and got dressed.  Then Dorian went into his suitcase and grabbed a mat, placing it in his daybag.

Dorian left the boat, using the planks that connected each of the boats.  He stopped in the nearest aqua-square, and made his way to the large platform in the middle.  In the back Dorian unrolled his mat and knelt down, joining the other Jenysis practitioners.

Nico Finds a Body

As the first sun rose to mid-morning it winked over the skyline, Nico, with hands in her pockets, kicked a rock as she walked the shadowed streets of Plᴂtuo.  She passed a particularly dirty alley when a long deep barely audible moan came from a pile of trash.  Nico walked into the alley to investigate the origin of the unique noise.  In the silence she lost the path, but then from under the farthest heap came a burst of yellow and blue light.  Nico quickened her pace, knowing her destination, and then dropped to her knees next to the pile of trash.  She pushed the trash aside when there was another moan.  A man’s body become revealed under Nico’s efforts, and she began moving the trash quicker.  Had it been later in the day, surely, the sound would’ve been inaudible, she thought.  When the man’s body was completely freed from the trash Nico cradled him in her arms; he looked very familiar to her eyes.  Quickly, she looked around the debris for materials to create a makeshift cot.  There weren’t pieces large enough make a study vessel, so placing the body down Nico rummaged through her bag.  She pulled out three candles, placed them in a tight pyramid, and used a thumb flick to light them.  Nico said a quick prayer calling the refuse to gather under the man, lift him, and followed her back home.