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[devi]

Okay, I've been very good and worked hard all day. Time to reward myself with a meme.

Post anonymously, give me three clues to who you are, and let's see if I do any better on this than I did on the text message game...

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[(Anonymous)]

1. The bus started inching forward through the traffic again, then stopped suddenly. I sighed; to do any more would send my stress levels soaring. Instead, I considered getting off and walking, but I couldn’t walk home from here. I’d have to catch another bus after a mile or two, and that would cost money.

2. My phone beeped, a text message. It wasn’t from anyone in my phone book; I didn’t even recognise the country code, let alone the number.

   HI IT'S ME. BEEN LIBER8D BY POLAND. WILL FONE U L8R.

   I smiled, and added the number to my phone book under the name “Euro Roots Poland”.

3. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see it was only an advert changing — you know the sort, where three different adverts are fixed on the sides of a hundred triangular rollers. I looked around me: I was not the only passenger on the top deck, but I was the furthest back and could be mischievious unseen. So I got out my blowpipe, loaded it with a poison dart, opened the window by my side. I stood on the seat and contorted my body so I could get a good aim at my target — the window design purposefully made this difficult. And blew.

   At first, I thought I had missed, that the dart would hit the wall on which the advert was mounted, be swallowed up and spat out. But it just caught the bottom of one of the rollers.

   The advert quivered. Then it rippled, as if to show another ad. But the picture that it now displayed was not an advert: It was a close-up of a face, eyes closed, smiling contentedly. It was as if Big Brother had been put to sleep.

[(Anonymous)]

Argh, the formatting on the text message melted.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

When I imagine the sleeping face, I think of the peacefully sleeping TV that mooism drew on the scribbling wall at our housewarming. And the similar one on the tin of chocolates. But I'm not sure. Are you an Amazonian tribesman? They have blowpipes...

This sounds like the start of a story, by the way - I haven't a clue what's going on with the Poland thing, but it's intriguing. It's a bit Jeff Noony.

[mooism.livejournal.com]

The Poland thing is that my grandmother was born in Poland, but her birthplace is now in Austria. Obviouly places can't sent text messages, and it's unlikely to emmigrate in my lifetime, but creative licence and all that :-)

The blowpipe was the only way I could think of affecting the advert.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

D'oh, you have Polish ancestry, I knew that. *kicks self*

I like the idea of towns sending text messages. They certainly have personalities. Do you think London is male or female?

[mooism.livejournal.com]

Hmm. The personification of London would be an absent-minded high-achiever: The sort of person who at half past five on a Sunday afternoon, after another hard day's work, suddenly remembers that they'd been meaning to go to the shops, and now has nothing to eat for dinner.

Don't know whether that would be male or female. The Thames sounds male (Old Father Thames), but London could be gay, or they might just be good friends...

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

Hmm, yes, London lives in its head, and that's why it's always grumpy. Sugar crashes.

I think London is male, but so is the Thames, so either they're gay lovers or old chums.

[mooism.livejournal.com]

They are brothers! The Thames suffers from a long-term illness, so London is generously putting him up in his spare room.

:-)