A Loving Look at Elysium’s Show of January 18th 2019

The muscles in my legs burned in spite of their tone conditioning as I pushed them to their limit, hands balled into fists as arms pumped, matching my strides. I was panting hard, sweat running from every pore, stinging my eyes and dripping from my nose and neck. Behind me, I heard a loud whizzing sound and leapt into the air, jumping from one roof to the next, lithely landing in a crouch and rolling under some rubble as a mini-nuke exploded behind me. I ducked down a stair case in the crumbling, war-ravaged brick building, my leather boots crunching on broken glass as I hurdled over debris. I could hear the yelling, the gritty male voices echoing off the ruined walls all around me, “COME ON, GIRL! LET’S DO THIS!”

I halted a moment, leaning against the wreckage of a wall as I closed my eyes, wiping perspiration from them and my forehead, trying to calm my heart that was pounding my ears. The roof of the building was half caved in, a piece of it hanging precariously above my head. I could see the sky through it, a bit of blue stained with orange fire and smoke. I took a drink of water from the canteen attached to my belt, then reached for my semi-automatic shotgun, hearing rapid footsteps coming down the stairs into the alcove. I braced myself then spun out and around, blasting the heavily armed man with a few rounds, watching him collapse into a lifeless pile of flesh, blood, and camo fatigues. Another attacker right behind him, I gritted my teeth and spat another battery of gunfire, stepping towards him with each pull of the trigger. I then doubled back up the stairs.

Stalking cautiously out onto the roof, I knew it was me or them, and I would have no peace as long as they remained. I had no choice but to eliminate them. I was not going to back down. If they wanted a fight, they would get one. I opened my Pip Boy and equipped my missile launcher. It was a small, personal missile launcher, perfect for home or office, excellent for settling small neighbourhood disputes. On the next roof, I could see the Commander and his henchmen, mercenaries. Gunners pretended to be all legit but they were really nothing more than raiders with nice uniforms and a formal chain of command. Hired guns, they were. Gunners, they called themselves. Capturing me, they desired. I frowned a moment, glancing around for Yoda, but then shook my head. That was a different game.

I fired off a blast of four missiles at them, watched one of them with great satisfaction as he flew into the air and splat into a lifeless heap.

“PEA,” the Commander hollered. “You need to STOP THIS! No one else needs to die. Let’s sheath our weapons and talk.”

“PISS OFF,” I yelled. “I have nothing to say to you other than, DIE, MAGGOT!”

He pointed a gnarled finger in my direction and stepped towards me from the roof of the next building, his voice rising above the fires and ash, the smell of gun powder and the echo of explosions, the cries of the apocalyptic warriors in the streets below. “YOU made a commitment. YOU chose to make an agreement. NO ONE forced you. It is time for you to keep your end of the bargain.” He then started to unbutton his khaki green shirt. Sliding a hand up inside to a shoulder, he pushed the garment from one arm then the other, letting it ripple to the tin roof. And there he stood, shirtless, his powerful, muscled chest fully exposed, the bulging pecs and rippled abdomen coursing with riverlets of sweat that glistened in the sunlight like diamonds.

“STOP THAT,” I yelled. I pointed my missile launcher at him.

He stepped closer, slowly, almost prowling, his sultry blue eyes locked on mine, a sweaty blond tassel of hair draped like a curtain across one eye. His biceps bulged as he clenched and released his fists. He moved closer and closer to me. I slipped back, lining my missile launcher up on him as my eyes trailed to his hands which drifted to his belt. “We don’t need weapons.” His voice was low, deep, slow, like a raunchy whisper as he dropped his belt.

I gasped as I lost my breath in an exhale so deep and hard, it felt like someone had hit me in the solar plexus. My lips parted and I faintly panted as I dropped my missile launcher, the loud thunk reverberating as it hit the floor. I eased back down the steps until my back hit a wall, watching him unblinking as he coolly continued to tread closer to me, as though in slow motion. Sunlight back-lit him as he descended the stairs, giving his entire personage an ironic halo. I started to quiver. “You can’t make me,” I insisted. “I have a right to change my mind.” I tried to keep my voice strong but there was no hiding the trembling in my words.

“You have a responsibility. It is time to make good on your commitment.” His voice was calm, cool, collected. Calculating, cunning, clever. What other “C” words can I find that would work here?!

“I can’t right now,” I pleaded. “I don’t have time! Now is not a good time!”

He finally stood right in front of me. Raising an arm, he leaned in, bracing one hand against the wall alongside my head, his face so close to mine, I could feel his breath warming my mouth. My tummy tightened and I felt an aching tingle move down into my thighs as adrenaline surged through my veins, causing my head to spin. My legs went so weak I thought I might collapse.

“THIS IS CHEATING,” I whimpered.

He smiled then brushed my lips with his own and murmured, “Welcome to the weekend!”

I tried to stamp a foot but it was a feeble effort. I cried out, “But I don’t WANT to dance! I want to play Fallout 4 and kill things and blow shit up!”

He ran his full moist lips up my cheek to my neck and up to my ear, then whispered, “Bad luck. You are on the lineup. You made a commitment. Now log off here, log into Second Life, get to the club and stop mucking around.” With that, he stepped back, grabbed me by one arm and twirled me, smacked my ass. “MOVE IT, GIRL!” It was an order.

“Fine,” I huffed through gritted teeth. “But you still cheated! Asshole!”

So off I went to the show. Before we take a loving look at the show, let us bestow a Golden Tweezers Award. Tonight’s Golden Tweezers Award is a duet, complimentary posts that work together like chocolate and peanut butter. Tonight’s winners are: GREENIE AND QUEENIE! Ou I made a rhyme! Actually that is Kelly and Red or something like that, I don’t use display names so I see… GREENIE AND QUEENIE!! For this bit of hysteria:

[17:15] Queenie Acacia: Pea is touching bums
[17:16] Greenie Flanagan: waits for her turn

LOL! CONGRATULATIONS QUEENIE AND GREENIE!

NOW for a look at the show. People are unwell, the flu is rampant and thus, the show was more quiet that usual. But even the ill soldiered on and this is a sample of what went down:

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Hailie
With Antonio, Denyaii, Lina, and Jilley
9 to 5 – Dolly Parton
Hailie and company decided it was time to show them who the real boss is!

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
Antonio and I watched Dumplin’ a few weeks ago and since then I got this song stuck in my head. Plus it kinda relates to my work life (and I am sure many other people feel the same) working in offices for many years and all the stuff that goes on lol

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Well, upon setting up costume assistant, I asked Antonio to set up a folder and just call it ropes, ok so that worked but I find out when we run through the set that I got tied up in ropes too! lol I have no idea where they came from!! *coughs* So of course we had to change the name of the folder to not include the word rope as every time it would tie me up! Antonio found it quite amusing and I think he preferred that I got tied up, so as to save him some time later lol.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
This is a bit a fun but also reminiscent of my secretary years and how it felt to work in that office at times.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
Just I hope you enjoy it!

[17:30] BabypeaVonPhoenix Bikergrrl: what is it with old age and nose hairs, is this normal, does anybody know?
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Denyaii
With Melvis, Neeria, Excalibur, Jo, Seb, Hailie and Antonio
Beyoncé – Get Me Bodied (Timbaland Remix) ft. Voltio
Girls teasin’ and temptin’ the menz into a sexeh display on the dance floor!

Above photo by R. Crap Mariner with thanks!


[17:31] Queenie Acacia: when you can brush them Baby then you need to worry
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Nara
Mating Game” by Goldfrapp
Nara can’t sleep. Either that or she is sleep-walking. Er, sleep-dancing… in PINK!


[17:31] BabypeaVonPhoenix Bikergrrl: if I could bead and braid them I would not mind them, I love dreads
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Jo
With Seb, Queenie, and Melvis
La Cumparsita – Omar Khorshid extended
Jo can’t get enough dance so got a tambourine and joined a caravan of gypsies, taking her performances on the road!


[17:31] Paul Woodrunner: THAT WOULD LOOK NASTY BRAIDED NOSE HAIRS
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Dear
Martin Garrix & Bebe Rexha – In The Name Of Love
Dear in space! A pastel space fantasy….


[17:32] Greenie Flanagan: Im going to wait until after the show to finish my dinner now
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Storm
With Liri, Elayn, Seb, Kelly, Paul, Pea, Diamonte, Dannie, and Melvis
Sweet Home Chicago.. Blues brothers.
It’s Jake and Elwood! But… where’s the Blues Mobile?


[17:32] Murhdur: dude I watched this guy get his nose hairs waxed like they put wax up there an pulled it out…it was one of those things like I can’t watch this but I can’t not.
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Babypea
Hate With a Smile
Dr. West is a close friend of mine!

1. Why did you choose this song to create a dance to? What was your inspiration?
I have a whole folder of Faderhead that I am working through. I love Faderhead. I want to stalk him! His voice undoes me….

2. What were the particular challenges you dealt with when creating this dance?
Well, Web build the set and it is always a challenge when working with someone else, getting the visions to blend, explaining what we have in mind. I think it came out exceptionally well. I really love both the sets.

3. What does this dance mean to you? Is it a bit of fun, or is there a deeper meaning?
It is a dance based on H.P. Lovecraft’s Herbert West–Reanimator short story. H.P. Lovecraft is the Father of Zombies. I love zombies.

4. Is there anything you would like others to know about your dance?
I am the epitome of DEAD SEXY, LOL! I am the sexiest corpse. How I love being wretched and horrible.

[17:33] Greenie Flanagan: now my eyes are watering
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Bella

With Everyone

The Greatest Showman Cast – The Other Side (Official Audio)

Panic! At The Disco – The Greatest Show (from The Greatest Showman: Reimagined) [Official Audio]

The Greatest Showman Cast – The Greatest Show (Official Audio)


THE “R”!! CANNOT ESCAPE MY STALKER CAM!!

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