Sunday, 2 September 2012

Seven Little Mares

Seven little horses all in a row. Set them free in Albia and see how far they go! =^_^=

It's about time for another post concerning my C1 world. Without wanting to waffle on like I usually do, let's jump right in.

Rosie greets everyone with a great big smile. She's overjoyed to see you! She's delighted. She's positively thrilled to bits! She's...been sipping down a bit too much hootch! It's a wonder she hasn't fallen over while leaning over so far when she's had so many drinks.

The hootch cans were all stashed in the pond under the waterfall for a while where noone could have any. But the hootch shelf looked lonely and bare, so I decided to leave one green can lying out for any interested Norns. Rosie has proved herself over and over so far to be the kind of Norn who can take care of herself very well. She does this not only by travelling all over the world but by eating everything that's edible, (And some things that aren't). She munches the grubs, the Twinkies, honey, carrots, lemons, name it. So, I guess it was a mistake on my part then to reincorporate all of the hootch cans back onto the shelf, seeing how much she was enjoying just one. She grabbed drink after drink and became very merry and tipsy.
Rosie giggle drunkenly and stumbled on her dark soft paws, swaying along the planks of the underground walkway...until she walked into a post with a solid 'clonk!' of her noggin. Ow. That had to hurt, Rosie, luv. :D

There was a moment of worry yet much to my relief, she seemed not to feel anything despite the noise that impact had made! Sweet Rosie blinked a bit before continuing on in her blissful stupor to pester the parakeet, sallying forth wearing a big wobbly grin. Oh the joys of too much manky~! ;) 
(Yes, I do realise that I may sometimes overdramatise things and here is a fine example. XD It's all in the name of fun so I apologise if this does happen to bother anyone. It's easier not to think too much about it and just go with the flow like a Bondi Norn...okay?).

Drifting away from my silly girl with a bit of a chuckle, I went to see how my other lovely females are doing and how much they've been growing. Three were found on the balmy tropical island, once home to my Fluffbum Grendel, who is currently elsewhere (and by that I don't mean he's dead! Never fear).
Harper is the fine filly playing with the button on the top level. Her different Norn legs thankfully means that this is one of the easier girls to tell apart from the others. Harper can usually be picked out from the crowd easily enough if she isn't around many other red Norns. I'm not entirely certain which breed of Norn legs those are. :/ I can say they aren't Purple Mountain legs with 100 percent surety though!
On the next level down by the lemons is Pan, having some fun with the boombox. It only seems to work once in a while yet my Norns still seem to like it a lot. Maybe they are pushing it wrong or trying to eat it or pull it.
The third Norn, the one being whisked away by the submarine, is the delightful Cola, named after the fizzy popular drink. Now that she's older I think I can detect a slight green tinge to her fur, though this could just be because someone suggested it earlier. It might or might not be there. All I know is she is the darkest out of all my beauties and another easy to identify. She doesn't have the best eating or sleeping habits and loves to wander a lot so she's a bit of a handful. I suppose the word that could suit her is 'spirited'.

Knowing Cola and I were bound to meet again, I left the island ponies to seek out the rest of my tiny herd. This time it is Strawberry and Rosie, who must have rode the cart with wheels across the swampy water to the cave. Something quite funny had happened here.
Strawberry kind of freaked out upon taking the lift down only to meeting Rosie already there. She must have been seeking peace and quiet away from her many sisters in the jungle area from whence she came and cried "Run Norn" as soon as she saw Rosie. Rosie, thinking it a fun game, also cried out "Run" and proceeded to speed towards the left with a huge smile still plastered on her dial. Poor Strawberry was simply trying to get away. Sometimes this world feels very teeny tiny. I like my world big and full of fantastical things, adventures, hidden nooks and crannies as well as peaceful, secret places. Maybe Strawberry feels the same.

Leaving these two to sort out their troubles for a minute, I went to visit Honey. She looked very uncomfortable standing in the garden and I could imagine her fanning a tiny paw at her sweaty face and neck while complaining. Either it's summer in Albia or I believe all this excess heat is caused by my oven COB in the kitchen. My Norns like to push the part that makes the toasty fire roar to life as well as pushing the crackling fireplace and burning themselves...multiple times in a row. Afterwards they whine of being too hot for several minutes so I try to entice them back out to the garden for fresh air and drinks. I have installed a fan COB for them to push to cool down as well but am seriously considering removing the oven COB because even though the food it dispenses is wonderful (especially for sick Norns and baby Norns), it probably has been causing more trouble than good lately. Honey prodded at my conscience with her whinging and I wavered yet again. Maybe I'll only use the oven room in cold temperatures, like if I use the winter snow storm or the rain storm.

Smart Honey went and got herself a drink from the vendor. Not only did she push the pink lemonade vendor, she grabbed the drink straight after and started gulping it down! Good girl Honey. Maybe we should keep the oven a little bit longer.
(The two Norns beneath her are Strawberry and Rosie. They took the wheeled water cart back across the tunnel together. Strawberry was mostly dragged against her will.)

Checking back on the island I found Cola and Harper having a chat by the deep blue waters. They did some nice work staying out of the sun under the peachy shade umbrella, playing with the radio and protecting themselves from skin cancer. Cola wouldn't eat much when left to herself but Harper showed her what to do by straying occasionally to eat stuff before coming back. Here's hoping that behaviour continues.

Travelling down in the lift some time later, the two females found themselves in a newly decorated cave tunnel. A wending vine bearing icy blue flowers was growing up the walls, lending a burst of colour to the otherwise dim, dank area. Straight away, the curious creatures inspected the vine, it being something new to them.
Feeling adventurous when the cart came squeaking in for a visit, Cola declared her intentions to give it a try. Harper instead wondered if the flowers were edible. I broke a few off for her to try. Cola picked one up but after she dropped it, Harper happily crunched down all three of them. :) I have to wonder how they must taste. Minty flavours come to mind.

Honey had finally cooled off out in the spring sunshine and soft breezes of the garden. She amused herself playing with several toys, now that she wasn't too hot to move around, while a bright butterfly flitted overhead.
In case anyone is wondering, The Happy Pink Flowers are a COB from the website and owner of Jessi's COBs as is the Bilumea vine (above). Thank you so much to Jessica at Discover Albia for recommending these works of art and thanks again to Jessi. xoxo My Norns and I are very grateful.

The world seemed to be full of sweetness and peace. Strawberry and Rosie had continued their travels up to the place where the projector with slideshow lives. Worn out from her constant adventuring and her earlier escapades, Rosie collapsed in the lift and fell into a dreamless slumber. With the soothing sound of the waterfall gently lilting nearby, the soft drone of the honeybees and the trilling of the birds, it would have been hard not to be lulled into a deep sleep.
Perhaps because she suddenly had her wish of serenity granted or perhaps because the mischievous Rosie had grown on her, Strawberry stood over her small friend and silently watched with a smile. It looked like the two had become friends. I was worried Strawberry would waken Rosie so they could play together so I tried to distract her attention with the slideshow (without talking to her since I discovered the Hand talking when there are Norns asleep nearly always wakes them up). Thankfully, Strawberry had no such intentions. Apart from the occasional pat, she let Rosie sleep and the other awoke refreshed and alert. It's enough to make one say "Awww!"

In the garden Honey had also been joined by a friend. Noticing the cloud of butterflies hovering above their heads, I drew their attention to it with a giggle. They diligently tried to get the 'pretties' but never could, much to their confusion. Still many Norns never give up trying. "I'll get you, my pretties!" 

This is a picture of some nice juicy tomatoes. They are good eating this time of year, salty yet sweet, with a dash of Grendel snores drifing upwards from below to stimulate proper plant cell growth due to the right amount of vibrations in the air.
Fluffbum, completely oblivious, sleeps his way around most of Albia these days. His favourite trick is to wake up unexpectedly as soon as he has company, which whether you're a Grendel or not is bound to give someone a scare. It doesn't take him long to end up like this again though.

The game has been going for a few hours now. Floating to the island in search of adults, I was overjoyed to find Harper, Cola and Honey were all of breedable age! Soon it would be time to try my new strategy for breeding. But not before we grow up all the males. At this point, all of those exported are children or babies.

Rosie and Strawberry went their seperate ways eventually. While her pal went to go and poke Fluffbum awake, (much to his delight. He loves company), Strawberry tried her paw at some friendly bee whispering, never minding the harmless and indeed, beneficial stings they gave her in reply. In this sort of Albia-paradise, things were mostly safe and pleasant. All Norns had to worry about was a COB obsessed hand who stalked them for pictures throughout their lives and could possibly crash their world with her overly excessive COBs.

Seeing as all the females around this time were about the two hour mark, I exported all of them to import the males. First to come back in off the hard drive was Boots, where he happily wandered about playing with toys, munching carrots, licking honey and trying to figure out how to eat the Happy Pink Flower heads, which were not as easy to get off their stalks as he thought.
Second to come in was Strider, named after one Aragorn son of Arathorn from J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings books. Much to his horror, I am sure. XD Still I like to name my creatures after things I hold dear and Strider is one of them.
This little dark horse however, was not doing so well. After brushing up on some vocab with the Encyclopaedia Nornica (That's too long, I'm shortening it to Enc. Nornc.) he fairly cantered through the garden, across the bridge, into the jungle where, I am sorry to say, he had a run-in with antigen 2, an unknown toxin (not shown here) and some sneezing and coughing. Thsi halted him in his tracks.

Er...not entirely. He did do the spinning dance with lemons and carrots whenever he was about to take a bite, yet sneezed or coughed before he could chomp on them.  Persuasion from Hand got a couple of carrots down, plus a lemon, after which he succumbed and passed out on the floor.

Battling the illness still, yet seeming somewhat better after his nap, Strider strode back to the lemon trellis, hoping to gain some helpful vitamins. He passed a Norn along the way. Boots first impresion of the sick Norn was rather hilarious. How rude! You might think that Boots but you don't say it out loud to him! I'm sure Strider will grow up to be a wonderfully interesting creature once he gets over his illness and can play with you.

Hurray! To celebrate his recovery, and maybe to speed it along so he could play with Boots, Strider pushed the vendor like Honey before him, and gulped down the cold fizzy beverage from within.

Fully recovered and no longer contagious, the two Norns could now socialise and go on adventures together. Strider had been a baby just a second before this screenshot. He shot up fast! One moment Boots was looking down at him and the next he was looking down at Boots. It will be fun to see who grows next. 

With those two safe and happy and the illness sent packing, another Norn was blipped into existence in the land. Stilts, much like the Norn before him, went straight for the cold dungeon area beneath the temple. What is it about this place? Maybe it really is summer and the Norns are trying to escape the hot weather?

At least it was good for one thing. Lessons on how to use the Flibberty Gibbet.
Until next post...
May all your flibberties keep gibbering.


  1. Very nice update! I particularly love how you ended it. Ha ha! It's good to know that Strider survived his illness without passing it along to anyone else. Harper's legs look like those of a Banana Norn to me... I could be wrong, though!

  2. Thanks! ^///^

    Yes, I'm very relieved that the illness didn't spread. There were several moments where things were too close for comfort, with Strider and Boots determined to hang around each other even though the former was contagious. Thankfully, he recovered before Boots could catch it.

    I thought they were Banana legs too. Then again, the Fluffy/Pixie Norn legs are a light colour as well so I wasn't sure.