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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 12:51 am
Purchase Journal Entry
“Twenty minutes. I got time!â€
Huffing and puffing, Lizzy jogged down the street with her messenger bag filled with work clothes and notebooks. It was the few moments she had to herself between classes and work and Adam needed a birthday present. Yet, she wasn’t even sure what he’d like.
“I want to get something special, something us.†she mumbled to herself as she glanced over the shop titles. They had been drifting apart lately and this present was sure to bring them back together; she knew it. A scented oil shop stopped her first.
Barging in, she halted at the first shelf she encountered. Her eyes glanced over the scents quickly yet she found none that stood out in her mind. The clock ticked loudly, pressuring her either to move on or make a decision. Just one more look, she thought.
The second shelf held her answer—an almond latte scented oil. It was just like last semester, when they’d chug back lattes and pass the afternoon.
“Fate!†Lizzy yelped a bit too loudly as she picked up the oil and walked to the counter. Smoothing her frazzled hair with her free hand, Lizzy placed the oil by the register. She couldn’t help but grin foolishly as the woman rung her up for the present. All she had to do now was wait for after work; when her gift would change his mind and mend the rift between them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 9:47 am
Lighting Prompt (Required to reach Lit Scent stage) You have just purchased an oil burner and a specific scented oil from the Solace Scents shop and you can't wait to light it! Now that you're home, it's time to find the perfect place to light that scent! However, strange things seem to happen when you do... particularly with the smoke...
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:25 pm
Lighting Response
The sound of a heavy backpack dropping to the floor echoed through the empty apartment. It was another long day of work and classes for Lizzy and she was more than exhausted. She couldn't keep up like this; she knew it. With classes and twenty hours a week at work shoved into five days, it was no wonder that she was slowly burning out like a candle at the end of it's wick.
Hmm. A forgot memory tugged at her. Lizzy left her backpack by the door and walked over to the closet near the kitchen. The wooden door opened with a soft creak. A decorated box sat on the top shelf collecting dust; a forgotten present never given away. Her finger tips inched the box closer to her until it fell into her palms. She brought it down to herself and delicately undid the bow she had tied months before. There the oil burner still slept, unlit and waiting to be brought to life.
A vengeful thought passed through her mind as she lifted it out of the box and sat it on the kitchen table. A faint whiff of almond lattes caught her nose and convinced her otherwise. It was too nice of a thing to blame it for a fallen relationship. Pulling a lighter out of back pocket, she lit the candle and sat down next to it. The oil burned, letting off smoke as light as steam off of a fresh cop of coffee.
She took a deep breath in and inhaled the smell of espresso being brewed—bold, rich, and strong as if the beans had just been extracted and roasted minutes before. It was soothing; yet it jolted and shook your senses, awaking them into consciousness. The scent lingered a moment before being masked by the aroma of steamed almond milk. Light and frothy, the fragrance enveloped the room and sweetened the air. Another deep breath and she was stilled. It both energized and calmed, relieving her of her stress yet motivating her to tackle anything that laid ahead. “Wow†she thought, “Now if only my coffee could taste as good as this smells.â€
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:19 pm
Awakening Prompt (Required To Reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end of it all.------ [For Those Who Want To RP Finding The Child Only]Having remembered something you needed to do, you ran out of your home quickly, forgetting all about the burning oils inside. You return content, having completed your task only to find a small child wandering the halls of your home, leaving oily foot steps behind, leading to a cracked burner, and split candle wax. Describe your reaction, and how you deal with the oil tracking child.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:26 pm
Olivia Solace Awakening Prompt (Required To Reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end of it all.------ “I will become this animal… perfectly adapted to a music hall… I will become this animal†Lizzy hummed along with the music softly drifting from her stereo sitting above her bed. Her lighter flicked into a flame and she lit the last bit of wick for the remaining drops of oil left. The burner emitted its swan song of light and aroma throughout the purple room. Taking in a deep breath, she took in the last smell of scent left.
The past few weeks, the oil had been her energy—her uplifting force for when she had no more motivation to keep working on her projects. Now without it, she would have to have to resort back to a normal cup of coffee. A mournful sigh left her lips as she pulled herself from her nest of blankets and half sketches to brew herself a pot of inspiration. As she floated into the kitchen, the music wafted after her, slowly dying out.
HHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSS! The sound of steam being released blasted from her room. The loud hissing jolted Lizzy from her daydreams; her coffee mug slipped between her fingers and crashed to the kitchen floor, breaking into pieces. s**t! The hissing continued—she was stuck between cleaning up the broken pieces and discovering what that awful noise was. She chose the latter. Walking suspiciously, she poked her head, and then her whole body in the door frame of her room. A sight unlike anything she had seen lay before her eyes.
Steam filled the room; it seemed to be coming from the oil burner. Light dew coated everything in her room as the steam suddenly halted. A brown oil covered figure formed as the steam settled and slowly began to unmask the bedroom. An alien?! Lizzy yelped and fell back as the figure sat on her desk and hopped down to the rug, leaving a trail of oil in its wake. It shook itself off like a puppy that had just rolled around in the mud; brown oil splattered the room. Lizzy could now see that the figure at least didn’t look like an alien. It may even be a little girl. But how?
"What are you? Who are you? Where did you come from?" Lizzy stammered off. It, she, took a step forward and faint aroma of almond lattes tickled Lizzy’s noise. Lizzy thought she knew the answer, but how could a child just pop out of that burner? The girl giggled before answering, “What am I? I’m a lady, of course! Where did I come from? Well…†the girl, or rather lady as she saw herself, tilted her head in consideration before she answered, “It was green, and brown, and pink! And yellow and orange and sometimes black… andâ€
Lizzy stopped her, “What? That doesn’t make any sense! If you came out of that burner like I thought you did then how-"
“If you saw where I came from then why did you ask?†the girl replied boldly, seemingly unafraid of questioning Lizzy’s reasoning in the same way Lizzy was questioning hers.
Lizzy’s fear had left her. She pulled herself up from her demeaning position on the floor and stood. The girl, now uninterested in the once frighten lady in front of her, drew an oily smiley face on her stomach, the belly button naturally taking place for a nose.
Lizzy was unsure on how to deal with a child. Glancing around the room, the browned oil had splattered across everything, including her homework. She groaned as she eyed the source. Thinking of the only solution, Lizzy asked a question that this girl would soon hate: “Do you want a bath?â€
The girl looked up from her finger painting and asked back, “What’s a bath?†Lizzy smiled; this girl if not confusing in nature and in origins, was at least cute. She held out her hand for the girl’s. “Here, I’ll show you.â€
The girl in return placed hers in Lizzy’s and followed. In her mind a bath was much more magical and exciting then what she would soon find.
“So little lady†Lizzy asked the girl as the walked hand in hand, “Do you have a name?â€
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:55 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:54 am
[In Between Notes -Guardian] Meter is the regular recurring pattern of strong and weak beats of equal duration; also known as time. The meter or time signature in a musical composition is indicated by a fraction, and located at the beginning of a piece of music. The lower number of the fraction tells what kind of note receives one beat. The upper number tells how many beats are in a measure.
A child appeared in my room yesterday and I don’t know what to make of it. I found some of my old clothes; they seem to fit her well… Why am I making this sound so mundane?!
In Western music there are two types of meter, simple and compoud. In simple meter the upper number is either 2, 3, or 4. Each beat is subdivided by two.
Maybe because I don’t want to believe she is real. I keep thinking she will disappear just as mysteriously as she appeared; but every morning I wake up and find her sleeping in the spare room. I have to test this again, to see if I’m not crazy.
In compound meter the upper number is either 6,9, or 12. Each beat is a dotted note and subdivided into groups of three beats.
I think I know my way back to the shop; it shouldn’t be hard to find. If I go through with this, buying and lighting another burner, then I may end up with another child on my hands. But that risk is mandatory when my sanity is at stake. Maybe even, my aunt would be able to help me…
An interval is the distance between two notes. Intervals are always counted from the lower note to the higher one, with the lower note being counted as one. Intervals come in different qualities and size. If the notes are sounded successively, it is a melodic interval. If sounded simultaneously, then it is a harmonic interval.
Pana found my old card deck. I thought she would just want to play Go Fish with it, but she says that they speak the future to her. She is strange indeed, but she did predict that I’d do well in school this year. Well, that is, if I can keep my focus!
The smallest interval used in Western music is the half step. A visual representation of a half step would be the distance between a…
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 1:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 1:02 pm
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