An Alternate Slice of Reality
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In an alternate slice of reality...
In which writer Monet11 visits Tallulah La Rue
Tallulah La Rue wears a hat, and when you meet her for an appointment, so will you. It is part of the contract you sign when you ask for an interview. A non-negotiable demand that must be agreed upon before you are even allowed to read the second page of the contract.
The second page of the contract simply says that you will meet her at her convenience, at her place of choosing, and for the length of time she decides. No exceptions. Her assistant will pick you up, with your packed bag, and you will be off for an adventure who knows where and for however long she decides.
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It’s not that Tallulah is demanding. Far from it. She has the happiest of attitudes. She’s fashionable, she’s charming, and she’s a completely engaging, positive ray of sunshine. It is her way of life. It's just that she has multiple stalkers, fans, and enemies who are boiling over with jealousy of her great success. Tallulah is the 3rd wealthiest person in all of this slice of reality. And she is the only person to be on the list due to a reason other than "inherited" status. Tallulah has earned her wealth.
She is the queen of the Gothic Romance. She is in love with life itself, the very essence of her being is to awaken others to the passion of simply being alive. The fact that she does it using romance novels was a business decision. She's actually got a degree in physics. A lot of people spend a lot of money looking for what is missing in their lives. Tallulah believes that most people just need to embrace the passionate expression of life - To look for passion everywhere. Even in the most mundane and commonplace things. This sounds like psychological mumbo-jumbo and it would never sell. So, Tallulah wrapped it up in a big book of heaving bosoms and made a fortune.
In an alternate slice of reality...
In which writer Monet11 visits Tallulah La Rue
Tallulah La Rue wears a hat, and when you meet her for an appointment, so will you. It is part of the contract you sign when you ask for an interview. A non-negotiable demand that must be agreed upon before you are even allowed to read the second page of the contract.
The second page of the contract simply says that you will meet her at her convenience, at her place of choosing, and for the length of time she decides. No exceptions. Her assistant will pick you up, with your packed bag, and you will be off for an adventure who knows where and for however long she decides.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53051206171_e159e84274_c.jpg
It’s not that Tallulah is demanding. Far from it. She has the happiest of attitudes. She’s fashionable, she’s charming, and she’s a completely engaging, positive ray of sunshine. It is her way of life. It's just that she has multiple stalkers, fans, and enemies who are boiling over with jealousy of her great success. Tallulah is the 3rd wealthiest person in all of this slice of reality. And she is the only person to be on the list due to a reason other than "inherited" status. Tallulah has earned her wealth.
She is the queen of the Gothic Romance. She is in love with life itself, the very essence of her being is to awaken others to the passion of simply being alive. The fact that she does it using romance novels was a business decision. She's actually got a degree in physics. A lot of people spend a lot of money looking for what is missing in their lives. Tallulah believes that most people just need to embrace the passionate expression of life - To look for passion everywhere. Even in the most mundane and commonplace things. This sounds like psychological mumbo-jumbo and it would never sell. So, Tallulah wrapped it up in a big book of heaving bosoms and made a fortune.
Spoiler
I wore my hat, as per contract, and took smelling salts just in case. Tallulah had rented a cottage in Henford on Bagley. She was in search of a new muse for a tender tale of falling in love-The first time that one's eyes opened to see the poetry of moving through life with abandoned relish. Tallulah was aglow with possibilities for a new story. The pent-up nature of the small town and very reserved people living there had aroused her curiosity. She was looking ever so gently at the fabric of small-town life and all its secret underpinnings with a great care.
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She said we’d have tea later, but she was inspired right now and didn’t want to lose the moment. She requested that I simply enjoy the clouds while she continued her painting. She didn’t want me to intrude upon her creative space. So, I lay still and pondered the clouds while she painted, humming ever so gently, over the canvas, while talking to me about her physics degree, which was largely wasted in her current career.
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The interview, once started, went splendidly. She openly and giddily described her visit to Moonwood Mill. I told her that I was unable to find Moonwood on a map and asked her for directions. She laughed and asked if I knew any werewolves as only werewolves can get into Moonwood Mill. I told her that I found werewolves to be not so interesting as well, say, pirates, and had never bothered looking for one. She laughed and said that the werewolves she knew made for very good pirates indeed. It was all, she assured me, about passion. And life, she said, was only worth living if there was plenty of passion and there is passion found in everything. Even between things normally kept apart by a very great distance.
I found this thought rather distressing, and after I was revived by use of smelling salts, she took me around the deep dark forest surrounding Henford. She was positively delightful and talked about the flora and fauna and the passion pulsating throughout the galaxy, and throughout the various places in this alternate reality. She asked me if I knew of quantum entanglement.
"I'm sorry, what?" was my reply.
"Quantum entanglement," she said, with a laugh, "you know, spooky action at a distance".
"I'm sorry, spooky action at a distance?"
"It's Einstein. Look it up."
I told her I was a little confused by the turn of our conversation.
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"Everything follows rules," she said. "Nothing can occupy the same space, and that includes in time. But small things follow strange rules and when things are entangled, they react to one another regardless of the distance between them. For example, you are currently here with me, in Henford on Bagley. But let us imagine that there is someone who owes you money, and that person is in Granite Falls."
"Yes...", I said unsteadily, not sure where this was going.
"And let's imagine that person found a secret treasure of herbs and became wealthy. Well, you might, without knowing of this person's luck, suddenly become extremely happy for no known reason. But because of "spooky action at a distance", you actually do know, at the smallest level, that this person now has the money to pay you."
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By this time, we had entered the town and came to sit down to enjoy some tea. I was rather surprised to find that Tallulah’s idea of tea was not the same as mine. But the drink was a lovely apricot flavor. She continued her discourse.
"Do you know that it is possible, because of "spooky action at a distance", to actually feel someone else's passion coursing through your body even if that person is very, very far away?"
No, I did not know that.
"That is why, you can't find Moonwood Mill. There is no passion connecting you there. If you empty yourself of banality, and fill yourself up with passion, it will be very easy to find."
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After her assistant revived me with the smelling salts, Tallulah gave me a warm hug and a signed copy of her physics research paper: Passion and Spooky Action: Love Makes the World Go Around. At this point, my head hurt, and I could no longer remember as to why I had even needed to know this information. But Tallulah assured me that the information would prove useful on a psychological level and that she would see what she could do to help push me along the path I had started.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53050620992_07523112b6_c.jpg
She said we’d have tea later, but she was inspired right now and didn’t want to lose the moment. She requested that I simply enjoy the clouds while she continued her painting. She didn’t want me to intrude upon her creative space. So, I lay still and pondered the clouds while she painted, humming ever so gently, over the canvas, while talking to me about her physics degree, which was largely wasted in her current career.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53051206041_6faf93c0df_c.jpg
The interview, once started, went splendidly. She openly and giddily described her visit to Moonwood Mill. I told her that I was unable to find Moonwood on a map and asked her for directions. She laughed and asked if I knew any werewolves as only werewolves can get into Moonwood Mill. I told her that I found werewolves to be not so interesting as well, say, pirates, and had never bothered looking for one. She laughed and said that the werewolves she knew made for very good pirates indeed. It was all, she assured me, about passion. And life, she said, was only worth living if there was plenty of passion and there is passion found in everything. Even between things normally kept apart by a very great distance.
I found this thought rather distressing, and after I was revived by use of smelling salts, she took me around the deep dark forest surrounding Henford. She was positively delightful and talked about the flora and fauna and the passion pulsating throughout the galaxy, and throughout the various places in this alternate reality. She asked me if I knew of quantum entanglement.
"I'm sorry, what?" was my reply.
"Quantum entanglement," she said, with a laugh, "you know, spooky action at a distance".
"I'm sorry, spooky action at a distance?"
"It's Einstein. Look it up."
I told her I was a little confused by the turn of our conversation.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53051593385_87503cfa3e_c.jpg
"Everything follows rules," she said. "Nothing can occupy the same space, and that includes in time. But small things follow strange rules and when things are entangled, they react to one another regardless of the distance between them. For example, you are currently here with me, in Henford on Bagley. But let us imagine that there is someone who owes you money, and that person is in Granite Falls."
"Yes...", I said unsteadily, not sure where this was going.
"And let's imagine that person found a secret treasure of herbs and became wealthy. Well, you might, without knowing of this person's luck, suddenly become extremely happy for no known reason. But because of "spooky action at a distance", you actually do know, at the smallest level, that this person now has the money to pay you."
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53051593375_26f533cdac_c.jpg
By this time, we had entered the town and came to sit down to enjoy some tea. I was rather surprised to find that Tallulah’s idea of tea was not the same as mine. But the drink was a lovely apricot flavor. She continued her discourse.
"Do you know that it is possible, because of "spooky action at a distance", to actually feel someone else's passion coursing through your body even if that person is very, very far away?"
No, I did not know that.
"That is why, you can't find Moonwood Mill. There is no passion connecting you there. If you empty yourself of banality, and fill yourself up with passion, it will be very easy to find."
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53051593425_2792c49816_c.jpg
After her assistant revived me with the smelling salts, Tallulah gave me a warm hug and a signed copy of her physics research paper: Passion and Spooky Action: Love Makes the World Go Around. At this point, my head hurt, and I could no longer remember as to why I had even needed to know this information. But Tallulah assured me that the information would prove useful on a psychological level and that she would see what she could do to help push me along the path I had started.
