1 December 2006

We were just dazzled by the gifts from our prego ss, Rooskie.  Rooskie sent a box of individually wrapped goodies for our CED dolls, most notably for helicopter pilot Camellia and selkie Koi-Lung, but lots for all to share.  Also Rooskie included a number of elegant handwritten cards... elegant to us, anyway, because they all matched, and they were neat and made of classy paper, and her handwriting is so nice.

We did our initial unwrapping upstairs, where Silky was still hanging around from an earlier photo shoot.  Silky is currently bald because her wig fell off when she took a header recently, and we haven't put one back on.  She doesn't mind; she's lovely regardless.  Being a vinyl Obitsu, she is a fairly durable and good-humored gal.


All:  Oooh!

Camellia:  Lilith has to see this!  (awesome shiny knife with crescent moons and pentacle motif).  This one's definitely for her.

Cara:    I get this one!


Cara:  "Oooh -what is that smell?"
Camellia:  "What IS that smell?"
Silky (offscreen):   "Oooh, lutefisk!  And potatoes!  Yumm!"  (Silky has also been away from the sea for too long.)



Closeup of this all-too-nifto custom-crafted piece of art!  (On the plate!)



The "lutefisk" came with this lovely verse:

“O lutefisk, O lutefisk, how fragrant your aroma.

O lutefisk, O lutefisk, you put me in a coma.

You smell so strong, you look like glue.

You taste just like an overshoe.

O lutefisk, come Sunday,

I tink I eat you anyvey.”

“Let’s see… Passport?  Check.  Map?  Check.  Foreign currency?  Check.  Cards to pass the endless hours of waiting?  Check.  Okay, it wasn’t the most exciting mission she’d ever been on, but there were possibilities.  And her contact was very handsome… “    

Meanwhile, Camellia has scoped out the next gift to open. 

“They were her favorite pair of pants.  Sure, they were starting to look bad, but every tear, every grease spot, every chemical stain was a memory.  She’d had these pants ever since her early days as an airplane mechanic, back at that small regional airport.  Not that she wanted to go back!

 Her life as a helicopter pilot was much more exciting.  But, she had to admit, life was simpler back then.

 She sighed, pushed the memories to the back of her mind, and headed to the airport.  She had a mission.”

Cara:  Omygodomygodomygod!  Camellia!
Camellia:  Wow, these are awesome!  Oh, they feel so nice!  They're so soft!


Cara:  Try them on!  Try them on!
Camellia:  Ooh, they fit nice, too.
Cara:  Nice abs, fix your shirt, dear.
Camellia:  Sorry.  But not very.  Wow, this top is like... it's like gossamer.

 

“Just a couple accessories every girl needs!”

Yes, mine!  Mine all mine!

Camellia:  Looks like this card's for Koi-Lung, call her up here.






Koi-lung, reading:

“Although she enjoyed her life with humans, there were times she longed for the sea and her true family.  If only she could find where he hid her sealskin!  She must think like him.  Where would he keep his most prized possession?”

Cara:  This is just spooky!

Koi-lung:  Ooooh!  Soft!

Camellia:  Don't go disappearing on us, now!
Koi-Lung:  Don't worry, I'll be back.  This is home now.


All seemed to be going well... swimmingly... until we opened that last lovely cylinder shape!

“It may not be the finest chocolate in the world, but it is produced locally, and it’s a family tradition in our house.”

 It was full of a delicious chocolate-covered crunchy minty confection!  Chaos ensued!

The aftermath...


The culprit: