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Chyla and I at Legacy Park in Malibu as a monument dedicated to keeping our oceans and beaches clean. #malibuvibes #chyla #remax gateway # (at Legacy Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfwWfJJrgS3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Chyla resting up for an un-cooped weekend by the beach. #chyla Chylawolf https://www.instagram.com/p/CAQJmmNAnwb/?igshid=qmrn69bnbrb3

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Raiders Of The Lost Island Consignment Shop - Part 54

'Sorry about all the pandemonium we've caused, but don't panic, we're on your side.' 'That's okay, things panned out fine.' ♫ Person Man, Person Man, hit on the head with a... ♪ 'Quiet, insect!' 'Oh lighten up - we've just dodged a bullet, literally.' 'That would have been a good metaphor were it not for the fact they were laser weapons.' 'Whatever.' 'Anyway, insect, let's hear it.' 'Hear what?' 'How the devil you knew there was someone hiding behind the reception desk? No way would you have taken all those risks unless you knew there was back up so nearby. You're too big a coward.' 'I prefer to think of it as a refined sense of discretion.' 'Get on with it!' 'A couple of things. First Kim Kent mentioned the Taffers had contacted them. Usually whenever the Boolprop lot raise concern with local, national or international authorities about anything, one of their local agents are there on the spot liaising with them in order to report back to the Taffer Keepers as events unfold. Their absence made me wonder whether they'd saw something perhaps Kent's group didn't want anyone to see - such as the shooting of Freeman, or anything else suspicious - and were somewhere out of sight, observing events.' 'Secondly, when I came back up from the cellars beneath the town library, I spotted the World Explorers were inside, appearing to be discussing or arguing about something. This made me wonder whether they'd been the ones asked by the Taffers to investigate, and were arguing because they were meant to be tracking Moryrie and Reesaroo.' 'So your whole gamble was done on nothing more than the remote possibility it all added up to the World Explorers being behind the desk?' 'Thirdly, I briefly caught the smell of honey and lavender in the air, correlating to a perfume known to be worn by Writin_Reg, and the smell of Chanel No.5 and bogong moth - which meant Pary.' 'Remind me never to play poker with you - ever.' 'I'll take that as a compliment.' 'Where the plumbobs did they all get those pans from anyway?' 'Maybe they raided the panty?' 'I'm not going to even dignify that one ...' 'They're asking about where we acquired the pans? Can you believe them, Becca? Thought they were meant to be clever?' 'Well I don't think Tygercat ever got around to telling Aarin that one before she defected, Tangie ...' 'I'll be using my pan on that Cloverstardropkick in a minute! Smelling of bogong moths indeed!' Mare's Nest Note: For the unaware, the frying pan is standard field issue to all Taffer agents. Upon entry to the Boolprop Fight The Addiction False guild, all Taffers are presented with a cookie, a cupcake and a pan - the pan in question being first applied to their heads at high speed. A Taffer is expected to keep the pan with them at all times, and are buried with their pan upon death. 'Is it only me, Sansa, or is everyone in this world stark raving mad?' 'No, it's not only you Jon, but don't take the name Stark in vain!' 'Any more of this, and I'm chucking myself back on the first bonfire I can find!' 'Better step up with the pace, crispy face - this day's going to get a whole lot madder before it's over, especially since Zhivan's about to have a breakfast of umble pie ...' 'Oh I'm going to enjoy this! Almost makes up for my plans being thwarted.' 'Well Mayor Zhivan Karst of Twinbrook, what do we have to say for ourselves? 'If you're looking for thanks, it was the World Explorers who saved us, although I acknowledge you did keep Kim Kent and her accomplices distracted enough to allow them to make their surprise attack.' 'Not like Zhivan to be so lacking in grace, is it Becca?' 'Ho ho, wait until you see what's coming up next - that's what Zhivan's cross about!' 'Nice try, buttwings. I'm talking about you not listening to me when I warned you Bill Racket was plotting against you. Instead of listening to me, you went and consulted with the grown-ups - Walden95, Gillie and Twallan - and what did you all decide to do? Ignore what was going on in your own back yard concerning a well known family of crooks, giving Aarin and Chyla a free hand to set up and set off the events here.' 'That's a highly over-simplistic take of events...' 'Simplistic? You really thought becoming Twinbrook mayor in order to get Chyla dismissed and banned from working in the town's hospital and science labs would be enough to stop her - talk about herping the derp! You've been following their schemes for years, all the way to Sleeping Dragon, yet you still believed naively that would be enough to make them give up?' 'I made a judgement call. What was I to do, believe you? Let's be honest, Switch, you've already got a reputation for being rash - as everyone in Twinbrook knows...' 'Judgement call? Hah! I thought I made a mistake in trusting Gabriel Vigmed, but you hired the Black Scorpion - the Black Scorpion of all people, so incompetent he had to be rescued by chance by one of the people Rflong7/13 hired and her Pink Plumbob friends! Sending in a superhero who had to be rescued by those meddling kids - yeah, that worked really well, didn't it!' 'Good call, Great Knit - have to say, placing your trust in Jud Hudson's tea boy was Simguru level of derpydom.' 'Aarin, you're in no position to criticise anyone considering...' 'Whatever plans I had to do, whatever results have come from it, they pale into insignificance compared to matters here and now, which is that the whole damn world - and quite possibly the Simmerverse - is going to be toast tout suite unless I go downstairs to the Simgurus' secret labs, fix this dark matter destabilisation, and for good measure destroy this Project Olympus once and for all.' 'But first, I expect a little something from you.' '***Giggle!*** Go on Zhivan, dear, the sooner you get it over with...' 'Rrrrrrrrrrr! Alright them - I'm sorry.' 'Come on Zhivan, you can do much better than that!' 'Stay out of this Aarin, do you think Cloverstardropper honestly expect me to ...' ***Switch nods!*** 'Dammit!' 'ALRIGHT ALRIGHT THEN! I'm sorry I didn't listen to you in the first place, then maybe a lot of this imbroglio would never have happened. I'm sorry that I invalidated your differing world experiences and connections as inferior to my own purely based on your youth and not worthy of intrinsic merit in their own right and instead of trusting someone I knew instead trusted those I didn't know on the cold basis of their age and professional reputations even if they weren't necessarily appropriate to the context.' 'And?' 'And that makes me a stupid bumnugget with a stupid Amish beard, a stupid top hat and a stupid cravet, who should become the Professor of Stupidology at Stupid University - happy now you smug little twerp that you got your full pound of flesh or do you want my still beating broken heart and kidneys thrown in as well?' 'Pound of flesh? That was a whole kilogramme of prime steak with all the trimmings straight from Marks and Spencers!' 'My plumbobs, Zhivan Karst, you were always so damn sexy when angry. Those sultry nights in Jazzhandia I thought you were going to put Lawertend or Sabsyrina into orbit with it. Whatever happened to us? I miss that cool exterior hiding the raging fire inside!' 'Uhhhhh, Aarin? My Magical Unicorn?' 'Oh er um, nothing Chyla, nothing at all!' 'You'd think they'd all the time in the world, the way they're carrying on!' 'Sansa's right, people. We need to be focusing on stopping this contraption you've spoken about from destroying the world.' 'Hey, don't wear my name out, Jon - I don't want them turning nasty on me next!' 'Yeah Jon, of course, best you guys help out the World Explorers here with clearing things up, then they can take you to a safe refuge somewhere as far away from Moonlight Falls as possible. Rflong7/13 - she with the white top hat - controls a large number of lands: they can hide you and everyone else that has come through those damned LLAMA boxes in them until this is all sorted out.' 'What about Kent, O'Dorke and the rest of them?' 'Ah, tie them up and put them upside down in the dumpsters, they'll keep for now.' 'Did I hear my name being mentioned? I hope you're not presuming to give orders to us all, Aarin - you're not the United Nations of The Sims little pet rule-breaking boffin anymore ...' 'Becca, you need to get yourselves and everyone else you can as far away from here as fast as possible at once. I may be able to shut down the dark matter leaks, but I cannot guarantee what I will find regarding that Project Lazarus in the laboratories below here. Judging by what Kim Kent said, I think the Simgurus have already put something into motion, and there's no guarantee I can stop it - it may even be programmed to destroy our world if anyone attempts to interfere with it.' If that's the case, there's only one thing left I can do, and that's to instantly set off all those thermobaric bombs I have down at La Shove Beach by remote to ensure every trace of Project Lazarus and Project Olympus - whatever machinery is in operation, whatever it has been programmed to do - is deleted from existence forever. There would be no time to escape - even a second's delay could prove too late. Every single living creature still in Moonlight Falls at that moment would have to be eradicated straight away so the Simmerverse may continue...' PART FIFTY FIVE TO FOLLOW!

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Raiders Of The Lost Island Consignment Shop - Part 53

'Kim, I know we've had our differences, I know you've disapproved of my methods, but are you and your friends really going to cause the deaths - the annihilation - of an entire dimension of innocent lifeforms you're preparing to abandon anyway; out of some sense of ... of tidiness?'

'You're in no position to moralise when you were planning to thermobaric bomb Moonlight Falls at dawn today, weren't you? We received warning from Boolprop what you were up to an hour ago.

'Tygercat I'll bet - damn her! Anyway it was also Sunset Valley, Riverview, Twinbrook and Bridgeport, so her intelligence wasn't up to much if you only discovered hours after it would have gone ahead had I not been persuaded at the last minute not to.'

'Aarin, how could you!'

'Oh do be quiet Zhivan - you were quiet enough when you were at my side for long enough!'

'Yeah, and hey, by the way Zhivan, thanks for not listening to me about the Rackets plotting against you with the result their scheming with Chyla brought us all to this date with disaster down the line!'

'Silence, insect! Don't interrupt when I'm snarking!'

'Boolprop?'

'Yeah, Sansa, Taffers - this bonkers esoteric international cult which started somewhere north of here and Hidden Springs, convinced they're keepers of mystical knowledge, in particular something about the secret of the Glitches or something. Another lot obsessed with the Winterbottom code as well as a result!'

'The what?'

'Never mind!'

'Hidden Springs? So there are other towns besides this?'

'Well DUH! We knew a girl called Velcroshoes from that part of the world once, the north of SimNation, and we thought Reesaroo was one though she always denied it. There's another called MadameLee - sheesh, she's a whole other story - more's the pity none of us are going to live long enough to tell you it. We thought it was their obsession with Kraft Dinner and Maple syrup washed down with milk drunk from bags that made them all mad. Mind you, Twallan came from those parts, so they're not all round the bend...'

'Is this your idea of helping?'

'Well said, Clara, we may find a place for you and the Doctor in our new dimension yet.'

'I'm sorry...'

'Apology accepted.'

'Don't interrupt, insect! I'm sorry, but I appear to be suffering from compassion constipation - because I don't care a shit what the Doctor's latest fuckrag has to say; or him; or the rest of you. The clock is ticking. Your brains - as ever - aren't.'

'Perhaps we should cut to the chase and spill what's left of your brain all over these tiles.'

'You're under the illusion when this world implodes Rodiek and Nardone have room for you in the Simguru clown car to drive off to this fourth dimension. So tell me Kent, Hipp, O'Dourke, the other one - when were you digitised for it? 'Cos you've only got a few hours left to skedaddle over to it before this one goes Tits McGee up!'

'Nice try Aarin - but it's not going to work.'

'What's not going to work? Come on, spit it out.'

'Your attempt to divide us.'

'Oh, so you are admitting you've not been digitised yourself? After all, you would only consider my question an attempt to split you if you hadn't and you were worried at the possibility they had - feeling one's expendability are we? You ought to - how many of their little helpers from the second dimension arrived here? Certain Simmie families of wealth and influence, yes, but not common or garden variety lab rats like you.'

'You've not thought this through at all, have you? What was the plan? Threaten to kill us the way you killed Gordon Freeman and at the last moment "generously" offer to spare us if I did what you said, which was - let me guess - fixing the digitiser in the basement so you lot could escape in time? No deal, hooker boots bitch - we die, you're going down with us! No escape, no get out of fail free, no continue where you left off if you insert coin and press fire in ten seconds. We lose. You lose - losers!'

'By the time we've finished with you, you'll be begging for the chance to help us.'

'To think Sansa and Shireen we thought negotiation skills were poor in Westeros!'

'Shireen can't hear you, Jon, I think she's gone into shock.'

'You think you hold all four aces. All you hold is four fingers on four triggers of four laser pistols. But in one hour - assuming our dimension hasn't popped like bubblewrap beforehand -  Elphaba Thropp, who you idiots thought you'd killed, and her gang of Teenage Mutant Ninja Mangas will come crashing in here with a crowd of pissed off teachers and brats from Hogwarts - with wands, in the town with the highest magical index in the world. Whatever you will have done to us will be five minutes on the naughty step compared to what they're going to do to those who set up the technological system which spewed them here in the first place. Get out of my sight while the going's good - for it's the only chance of survival you're getting from me today.'

'I'm warning you, Aarin...'

'Do your worst - you'll never get away with this!'

'Oh Aarin - REALLY!'

'What?'

'"You'll never get away with this". SERIOUSLY? There you were, delivering a scathing and concise denouement of the logic of their thought presses, and you ruin it with that piece of Nancy Drew crap - "you'll never get away with this!" I almost feel embarrassed for you.'

'Tsh! Nothing wrong with that phrase, beetle brows. And that was not a denouement, that was a denouncement, oyaji licker!'

'Was it? And hey, who are you calling an oyaji licker, at least I don't look like a goth cottonbud!''

'Yes! ***FACEPALM!*** A denouement is the end sequence of a story where all the plotlines and threads are tied together.'

'As opposed to Nancy Drew where it's the end of the story where she's untied.'

'Oh, you noticed that too? Like almost every - single - f**king story!'

'And don't start me on the Hardy Boys - two middle class WASP twinks going around looking for big tough men from the other side of the tracks to rough them up all the time. What do all three do away from this - spend quality time with their friends in scenarios with transparently homoerotic undertones. Agetha Christie for kids my arse - more like baby's first fetish fuel!'

'Jeez Louise, why don't they find themselves a leather club or a munch to go to and work through their sexuality issues instead of sublimating it by doing their best to get themselves killed? It's not like they even get paid for solving any of the non-mysteries they solve. Like, come on - American teens expect ten bucks just for handing you the  mail delivered to their house accidentally!'

'This is what happened when queer-curious teens from middle class repressive backgrounds aren't sent to private boarding schools so they can kink f**k out of themselves out of the moralising sight of their families and suburban society.'

'Oh come on - what about Hogwarts? The most risque they get is French kissing - and that's from a Dementor! They don't even go to the bathroom. Not ever.'

'Neither do Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys.'

'Aha! Is River Heights a suburb of Skyrim where no one poops or pisses either?

'Maybe they just have the Steel Bladder lifetime reward? Hey they do go to the bathroom in Hogwarts, but only to mix potions and let Moaning Myrtle perv over them when they're trying to wash.'

'ENOUGH ALREADY! If you think we're going to let you two vaudervillains wind down the clock you've got another thought coming. Now, you Aarin are going to go down to the basement and power up the digitiser so we can all join this new world - Piper, Liam, Lia and I first, of course! - otherwise you and all your friends are all going to die, very, very slowly...'

'Okay, Insect, any more bright ideas?'

'Um, nope. Fresh out of inspiration and perspiration. We're doomed. May as well take a deep breath and...'

'Ooo! Ooo! Switchy knows! Switchy has an idea.'

'What now, monkey face?'

'It's so simple ... why didn't I think of it before?'

'That's what I was afraid of hearing...'

'Oh you're going to love this ... it's so evil you'd wish I'd been one of your Founding Fifteen.'

'Oh joy ... why do I get the impression though I'm going to be left wishing you'd allowed us all instead to die with some measure of our respective dignities left intact?'

'Oh Kim dear - SWEETIE PIE! - can I have a quick word?'

'Okay, you win, Aarin will get you digitised and we'll do anything else you want us to do, but before she does this, can I ask you one small little minor itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot favour?'

'You're seeing sense at last. Very well, go on.'

'Shoot me!'

'What?'

'What?'

'What?'

'WHAT?'

'I don't understand what she's up to?'

'Oh, isn't it obvious? She's taking the easy way out. A clean death compared with what may follow. Remember what father said farmers around the Long Lake used to do in harsh winters if it froze over so they couldn't fish, cutting their own throats and their children's.'

'Quiet, eye candies! She's rolling.'

'It will be my pleasure. But don't expect me to kill you first time. I'm going to make this a long, protracted, and ultimately painful process...'

'Then do it! Guns are for firing, aren't they? You're very quick to point them, but we all know you can't afford even to try using them again. I've just figured something out - wanna hear it? Or as The Great Knit put it, do you want to run away now while you still can?'

'If Piper doesn't, I will. You've been a lot of trouble to us, and I'd be happy to pop one in that big mouth of yours.'

'You? Minnie Mouse? What a laugh! You scream if there's a spider in the room and you expect us to be scared of you pointing a gun? You were a drip when you were an intern at Landgraab Industries and all these years later you're merely a drip a little higher up the food chain!'

'Aarin, there's a time for bravado, and this isn't one of them!'

'Silence, Chyla. I'm not letting that Switch brat out-bravado me!'

'Oh I get it before you start - how noble! You would rather die than betray your friends and the Simming world rather than help us. You're so obvious with your little time wasting routines. Well, let me show you another way you can be persuaded - Liam, if they don't agree to do as we tell them, Mayor Karst dies!'

'Thanks a lot you two, it's really been a pleasure knowing you both, one barrel of laughs after another - now ending down the barrel of a gun!'

'Oh not immediately Mayor Karst. Liam will do it slowly. I want to watch them suffer as you suffer. Our laser pistols have all sorts of setting to make the business as long and protracted as we decide. Your kneecaps first, then your arms, then your legs...'

'There we have it, ladies and gentlefolk - the lackeys of the Simgurus exposed for what they truly are, prepared to torture and murder the democratically elected mayor of one of SimNation's major cities. I'd be shocked and appalled if I didn't think they were bluffing. You see ... I don't think they're confident about those laser weapons they're packing at all.'

'Shut up!'

'I don't think they're confident they could kill all of us before the survivors killed them.'

'I said shut up!'

'Four guns. You Zhivan saw two of them fired earlier, Zhivan  - but what makes you think they can fire again? I've not heard about any working laser guns in our world before. Have you Aarin? You're the advanced weapons expert around here! Oh sure ... there was those Daleks out there, but how do you know their guns were firing laser death rays, and aren't in fact merely wands in our world, acting overpowered but non-lethal as Jessamine's did over on Niua Simoa earlier? Nothing else that's come out of those LLAMA boxes has turned out quite as planned, has it?'

'ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL KILL YOU!'

'Which makes Kim and her buddies' laser pistols experimental prototypes at best, in an area with a high magical field which causes mass malfunctions of technological equipment. They'll probably take considerable time to recharge between shots, making them as useful as muskets - once you've shot four of us, that leaves the other five to rip you to pieces - Jon's got a very nice sword, Sansa and Shireen have daggers, and heaven knows what Chyla's packing... so go right ahead - shoot!'

'But I think we've come to the end now of our little game, Kim Kent. The magic of all our science may shine brighter than a thousand suns, but it has blinded morality until such enlightenment has put us on the edge of a new, eternal Dark Age. You four think you're made of Teflon - but you are about to come unstuck...'

Without warning, and without mercy, did the World Explorers fall upon their enemy - for concealed behind the receptionist's desk and hearing all, now they knew whom their true enemy be.

Distaining fortune with their brandished Tri-Play Stainless, forged in cerastone, their knuckles white upon the silicone hilts, the copper bottoms rained down upon their foes and smote their ruin upon the ceramic tile floor.

'I'm not sure right now whether to feel relieved or more apprehensive than before.'

'Right now Doctor, with these four so skilled in the culinary martial arts, looking relieved is by far the healthier of the two options!'

PART FIFTY FOUR TO FOLLOW!

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Chela at Bayside Park by Casa Del Mar #chyla https://www.instagram.com/p/BqAWVz3hm6P/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1r2srv42n2hn4

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Chyla is ready for a Labor Day Weekend of spreading the love. #chyla #chylahusky #chylawolf https://www.instagram.com/p/BnOdyKbAk6g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xohlg8n36zna

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Chyla the wolf dog on a beautiful 70ish degree Friday morning in the rose garden. #chyla. #chylahusky #santamonicavibe