A Tour of Jessie Incognito
A rather motley crew paid an impromptu visit to Jessie on Monday.
We had been wondering what the fuss was all about and with time on our hands, Helen, Ellen and I decided to see the potential warzone for ourselves.
We realized we would be flirting with death, so we prepared for the worst. Helen donned her chicken suit, Ellen her astronaut uniform and I my cavewoman gear, complete with club.
Rather amused at our appearances, but feeling suitably camouflaged, if a bit apprehensive, we teleported to the nearest hub and eagerly took off for the perilous flight into Jessie. We landed on what appeared to be a high-tech turret, with assorted tank-like machinery perched high in the air. We explored the turret cautiously and felt elated at our continuing existence.
After about one minute in Jessie: "We're not dead yet!" exclaimed Ellen. "This is so cool," said Helen. We continued to look around.
"We have company," Helen announced, as our arrival had apparently been noticed and a soldier arrived to welcome us. We exchanged friendly greetings and the kind soldier allowed us to continue to look around his fortress. It appeared that we were relatively safe at this juncture although we proceeded with caution and ubiquitous escort from here on in.
As is my wont, I somehow fell from the turret and plunged into some icy waters nearby. Forbidden from flying I was forced to hike by some fearsome Jeep relics and others discards as I made my way back to my fellow explorers.
Emerging from the oceanic depths, I could neither see nor hear Helen and Ellen. A quick IM established that they were adjacent to the drug cartel, a sight I never did witness for myself.
Our kindly escort continued to pave the way for me and I examined a "ministry" building and some other fascinating structures. Several other heavily armed soldiers flew around us at various points but our fair guide reassured them of our welcome and we remained unscathed.
Having toured for a bit, we fell into conversation, hovering in the skies over Jessie.
"Have you ever died?" Helen wanted to know. "Many times... when you live in Jessie you expect death..." was the reply.
"Would you kill us?" queried Ellen - virtually begging for a shot in the head... but death was not in our cards that day.
A weapon was brandished and a few jokes were exchanged about being hungry and wanting chicken for dinner or possibly killing the astronaut, but as it turned out these were gentlemen soldiers who obviously stop at killing innocent female civilians in costume.
We thank them for such hospitality in their obviously troubled realm...
We had been wondering what the fuss was all about and with time on our hands, Helen, Ellen and I decided to see the potential warzone for ourselves.
We realized we would be flirting with death, so we prepared for the worst. Helen donned her chicken suit, Ellen her astronaut uniform and I my cavewoman gear, complete with club.
Rather amused at our appearances, but feeling suitably camouflaged, if a bit apprehensive, we teleported to the nearest hub and eagerly took off for the perilous flight into Jessie. We landed on what appeared to be a high-tech turret, with assorted tank-like machinery perched high in the air. We explored the turret cautiously and felt elated at our continuing existence.
After about one minute in Jessie: "We're not dead yet!" exclaimed Ellen. "This is so cool," said Helen. We continued to look around.
"We have company," Helen announced, as our arrival had apparently been noticed and a soldier arrived to welcome us. We exchanged friendly greetings and the kind soldier allowed us to continue to look around his fortress. It appeared that we were relatively safe at this juncture although we proceeded with caution and ubiquitous escort from here on in.
As is my wont, I somehow fell from the turret and plunged into some icy waters nearby. Forbidden from flying I was forced to hike by some fearsome Jeep relics and others discards as I made my way back to my fellow explorers.
Emerging from the oceanic depths, I could neither see nor hear Helen and Ellen. A quick IM established that they were adjacent to the drug cartel, a sight I never did witness for myself.
Our kindly escort continued to pave the way for me and I examined a "ministry" building and some other fascinating structures. Several other heavily armed soldiers flew around us at various points but our fair guide reassured them of our welcome and we remained unscathed.
Having toured for a bit, we fell into conversation, hovering in the skies over Jessie.
"Have you ever died?" Helen wanted to know. "Many times... when you live in Jessie you expect death..." was the reply.
"Would you kill us?" queried Ellen - virtually begging for a shot in the head... but death was not in our cards that day.
A weapon was brandished and a few jokes were exchanged about being hungry and wanting chicken for dinner or possibly killing the astronaut, but as it turned out these were gentlemen soldiers who obviously stop at killing innocent female civilians in costume.
We thank them for such hospitality in their obviously troubled realm...
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