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OBLIGATORY FILLER MATERIAL – Just take a hard left at Daeseong-dong…11

Continuing…
That being handled, I leave a wakeup call for 0430 as I want a shower and a couple shower-sunrisers before we leave. It takes me about 10 minutes to pack. I call home to let Es know what’s going on. She’s not in, so I leave a message. Same for my friends Rack and Ruin of the Agency. They’re thrilled so far with my reports.
The security forces here are absolutely going to freak if they reverse-review my phone records once we leave.
Covert? Schmovert. I’m too old for playing such games.
The next morning, after a sudsy shower and a couple of vodka-infused shower-beers; I’m in the lobby with all my kit, checked-out, and waiting on the tour leader. My passport was stamp-stamp-stampity-stamped here at the hotel, which I thought was weird, but after spending time in this here country, not all that unusual.
At 0545 on the dime, the tour bus pulls into the lot. Without a word, bellhops grab near all my kit and escort it out to the waiting bus.
After tipping each extravagantly, I fire up a huge cigar, and wander around outside, loitering by the bus. I see members of my team at the front desk, checking out. Everything’s been paid for already, they just have to sign documents that they’re not secreting hotel towels or televisions or errant nationals in their luggage.
It’s a weird country.
I see them loading box breakfasts for us as well as box lunches on the bus.
Hell, they’re actually doing ‘field trip’ correctly.
If the bus us fueled up, we can go for days at this rate. There are several coolers bearing the hotel’s brand and I sidle over to see what they’re carrying.
Case after case of iced-down beer and a couple of cases of various high-octane potables; and over there? A couple of boxes of mixers…ah, soda…pop…carbonated citrusy goodness.
“OK”, I sigh, “All is as it should be. Now the field excursion may begin.”
My teammates filter outside as does their luggage. I suggest they get out and keep what is necessary for preliminary outcrop excursions; such as a backpack or knapsack, hammer, acid bottles, field notebooks, Brunton compass, lighters, cameras, personal tobacco products, and the like in the bus. That way, we don’t have to go tearing through all the luggage at every stop.
I pull out a bundle of 100 Hubco™ large geological dual-sample bags. That’s right: ‘dual’ sample…
I distribute these to everyone on the team. I ask that they devise their own numbering system and make absolutely certain I have a copy of it when we’re done. I’ll be correlating and curating all the samples when we get back to the world.
I ask that a cooler of drinks are left on board the bus, rather than in the hold. It’s humid, sticky, and muggy today. We must expend valiant effort in remaining hydrated and this will help.
Luckily, the bus has on-board lavatory facilities.
We are seated on the bus, my 10 collective team members, myself, our 4 ‘guides’, ‘Yuk’, ‘No’, ‘Man’, and ‘Kong’; our driver, relief driver, one incredibly shy national geologist, Myung-Dae Soo, and four of the shiny suit clan.
The hotel wheels out a large cart laden with pastries and a huge coffee urn. A bit of a “Bon Voyage” from the casino and bar crowd, as they put this together for us when they heard we were leaving.
“Hey. That’s really nice of them.” Dax notes.
Dax handed over our raw “elevator waiting” funds as we didn’t have time to run it through the casino-machine before we left. We donated over 75,000 won to our friends at the bar, casino, and massage parlor. The ones delivering our going away present assured us it would be divided equitably.
“It best be”, I laughed, “You never know when one of us might be back!”
There was a collective horrified look on their faces for the merest moments. Then they all laughed and said that they hoped we would return someday soon.
“Nice folks”, I thought, “Stupid as shit country, but nice folks.”
We had all separately left tips for the room maids, bellmen, and matrons back before we checked-out.
There was a flurry of handshaking and goodbyes. Not a bad hotel experience here in the so-called land of Best Korea.
Serious dark coffee was passed out amongst the riders, but Ivan, myself, and Dax were already giving one of my emergency flasks a workout.
Ivan smiled and said: “We drink our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterward. HA!”
Ivan and I are cut from the same bolt.
Faux-doughnuts, pseudo-bear claws and fake-long johns all distributed; the bus is fired up, and rumbling. We are exhorted to watch our drinks as we pull away from the hotel and into the wilds of Northern Korea.
I’m humming away:

On the road again -Just can't wait to get on the road again,
The life I love is bashing rocks in the field with my friends.
And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again.
Goin' places that we've never been,
Seein' things that we may never see again…
--
“Rock?”, Dax inquires.
“Yes?” I reply.
“Do please shut up.”
“Music hater”, I muse and comply.
We’re rolling down the highway, as it were, headed generally north. We all have cameras of one kind or another; and rather than relieve us of them, they quietly and without much fuss, slowly darken the windows.
They claim it’s to keep the sun out and temperatures down, but just before things go all black, we’re seeing sights and scenes of the true North Korea. They’re trying to keep us from seeing that en route to the outcrops.
This new bus has some sort of electronic tint-control gizmo for the windows. However, if one has a pair of polarizing sunglasses, as all good field geologists do, you see right past that and can view the passing scenery unencumbered.
I return from a quick beer-recycling loo trip and am amused to see 10 Western scientists, sitting in a blacked-out bus, all wearing polarizing sunglasses.
It was just the surreal note this trip needed as we left the confines of the capital city.
We traveled north, and the empties pile began to grow. We had a few trash bags we had liberated from the hotel, but the shiny suits were very insistent that every empty can, bottle, and bag, yes they had beer in bags…had to be repatriated to a box in the far back of the bus.
Evidently, they either were paid a bounty on each container or were accountable for each vessel. They were soon to realize just the capacity for drink that a group of 11 seasoned very Senior Field Geologists, and one stowaway geologist-in-training can amass.
As we ply our way northward, we see the agricultural side of North Korea. The contrast between rural areas and the capital was striking. There were miles of rice paddies being harvested by people with sickles in their hands. And no cars on the highway. It was most destabilizing for this Westerner.
I think we saw a maximum of three tractors, as most of the work was done with ox power, there was very little evidence of rural electrification. Oh, hold on. We saw many more tractors, I should correct that: we saw three running and not rusted into oblivion tractors.
The farmers we see are using equipment that is quite literally medieval - single-share plows pulled by large, cranky bovines; sweeping sickles to bring in the harvest, and twin-engine, bilateral, botanical-fired ox-carts to transport it. It’s hard to believe that this third-world level of poverty exists in the same country that’s capable of building rockets, nuclear weapons, and tall, well-appointed hotels.
But when we stop at a motorway service station for fuel - a bizarre alien spaceship-like building squatting over the empty carriageways - we do encounter a jangmadang, or semi-official market. Here they are selling cans of knock-off Vietnamese Red Bull and Malaysian-made King Cobra™ Cola.
It reminds me of Russia right after the wall fell. Off the Trans-Siberian Railway in Krasnoyarsk, the Gateway to Eastern Siberia. You can buy Chinese hams, Chinese sodas, Chinese knock-off liquor, and those bloody delicious little bullets of Vitamin-C, Chinese mandarins.
Here, it’s similar. You can get most anything you desire, except it isn’t of Korean manufacture. That stuff is even too shitty to pawn off on tourists.
Instead, it’s knock-off Malaysian, Chinese, or Indonesian beer, wine, or soft drinks.
“Tiger-brand energy drink. Now with 40% more real tiger.” Here? I believe them.
Vodka from everywhere not known for its vodka distilling prowess. Rural hotel shops sell nastily stale crisps, gummy gummies, filling-ripping ‘chewy’ taffy or caramel, and biscuits with a severely limited choice. Rural hotels do not have full electricity so beer is warm and often tossed on the table, waiting for tourists to arrive - as is the food. We were warned to be prepared for cold rice, cold fish, cold potato – and plenty of kimchi and tofu.
Back on the road again, we’re passing small burgs that are not on any of our maps; even the ones we traded for back in the hotel that are specially marked: “For Internal Use ONLY!”.
They were amazingly the same. Clean. Bright. Uncluttered. And attended by cadres of prim, uniform-clad, though non-military people. They were all doing a day’s work keeping everything neat and clean.
There were no cars, trucks, forklifts…only rickshaws and ox-carts. However every one of these ‘towns’ were identical, and exactly, as Ivan pointed out, ‘X’ number of minutes apart.
“Watch! Is so!”, Ivan said. We passed one of these villages, and exactly 3 minutes later, an exact copy. Three minutes later? Another one. 3 more minutes? Xerox-city.
“What the fuck?” Dax asked.
“Potemkin village.” Comrade Dr. Academician Ivan replied.
A Potemkin village is any construction, literal or figurative, whose sole purpose is to provide an external façade to a country which is faring poorly. It is for making people believe that the country is faring better, although statistics and data would suggest otherwise.
“Russia pioneered the process,” Ivan noted with no small amount of pride. “During Cold War with West, entire cities were built, moved, raised, and razed. Ever hear of Krasnoyarsk-25? Atomic Research City? Supposed place of weapons study and manufacture. Huge ‘accident’. Entire city demolished, total populace relocated supposedly, after massive nuclear calamity.”
“Is that true? Cliff asks.
“No. Not at all.” Ivan smiles, “Deliberate misinformation. At least for K-25. It was diversion for actual towns where accidents; nuclear, biological, or worse, had happened. West so concerned about K-25 because it was big, near big capital city of Krasnoyarsk and suitably located out in the taiga. Easy to spot, easy to watch. Kept Western satellites busy while real towns of I-33, U-10, and AR-13 out in the forest were quietly demolished and people relocated or mass buried after some horrible, horrible accidents...”
“You think it’s the same here?” I asked Ivan.
“No, Dr. Rock”, Ivan smiled, and helped himself to my freshly constructed, but untouched, Yorshch, “This is all fake and bluster. Make West think everything is all A-OK, is that right idiom?”
“Yep.” I reply, “Precisely.”
“Make West believe all is OK and green”, as he winks at me, “And bustling and growing. Cover up what is real case here. We all see it and we see right through. Shoddy even for Asians.”
We all had to snicker and smirk as the shiny suit squad, who sat up at the front of the bus, and were not supposed to be listening; reacted like every cell in their bodies were just hit with a drop of pure lemon juice.
“Comrade Dr. Academician. Decorum, please.” I snickered.
“Oh, fuck them!”, Ivan replied, “I am old Russian. They try and pull burlap over my eyes? St. Petersburg? Moscow? Krasnoyarsk.? I’ve been there, seen them. They think this display of tawdriness…Even goofy American and Canadian can see the fakes they are. Britisher? I’m not so sure…”
“Damn, Doctor., I said to Ivan, “You’re just making friends all over the planet today.”
We all knew it was in jest; but the shiny suit squad certainly had their feathers ruffled and either didn’t care or wanted us to know we were under their observation.
“Fuck them twice”, Ivan said, “Ask them for bottle opener. I’m too lazy to search for my field jackknife.”
I hand him my pocket Leatherman and he pries the top of another bottle of ‘Budveiser’ beer.
“They can’t even make fake the name correctly”, he smirks and drains the bottle.
‘Town’ after ‘town’ and even that parade gets uninteresting. We’re headed north and finally come to a crossroads.
The bus driver, who must be a regular paranoid-maniac because he actually stopped to look for oncoming traffic, which we have seen precisely none since leaving the capital city, made a hard right. We’re heading back and up into the hills, leaving the bright lights of the big city far behind.
After an hour or so of driving, we pull off to the left-hand side of the road.
“Rock, Ivan, Cliff…holy shit, look at this!” Dax was uncharacteristically excited.
It was an open field that leads to a series of low outcrops of polychromatic, obviously sedimentary rocks. Magentas, greens, purples, rust-reds, browns, blacks, olive greens…holy shit. A real sedimentary pile.
We filed out of the bus with our field gear. The shiny suit squad started in with a bullhorn.
“You will wait for tour guides!”
“You will listen to group leaders!”
“You will not stray from the designated paths set up…”
No one heard them as the group of 11 remaining Western geoscientists were already across the highway and hieing for the exposures like outcrop-seeking multiple-warhead re-entry vehicles.
“You must wait!” we heard from exasperated voices back at the bus. “You must stop!”
“You must piss off!” Cliff said, “This is what we’ve been waiting over two weeks to see!”
“They are very angry with us”, Myung-dae the young Korean geologist said. “I find that just too bad.”
“And you are?” I asked.
Myung-dae Soo, the young Korean geologist, introduced himself.
“Well”, I said, “Welcome aboard. I’m Dr. Rock.”
“They are very, very angry”, he repeats.
“So? Are you tagging along to give them internal reports?” I asked.
“No, Doctor”, he replied, “I too am a geologist. I want to get away from those assholes and see some real rocks.”
“Who are you with?” I ask, “What group?”
“I am 5th-year student at Pyongyang College. I am not officially here. We were told in class that you were coming. I decided to see if I could join you. This morning, I was standing by bus and they thought I was hotel worker or orderly. I was given cooler full of beer and told to find place for it on the bus. I did and after that, just stayed in the back. I am stowaway. I am ashamed, but I had to see for myself. But, I like Western field trips so far!”
“No shit? Well, then”, I said, “Double welcome aboard. None of this ‘I am ashamed’ shit. You’re a geologist, but you haven’t even worked through your first field-evening get-together with us. But this is no pleasure cruise. It’s real work, real geology, real serious science shit. You savvy?”
“Yes, sir, Doctor Rocknocker from Sultanate in the Middle East.” Myung-dae smiled.
“And you fucking stay close to me”, I smirked.
I fired a couple of BLAAATS! from my portable air horn.
“Field Meeting! Field Meeting! Assholes & Elbows!” I called aloud.
Everyone gathered within earshot.
“OK, guys, here’s the deal. We do not know how long we’ve got here. So, let’s split up into teams. Geophysicists, go do your structural thing. Stratigraphers? Field relations. Geologists? Let’s go talk to some ronery-rooking-rocks. No offense, Mr. Myung.”
Myung-dae was laughing up a storm. He got that reference. He later told us all around the campfire he thought ‘Team America’ was a “fucking hilarious movie.”
Oh, we are going to be a real bad influence on this poor kid.
The groups spontaneously broke up into 4 or 5 sub-groups. They headed for areas they thought were important and they were photographing, measuring, pounding on rocks, and arguing within minutes.
“No, you idiot! It’s continental. Look at those adhesion ripples.”
“The fuck you know. It’s only a little low-level eggbeater tectonics. Where the fuck would you get continental collision-size energy around here?”
“Oh, the fuck you say. It’s non-marine. Those are mud cracks. Look at the sandy aeolian infill, fer chrissake.”
Formal? Proper? Detached Doctors of Geology?
Not when you’re in the field. It all goes out the window when different opinions collide like subducting plates.
“The music of my people!” I said to Morse.
“I thought that was the ‘Safety Dance’?” he chided.
“We’re a big family. We can have more than one.” I snickered.
We’re wandering around the site, with individual purpose.
We are looking for or looking at items of interest.
We’re hacking at the outcrops.
We’re all looking at…things.
It’s hard to describe. Get a load of geologists or geology students out of the office, lab, or classroom; stick them out on a bare expanse of heavily weathered rock and it’s simply…numinous.
We’re rebuilding worlds here.
This rock says this.
This rock says that.
And you’re not fluent in that dialect. Here, let me interpret for you…
We’re at each other’s throats, in the academic-metaphorical sense. Tempers have been known to run hot. There has been the occasional bloody nose or rocks sailing down an outcrop without the obligate “HEADACHE!” call. Hammers and Marsh Picks have ended up swimming without the owner’s knowledge.
But once we’re back; settled in the hotel room, tavern, or around the campfire, we’re all a Band of Brothers again. It’s an odd thing to watch; as if you’re not of the clan, you’d need an interpreter. It defies all boundaries: political, sexual, educational, geographical, linguistic, social, et cetera.
We’re all geologists first. We share the common scientific bond of Geology.
That’s why Geology is the First Science.
Plus we tend to drink a serious fucking whole bloody awful lot.
We’ve all been on that ‘crawlin’ home puker’.
We’ve also been to the ends of the earth: the deepest depths, the highest heights, we deal with the greatest pressures, the hottest temperatures; we’ve been to the mountain, we’ve seen the elephant, and we’ve held a bear’s nose to dogshit.
We wear the scars attained in our travels like badges of honor.
We’re God-Damned Scientists.
Back off, man. Geologist comin’ through.
Anyways, I’m looking at the bedding-plane boundaries between the purple unit and the underlying olive-green unit. The upper unit it looks, to me, continental in origin. Fluvial, perhaps. The lower unit is much finer-grained. Marine mudstone, perhaps? But what age?
The cadged Korean Geological maps are worse than useless. They never would go down to the outcrop scale. Consulting them, they don’t even note these exposures in a field sense.
Myung-dae, who is working about 35 meters down-section from me calls out, “Doctors! Sirs! Look here! I’ve found something!”
We all wander over as he is hacking away at the dusty, eroded rock. He stands and dusts off his find.
It’s a very large, nearly 1-meter diameter, coiled fossil cephalopod.
I wander over for a closer look. Dax, Cliff, Morse, and Ivan do as well.
“Blimey! Will you look at that? Outstanding, Mr. Myung!” Cliff says.
“Well, that confirms it. This layer, at least, is marine. Look at that suture pattern”, I say, dusting off an unweathered bit.
“Look at the radius of coiling.”, Cliff joins in.
We’re slowly wresting information out of this silent witness.
“Ornamentation?”, Dr. Ivan asks. “Knobs, bosses, and excrutions?” Oh, yes.”
In unison, we declare: “Hyphoplites!”
Morse adds, “And therefore…these rocks are middle Cretaceous. Marine. Not bad…”
“Need to get some samples for geochemical analysis. Dig deep, gentlemen, we need unweathered samples for TOC (Total Organic Carbon) content.”, Dr. Erlen Meyer notes.
With that, we have a relative age of the rock, a good idea of its depositional environment, and therefore extent, ideas of field relationships, and an indication of some of its fauna.
Could it be source rock worthy?
Samples? Best get diggin’, Beaumont.
That unit is right smack in the middle of this pile of rocks. Dax and I will work up-section and Ivan and Cliff will work down-section. We’re going to see what lies above, what lies below, what trends we can discern, and develop an idea of what happened here some 100 million years ago.
This is what happens when you get geologists out in the field with the proper amounts of field gear, outcrops, and alcohol.
Overall, the deeper down-section, and therefore, earlier in geological time you go, the more marine the rocks are. Conversely, the higher you go in the column, i.e., up-section, into younger rocks, the more continental it appears.
We find fragments of marine fish fossils, sea-crocodile scutes and teeth, heaps of mosasaur coprolites, i.e., fossil shit piles, and other indications that the lower, older rocks are Lower Cretaceous ocean basin-fill.
But up higher; we find mud cracks, rain prints, land turtle shells, land-snails (Bellerophontid gastropods), and what may actually be a fossil feather. All indications of a more continental, i.e., fluvial (river), floodplain, lacustrine (lake), and paludal (swamp) deposition.
That’s my particular bailiwick.
I’m ‘elephant walking’ along the upper outcrops looking for fossils. You basically bend over at the waist and sweep from left to right as you take exaggerated step after step, scanning the ground looking for…well…it takes years, but once you see it, you never forget it.
“Fossil sign”.
A disjunct endemism. Something not in situ. Something out of place. A bit of a different, out of context color. Out of context texture. Out of context size. Out of context context.
Something that looks like it shouldn’t ought to be there.
I’m picking up 1 cm. square hunks of what look like an ordinary rock. I taste them. Well, I stick them to my tongue. If it liquefies and runs away, it’s ordinary mudstone, shale, or the like.
If it sticks…well, it might just be fossil bone.
“PTWTWOO!”
“Damn right, Rock”, Cliff says from behind me, “Fucking North Korea tastes terrible.”
“Still, it’s the best way I know to…” I paused.
“Got something?” Cliff asked.
“Look here.” I said, “Anthill. Big, nasty buggers. Look around the edges. Pieces of flat, cream-colored rock on this gaudy purple stuff. Tongue test? They stick like cockleburs. Let’s look upslope, see if there’s a drainage…”
There it was, a nice little drainage incised about 1.5 meters deep into the nearly horizontal rocks we were walking on.
“Any float?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Cliff said.
We followed the weak, little drainage that was cut into the outcrop, up another couple of meters.
There were very scrappy, very small, very scattered pieces of that same cream-colored rock. Some were ornamented with a scroll-work or some sort of striations. Most un-geological. More biological. We followed the trail, up here, around here, over there.
Cliff noticed it first, a soccer-ball sized lump of completely out-of-place crème-colored ‘rock’ working its way out by gradual erosion of the variegated pastels of the continental rocks upon which we were treading.
I got there first and began to clear the area with my Estwing.
“Careful. Careful”, Cliff admonished.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mind your Mincies. [Mince pies = eyes]”, as I’m swinging away at the reluctant, reticent, rocks.
The excavation grew, slowly. From the rounded dome, we could see small sutures that had developed…
Then condyles, fenestrae, then more ‘bone’. Then a jaw, teeth, vertebrae…
“HOLY DOUBLE-DAMN SHIT!” I tootled my air horn. We needed the group to see this.
It was a skull. A dinosaur skull. A small, non-avian dinosaur skull.
Everyone has crowded around and looked at the small quarry we had just built.
“Whatcha got, Rock? Cliff?” Joon asked.
“Fuck me, but I think we’ve got us a dinosaur skull,” I said.
Professor Doctor Academician Ivan walked over and cleared the area.
As Professor Emeritus, he had pole position priority.
“I agree.” is all he said.
I cleared the area and let others take a whack at opening up the quarry.
We may have been low on power tools, but we had a surfeit of opinions.
“OK,” I said, “Let’s look at the facts…”
  1. Age? Cretaceous. Probably lower to lower-middle Cretaceous.
  2. Continental deposits. That’s very fine sand we’re hacking away. Fluvial, without a doubt. Or, possibly aeolian; there’s no such thing as a geological certainty. Dunes? Ephemeral creeks? Low floodplain? Geo-talk… .
  3. Small size. Potentially a juvenile?
  4. Nope. Not a juvie. Sutures are closed, fused. This is, well was, an adult; perhaps a subadult, given its size.
  5. In situ? In place? Or washed in?
Hard to tell when all you’ve exposed is half the critter’s brain box.
“Look at that!” Myung-dae exclaimed, “Squamosal bones and the inner parietals…temporal fenestrae. It had a frill; a small one.”
“OK,”, I said, looking closely at the exposed scrappy remains, “Fucking-A Bubba. Nailed it.” I said, giving him the thumbs up.
“Ceratopsian. Look at those greens-grinder molars. There’s some small osteoderms on the skull; knobby old bastard. Early critter.” I continued.
Others looked around and confirmed my observations.
“Reminds me of Protoceratops from when I was back in Mongolia,” I said.
Dax chimed in with, “Looks something like Psittacosaurus from back in the Cretaceous Belly River of Canada.”
Drs. Ivan and Morse agree. “Most assuredly. It is definitely proto-ceratopsian. Young adult, as Dr. Rock notes by the cranial sutures. Do they have a record of proto-ceratopsians here?”
Myung-dae replies, “I have read reports of Korean proto-ceratopsian found in South Korea. Not long ago, 2019, it is called…ah… Auroraceratops. It is a genus of bipedal basal neo-ceratopsian dinosaur.”
“Bipedal?” I query. “Well, there’s a fine how do you do. All the proto-ceratopsians I’ve known were obligate quadrupeds.”
“Well”, Ivan, Dax, Cliff, and Morse agree, “That should give the shiny suit squad something to report. That’ll keep them the hell out of our hair for a while.”
We photograph each step as we excavate the critter. It’s more or less in situ, buried where it fell. Probably killed by a sand slip off a dune, or a river sandbar slip and burial. It’s not complete, but we do have the skull and a good portion of the post-cranial elements to about just before the pelvis. A good pectoral girdle, skull, jaw, frill, forelimbs, forefeet…easily half-a cute little herbivorous dinosaur. About the size of a smallish Highland Coo or large Great Dane.
We flag it with the team particulars, it’s GPS position, and carefully rebury the animal. We don’t have any of the equipment nor time to excavate it properly, but we can conserve it. Of course, we’ll be informing the proper authorities of our discovery.
I have an absolutely ancient Polaroid instant camera. Before re-internment, I take several pictures of our “Koreasaurus”, as we’ve dubbed the animal, with items for scale; like a hammer, cigar, and oddly enough, a photographic scale. Then I get a photo of the whole crew standing around, drinking warm beers from their individual day packs, smiling about the find ‘they‘ made.
We hear the melodious tootle of the bus’s horns. We make sure to pack out all our trash and wander back to our terrestrial transport.
“You were gone too long!” the chief shiny suited character goes all ballistic on me.
“Watch yourself, Herr Mac.”, I calmly said, “You’re going to burn your nose on my cigar.”
“You left without your handlers…err…guides!” he fumed.
“Hey, Scooter. Cool out. We’re geologists. We never get lost.” I said.
It sometimes just takes us longer to get back than it took us to leave…
“Your impertinence will be reported.” He smoldered.
“Report this, Mother Chuckler”, I observed and held out the pictures of our newly discovered Koreasaurus.
“Show those photos to your handlers,” I said in a mocking tone. “We found a brand new species of God-damned dinosaur for you geezers. It took us less than two hours. You can spin it that it’s a new, never-before-seen species of very specialized dinosaur found right here in beautiful Korea del Norte. Be quite the scientific coup, don’t you think? Trust us. We won’t say anything.”
He immediately shut up and went into conference with the rest of the shiny suit squad.
“Doctor”, one of the clan covert asked, “This is a new dinosaur?”
I had a thunderbolt of an idea.
“Oh! Yes, it is. I’d stake my reputation on it. You’ve had no concerted search here for the beasts and well, with the normalizing of relations between your country and the world, it allowed your specialists to perform real science. In fact, on the bus is the young North Korean geoscientist who made the discovery.” I said. “Give me a minute. I’ll go and get him. I think he was off taking a shi…ah, using the lavatory. Just give me a minute.”
I did have an idea. A wonderful idea. A wonderfully evil idea.
Back on the bus, I ordered the doors closed.
“Gentlemen! Ears and eyes! Please.” I said loudly.
Continuing…
“The shiny suits have their knickers all a-twist because we don’t want to listen to them; the assholes. Fuck that. I’ve got an idea. Let’s make our young acolyte here, Mr. Myung-dae Soo, a national hero. He would probably get his ass in a crack for sneaking on board the Western bus today the way he did. Well, double fuck that. Let’s all say he found the dinosaur. Let him take the glory for the homeland. No one else will ever need to know.” I said smiling.
“Fuck Yeah! You bet! Замечательное! Ihmeellisiä! Maravilhoso! Geweldig!”
Good to know we’re all on the same page. Geologists. You can always count on them…
“Mr. Myung-dae Soo? Front and center. Time to go and become ‘Hero of Best Korea’.” I smiled.
He was absolutely terrified.
“Doctor…I …don't…wait…no…” he stammered.
Cliff, Dax, Ivan, and I trotted him out to confront the shiny suit squad.
“Don’t worry, Myung. We’ve got your back. Trust us.” I said in a low conspiratorial tone.
The shiny suit squad turned as one and gave Mr. Myung the Stink Eye treatment.
“Here you go. The man of the hour. Mr. Myung-Dae Soo, young geologist and up and coming paleontologist.” I say loudly and with the utmost honor.
They look at him and the Korean erupts in rapid-fire staccato bursts.
Cliff just wanders in and interjects, “Yes. Righto. Top form. Found the float. Tracked down that dino like he was on safari. Highest marks. Good man!”
Dax adds more fuel to the fire. “Like he knew where to go, knew where to look. He’s a natural.”
Dr. Academician Ivan blustered forth: “Excellent scholar. Excellent field man. Banner geologist.”
I couldn’t have added more. The shiny suit squad was gobsmacked.
I asked Myung-dae what they were saying.
“They were talking about reprisals. Reporting to authorities. Then, they stopped. You have them completely confounded.” He said.
“How so?” I asked, quietly.
“Between an international incident where we don’t listen to our handlers and this potential important scientific discovery.” Mr. Myung-dae reported, trying hard to parse the evolving situation.
“Yes”, I added to Ivan’s bluster.
To the shiny suits: “I’ve worked as visiting Dinosaurian Vertebrate Paleontology Curator at all the major American museums. This is a find quite unlike anything known. It is a watershed discovery. It will help unravel the evolution and distribution of the clan Dinosauria for the whole Korean Peninsula. Perhaps, even with international impact on the recent finds in China.”
I laid it on with a trowel.
I hit all the buzzwords.
“Yes. Yes, perhaps.”, the head shiny-suiter said. “I will report this bit of very good news to the proper authorities. Myung-dae, with us. We require more information.”
“Ah, we’d prefer him to ride in back with us if you don’t mind. Scientific courtesy, old man. He needs to be classically de-interviewed after such a find.” I insisted, making certain I stand as tall, wide, and menacing as possible while smiling like a damned Cheshire cat, one smoking a very large cigar.
“Very well. We are not far from our evening stop. We can talk later.” He agreed.
We all moseyed, laughing silently, back to the bus; literally supporting our young hero Mr. Myung-dae as he seemed to have gone all wobbly of late.
Myung-dae was ashen-white. He looked like he had just given birth to a basketball. He was visibly shaking.
We get on the bus and I whip up a stout Yorshch for the young hero of the hour.
“Here! This is for you. If you’re going to be a world-class geologist, you’d damn sure better start acting like one.” I smile broadly.
There were hoots, cheers, and cat-calls.
Beers were popped, bottles uncorked; cigars, cigarettes, and pipes lit.
“Damn Skippy!” some anonymous reveler added.
Myung-dae slurped a good half the drink. I offered him a cigar. He stopped shaking enough to accept the novel offer.
Remember “crawlin’ home puker”? He’s taken his first step into a larger world.
OK, just to recap. Here are the dramatis personae left on the bus…
Bus driver (Kim) and his relief (Won).
My team and I. That’s 11 Western geoscientists: Morse, Cliff, Volna, Ack, Viv, Graco, Erlen, Dr. Academician Ivan, Joon, Dax, and myself.
Then there are our guides: Yuk, No, Man, and Kong.
Our stowaway hero geologist-in-training: Myung-dae Soo, aka, “Mung”.
And the four members of the shiny suit clan: Pak, Mak, Tak, and Jak. At least, that’s the names we used when we addressed them.
The bus was rumbling down the deserted highway. We were headed more or less due east, passing the occasional Potemkin Village. They knew we cracked their code long ago, so they didn’t bother with darkening the windows any longer.
We are passing a series of highway road cut outcrops. We’re only going approximately 35 or 40 miles per hour. Suddenly, Morse jumps out of his seat and runs up to the driver.
“STOP! STOP! Back up! We almost missed it!” he barks in heavily Russian inflected English.
The driver, shaken to the core, just slams on the brakes. The bus grinds to a stop. Good thing there’s no traffic out here.
Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Jak of the suit clan jumps up and asks “What is the problem?”
“How could you miss that?” Morse shouts. “Huge fault. Mineralization. I saw that from a glimpse. We must return to investigate.”
“Is not possible. We have appointment at the hotel.” Jak replies.
“Fuck that!”, Morse shouts. I guess he’s just really into faults…
I wander up and try to defuse the situation.
“OK, guys, cool out. Let’s be reasonable. Do it our way. Go back to that road cut. We spend a half-hour there then we go on to the hotel. The hotel will still be there when we arrive, won’t it? Even if we’re a bit late?” I ask.
Jak looks to Pak, who converses with Mak and Tak. They know they’re outgunned.
The driver shifts the bus into reverse and we back down the luckily deserted highway over a mile to the outcrop in question.
We had to admit, it was a mother beautiful normal fault. In perfect, textbook cross-section.
Morse and Joon were on it like white on rice; given the mineralization along the fault plane. All sorts of implications for the thermal and geological history of the area. But with just one exposure like this, more or less just a real interesting geo-oddity.
We spent precisely 30 minutes at the exposure, and when our handlers requested we re-board and head to the motel, we complied like nice, normal sort of folks.
I believe the appropriate maxim here is: “Lull them into a false sense of security…”
Once more down the road we travel. Beers popped, bottles uncorked; you know, the usual.
Forty-five minutes later, we pull into, I kid you not, a replica US of A 1950s Motor-Inn.
“Mr. Myung”, I ask, “What the hell is this?”
To be continued…
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[OC] [B&SVerse] Casino Battle Royale, ch1

A side story in the Bought and Sold Universe. Welcome to the biggest gambling den in this corner of the galaxy!
Main Story, chapter 12, arc 2 | Main Story, chapter 13, arc2
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Browsing the Handler’s Market.
He bobbed his feathered head as he enjoyed this new piece of rare music. He’d signed up for a ‘any music, any world, any time’ datastream and fortunately the playlists seldom disappointed. More importantly, whenever something really caught his interest, he’d go looking for the race that made it.
They usually made for interesting Contenders. He would have to find out where this ‘Techno’ came from.
Today had been a day of finding filler. A Kashto female who had been caught sleeping with the wrong official. A betrayed Captain, old and skilled, but discarded due to his injury.
He had found one major prospect, but that one was almost certainly a solo player, he much preferred to build a crew based on how well they worked together.
As he was finishing up for the day he found a prize. An Achun! Interesting… but difficult to use. He would have to put her on storage until he could find a crew that could use her. That could take awhile. It was a rare individual that could really smooth his feathers, although sometimes they landed directly in his nest.
World of Strife, Bet your Life.
The Co-operation held a great deal of power and control. Much of it occupying the outer area of what Humans knew as the Perseus and Cygnus arms of the Galaxy. Within this space existed a planet known as 'World of Strife' above which orbited a moon sized station called "Bet Your Life."
That it would translate into rhyme in the english language is one of those rare odd coincidences that would pop up from time to time and remain unnoticed to those who created said coincidence. No human had thus far had an opportunity to explain the odd happenstance. In truth, there was a verbal lyrical complement to the names in the Veprutasian language as well. The names, spoken in their language was heard almost as a musical scale starting from low tones and rising smoothly into the higher scales. To them it was pleasing and whimsical. Just the kind of name they’d give to a place where thousands of sapients would regularly lose everything of value and consequence. Where those lives would be taken with vicious brutality and gratuitous violence.
The Veprutasians as a race loved money. They were a thin and tall avian race. While physically fragile, they were an agile and clever race with an insatiable taste for wealth. They were the leaders and founders of the galactic power that was the Co-operation.
The station, Bet Your Life was a government sanctioned gambling station of the highest order. Just about any method of gambling known to the greater universe could be found in this place.
Simple games of chance using props of endless variety. Dice, objects that any race with manipulators could pick up and throw was the most common base for many games.
Games where players would bet on the outcomes of sports and competition. Bet Your Life was a stadium for many popular team derived games from multiple different races and cultures, although it was a rare sport that could cross racial lines and foster competition between different races. Racing was the most common. Always pushing the boundaries of physics for the most dangerous events.
The primary feature however, was the planet below. The ‘World of Strife’ was closely watched and often manipulated. 'Handlers' would collect slaves and prisoners and build teams of 'Contenders' to send down to the surface of the planet. Those contenders would then have to struggle for their own survival. Food was scarce, and water tightly controlled by existing players. Shelter and other resources to support life a struggle to hold onto.
Strife was a planet that existed for war. But not the wars of the future between armies of drones and soldiers equipped with deadly implants and equipment. No, Strife was not a world to showcase battles of technological advancement. Although it was watched closely for any signs of powered or chemical based weaponry. They watched closely to prevent the use of such boorish means of combat. Even heavily implanted individuals would find those advantages removed. All were left with the most basic implants and a band that served to facilitated the games. Anyone who broke this rule was obliterated from orbit along with whatever unlucky souls happened to be nearby. It was a world of blood sport and melee combat. Handlers and gamblers wanted to see the Contenders fight tooth and nail for their own survival. Armor and melee weapons were the tools of this ‘trade’. The uniform and gear of this ‘sport’. Skill with a weapon was something to be respected after all.
Truly, skilled marksmen were impressive in their own right, but the choice had been made. No firearms, no explosives, nothing that used anything beyond mechanical power.
Only the here and now mattered on Strife. Names were wiped out and memories sealed. Handlers existed to make a profit off the success of their team of Contenders. They could deliver messages to the implants of their team and earned credits to support that team if it fared well. But that required that their team do more than just 'survive'. They had to fight, and they had to win.
Any race that could survive on land was a candidate as a Contender. Races that dwelled only in the water were lucky to be exempt. It was too expensive to keep track of those sapients. This was paramount, those who struggled to live on Strife were watched constantly. The Veprutasians had developed a very successful line of stealth technology. It went without saying that Contenders were watched at almost all times.
Just about any land-bound sapient race was a candidate to be dropped on the surface of Strife, but it was certain restricted races that tended to earn the hottest bets and heaviest views. Humans occupied a top spot on that list. They had a tendency to make the most wonderful mess.
On the station, Bet Your Life
He stepped down off the last polestep out of his nesting and approached the blinking console.
The Handler known as Longroll occupied a comfortable and well adorned loft apartment on the station known as Bet Your Life. The occupants of the station usually just called it ‘Byl’ however. A narrow three story apartment with a sleeping space on the top floor, a workspace in the center and a utility space on the bottom
The top floor held the large bedding nest as well as a robust kitchen with a few variations of food makers and his own food preparation area. Longroll, and Veprutasians in general descended from omnivorous scavengers. They had a wide palate and that had only expanded as they had gained full sapience. He was able to duplicate a large variety of accurate food types. Meats and grains, fruits and vegetables. And then he had the rare habit of preparing that food himself.
The bottom floor held a closet for protective clothing as well as a meeting space in case of visitors.
Each floor could be reached by a set of poles set into one of the walls, acting as Veprutasian style steps. It was dangerous for most other races, but comfortable for avians.
The central floor was his studio, holding a large array of displays and a powerful dataspace projector. This is where he watched the events below and managed his living assets. He slid sideways into his seat and activated the blinking alert.
He took his time reading the message and clacked his beak in pleasure. One of his contacts had sent him a human. An Earther, but not a fresh one. What he was reading suggested an accumulation of interesting experience. A good prospect, no an excellent prospect!
In a flurry of activity he queued up the processing of his Achun, pulling her out of storage. He’d never expected to be using it right away!
He opened up the info package on the team he was currently building. He’d already come close to his preferred crew size, lacking two members. This Human rounded it out nicely, and gave him new options for advertising and score building. At this point it would just be a matter of timing. He activated one of his dedicated monitors just above and to the right of his work console. Currently nothing was going on, it was just watching a primitive square brick hut with a thatched roof and a smoking chimney.
“Status: Relaxing,” scrolled across the top of the display. HM0001 was resting for the next day’s hunt. He was close to his quarry.
The Hunt wasn’t progressing at this particular moment, but Longroll expected an early end. The target this time hadn’t shown much promise. The black bird bobbed his head in anticipation, he would have to watch closely.
Longroll accepted the transfer and sent off some directions for the processing of the stasis pod. A Human and an Achun would make an interesting combination he knew. Many failed to realize Humans were utilitarians of the highest order. They almost had to be in order to keep their technologies and tools in shape to withstand the pace a Human could keep. Achun had impressive natural skills and capabilities, but usually lacked imagination. With so few Achun to even arrive on Strife, he didn’t think this team composition had been seen before.
Although it could come apart with the Ringer present. Those walking rocks were compact living titans. At least it’s perverse nature would make it unlikely to switch handlers on him. Most importantly, they held little to no aggression for minor or restricted races like his Achun and Human.
Still, as soon as word got out that there was a Ringer, the first bets would be on how many teammates died. Unfortunate, but those sort of things happened when you aimed for the long roll.
After Landing, HF001
She cracked her eyes open and groaned as an impartial message flickered across her consciousness.
"Landing successful. Stasis disabled. HF001, please gather your supplies and disembark."
She was in a rounded capsule with an opaque cover. As she started to move there was a hiss of air and the lid slid to the left.. Right up until that moment she had felt like she was laying down. Now she realized there'd been a trick of gravity and she was upright. As the realization hit the gravity pulling her backwards cut out and she stumbled as she landed. The landing was soft. The gravity here was lower than she preferred.
She shook her head, trying to clear out the cobwebs, this wasn’t… where was she? She could feel her pulse quicken.
'HF001?,' she thought to herself. The code... unpacked itself as she thought about it. The full meaning, 'Human Female, 1st of less than a thousand,' played through her thoughts. Bullshit, she had a name. A spike of pain hit her and she cringed as she let it wash over her, her head twisting sideways as she weathered the attack.
"A human," spoke a grumbling voice. She looked up, blinking her eyes to clear away the tears and saw a gorilla like creature with burly arms and more than two legs. It's face was a long snout rather than a flat face like a gorilla would have had. The xeno was wearing little more than a loincloth around it's bottom half. It was a... a Monos. That was a type of xeno she recognized. This one was near black with a grey underbelly however. She'd expected him to be red. 'Monos Male, 10342nd of less than 1,000,000' was the code on his chest where a bunch of fur had been shaved away, although only MM010342 was inked in.
He was old and heavily scarred, the most notable a large scar over his right eye. Worse was the front lower left arm he was missing, having only a short stump in it's place. He gave her a slight nod and faced his pod.
She had to fight down the panic, balling her hands up into fists, her shoulders tense.
"HF001, please gather your supplies and disembark." The dispassionate voice called out again. As she moved something caught her attention and she felt at her neck, she was wearing a slave band, although it felt thicker than the type she remembered.
She turned around and as she did so she went to run her hand through her hair. "Oh no, nonono," she said with horror as that hand encountered nothing but empty scalp. “No no no, why?” She had brought her other hand up to check further. No hair at all. They'd even shaved her eyebrows! She could also feel a raised pattern following the grey nodule on her left temple. That must be where the serial designation they had given her was written, she assumed.
’Concentrate!’ she thought to herself, but tears had already come to her eyes.
She looked at the small capsule next to the pod she had been sleeping in. She blinked rapidly to try and clear her vision, a sniffle escaping. Still, she started doing as she had been told by the voice. This might not be the worse thing that had happened to her, she would have to play along.
As she crouched in front of it the thing split open revealing a simple harness and backpack. Attached to the harness was a pair of sheaths holding knives and in the backpack was a bunch of rations and several water bottles. She pulled it out and draped the harness across her shoulders and reached down to pull the straps between her legs. She clipped the straps together and it pulled itself tight.
She wondered where the power came from, but as the harness settled she received another message.
"When you have gathered your supplies, please depart the drop shuttle or you will be ejected."
She was the last one out, as she stepped off the door of the Onion shaped vessel slid closed. She had seen no controls within, the vehicle was apparently a type of self controlled transport. It hummed slightly as it lifted off the ground and drifted up into the sky.
She wouldn’t be able to leave by that method then. She wondered if there was any way off this rock at all. If she had a chance to go back, she’d jump on it in an instant. She had to fight to force the panic back down.
She could hear the small crowd in front of her talking and she looked down to see a... tall skinny crow talking to a giant humanoid rock. Its body was made of white quartz crystal plates with grey rocky ‘skin’ in between and over its joints. The language translated oddly into the ringing of metal and crunching of rock. She could understand it, but it actually hurt her head as the translation didn’t seem to come easy.
"I understand Ringers do not work with others, but this is the World of Strife." The Crow was in the midst of explaining, although his depressed voice belied his argument. "To go on your own is very risky. Our Handler isn't our friend, but he will support the group as a whole to help us survive for the sake of his own success." Where they had shaved patches of fur and hair on anyone who looked like a furred mammal they had seemingly dyed the chest feathers of the crow with his code. 'Veprutasian Male 3529th of less than 100,000'.
He was a tall and skinny bird and stood upright with a demeanor almost like a butler. he had two fingers and a thumb on the second joint of his wings and his body was almost entirely black, although he was starting to gain traces of white at the base of his neck. The male had a long and narrow black beak, but his eyes at least were a different colour, a striking golden shade. A small pack was nestled on his back, the straps of his harness disappearing under his feathers.
"Co-operation is key if we are to survive, I second his suggestion," A grey Kraltnin spoke. ‘KM0163’.
The Ringer looked at the Kraltnin who had stepped up and reached out a massive three fingered hand. The Kraltnin started turning to get away. The rockman grabbed the Kraltnin's neck with brutal force, crushing his neck. It then stepped sideways and turned, throwing the Kraltnin as far as it could make the Grey go. It looked like the most brutal baseball throw 001 had ever seen.
The Grey landed in the distance with a short tumble and never moved again.
The rest of them had frozen in a shocked silence at how casually the Kraltnin’s life had been taken. 001 felt a knot in the pit of her stomach.
The Ringer looked at the group one by one hesitating upon seeing the Human woman behind it. It's fists clenched when it saw the Monos.
"I have never fought a Ringer before," the Monos said, leveling an unwavering stare on the rockman. "I have no intention of starting now. But if you want to kill me, I'll not resist."
The Ringer stared at him for a long minute but didn't oblige. It picked up a large pack off the ground and slung it over a hulking shoulder. It turned and started walking away. She hadn't even seen its serial code.
"Wow, you're a grizzled old vet," she told the Monos after the Ringer had put some distance behind it. Struggling not to look at the Grey, she started a conversation.
He looked at her in mild surprise. "Yes, I am a veteran. You are somewhat familiar with the Monos?"
"I’ve seen a couple from a distance. But I've never known a Monos in person. Can I call you Grizzly?"
His head tilted forwards and to the side. "A nickname from a Human. An ideal trait in a place such as this. Before I accept however, what is the meaning?"
"Oh, a grizzly is a big scary mammal back home. And tough experienced veterans are sometimes called 'grizzled'," She told him and then her face lit up with a smile. “So I have permission to give nicknames?”
“Perhaps…” He returned an awkward looking smile in return. Although he seemed a touch taken aback by her… ‘buoyant’ tone. He bared his teeth and squinted his eyes. He clearly wasn’t used to the expression, but she appreciated his attempt. "Grizzly. I like it. And you are... an Earther, is the term, correct?"
"Yup, that's right. I'm-" She doubled over as she clutched her head in pain.
“Ahh-aaaah,” she moaned as she let the pain wash over her. She should have known better by now but it had still caught her by surprise, she had no choice but to weather the attack now.
“Names are something that you leave behind when you are sent to Strife,” the crow told her. He hadn't perked up at all. “The implant isn’t used to order you around, but it will prevent you from speaking of your past. Only here and now matter on Strife.”
“How are we supposed to get to know each other if we can’t even explain who we are?” she asked with irritation and pain colouring her voice.
“That is simply part of the game, only through action can we show who we are,” the Crow replied. “Although many Handlers are more than willing to share details if they can reap a reward.
She took a big breath as her implant stopped tweaking her. She stood slowly and looked at the bird. She looked around at the others but before anything more could be said they all received a distinct ‘ping!’ sound through the implant.
“Hello my Contenders!” spoke a cheerful voice. “ I am your Handler, and in the spirit of this ‘World of Strife’ you can call me Longroll.”
‘Longroll?’ she mouthed silently.
“Now then, new arrivals are priority targets, so it is best that you quickly move on!"
Another ‘ping!’ resounded through their heads. A location was placed in their memory. Northwards, towards a river. A collapsed shelter built near a pool half hidden in a copse of trees. A place to hide for the night.
“That spot should serve as temporary shelter. Do know that you will almost certainly run into trouble in the next day or two, but that will be true of any direction in which you choose to travel. Night time is especially risky,” Longroll explained to them. “Do try to crush any opposition you find. The greater your success the greater the rewards! For the sake of my success and your freedom, do your best! And your worst.”
En-route to the shelter.
She was currently walking beside a giant spider. A far more charming spider than she expected, even given her new life. Across the female spider’s abdomen was the shortest serial number of any of the group, AF2, the serial written large on the back of her abdomen. 001 could just barely see it, the spider was nearly as tall as she was. She was a brilliant Purple spider with spots and splotches of emerald green at the end of her feet, palps and… hands as well as along her belly and the bottom of her abdomen. Her figure was reminiscent of a tarantula.
They weren’t walking all that fast though, 001 had quickly realized that none of the others could hold the pace she’d personally wanted to keep. They had already stopped to rest a few times and they’d only been travelling for a couple hours.
Stuck between dwelling on the things she desperately missed, but wasn’t supposed to think about and the problem of just how she was going to get off this rock, she had settled for finding the fluffiest distraction she could. The answer had surprised her.
“Can I call you Lilac?” she asked the female Achun. But the spider twitched.
“No, that name is too close,” there was a distant chittering sound, but the translator sent the Achun’s voice across as distinctly girlish with a high pitched tone.
001 was finding that really annoying. She could recall events fine if they came unbidden. But if she tried to dredge up memories on purpose the implants would give her a tweak. If she tried to share the memories, the implant would try to give her a seizure. Why couldn’t she at least have her name without it trying to hit her with a bolt of pain? At least this version of the implant package didn’t come with loyalty requirements. That had been a special sort of miserable.
“Well then how about Amethyst,” 001 suggested. “It’s a precious purple stone. And then I can call you Amy!”
The spider hesitated for a moment, but the implant didn’t react. “Oh, that’s a pretty name. I like it!”
001 could only marvel that she was happily walking and chatting with a giant girly spider. But it had proved to be a whole different ball game at this size. Amy moved with fluid grace and her legs and body had a layer of short but soft, luxurious fur. 001 had already touched it once and was resisting the urge to run her hands through it again. Amy’s arms which extended above her body also moved and motioned gracefully as she spoke. Her harness was a smaller affair draped across her core, straps threaded between her legs.
Her eyes were beautiful at this size as well. They weren’t beady black pinpricks, They were extremely dark yes, but she’d realized Amy’s eyes had vertical slit pupils and her eyes were actually a very dark purple transitioning to an equally deep emerald on the outside set.
“So you can weave sticky and non-sticky webbing as you please?” 001 asked.
“Yes, if needed I could even spin you a set of clothing, I am quite good at it!” The spider twitched as she tested what she could and couldn’t say. “I am an 'accidental' female with redundant talents. My skills are quite obsolete with the saturation of cloth makers.” Amy’s body tilted away from 001 as if she felt bad to be near the Human with her ‘substandard’ skills.
“Oh wow, I would love some spider silk clothes if we get the chance, but if you think you’re not useful…” 001 trailed off as she thought about it. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Amy leaned towards the Human as she walked. “You think so? I can weave an impressive web, but who would fall for it...” At this point 001 was guessing that Amy was also very young. There was a naive, innocent quality to her.
001 smiled. “Don’t sell yourself short.”
A graceful, slim mammal stepped up next to 001 opposite of Amy. “I’ve never met a Human female before, interesting!” The black furred weasel woman sniffed the air around 001. “Healthy and strong, you have a pleasant aura.”
She found herself leaning away.
“Oh! Yes I am sorry, many feel that is rude,” The female ‘Kashto’, KF20658 apologized for being in 001’s space. Her serial number was across the side of her neck.
“I guess it's hard to remember with so many people? I’m going to call you Ebony though.”
“A name based on... colour?” she asked, surprised.
“A luxurious colour, it’s a deep black type of wood used for artistic things,” 001 defended her nickname with a nod. “Amy is named after Amethyst, so she’s named after a precious material too,”
“Oh! It’s a compliment then!” The Kashto said with a note of happy surprise. “Why thank you! But why the insistence on names?”
“The more awkward your name, the more likely a Human will give a nickname,” Grizzly spoke up from ahead of them. The Monos had automatically taken point. He seemed to do well enough missing a leg, but his gait looked nothing but awkward with a half hop everytime he used his right foreleg. “It was inevitable when we were given serial numbers and placed with a Human. Be glad that this female is friendly. Some nicknames can be… unkind.”
The Human woman just grinned.
The biggest Sapient in the group was keeping pace just behind Grizzly and he grunted loudly in annoyance. She’d already named him ‘Bonk’ in the back of her head, but she’d yet to confirm Grizzly’s point out loud. Partly because this guy had already proven to be hard-headed. He had argued with Grizzly for the ‘honour’ of going first. He’d lost his place in front due to simple fatigue.
KM7035 was a ‘Kunhacia’ with the serial number wide across his shoulder plate.. At first she’d thought of him as an armadillo, but the shoulder plate was much thicker and rose up over his head. He also had a long tail that ended in a heavy looking club. His colouring was a dusty brown typical of dirt and rock. His face was a rounded snout with deep set eyes on the side of his head.
He was pushing himself to keep up with Grizzly although he was already proving himself to have less physical stamina. But she had to admit he’d probably be a real asset in a fight. His harness was the most difficult, he had to attach a set of straps around his shoulders and toss the pack around his back and pull the belt of the harness around him. His armor plate made the whole process rather difficult, although he’d refused 001’s help when she offered.
The crow had been explaining their situation to the group.
They were living a sort of battle royale game. Slaves and prisoners were dropped to the surface of the planet. They were supposed to struggle for survival for the sake of gamblers watching in orbit. Fighting was inevitable since the planet was much more rock than it was dirt and any good soil tended to be contaminated, spoiling attempts to grow edible crops. Most food supplies were air-dropped.
No guns either. Energy or chemical. The people in orbit wanted everyone to fight with whatever was at hand and get up all close and personal… Which made 001 really interested in what Amy could do. She’d always been a bit of a tomboy, she had a couple human weapons she wanted to try.
There was eight of them in total. It would have been an even ten, but the Ringer had decided otherwise after all. The crow had denied that there was any special reason for the number of people on the team.
There was a big brown five foot hedgehog. But his arms were longer than she might expect and instead of spines or thorns he had what looked like short green leafy branches instead. He looked exactly like a walking shrub from the back. He was a ‘Barish’, serial BM689 across his belly. Disregarding his camouflage he looked more bear-like from the front. His arms were huge and muscular, although his hands were quite similar to a Humans, but for three fingers. What stood out was the natural carapace on the back of his paws, ending with wide thick claws on his digits. 001 couldn’t help but assume he would be a fantastic digger.
So far he hadn’t said anything but he’d been very calm the whole way through, He didn’t twitch or jump, but he would nod and follow suggestions without argument. When they stopped for breaks he would whittle away at a big length of wood he had picked up with the knife he has been issued. It was the right length to be used as a cane when they walked. But the knob on one end suggested another use. His harness didn’t have a backpack but sported several pouches along his sides and front.
The next companion had all the nervous energy the bush-hog lacked. She was an ‘Eirava’, serial EF019 down her spine. She looked like a cross between a lizard and a rabbit. She was the shortest thinking creature 001 had seen so far, standing at three feet, including her ears. She was thin, wiry and twitchy, standing on proportionately thick reverse jointed legs with a long flat tail. Her arms were smaller, but comparable in form to 001’s own.
She was a light tan colour with a deep brown stripe up her back with dark spots along the sides of that stripe. Her primary feature was those ears. They were the size she’d expect to see on a cartoon rabbit but seemed to be multi jointed as they would fold and swivel according to the sounds around her. 001 had already seen the girl scurry for cover twice when someone had made an unexpected noise. Like the rest of the group she wore a harness with a pack on the back, but on her it made her look like a dressed up doll.
“Wai- wait. Please,” she spoke up again. She’d been the weakest so far. 001 wasn’t sure if it was her natural build or if the little lizard rabbit was out of shape.
The Human woman stopped and turned. “If you’re okay with it, I can probably carry you.”
The girl didn’t even pause to look embarrased. “Oh would you? That would be great! I’ve never had to walk so far!” In the blink of an eye the Eirava had scurried up to 001 and climbed into the presented arms.
“Oh, you’re very light!”
“Oh, you’re very warm!” the Eirava responded as she was lifted up. “Comfy!”
Ebony glanced at the lizard. “Aren’t you afraid of the Human?”
“As… as long as she doesn’t stare at me…” the female lizard admitted shyly. She also seemed to be the simplest member of the group in 001’s opinion.
It was okay, she was adorable. the lizard had the rounded nose and eyes of a ball python although she lacked the row of pits, instead having nostrils on the sides of her snout. 001 always liked that type of snake, although she’d never owned one herself. Up close 001 could see the Eirava had brown eyes with a horizontal bar pupil. She wondered idly at the different pupil shapes.
As they continued walking the Eirava continued to swivel and turn her ears, often turning her whole head to inspect sights and sounds. Every time the ears twitched 001 had to control herself, she wanted to snuggle the little female.
“I’m going to call you Fidget,” 001 declared.
“I...! Oh! Well, I guess I can’t argue. It’s better than a number,” the newly christened Eirava rationalized in her squeaky voice.
“Are you going to give us all names, Human?” the big armadillo rumbled at her.
“Sure am, Bonk!”
“Bonk!? What kind of name is that?” He asked rearing up to his full height. An impressive eight foot including his armor plate, although it had been hard to tell since he was normally hunched over.
“You’re the toughest looking guy here, I bet you could smash your way through all but the toughest creatures. So, Bonk!”
The Kunhacia male narrowed his eyes at her. She met his own eyes without a hint of further reaction. Finally he nodded. “That is acceptable. I am indeed very strong.”
She could see the subtle twitch of Grizzly suppressing his laughter. Amy’s body and head had tilted sideways with apparent curiosity. Ebony had to turn to face away from the armadillo.
001 appreciated that at least two of her companions had caught on.
They didn’t talk much more until they arrived at what would be their temporary camp.
Shelter, evening
The shelter was a rectangular, squat enclosure. Whoever had built it had dug out the ground underneath to grant the inside greater height than one might guess from the outside. The sloped outer wall consisted of log beams resting on an inner wood frame. The walls had been built with layers of more wood and then mud to seal the cracks. 001 had described it as a ‘pit house’. The back wall of the building opposite the entrance had been torn away, but there was still enough shelter for the group.
The ‘pool’ that had been described was a small pond by a rock outcropping near a copse of trees that was fed slowly from a water source that bubbled up through the rocks. A small stream led away from the pool. It was enough to fill up the small group and to replenish water supplies, but wouldn’t support a larger settlement.
“I believe it would be best if we decided on a leader, if only temporarily,” the crow said finally. They’d been relatively quiet as they all ate their own respective rations.
Bonk started to rear up, but 001 beat him to it. “I nominate Grizzly!” she said without hesitation.
“I… do not want to be the leader,” the Monos replied.
“He doesn’t not want to be the leader, therefore it should be me, the strongest,” Bonk said now that he had a chance.
“Oof, that makes Grizzly a much better decision for leader then,” she said without hesitation.
That earned a surprised look from the old Monos and and aggressive snuffling from Bonk.
“What is your reasoning?” the crow asked while Bonk was busy being offended.
“Well, I’ve sorta seen this before. Grizzly there knows what it’s about. He’s reluctant because he knows that being the leader is difficult and important, and he has the scars to prove it,” 001 explained. “Meanwhile, Bonk wants it because he wants to prove how strong and impressive he is.”
She turned to face the Kunhacia directly. “You really don’t need to be the leader to do that, but you can fail as a leader because you’re too busy showing off how awesome you are. If you knew what was involved to do things right you wouldn’t be so aggressive about it, Bonk.”
“Are you… are you calling me frivolous?” Bonk huffed at her.
001 had been sitting with Fidget happily laying in her arms. She set the lizard down and stood up to stare Bonk in the eyes.
He huffed and snorted at her a couple times, but found that he couldn’t match that stare. She was so much smaller than him, but the longer she continued her motionless stare, the smaller he felt and he slowly but surely physically wilted.
“I’m not calling your frivolous. I’m calling you in-experienced. But I admit you look really strong,” She finally said when Bonk shifted his feet. “If anything you should welcome the chance to learn from an old soldier like him while you show off your strength.”
“And just what does he have to offer me?” Bonk said imperiously, returning to his full height.
“Oh I dunno,” She started with a mild note of sarcasm. “I just wonder. If you had that many scars along the front of your body, would you still be alive? Those are scars you get from facing an enemy, not turning your back. He’s lived through some shit.”
It was subtle, but as she said that, the Old Monos sat a little straighter. She suddenly realized his face had been tense, but the release of tension revealed the difference.
Meanwhile, Bonk had twitched and shrunk down on himself slightly, what he said next would restore her opinion of him just a bit. “You… raise a very good point.” Bonk said with a faint note of surprise as he looked at the Monos. “I have walked behind him this far, and there were no scars upon his back. I have seen opponents turn and flee, only to earn themselves wounds gained due to fear. There were no such scars upon you… Grizzly. I will concede to your experience... for now.”
The old Monos still looked conflicted.
“Great. Now that we’ve settled that issue,” the old crow drawled. “We get to figure out what to do next.”
“I’m gonna call you Vim.”
The crow turned a baleful eye upon her. “That sounds sarcastic.”
“Yeah, I always heard my granddad describe excitable people like you as being full of ‘Vim and Vigour’. Since you’re so cheerful, and I’ve got permission to give nicknames, I’m gonna call you Vim.”
After a moment of hesitation Vim sighed at her, his feathered head dipping forward. “I suppose it is an adequate moniker. I have encountered those named by Humans before, the name could be much worse.”
The grass-hog spoke up for the first time. His voice was soft and even. “You have been remarkably despondent. Do you believe our chances to be that poor?”
Vim looked at the Barish and then at 001. “I can see that none of you are terribly familiar with Strife,” he began. “The moment I saw her serial number, I lost hope for a simple life here. Even now I am considering attempting to make my own way, despite my age and frailty.”
001’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What… is wrong with my serial number?”
“It is no fault of your own of course. But serial numbers are separate for male and female members of each race. They are also recycled. When a low number is… vacated, the next member of that race is given that number. Just as you are ‘Human Female, one of less than one thousand’, there is also a HM001. Although, hmm, now that I recall, his serial is actually HM0001. That particular man is quite experienced and dangerous. He will be looking for you.”
“Why… why would he be looking for me?” she said with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“That is his… theme, his mode of operation upon Strife,” Vim explained. “He is one of those individuals who happily adopted the rules of the world and decided to live here as a willing resident. His ‘Number One Hunt’ is a regular feature in fact. His is also the most widely viewed of the number hunts. HF001 is a number with a high rate of… ‘turnover’. I’m sure there will be a great deal of betting on how long you will survive.”
“But… that’s…not...”
“And this is separate from your simple status as a Human. Humans are unpredictable, but can be notoriously difficult to chase down and ‘deal with’ in a simple manner. You are ‘prime sport’ and anyone we meet will be more likely to engage in combat just for the chance to make your life difficult and short. All in order to take advantage of your higher perceived value.”
“Oh… wow,” she said, mildly stunned. Not even thinking about it she cracked a bitter joke that would be her undoing. “I guess… I’m just lucky.”
“Oh! I like that name!” Fidget said loudly hopping in place.
“What!?” she said, her eyes opened wide as she breathed in horrified surprise. “No!”
“Hah! A wonderful name!” Bonk said in contradictory pleasure. “I welcome you, ‘Lucky’!” His tail slapped the ground with a heavy thud. “But do not worry, I welcome the mess that you will create as well!”
“Lucky!” Fidget repeated, the little lizard was extremely pleased.
“That name’s a jinx, Its nothing but bad luck!” she complained loudly. “It’s a terrible name!”
“Most consider Humans to be ‘bad luck’ in general,” said the soft spoken Barish.
“Fine! I’m calling you ‘Bad Manners’ mister ‘BM689’!”
“That is more accurate than you know. I accept.”
“What? No! I don’t want this name!” Lucky said sadly as it settled on her like a noose.
“Ha, it’s too late soft Human,” Grizzly chuckled. “It seems only fair we give you a name in return.”
“That makes a nickname for all of us. How wonderful!” Amy exclaimed, her palps clapping together in delight.
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Wednesday, Jun 28th

  • 1/2 Price Game Day (Dave & Buster's of OKC - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 11:00am Need a little midweek pick me up? Come to Dave and Buster's for 1/2 Price Game Day, ALL DAY LONG. Come for the games, stay for the amazing food and drinks.
  • 5th Annual Concordia Garage Sale Fundraiser (Zion Lutheran Church - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 8:00am Come find a piece of furniture you love at our 5th annual community-wide garage sale at Zion Lutheran Church benefitting Concordia Life Care Community. Proceeds are donated to Concordia’s Good Samaritan Fund to provide benevolent care to Concordia residents in need of assistance to remain in their homes.
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  • Amarillo Junction (JJ's Alley - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:30pm
  • 🎨 Annual Spring Show artwork by Lu Beard, Beth Hammack, Dodge Hill, Phebe Kallstrom, Margot Holaday, Amy Maguire, John & Marylou M (The Studio Gallery - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 The Studio Gallery, 2646 W. Britton Rd., OKC, is pleased to announce its
    2017 Spring Show Thursday, April 20, 5:30 - 7:30pm.
    The show will feature new works of art by: Lu Beard, Beth Hammack, Dodge Hill,
    Phebe Kallstrom, Margot Holaday, Amy Maguire, John & Marylou Moad,
    Lacy Saak, Mary Lee Smiser, Kay Smith, Jessie Ann Wallentine and…
  • Anthem Drown Night! (HiLo Club - Oklahoma City) Our local friends at Anthem Brewing Co. have some great beers! Every Wednesday night from 9pm to close enjoy $8 Drown Night! Their Power Pils will be flowing!
  • Bi-Weekly Meetup (51st st. Speakeasy - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:00pm
  • Brackets for Good Championship Celebration (Oklahoma City) Participate in the Brackets for Good Championship Celebration in Oklahoma City for a community-wide festival. Automobile…
  • Bring It On (Pollard Theatre - Guthrie) Thru Sat, Jul 1st Travel to the historic Pollard Theatre in Guthrie for a memorable production of “Bring It On: The Musical.”…
  • Buddy South (BleuGarten - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • 😂 Daniel Dugar (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Jul 1st
  • DJ J2O (Remington Park - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 9:00pm
  • Edmond Farmers Market (Mitch Park - Edmond) Start Time: 8:00am
  • Guest Artist Week (The Sooner Theatre - Norman) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 10:00am Join us for a week of mini-workshops with dance and musical theatre experts from across the entertainment industry! Monday, Alissa Mortimer, Assistant Professor of Performance at the OU school of Drama will get our creative juices flowing with an acting intensive focusing on Acting Through Song, Tuesday, Hip Hop Extraordinaire Michelle Rambo…
  • 🎨 Infinity Baby (Oklahoma City Museum of Art - Oklahoma City) Thursday, June 8, 8:30 pm *Online ticket sales are available to OKCMOA Film Society members beginning at 10:00 am on May 25. (Quantities are extremely limited) deadCenter favorites Megan Mullally , Nick Offerman , and director Bob Byington return with another hilarious, thought provoking comedy. Owing to a genetic mix-up involving stem cell…
  • KampOut! Summer Day Kamp (Chickasha Community Theatre - Chickasha) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am KampOut! Summer Day Kamp Chickasha Community – Chickasha, Oklahoma
    1000 Minnesota Chickasha, OK 73018 KampOut! and Chickasha Community are bringing the fun of Kanakuk, one of the largest Christian summer camps in the nation, to Chickasha.
    Professional Kanakuk Kamps staff leads this high-energy, non-stop excitement, traveling day camp.…
  • 🎨 "Landscapes in Fiber," artwork by Pamela Husky (The Depot - Norman)
  • Late Night Wednesdays (White Water Bay - Oklahoma City) Enjoy two extra hours of fun on Wednesday nights this summer! White Water Bay is open until 9:00p Wednesdays, June 7th-August 9th. https://www.whitewaterbay.com/entertainment/late-night-wednesdays/
  • Leigh Martin is the artist for June Art of the Month! (Current Studio - Oklahoma City) Current Studio 1218 N Pennsylvania Ave Oklahoma City, OK 73107
  • Light Up The Sky (89th Street Collective - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm with Versa Collide and Thousand Below
  • Live Music- Lee Rucker Duo (Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm Join us for live music presented by the Lee Rucker Duo.
  • National Reining Horse Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Jul 2nd Enjoy this Western riding competition that features riders guiding horses through a precise pattern of circles, spins…
  • NRHA Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Jul 1st Experience a fierce Western riding competition, featuring riders guiding elite horses through a precise pattern of…
  • Parents Supporting Parents (Mental Health Association Oklahoma main office - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm This group is for caretakers and parents who are supporting an individual managing the complications often associated with having a pervasive development disorder such as autism or aspergers disorder. This group will also provide education and support to those parents who have loved ones with diagnosed or undiagnosed mental, emotional,…
  • 🎓 Pie it Forward with Pie Junkie (Pie Junkie - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 10:00am A portion of all sales at Pie Junkie on this day will be donated to the CASA of Oklahoma County Educational Advocacy Program.
  • Plaza Beer Walk (Plaza District - Oklahoma City) The last Wednesday of every month, thirsty locals take to the streets of OKC's vibrant Plaza…
  • 🎨 Report Card As (Family Video - Oklahoma City) Students Kindergarten through college can get a free movie or game rental with As on their report cards! Limit 5 free rentals.
  • 🎨 Sculptures and paintings by Glen Thomas Exhibit (50 Penn Art Gallery - Oklahoma City) Carolyn, please run the following under the Exhibits listings in the May 7th edition of the Oklahoman:
    Sculptures and paintings by Glen Thomas, through June 30th. 50 Penn Place Gallery, 1900 NW Expressway. There will be an opening reception at 6 p.m. Friday (May 12th) 848-5567
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  • 🎨 SONIC Summer Movie Night (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • 🎨 Summer Adult Classes (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 10:00am Expand your skills and explore your creativity this summer. Enrollment opens May 4 for our four- and eight-week classes designed for artists at any level. Under the guidance of experienced instructors, classes are available in ceramics, 2-D arts and fiber arts. You can also sign up for open studio hours in our photography darkroom, one of only a…
  • 🎡 Summer Camp (Kirkpatrick Family Farm - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am Summer camp at the Orr Family Farm offers educational fun with activities such as learning about proper animal care and agriculture, fishing in the ponds, playing challenging games and much more! For children in kindergarten through 6th grade. Pre-registration required. Two, four day summer camp sessions (Tues-Fri) are available 9 a.m, to 2 p.m.…
  • 🎨 Summer Camp Contemporary (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am With a different artist each of 11 weeks and nearly 60 camps for students in K–ninth grade, there’s plenty to explore at bit.ly/OCsummer. Keep kids creative and learning in camps featuring visual arts, music, hip-hop, fiber, clay, performance, robotics and more. Whole Foods Market will provide free healthy snacks for all summer camps.
  • 🎨 Summer Camp Contemporary Week 5 (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am Week 5 | June 26-30 | Beatriz Milhazes
    Brazilian artist Beatriz Milhazes mixes geometric shapes, color and inspiration from masters such as Matisse and Kandinsky to create kaleidoscopic 2-D creations. Whole Foods Market will provide free healthy snacks for all summer camps.
    jumpstART: Pre-K–K | Alison Harris jumpstART will get your pre-k or…
  • 🏆 SUMMER DAY SKATE (Skate Galaxy - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 11:00am SUMMER DAY SKATE HOURS!!! EVERY WED,THURS, & FRI 11am-2pm Admission is only $6
    we also have summer passes on sale! $30 gets you unlimited admission to all day skate sessions may 31st - aug 11th
  • 🎨 Summer Signature Tour (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 1:00pm Meets at Canyon Princess (cougar sculpture in West Hallway) From Remington and Russell to Native American works, see some of the finest Western art in the country during this docent-facilitated Museum tour. View ethnographic material from Native Americans and mountain men, and learn about frontier military life. Round out the tour with a look at…
  • Twenty Colorfield Works (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:00am
  • Vesta Collide (89th Street Collective - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • 🎨 Wednesday at the Movies: Moana (Moore Public Library - Moore) Start Time: 2:00pm Join us for the animated movie "Moana" (rated PG). Moana is the daughter of a Polynesian tribal chief, who works with Maui to locate a legendary island. Beat the summer heat and join us for some great feature family films Wednesdays in June and July. Feel free to bring blankets, pillows and snacks to make your movie viewing experience more…
  • Weekly Walkups (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 10:00am
  • Works by Abstract/Expressionist Artists MaryAnn Ceballos and Jerry Piper (Contemporary Art Gallery - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2
  • 🏃 Yoga Flow Level I Very Gentle (Moore Norman Technology Center - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm Students will learn basic Hatha Yoga asanas (postures), including balancing ones, and smooth, flowing sequences. Flowing sequences, such as Sun Salutations and variations are done linking movement to breath. Abdominal breathing along with other types of breath work will be explored. Basic postures such as Warrior, Pigeon, Spinal Twist,…
  • Youth In Revolt & Thousand Below (89th Street Collective - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm

Thursday, Jun 29th

  • 5th Annual Concordia Garage Sale Fundraiser (Zion Lutheran Church - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 8:00am Come find a piece of furniture you love at our 5th annual community-wide garage sale at Zion Lutheran Church benefitting Concordia Life Care Community. Proceeds are donated to Concordia’s Good Samaritan Fund to provide benevolent care to Concordia residents in need of assistance to remain in their homes.
    Donations are appreciated! Please…
  • 🎨 Afternoon Movie - Star Trek Beyond (Moore Public Library - Moore) Start Time: 2:00pm Come enjoy "Star Trek Beyond" (rated PG-13): The USS Enterprise crew explores the furthest reaches of uncharted space, where they encounter a new ruthless enemy who puts them and everything the Federation stands for to the test. Enjoy a movie every Thursday in June and July at 2pm.
  • All Things Heavy (Blue Note - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:00pm
  • ANCIIENTS (Thunder Alley Grill & Sports Bar - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • 🎨 Annual Spring Show artwork by Lu Beard, Beth Hammack, Dodge Hill, Phebe Kallstrom, Margot Holaday, Amy Maguire, John & Marylou M (The Studio Gallery - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 The Studio Gallery, 2646 W. Britton Rd., OKC, is pleased to announce its
    2017 Spring Show Thursday, April 20, 5:30 - 7:30pm.
    The show will feature new works of art by: Lu Beard, Beth Hammack, Dodge Hill,
    Phebe Kallstrom, Margot Holaday, Amy Maguire, John & Marylou Moad,
    Lacy Saak, Mary Lee Smiser, Kay Smith, Jessie Ann Wallentine and…
  • Art After 5 Roof Terrace (Oklahoma City Museum of Art - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:00pm OKCMOA’s Roof Terrace gives visitors the ultimate downtown experience every Thursday evening from April through October with live local music, the best views of downtown OKC, a relaxing atmosphere, and a cash bar. (Weather Permitting.) Bands starting at 6 pm-9 pm See website for listings
  • 🎨 Art Foundations Drawing (Oklahoma City Museum of Art - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:45pm Sundays, June 18 & 25, 2-4 pm (2 sessions)
    Ages: 13-15 years old Maximum enrollment: 12 students Teaching Artist: Lacye Swilley-Russell $24 Members/$32 non-Members
    This class has been developed for teens ages thirteen to fifteen wanting to build or improve upon their drawing skills. Led by Teaching Artist Lacye Swilley-Russell, each class…
  • Bonnie Whitmore (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm
  • Bring It On (Pollard Theatre - Guthrie) Thru Sat, Jul 1st Travel to the historic Pollard Theatre in Guthrie for a memorable production of “Bring It On: The Musical.”…
  • Broke Brothers (Oklahoma City Museum of Art - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:00pm OKCMOA is open until 9 pm every Thursday evening for Art After 5, giving visitors an opportunity to view the galleries and the Museum Store for $5 after 5 pm. In addition, our Roof Terrace gives visitors the ultimate downtown experience Thursday evenings from April through October with live local music, the best views of downtown OKC, a relaxing…
  • Christophe Murdock (Your Mom's Place - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm
  • 🎨 CODED_COUTURE Opening Event (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:30pm Be one of the first in Oklahoma City to view CODEDCOUTURE, the exhibit of technology-integrated fashion that debuted at the Pratt Manhattan Gallery in Brooklyn during New York Fashion Week. The exhibit explores works by 10 international artists and designers who are pushing the boundaries of fashion, using computer coding as the ultimate design…
  • Concert in the Park (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Start Time: 7:30pm Concert in the Park at UCO has been a popular LibertyFest event for 65 years and is one of UCO's longest…
  • 😂 Daniel Dugar (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Jul 1st
  • David Ramirez (Tower Theatre Studio - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • DJ J2O (Remington Park - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 9:00pm
  • 🎨 Drink and Draw (Tree and Leaf - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm Drink & Draw is hosted every Thursday at either Brass Bell Studios, The Okay See, or Tree & Leaf from 8-11pm.
    Here is the weekly schedule:
    1st Thursday: The Okay See
    2nd Thursday: Brass Bell Studios
    3rd - 4th - 5th Thursdays: Tree & Leaf
    Drink & Draw is open to anyone that wants to attend. While consuming alcohol is welcome, it…
  • Evolution Underground (Fort Thunder Harley-Davidson - Moore) Start Time: 6:00pm
  • 🎨 Family Movie Time (Blanchard Library - Blanchard) Start Time: 10:00am Come to the library to enjoy a family movie matinee. Movie title to be determined see posting at the Blanchard Public Library. The movie will be family-friendly, with a G or PG rating and last at least an hour and half. Relax and Enjoy! Please feel free to bring your pillows, blankets, snacks and a drink.
  • Guest Artist Week (The Sooner Theatre - Norman) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 10:00am Join us for a week of mini-workshops with dance and musical theatre experts from across the entertainment industry! Monday, Alissa Mortimer, Assistant Professor of Performance at the OU school of Drama will get our creative juices flowing with an acting intensive focusing on Acting Through Song, Tuesday, Hip Hop Extraordinaire Michelle Rambo…
  • Hosty (O Bar - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • International Mud Day for Grown-Ups (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 11:00am 2 sessions: Thursday, June 29, 11am-2pm & 6-8pm International Mud Day is sponsored by Tinker Federal Credit Union Children, 11am-2pm Register here https://goo.gl/qIyTkw Come experience the magnificence of mud and you’ll see why playing in the dirt is proven to make you happier, healthier and even smarter. We’ll make mud pies, mud cupcakes,…
  • Jon Dee Graham And The Fighting Cocks (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • KampOut! Summer Day Kamp (Chickasha Community Theatre - Chickasha) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am KampOut! Summer Day Kamp Chickasha Community – Chickasha, Oklahoma
    1000 Minnesota Chickasha, OK 73018 KampOut! and Chickasha Community are bringing the fun of Kanakuk, one of the largest Christian summer camps in the nation, to Chickasha.
    Professional Kanakuk Kamps staff leads this high-energy, non-stop excitement, traveling day camp.…
  • National Reining Horse Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Jul 2nd Enjoy this Western riding competition that features riders guiding horses through a precise pattern of circles, spins…
  • NRHA Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Jul 1st Experience a fierce Western riding competition, featuring riders guiding elite horses through a precise pattern of…
  • 🎨 Queery: Monthly Films (IAO Gallery - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm "Queer" - odd, peculiar, uncanny, curious, bizarre, informal: homosexual, an umbrella term for gender and sexual minorities. "Query" - A formal question, often to express doubt or investigate accuracy. IAO has long been a space to celebrate the non-traditional, and is a safe space for all things "queer." IAO premiers "QUEERY" a film series…
  • Raina Cobb Music (Rockford Cocktail Den - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • Ryan Dorman Music (JJ's Alley - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:30pm
  • 🎨 Spontaneous Abstract Creations in Stained Glass *SOLD OUT (Oklahoma City Museum of Art - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:45pm Saturday, June 24, 12-4 pm Maximum enrollment: 10 students Locations: OKCMOA and Prairie Arts Collective in the Paseo Arts District, 3018 Paseo, Oklahoma City, OK 73103 $76.50 Members/$85 non-Members This one-day workshop is designed to let people get a feel for the basic steps of working with stained glass. The day will begin at noon the…
  • 🎨 Summer Adult Classes (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 10:00am Expand your skills and explore your creativity this summer. Enrollment opens May 4 for our four- and eight-week classes designed for artists at any level. Under the guidance of experienced instructors, classes are available in ceramics, 2-D arts and fiber arts. You can also sign up for open studio hours in our photography darkroom, one of only a…
  • 🎡 Summer Camp (Kirkpatrick Family Farm - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am Summer camp at the Orr Family Farm offers educational fun with activities such as learning about proper animal care and agriculture, fishing in the ponds, playing challenging games and much more! For children in kindergarten through 6th grade. Pre-registration required. Two, four day summer camp sessions (Tues-Fri) are available 9 a.m, to 2 p.m.…
  • 🎨 Summer Camp Contemporary (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am With a different artist each of 11 weeks and nearly 60 camps for students in K–ninth grade, there’s plenty to explore at bit.ly/OCsummer. Keep kids creative and learning in camps featuring visual arts, music, hip-hop, fiber, clay, performance, robotics and more. Whole Foods Market will provide free healthy snacks for all summer camps.
  • 🎨 Summer Camp Contemporary Week 5 (Oklahoma Contemporary - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 9:00am Week 5 | June 26-30 | Beatriz Milhazes
    Brazilian artist Beatriz Milhazes mixes geometric shapes, color and inspiration from masters such as Matisse and Kandinsky to create kaleidoscopic 2-D creations. Whole Foods Market will provide free healthy snacks for all summer camps.
    jumpstART: Pre-K–K | Alison Harris jumpstART will get your pre-k or…
  • 🏆 SUMMER DAY SKATE (Skate Galaxy - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 11:00am SUMMER DAY SKATE HOURS!!! EVERY WED,THURS, & FRI 11am-2pm Admission is only $6
    we also have summer passes on sale! $30 gets you unlimited admission to all day skate sessions may 31st - aug 11th
  • 🎨 Summer Signature Tour (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 1:00pm Meets at Canyon Princess (cougar sculpture in West Hallway) From Remington and Russell to Native American works, see some of the finest Western art in the country during this docent-facilitated Museum tour. View ethnographic material from Native Americans and mountain men, and learn about frontier military life. Round out the tour with a look at…
  • Tax Credit Applications Due (Leadership Square - Oklahoma City) Second Round Tax Credit Applications Due Agency: Housing Finance Agency, Oklahoma - OHFA Contact Phone
  • 🎨 Teen Zoo by Design (Guthrie Library - Guthrie) Start Time: 6:00pm Did you know Zoo Architect is one of the fastest growing careers in the field of architecture? Zoo habitats have changed from concrete boxes with steel bars to spacious, natural habitats thanks to Zoo Architects. What goes into designing a natural habitat that keeps animals happy and healthy? How do you keep animals in their homes and zoo…
  • Tower Theater Studio Series (Tower Theatre Studio - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm Tower Theatre - Studio Series Tower Theatre Studio 425 NW 23rd Street Oklahoma City, OK 73103
    Date: Robert Ellis - Studio Series Tower Theatre Studio Friday May 05, 2017 at 08:00 PM Matthew Logan Vasquez (Delta Spirit) - Studio Series Tower Theatre Studio Thursday…
  • Weekly Walkups (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 10:00am
  • Works by Abstract/Expressionist Artists MaryAnn Ceballos and Jerry Piper (Contemporary Art Gallery - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2

Friday, Jun 30th

  • Blackberry Festival (McLoud High School Performing Arts Center - McLoud) Day 1 of 2 The McLoud Blackberry Festival, which began in the 1940s, is one of the oldest continual festivals in the state of…
  • Bring It On (Pollard Theatre - Guthrie) 1 day left Travel to the historic Pollard Theatre in Guthrie for a memorable production of “Bring It On: The Musical.”…
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  • Fiesta Friday (Calle Dos Cinco - Oklahoma City) Celebrate the rich culture of the Historic Capitol Hill area in Oklahoma City this summer. Each month, Calle Dos Cinco…
  • National Reining Horse Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Jul 2nd Enjoy this Western riding competition that features riders guiding horses through a precise pattern of circles, spins…
  • NRHA Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Experience a fierce Western riding competition, featuring riders guiding elite horses through a precise pattern of…
  • Softball Border Battle (USA Softball Hall of Fame Complex - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Jul 2nd Watch two countries go head-to-head at the Border Battle in Oklahoma City. During this fast-paced event at the USA…

Saturday, Jul 1st

  • Blackberry Festival (McLoud High School Performing Arts Center - McLoud) Day 2 of 2 The McLoud Blackberry Festival, which began in the 1940s, is one of the oldest continual festivals in the state of…
  • Bring It On (Pollard Theatre - Guthrie) Last Day Travel to the historic Pollard Theatre in Guthrie for a memorable production of “Bring It On: The Musical.”…
  • 😂 Daniel Dugar (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Last Day
  • FireLake Casino Fireworks Spectacular (Firelake Casino - Shawnee) Celebrate Independence Day at Firelake Casino in Shawnee. Before hitting the slot machines, be sure to watch a…
  • High Expectations! Night GLOW (Mitch Park - Edmond) Head to Mitch Park in Edmond for the High Expectations! Night GLOW, featuring plenty of hot air balloons. This…
  • Blanchard's Independence Celebration (Blanchard) Celebrate the Fourth of July at Blanchard's Independence Celebration with live music from the OKC Symphonic Band,…
  • National Reining Horse Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Enjoy this Western riding competition that features riders guiding horses through a precise pattern of circles, spins…
  • NRHA Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Last Day Experience a fierce Western riding competition, featuring riders guiding elite horses through a precise pattern of…
  • PBA Oklahoma Open (Grand Casino Hotel & Resort - Shawnee) Day 1 of 2 Bear witness to an extreme bowling event as the televised live Pro Bowlers Association Oklahoma Open takes place at…
  • Red Brick Nights (Oklahoma Ave & Wentz Ave - Guthrie) From May to September, look forward to Guthrie's monthly Red Brick Nights, the town's food truck and live…
  • Softball Border Battle (USA Softball Hall of Fame Complex - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Watch two countries go head-to-head at the Border Battle in Oklahoma City. During this fast-paced event at the USA…

Sunday, Jul 2nd

  • National Reining Horse Derby (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Last Day Enjoy this Western riding competition that features riders guiding horses through a precise pattern of circles, spins…
  • PBA Oklahoma Open (Grand Casino Hotel & Resort - Shawnee) Day 2 of 2 Bear witness to an extreme bowling event as the televised live Pro Bowlers Association Oklahoma Open takes place at…
  • Softball Border Battle (USA Softball Hall of Fame Complex - Oklahoma City) Last Day Watch two countries go head-to-head at the Border Battle in Oklahoma City. During this fast-paced event at the USA…
  • A Taste of Edmond (Festival Marketplace - Edmond) Enjoy some local flavor as more than 40 Edmond restaurants provide LibertyFest 2017 revelers with lip-smacking…

Monday, Jul 3rd

  • Fireworks Spectacular (SaltCreek Casino - Pocasset) Come celebrate the Fourth of July at the SaltCreek Casino in Pocasset with food trucks, bounce houses,…
  • Freedom Fest (Yukon City Park, Freedom Trail Park & Chisholm Trail Park - Yukon) Day 1 of 2 Yukon's Freedom Fest celebrates our nation's independence with a full day of holiday fun. This festival kicks…
  • Red, White & Boom (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Celebrate Independence Day at Red, White & Boom in Oklahoma City. Grab some lawn chairs and bring the whole family…

Tuesday, Jul 4th

  • America Fest (Kingfisher County Fairgrounds - Kingfisher) Bring the whole family out for a day of patriotic fun at the Star Spangled 4th of July celebration in…
  • Bricktown 4th Fest (Lower Bricktown - Oklahoma City) Celebrate Independence Day in Oklahoma’s capital city at the annual Bricktown 4th Fest. Located in Lower…
  • A Celebration in the Heartland (Buck Thomas Park - Moore) A Celebration in the Heartland is an outdoor festival that attracts spectators from Moore and the surrounding Oklahoma…
  • 🏆 Dodgers vs Cubs (Chickasaw Bricktown Ballpark - Oklahoma City) Thru Thu, Jul 6th Start Time: 7:05pm vs Iowa Cubs $2 Thursdays
  • Freedom Fest (Yukon City Park, Freedom Trail Park & Chisholm Trail Park - Yukon) Day 2 of 2 Yukon's Freedom Fest celebrates our nation's independence with a full day of holiday fun. This festival kicks…
  • Piedmont Freedom Festival (Monroe Ave NW & NW 1st St - Piedmont) The Piedmont Freedom Festival is a family friendly event where everyone can celebrate the 4th of July. The event kicks…
  • Freedom Festival (Eldon Lyon Park - Bethany) Celebrate Independence Day at Freedom Festival in Bethany. This free, family-friendly event kicks off with a a Fourth of…
  • ParkFest & Fireworks (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Come wrap up another spectacular LibertyFest in Edmond with fun 4th of July activities and attractions. This…
  • Rainbow Girls 7th Annual Open Car Show (Buck Thomas Park - Moore) Start Time: 8:00am WHO: Show Your Ridez WHAT: Annual 4th of July Car Show WHEN: July 4th WHERE: Buck Thomas Park WHY: Internation Order of the Rainbow for Girls
    Registration 8 am - 10:30 am Show 8 am - 2 pm Voting 11 am / Awards 1 pm Pre Regstration Fee $20 / $25 Day of Show
    For more info contact: Leanne 405-414-1128 Jeff 405-414-1126 www.showyourridez.com
  • Red, Bright and Blue Festival (Oklahoma City) This July 4th, start a new family tradition and celebrate the holiday with a visit to OKC's Wheeler district.…
  • 🏃 Stars & Stripes Forever (Stars & Stripes Park - Oklahoma City) Medals for top 3 in each age group + overall Male & Female.
    http://www.SSF5K.com/
  • Tribute to Liberty (Joe B. Barnes Regional Park - Midwest City) Head out to Joe B. Barnes Regional Park in Midwest City for Tribute to Liberty. This Independence Day celebration…
  • Wheeler Criterium (Oklahoma City) Once the weather starts warming up, gather your crew and head south of the Oklahoma River for the Wheeler Criterium each…

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