The Commune of Whitechapel

ThiThere once was a house, where some people had lived. They came from all over the world. And if ever you feel like you need a place to rest, this place will remind you of home.

It had four floors, and a flight of stairs, and a bathroom, a kitchen and lounge. But more than that it had friendship and warmth, and double beds in case you want someone round.

For Iain, Lynn, Ewan, Greg, and of course Fiona, this is a home. For the rest of us, it is a dream place to live. Look how far you can come without moving from your computer.

Well, the busy business of moving in has almost been completed, and as of now everyone has arrived. I'm sure a lot will happen in the time they spend in this lovely house, some of it might make it up here, most of it will remain engrained in the minds of those who are here, and the rest will probably be best forgotten.

Moving in has taken a while, with the house members moving one by one over the space of a month, and the furniture has taken even longer, but there isn't much that can be done about that. Some people feel there needs to be more giant bean bags in the house, but others feel that those who feel that dont have to pay for the giant bean bags. Shame shame.

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Anyway, it was Fiona and Ewan that moved in first, spending a long hard tiring day of lugging personal possessions across half of london. After the whole day of moving in, they went and grabbed Tommy from his bedsit-highrise-apartment-in-the-city, and sped him to the new abode. He was suitably impressed, but before he could pass comment the dears had fallen asleep, so instead of waking them, he tucked them up in bed and took the next room along to get some sleep.

 

Shortly after, both Lynn and Iain moved in, making it a nearly full house. Tensions ran low, despite appearences, but the excitement bubbled over. It was a great experience to see the house, see the possibilities for the future.

Even if at this point the longue had nothing but a wobbly table in it, and no-one had managed to get their own rooms into the way they wanted, you could feel the house taking shape just by having people living there.

So - it was time to invite a few friends over, and drink some wine, get some spirit and have a good time...


The First Party

So Noddy and King Jelly got on their party shoes, Tommy snuck out of the woodwork, and the tempo of alcohol consumption, already at a high in the house since the first night, was stepped up several notches.

Iain, Lynn, Fiona, Ewan, Martin
Gareth

The party swang, upended, bucked like a mule and mooched it's way to completion. You people should know the drill by now ;p - anyway... the slippy slidey slope of spirit salvation was well on it's way, when Fiona disappeared, only to be discovered chatting with the next door neighbours. Next door. So, we all piled in until it was pointed that there was an empty house waiting to be filled, and the commune was once again filled, with yet more 6D people, for it seems you can't go anywhere drunk without running into more people in your six degrees!

And so the party people stood their ground against the beast of overconsumption...

First they danced in the garden, happy in the knowledge they couldn't wake the neighbours, because they were watching with a bemused and slightly worried look on their faces.

Then to everyone's surprise, Ewan was possessed by the spirit incarnate of Mother Theresa herself, no doubt ordaining to do some funky loving on Earth stuff. Unfortunately, it seems that due to the merger of Mother T. and Ewan's mind, the worst possible outcome was only a step away.

It was only lucky Gareth was there to subdue the twisted beast created. Can you see the spiritual joy on his face, yes, surely a miracle!


Iain Lector, St. Gareth, Martin Khan
Lynn of Babylon, innocent 6D non-pubber

Unfortunately, with the spirit world so open to the commune, it was only a matter of time before more would get through.

Honestly, that's what is happening in this picture, oh yes. Isn't it amazing what spirits can do, when they are so openly embraced. It's only lucky that Gengis Khan didn't bring his sword with him, or that poor 6D'er would have realised his error for never having come in the pub, and no mistake...