Reality Hopping
In this story you can hop between realities following these rules:
No more then
- 1 a Day
- 6 a Week
- 20 every 4 weeks
- 50 every 12 weeks
- 180 every 48 weeks
These measurements are based on your home reality.
Your home reality is the one where you start your journey from.
When you hop to another reality you switch your mind with anybody who is there already.
If you hop to a different reality then your home reality from another reality then:
Reality 3 contains you.
Reality 2 contains the person from reality 3
Your home reality contains the person from reality 2
If someone dies then the person whose reality he/she home reality changes to that of the person who died. (Using the example above , if the person in your home reality dies your home reality becomes reality 2. If the person in reality 2 dies then the home reality of the person from reality 2 becomes
3.)
Written by Catprog on 22 August 2004
Alterntive Scenarios from Other Stories
This is for characters from the other stories in other scenarios.
Written by catprog on 21 February 2016
Generic Person. Generic Settings
A generic person in a generic setting.
Written by catprog on 03 June 2017
Jenene
Jenene walked home from school, her brow knit in annoyance as she gazed at her grade card.
"Hey, Jenene. Wait up!" Sasha ran up to her.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "You kind of walked out of the classroom in a hurry."
The tanned girl stopped at her steps once allowing Sasha to catch up. “My parents ain't gonna be happy once they see this.” She said as she gave the report card to Sasha.
“Ouch… What have you been doing these past few weeks? Everything looks okay except math and science.”
“Look, I just don’t want to get yelled by my parents. They want perfect grades in every single class. Otherwise, no more cheerleading and tennis. The first time was a threat, but this time, they’ll force me to leave.”
“Well if you’re heading straight home, I don’t want to intrude then. See you.”
“Thanks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about it. Later.”
***
Jenene paused in front of her house. She knew her parents were going to ask the "report card question" once she walked through the door. She let out a heavy breath and entered anyway.
Inside, Jenene made it to the living room before her mother called out from the kitchen.
“Jenene, come in here.”
Jenene winced, running a nervous, tanned hand through her dark hair as she held her report card tightly. This lecture from her parents would not be pleasant.
Written by ovelymars908 on 03 June 2017
Tutor
“Jenene… this is not good. Is there something going on math and science your father and I should know about?”
“You really wanna know? You try sitting in one of my classes some day and maybe there you can get a glimpse of why I’m failing! It's the teachers!”
Her parents looked at each other. Surely there could be no doubt that the reason for Jenene's failings wasn't actually her fault.
“Okay, whatever is going on with you and the teachers Jenene, I suggest you fix it! If that doesn't work, we'll be considering getting you a private tutor.” Rita said.
“Are you serious?!” Jenene cried as her mouth began twisting.
Curtis added. “Jenene, if the teachers are giving you trouble, perhaps you need some kind of different help? Such as in a quiet space, or more hands-on type teaching? You see what I mean?”
Jenene lightened up at the suggestion and gave it some thought. In fact, the statement made a lot of sense.
“Alright, Dad. You and Mom win this round. I suppose a tutor sounds great. It might be for the best since I won't have Mr. Lee or Mrs. Dwayne breathing on my neck.”
“We’ll get the best one in the city, honey. Knowing those types, they have proof that they won't disappoint.”
“Mind if I make a recommendation? Since you both know that math and science aren't as perfect as the others, can I get.”
"We'll talk about the tutor later.”
Written by ovelymars908 on 10 June 2017
In the morning
Jenene got ready for school the next morning, taking a deep breath as she was about to endure another stressful day with her high-maintenance algebra and chemistry teachers. The sooner they find that tutor, the better. Her parents already left for work once she locked the house door before walking the single mile to her school. While she was entering the school, Sasha was already there and was more than eager to know what happened yesterday.
“Jenene, hey!”
“Morning, Sasha. If you’re wanting to know what went down yesterday, my parents are hiring a tutor for me.”
“Oh. It sounds like it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
“Nope, I told them about the problem with the teachers.”
“Oh,” Sasha said as if she seen this scenario before. “Now I get it. Mr. Lee and Mrs. Dwayne are hounding you for no apparent reason.”
“I haven’t told them everything, but Lee and Dwayne made it abundantly clear they don’t like me. All because I’m not doing what they want me to do like the rest of class.”
“I seriously dread the parent-teacher conference for you.”
“Not until that tutor comes, then we won't have to worry.”
Right after class, Jenene and her parents spent the whole Friday evening looking for tutors in their area. Eventually, they found the number and website of one man who was categorized as the number one tutor from a public database that was listed them. Reading the qualifications Jenene was pleased that the chosen tutor was adept in math and science!
To further lighten Jenene's mood, Mr. Clancy Horne was more than nice sounding on the phone. He was clear, fluent and seemed very excited to work with Jenene.
Written by ovelymars908 on 15 June 2017
Mr. Clancy Horne
That Monday morning Jenene walked to her locker to get her supplies for math class when she met up with Sasha.
“Hey, Jenene. Have you found your tutor yet?”
“Glad you asked! We found one and he’s known to be the best tutor in the area.”
“That’s great to hear! What's his name?”
“A Mr. Clancy Horne. I have to go to his house right after school. It's not too far from here.”
***
Once the bell rang for dismissal later that day, Jenene wasted no time leaving the school and walking to the home of her new tutor. The girl had to travel within the neighborhood, but that led Jenene into some of the obscured parts of the area she never stepped foot in. Upon entering the vicinity, Jenene was almost shocked seeing rundown and decimated homes. The place just exuded a... unwelcomed presence.
Jenene felt the need for a quick checkup of her location, so she glanced at her phone for the address: 10076 West Trelawney St. Looking at the street sign, Jenene almost cringed that she was going in the right direction. Because she was almost willing to turn back.
Just keep going….
The tanned girl held on to her backpack and hastened her pace.
Written by ovelymars908 on 21 June 2017
Birds
The girl walked for another seven minutes while paying special to the addresses until she found the one that was indeed Mr. Horne's house. The place was a beautiful Victorian-style home with a modern undertone with it, but for such an upper-middle-class house, it looked less than average in the home maintenance department.
Jenene lightened her expression as the man was reading the newspaper on his patio while pet parakeets were singing to him.
“Excuse me. Are you Mr. Horne?”
The man with glasses looked up at here. “You must be Jenene Pierce! Welcome! Are you ready to get started?”
“Yes, please.”
Jenene figured the man seemed nice. And admittedly he was attractive. Tall, somewhat toned, square jawline, and slick black hair. All that unease soon dissolved in the back of Jennie's mind and entered the home.
***
The interior of Mr. Horne’s house was a strange compliment to the exterior. Wild was the best word to describe it. It had a strange outdoor smell Jenene couldn't recognize what it was. The place was somewhat dark with its dark yellow and brown walls, and it looked liked an animal or avian taxidermy museum. Portraits depicting different kinds of birds decorated the walls, accompanying by colorful feathers stitched into picture frames.
A shrill bird cry of a parakeet came from another room.
“Wow, you are a bird owner!”
“Excuse them, the birds are quite chatty. I'll go and quiet them. After that, we'll start.”
Jenene nodded and went to her seat and unloaded her supplies.
Written by ovelymars908 on 26 June 2017