So in another life I'd be...

[K'Ehleyr]

A Madam in a very high class Bordello...

I'd have the prettiest, friendliest, smartest girls.
The meanest hootch served by a bartender called Joe who would slide it down the bar to you.
A piano player called Sam who would always 'play it again'.
A slinky singer who would croon away your blues.
A chorus line of showgirls with the frilliest knickers you've ever laid eyes upon.

There would be a huge wooden staircase and a balcony where my girls would tempt you with a glimpse of ankle, a seductive smile and a gleam in their eyes.
I'd have a back room for the 'high rollers' to play poker or blackjack in with a demon dealer called Diamond.
And a very big man called Big Pete who would keep a beady eye on things.

A parlour where I would personally entertain and find out all that was going on in the town. I'd be called Miss K'ehleyr, I would wear jewel coloured satin dresses, lots of diamonds, have a feather in my piled up hair and a little pistol in my garter. A cleavage big enough to keep all the bribes in and the cutest little button up boots that you would only ever get to see if you were a very, very good boy

I'd have the most handsome boyfriend who would ride into town ever few months and leave me broken hearted again to go and do brave and fearless deeds and on nights like that I would drape myself on the piano and sing torch songs. All the beers would be on the house ~ but you'd still have to pay for the girls

So come on ~ get those imaginations going... Who would you be?

 

[Zulu Romeo]

I keep thinking I'm already in my "other" life. In which case, what was my original life?

 

[K'Ehleyr]

I keep thinking I'm already in my "other" life. In which case, what was my original life?

You were Zed, the guy that washed all the lingerie in my brothel. And you took an inordinately look time doing so

 

[captcalhoun]

my name is Sabre, I am a former member of the 22nd SAS Regiment of the British Army. I now serve as part of SAS Force, one of the four units that make up Action Force, an elite commando force dedicated to hunting down Baron Ironblood, a ruthless criminal genius bent on world domination and his brainwashed terrorist army, the Red Shadows.

 

[Plecostomus]

I was the Nazi Engineer who developed the latch thing that held the guidance compartment hatch closed on the V-2 rocket.

...seriously I was told this by someone who is seriously into "past life" stuff and mystical mumbo-jumbo.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

Maybe I lead several "other lives".... no, it's no use, imagination has taken a day off today.


This then really must be my other life.

 

[JustKate]

...a fiction writer instead of a non-fiction writer, and, since we're talking fantasy here, I'd also have enough self-discipline to be a fiction writer. Which I don't now, I can tell you that! I gotta have lots of deadlines or I'd never get anything done, and my understanding is that book publishers expect you to deliver big ol' chunks of text all at the same time instead of in 1,500-word increments, which is what I do now.

 

[ManOnTheWave]

I was the Nazi Engineer who developed the latch thing that held the guidance compartment hatch closed on the V-2 rocket.

...seriously I was told this by someone who is seriously into "past life" stuff and mystical mumbo-jumbo.

I was an artist. A musician. A scientist. Apparently I've been knocking around this reality for a while now.


Or seers are full of shit.

 

[Plecostomus]

I was the Nazi Engineer who developed the latch thing that held the guidance compartment hatch closed on the V-2 rocket.

...seriously I was told this by someone who is seriously into "past life" stuff and mystical mumbo-jumbo.

I was an artist. A musician. A scientist. Apparently I've been knocking around this reality for a while now.


Or seers are full of shit.

According to my friend, my soul is seeking redemption for the suffering I caused in that life and another life when I was a manager of slaves. According to this friend this is why I seek creative projects that benefit people and shy away from managing large groups of people and why I have problems with bullies and the like.

Fascinating insights with a touch of gee-wiz bullshit to make it interesting.

I don't put much stock in it but like I said the friend is very into this stuff... I respect her beliefs even if they do seem a touch odd.

 

[Aurian]

In another world I would be working at K's bar, singing for my keep.

 

[CorporalClegg]

I think I was a vendor at the Polo Grounds.

My name was Chester, but everyone called me Chico as I did quite an entertaining Marx Brothers routine in between innings.

I usually whistled a jaunty tune as I patrolled the stands--typically something from the Irving Berlin oeuvre.

I had only one arm as I had lost one in a fierce battle that last six days with a tracker back home in Nebraska. I didn't slow me down though. I could pour a beer with the best of 'em and had mastered the fine art of the hot dog toss within my first week.

I even invented a Rube Goldberg-esque condiment dispenser I could operate with my feet. It could be a bit of a burden to haul around from time to time--especially up in the nose-bleeds--but I managed. "For the team!" and all that.


But, alas, I was ultimately killed when stricken by a rouge foul ball. It was in the final game of a three game playoff with Dodgers to determine the '51 National League Pennant.

It was the bottom of the 9th and the Giants were down 4-1. Dark was on third and Don Mueller on first.

Whitey Lockman smacked the 1-0 pitch strait back and it smacked me in the back of the head. I was dazed for a moment and fell slightly forward. As I tried to set my feet, my right pant leg got caught on my condiment dispenser. I tried to kick it off and slipped rolling end over end all way down the stairs.

I was in agonizing pain and started going into shock. The lights were going out. But, just before I took my last breath, I heard the entire stadium explode in a Giant roar.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

I would be at least two different people:

- The piano player at K's place. Needless to say my favorite times to play were when she'd drape herself over my piano and sing torch songs.

- A subway train driver in New York City. I always tried to make myself clear when talking over my train's PA system. In fact I tried to liven it up with a bit of humor. But most of the time I just sat there and drove my train. I reveled in my anonymity and the fact that while nobody could see me, I helped people get to where they're going.

 

[iguana_tonante]

I am one of K'ehleyr's place customers.

 

[K'Ehleyr]

...a fiction writer instead of a non-fiction writer, and, since we're talking fantasy here...

It's not a huge jump, you're more than halfway there. Start a novel, keep scribbling away until it gets so big you can't ignore it
As you can probably tell from my long-winded first OP I'd love to be a writer ~ a starving, angst-ridden, garret inhabiting, absinthe drinking one

I was the Nazi Engineer who developed the latch thing that held the guidance compartment hatch closed on the V-2 rocket.

...seriously I was told this by someone who is seriously into "past life" stuff and mystical mumbo-jumbo.

I was an artist. A musician. A scientist. Apparently I've been knocking around this reality for a while now.


Or seers are full of shit.

According to my friend, my soul is seeking redemption for the suffering I caused in that life and another life when I was a manager of slaves...

Hmm ~ why is it we were all Cleopatra and never a slave

In another world I would be working at K's bar, singing for my keep.

You're my favourite, I love your version of Hey Big Spender

I think I was a vendor at the Polo Grounds.

My name was Chester, but everyone called me Chico as I did quite an entertaining Marx Brothers routine in between innings.

I usually whistled a jaunty tune as I patrolled the stands--typically something from the Irving Berlin oeuvre.

I had only one arm as I had lost one in a fierce battle that last six days with a tracker back home in Nebraska. I didn't slow me down though. I could pour a beer with the best of 'em and had mastered the fine art of the hot dog toss within my first week.

I even invented a Rube Goldberg-esque condiment dispenser I could operate with my feet. It could be a bit of a burden to haul around from time to time--especially up in the nose-bleeds--but I managed. "For the team!" and all that.


But, alas, I was ultimately killed when stricken by a rouge foul ball. It was in the final game of a three game playoff with Dodgers to determine the '51 National League Pennant.

It was the bottom of the 9th and the Giants were down 4-1. Dark was on third and Don Mueller on first.

Whitey Lockman smacked the 1-0 pitch strait back and it smacked me in the back of the head. I was dazed for a moment and fell slightly forward. As I tried to set my feet, my right pant leg got caught on my condiment dispenser. I tried to kick it off and slipped rolling end over end all way down the stairs.

I was in agonizing pain and started going into shock. The lights were going out. But, just before I took my last breath, I heard the entire stadium explode in a Giant roar.

Fantastic!! *applause* See that's what I mean

I would be at least two different people:

- The piano player at K's place. Needless to say my favorite times to play were when she'd drape herself over my piano and sing torch songs.

- A subway train driver in New York City. I always tried to make myself clear when talking over my train's PA system. In fact I tried to liven it up with a bit of humor. But most of the time I just sat there and drove my train. I reveled in my anonymity and the fact that while nobody could see me, I helped people get to where they're going.

As much as I love the subway driver thing ~ give up the day job and keep playing my piano.
You know little Marie has a crush on you

I am one of K'ehleyr's place customers.

And one with whom I enjoy the odd glass of brandy in my private parlour

 

[An Officer]

A James Bond type spy - plenty of danger, seduction, fast cars, perfect one-liners, and cool gizmos.

Hmm ~ why is it we were all Cleopatra and never a slave

The slaves went straight to heaven and didn't have to repeat this shit all over again.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

keep playing my piano.
You know little Marie has a crush on you

Well then, tell me what her favorite song is and I will play it!

 

[CorporalClegg]

Fantastic!! *applause* See that's what I mean

Well you put so much effort into yours. I thought it only fair I do the same.

 

[iguana_tonante]

I am one of K'ehleyr's place customers.

And one with whom I enjoy the odd glass of brandy in my private parlour

Special treatment. I looooove it.

 

[K'Ehleyr]

my name is Sabre, I am a former member of the 22nd SAS Regiment of the British Army. I now serve as part of SAS Force, one of the four units that make up Action Force, an elite commando force dedicated to hunting down Baron Ironblood, a ruthless criminal genius bent on world domination and his brainwashed terrorist army, the Red Shadows.

A James Bond type spy - plenty of danger, seduction, fast cars, perfect one-liners, and cool gizmos.

Hmm ~ why is it we were all Cleopatra and never a slave

The slaves went straight to heaven and didn't have to repeat this shit all over again.

I love these spy ones, but need more details...
And An Officer you could be spookily right about the slaves

keep playing my piano.
You know little Marie has a crush on you

Well then, tell me what her favorite song is and I will play it!

I believe she likes 'My Funny Valentine'

Fantastic!! *applause* See that's what I mean

Well you put so much effort into yours. I thought it only fair I do the same.

It's great and I'll definately take one of those beers

For you, Mr Tonante, every time *pours out a snifter of brandy and offers a cheroot*

 

[DiSiLLUSiON]

In another life, I'd be:

fat
smelly
ugly
unintelligent
without a girlfriend
without an education
with a lousy job
with a small penis
with a '73 corvette -- that miraculously drives good

Good thing that's not my reality, now is it?