Wattpadheim

Feeling a need to redeem oneself

...24 hours later...

I strangely felt a need to go out and do something 'helpful'. I went out of my profile house trying to forget about the traumatizing ticking that occupied me for most of yesterday. Eventually I found myself in the cafe leaning against a fire hydrant thinking about how long I have been in this realm. Also how Thor has yet to call me in the time I have not been on Midgard.

"Yo' King Loki!" IlikeLoki calls out.

I turn my head towards the right to see IlikeLoki holding a grocery bag.

"You want to go with me to the Multimedia designs and get you a bookcover?" IlikeLoki said. "It's practically busy but the artists get the job done...with credit and payments."

I raise a brow.

"Multimedia designs?" I ask.

"Anything not relating to reading and writing," IlikeLoki said. "Seriously, do you want to come instead of standing around all day in the cafe?"

"Sure," I said. "Just do not expect me to advertise there after what I just went through yesterday."

"What did you go through?" IlikeLoki asks.

"Stamped on the forehead with a temporary suspension and no one could see me until 24 hours were up," I said. "I learned my lesson."

IlikeLoki smiles.

"Let's go," IlikeLoki said, taking me by the hand.

IlikeLoki takes me to a State where people are designing artwork. Some of these Wattpadians are freelancing outside thread houses listening to the strange wattpadians giving them an idea what they want. I see a few run after getting their media related item but apparently they did not fill out the artists bargain as the artist grew furious. The State is active as The Café State but the thread houses move every two minutes.

"I am not sure I want to carry it out," I said, uncertain.

"Too bad," IlikeLoki said. "You gotta get this done!"

IlikeLoki takes me into a thread house before it moved.

I only knew the thread house moved because of the sudden strong wind coming through the open doorway.

"The cover artist is upstairs," IlikeLoki said, letting go of my hand. "Downstairs is the old requests."

"Why do I go upstairs?" I ask.

"After 20 thread pages the thread house goes up and so does the cover artist," IlikeLoki said. "Now you go and make that request."

"How do I know I am talking to the artist of the thread house?"

"You'll know," IlikeLoki said. "Now go before you lose the chance! I'll be down here waiting."

I get on the first step to the staircase.

Surprisingly the staircase's step is going up.

It reminded me of Wall Mart's recently added escalator back in New York. The stairs quickly go up landing me on the floor. I did not expect this different escalator to go that first at all. Most escalators go slow enough a mortal can expect to step off after standing only five minutes on the escalator.

I get up on my two feet.

I see a long line of people waiting at a brown door curling around corner to a hallway. I feel horrified at the long line. I have to wait that long just for a conversation with the cover artist? I think not! I make my way through the line then get to the side other side of the hall. Now if I were an artist getting many requests for a bookcover, where would I hide to speak with one requestee? Do not ask how the word 'requestee' came up. This is an insane realm where made up words become common to refer others as. I walk until I stop at a blue door left ajar. I put my right hand on the door beginning to knock but when I put my hand on the door it slid to the side opening completely. A unique dark woman sat on a chair with long black hair curling over her shoulders, a white shirt, white pants, and bright white jacket that has a hood at the back. The jacket's long sleeves end at the wrist. No one sat in the chair across from this woman.