CALLING ALL VENUES: Join AREA 52’s “Hunt for Extragrid Intelligence”!

Mission Directive from WTTQ Command and the Retreat Cultural Alliance
Grid Sector: Creative & Slightly Chaotic

Now Recruiting: Participating Venues for a Grid-Wide Experience

Do you own or manage a venue in Second Life with a flair for mystery, art, music, sci-fi, the surreal, or interstellar oddities? Then Area 52 wants YOU to join the hunt!

What is the Hunt for Extragrid Intelligence?

A multi-sim, multi-style immersive hunt where avatars seek signs of intelligent alien contact in unexpected places, from nightclubs and galleries to shops and backwater diners. Each participating venue hides a gift or clue object, allowing explorers to collect and piece together a larger mystery.

What’s Involved for Participating Venues?

1. Place a “Hunt Object” at your venue (we provide this).
2. Offer a free gift or clue (can be alien-themed, humorous, artful, or mysterious).
3. Receive promotion and listing in all Area 52 Hunt materials, posters, and notecards.
4. Optional: Add a visual anomaly or hint of alien presence to your space.
5. Optional: Host an event (music, gallery, reading, open mic, DJ, etc.) during the hunt dates.

Hunt Dates: October 2025, starting in Area 52 and ending at Area 52

Why Participate?
Drive traffic and curiosity to your space.
Be part of a unique story-driven community project.
Collaborate with artists, DJs, writers, and explorers
Receive a cool "Official Area 52 Site" sign.
Contribute to one of SL’s quirkiest sci-fi mysteries
Possibly meet an alien (or become one).

💬 Interested? Ready to join the cause?

IM or Notecard to Anjelikka (at The Retreat)
Or drop your venue info here, and I can draft a message for you to send around!

Let’s make contact.
 “They’re already here. The least we can do is hide their souvenirs properly.” Dr. Parallax

“Cosmic Manners 101: Intergalactic Etiquette for Earthlings”

WTTQ Cosmic Culture Broadcast
From the dusty data decks of Area 52
Filed by: Anjelikka Kowalski, Embarrassed Once on the Moon

"Just because they don’t have a mouth doesn’t mean they can’t scream in awkward silence."

Consensus over Ego

Aliens don’t argue about facts. They triangulate perspectives and make decisions collaboratively, not competitively. There’s no “devil’s advocate” because wasting time on sabotage-for-sport is considered primitive. Stop trying to be right all the time; you are not. We know what you look like behind that screen.

I picked up another car from Devon's shop

Resource Harmony

Instead of hoarding, aliens practice “resource choreography.” At Area 52, they’ve reorganized human storage rooms with eerie efficiency, often anticipating needs before humans express them. One alien worker re-engineered the snack closet so nobody ever reached for the last granola bar. Your inventory is full of useless crap. Folders of them, notecards, and snapshots. Who are you saving this for?

Hazbin Hotel, a game within a game...makes sense!

Aliens appear to understand emotional hygiene more effectively than humans. If one is upset, they self-quarantine energetically, often wearing cloaking veils or changing their bio-luminescent patterns to signal “not now.”

Dating Protocols

Let’s not forget: Alien dating is deeply practical. Before a date, potential partners exchange dream signatures and biochemical compatibility charts. No guessing games. No ghosting. No “what are we?” conversations. ⁂¤π∴ may have forgotten Anjelikka, but at least he didn’t leave her on read; his memory was wiped by a cosmic tribunal. And let's get this straight: I never called ⁂¤π∴ Kevin, he was always Mike to me. (There I go arguing about facts).

“They don't lie, cheat, or forget to RSVP. And if they abduct you, they send a follow-up survey.”

Aliens loathe inefficiency (kind of like Germans). They use thought-spheres, a kind of shared awareness bubble, to transmit updates.
Meanwhile, Bob from Accounting is still trying to screen share on Zoom. Did you ever learn those Zoom techniques?

Aliens might not understand why we eat food shaped like dinosaurs or vote against our own survival. But they do understand potential.

Manners are universal, but their expressions are not. If you're unsure, just remember the golden rule of the galaxy:

“Don’t be a human at warp speed.”

 

AREA 52 FILE ENTRY: “The Garden Between or a dream?”

Scene 12: The Garden Between Portals filed by Raine Solera 

In a twilight zone just beyond the known quadrants of Area 52, where reality softens and dreamlogic takes hold, Anjelikka found herself standing in the Utopian Garden, a liminal realm reserved for encounters that never quite finish.

To her left, the swirling violet portal labeled “Outer Rim” still whispered her name. To her right, the Utopian Garden promised peace but only for those willing to forget.

⁂¤π∴ stood beside her, not facing her. Not even seeing her.

He had returned from Alcyone, yes, but what returned was not the same being she’d sent off with whispered hope and ten-minute affection. His mind was rewired, rerouted, rewritten. His boots glowed with trace radiation from an unrecorded jumpgate. His voice, when he used it, spoke in new symbols she couldn’t decipher.


She wore the same dress from the last goodbye, as if to jog a memory. Nothing flickered. Not even recognition. It was as if she'd been deleted from his star map.

“I got your postcard,” she said softly, voice nearly absorbed by the moss beneath their feet.
“Wish You Were... Ready,” he’d written.
She had been. But maybe that was the point.
Around them, the portals pulsed. Something was shifting in the folds between dimensions, more arrivals were expected, anomalies that weren’t logged, and distant drifts of emotional frequencies that triggered headaches in the control room back at Area 52.

She wondered if love could survive a time lag of galaxies. Or if some hearts were meant only for one orbit. But then she woke up and realized it was a dream, ⁂¤π∴ was gone. Was this his dream or hers?

Alien Dreaming – A Field Summary

Yes, aliens can dream, though not always in ways we understand.

In the Area 52 universe, alien dreaming is a phenomenon studied under a classified sub-branch of interspecies psychology known as Oneironautic Transduction. 

In the Case of ⁂¤π∴:

When ⁂¤π∴ returned from Alcyone with no memory of Anjelikka, one theory is that his dreams had been purged or overwritten during transit. Some at Area 52 suspect he still dreams of her, but doesn’t know what the image means anymore. To him, she’s a symbol of warmth, or danger, or something beautiful he was instructed to forget. At Area 52, multiple staff members reported identical dreams of floating cities, bioluminescent forests, and weeping moons after proximity to certain specimens.

Sweet Dreams!!!!

Incoming Transmission: Postcard from Alcyone

 Stamped with what looks like compressed starlight and dream pollen.

Front of the postcard:
A swirling azure sky over a crystal-lit lake. Floating bioluminescent flora bloom above the surface. The silhouette of a humanoid figure (⁂¤π∴?) lounges beneath a triple-moon archway, sipping something steamy and shimmering.

At the bottom, in curling silver script:
“Greetings from Alcyone – Wish You Were... Ready.”

Back of the postcard — handwritten in glimmering ink:

Dear Anjelikka,

I found my way back to Alcyone, though the route is less linear than you'd hope and far more... vibrational.
The skies here hum like lullabies you forgot as a child. I tried to describe Earth espresso to the barista, and now there's an interstellar trend called "foam melancholy." You're famous.
I still don’t remember everything. Only that your eyes reflected more stars than should be legal in one system.
There’s a comet here shaped like a question mark; they call it The Wondering One. It made me think of you.
I heard you were sketching again. Careful with the red ink. It bleeds through.
Tell the jukebox I forgive it. Tell the lizards I said no rematch.
I’ll try to remember more next cycle. Until then...

~⁂¤π∴
("You once called me Kevin. I’m okay with that now.")

What does that mean????

Enclosed: one pressed moth wing from a species unknown to Earth. When held under moonlight, it hums faintly in C minor.

Postmark: AL-S7 / “ALCYONE – NOT LOST, JUST BENDING”

Reply to Postcard from Alcyone

Dear ⁂¤π∴,

I got your postcard, ominous font and all. “Wish You Were… Ready”? Seriously? You!!!

Get your souvenir postcard from Alcyone in the Basement Club...

WTTQ Special Feature: “Pleiadian Portals and the Basement Club Connection”

Are the aliens at the Retreat, The Basement Club, and Area 52 from the Pleiades star system? The evidence is... shimmering.

The Pleiadians:
Known in various belief systems and alien lore as the “Nordic” star people, Pleiadians are allegedly:
Tall, radiant, and often blonde (but not exclusively one wore a hoodie and Crocs to the Retreat last week.)
Emotionally evolved, empathic, and deeply invested in humanity’s spiritual growth
Prone to dance in strange formations under purple lighting (hello, Basement Club’s “Galactic Night”)

What We Know (or... Don’t):

Dr. Parallax once muttered, mid-scone, “They came from seven sisters. But one was missing.”
DJ Bun’s playlist mysteriously aligned with known Pleiadian transmission tones, specifically 963Hz, which allegedly activates crown chakras (or excellent footwork).
Anjelikka sketched a being titled “Lady of Alcyone” but can’t recall when or why.
⁂¤π∴ responded to the question with, “That’s an Earth concept. We prefer light signatures to constellations.”

Witness Reports:
Trenton Glass saw “a shimmering cloaked figure” emerge behind the Retreat cemetery mausoleum, whispering about “Lyra and the fall.” He’s since begun an unofficial investigation.
Dandy insists her “friend Mike” is definitely not from the Pleiades. “Too hungry. Too sarcastic.”
A mysterious individual going only by “H.B. from Utahpia” says she dated a Pleiadian, but it only lasted two moon cycles. “Too emotionally supportive. It was unnerving.”

Coincidences? Or Coordinates?
The jukebox skips exactly at 33:33 each night.
The espresso machine emits tones matching Pleiadian “awakening frequencies.”
And during one wild DJ set, Shayth’rien kissed someone mid-dimension shift and the mirror behind them briefly reflected seven blue orbs instead of two.

Final Transmission:

If they’re from the Pleiades, they haven’t officially said.
But the clues are there:
The moths.

The lights.
The echo of a forgotten name: Aeyuna.

So the next time you hear static in your headphones at the Basement Club, lean in close.
They might be sending a message in rhythm.

WTTQ, always listening

"The Basement Club Discord: Secret Pics, Spilled Tea, and Possibly Interdimensional Surveillance"

 The Basement Club may be public in-world, but its Discord server is not. That's where the real secrets get spilled. And by secrets, we mean:

Join today to see even real-life pictures...

Hidden Photo Drops

"Just for the group," they said...
These are screenshots, glitch captures, and mysterious uploads that never made it to Flickr or public timelines. Some appear to be filtered. Others? Straight-up not of this dimension.

Bun spinning vinyl while an alien appears mid-backflip.
A candid of Dandy looking... distraught? Or just glitched out into a wall?
Unsent photos from that Valentine’s Day Gone Wrong set.
Alleged images of Shayth’rien kissing someone they claim not to remember.
A folder just labeled: “for Raine’s eyes only.”

The Folder You’re Not Supposed to Open

There’s a private channel. Password protected. Rumored to be accessible only after completing the “Basement Initiation Ritual” (which may or may not involve karaoke and correctly identifying who really broke the espresso machine in 2022).
Inside:
AI-enhanced pictures of what appears to be a second Basement Club, built underneath the Retreat.
A leaked GIF of ⁂¤π∴ eating a taco. Upside-down.
A blurry screenshot that seems to show Devon singing in two places at once. Time loop?

The Discord Server may not be as calm as this...

Direct Messages Tell All

It’s not just pics. The Discord has been the source of:
Breakup leaks
Ghosting receipts
“Was that about me?” poem drops
Dr. Parallax’s mysterious use of alien emojis no one can decode
A rumored love triangle (make that quadrangle?) between Tubby, Astrid, Bun, and ‘Mike’

AND THEN THERE’S THIS...

One image is re-uploaded every week at exactly 3:33AM SLT.
It shows a moth. In the grass. Still naked. No caption. No context. Only reactions.

Final Thoughts:

The Basement Discord isn’t just a place to hang out.
It’s a memory vault, a coded archive, and possibly a shared hallucination.
Enter at your own risk and don't say we didn’t warn you.

What happens in the Basement... gets screenshot in the Discord.

WTTQ, tuning in, logging out 

“Do Aliens Poop?” A Deep Dive (Not Literally)

 WTTQ LATE-NIGHT TRANSMISSION from the Basement Club

Yes, we’re going there. Because someone had to ask (Dr. Parallax). And frankly, we’re surprised it took this long.

"Do aliens poop?

Depending on the alien species, the process varies dramatically:

SCIENTIFIC(ISH) BREAKDOWN:

Grumbletonians

Do they poop? Technically, yes.

How? Their bodies break down nutrients via quantum osmosis. Waste is exhaled as tiny, emotionally charged vapor clouds that smell vaguely like rosemary and guilt.
“I once walked into one,” said Dandy. “It felt like regret and onions.”

The Tubulars (like Tubby?)
Do they poop? Yes, and often.
Where? A built-in biological portal opens when they’re in safe, damp environments. This is why Tubby won’t sit on fabric chairs.
Also explains the mysterious stains on the retreat cushions.
The cow abduction? May have been fertilizer-related.

Alien-Elves (like Shayth’rien)

Do they poop? No. They meditate waste away. When asked for comment, Shay said: “Mortals pass matter. I pass into serenity.” (The Alien-Elf was known to poop on people and then run as fast as he could).

The bathroom in the Basement was removed.

The CEO Alien

Unclear. But Dr. Parallax insists they “have a system far more advanced than ours,” involving nanobot-assisted atomization and the phrase: “Not waste. Just postponed molecules.”

Some aliens rent human bathrooms not because they need to, but to observe us while we do.
They call it:

“The Great Excretion Ritual of Earthkind.”
There are slideshows. There are field notes. There are... Yelp reviews.

 Stay tuned for our next exposé:
“Do Alien Babies Come From Eggs, Pods, or Awkward First Dates at the Basement Club?”
WTTQ Always Watching. Always Wondering. Well, it is the people who come to the Basement Club who ask these questions, and we are just trying to answer them. What do you think? What shall we explore next?