March 28, 2019 · 8:12 am

welcome!

“Mossmans??”

“Mossms,” Wheeler Wilson replied. “They’re adorable. And I think they might grow larger. I have some furniture for them if they do. Right now they’re limited to the toys.”

“And how many prims is all this costing Collagesity?”

“First off, you just deleted the Julia House from Artist Alley. 51 prims saved there.”

“How much?” Baker Bloch insisted.

“Not too much. 8 apiece for the creatures — Kacey and Kuddles I believe — and then 10 for the toys, which includes a play box, a small computer and a bottle of some sort they like to get stuck in. It’s *Mossms* for Christ sake: free. I *had* to buy them. And I seem to be the one running around looking for new sets these days. Like Lapara — even though I didn’t find anything there.”

“Alright,” acquiesced the male Baker, co-ruler of Collagesity along with Wheeler. Baker Blinker remains in the background. “But keep them confined to the pond.”

“They’ll live at the pond,” agreed Wheeler, who already had more plans for future buys. A whole fairy village she is planning. A sity within a sity. Might be cool.

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March 27, 2019 · 8:45 am

Clareville

Center of Lapara, Hidi thought after teleporting in.

Karon must be…up there?

But Wheeler said she didn’t find anything here in a scan last night. Only the hq for the whole town seemed promising for more storytelling. So…

She lays on the Some Bunny Loves You Beanbag and thinks of Sozzy Bozo and how he screwed things up oh so royally with Cher and Chan and how he’s paying for it now in the afterlife. Clowned he was. Just like I should be. Didn’t Baker Blinker recently say she wanted to be a clown, a short, dumpy one? Maybe that’s the bill. Not ordinary. Not Smoky Ordinary. The Dump. And, add to that: Gassy.

A gaseous mud volcano

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March 27, 2019 · 8:16 am

Then tigers showed up at the Red Umbrella…

… or prisoners.

Bees?

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March 26, 2019 · 2:25 pm

prisoner of the moment

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Black people. Just like me. But then: “Whiteyes”. Ice Cream Eyes?

She looks at the watch that she’s not wearing. Time to meet Grassy over at the Blue Feather Table Room.

—–

Hucka Doobie kept staring at the map and adding information. “Karon above Lapara, Grassy. And Cadiz is nearby too.”

“A ‘Z’ is kind of an ‘N’ turned on its side,” offered his old friend sitting beside him. His old *nemesis*. But that was long, long ago and far, far away. In a different universe, really.

“You’re right Grassy Noll!” He rotates it in his mind. “Karoz’s ‘N’ must have been turned into a ‘Z’. It’s not lost, merely sideways!”

“Visa versa.”

“What’s that?”

“Visa versa,” Grassy repeated. “Reverse the ‘N’ with the ‘Z’.”

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March 26, 2019 · 7:42 am

just shots

Those damn spots again!

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March 25, 2019 · 8:42 am

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“Oops! Holding hands again. You have to watch that.”

“Sorry. Accidental.”

“So how do you like it? Great view down Old Cannon Road into the woods. You can probably watch Baker Blinker’s comings and goings. Make sure she’s not cheating on you, hehe.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t she?” You are, she thought to herself. 1/2 and 1/2.

“I like the apartment just fine.”

“Why — can’t you and Baker Blinker just live together. What’s this thing about the 2 separate places?”

“You know why.”

“I really don’t,” spoke Wheeler. “You had your one shining moment together. You should be happy now. Don’t mantis’ just make love once a year anyways? Aren’t you part mantis?” she teased again.

“You know I’m not.”

“Karoz, though. That’s Zorak backwards. And Zorak is a mantis. Space Ghost’s sidekick. That’s Baker Bloch’s father.”

“I know who Space Ghost is.”

“Where *is* Space Ghost? Oh, I guess I should be asking Baker Bloch that question. But *your* father. What’s all this b.s. about being Gene Fade’s son? Gene Fade doesn’t exist. Does he?” Wheeler was becoming curious again; doubts about his nonexistence creeping in once more. Karoz *was* here. He *could* be part moss. Probably more likely than being part mantis. And his mother — she must get more of the story about his mother. Both of ’em.

—–

They stare into the post into the post into the post…

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March 25, 2019 · 7:26 am

Gene Fade’s Mountain Revisited

“Then we rounded the corner and, lo and behold, downtown Notherton was still there (!). Right below us. Gene Fade was so excited.”

“Because, um, Gene Fade was there — with you.”

“Right. And then the 5 sided mall (!!). We looked for it and then suddenly it was just looming before us, all dramatic and stuff.

“You can’t see the mall, mind you. It exists in another dimension.”

“Of course it does. Gene Fade’s dimension.”

“Exactly.”

Wheeler went to the next picture.

“And Gene Fade reached Notherton from this road leading back to his home at Jupiter Rock.”

“Jupiter Rock was his home,” Baker reaffirmed. “The town was named after the rock looming above it.”

“Gene Fade’s dimension. A dimensional rock as well.”

“Of course. It had a big red spot on it. More garnet colored, I suppose, but still red and obviously connectable to the same on the planet Jupiter. That’s how it got its name.”

“Not because Gene Fade or his town was from Jupiter. Because that would be ridiculous.”

“I wouldn’t say it would be ridiculous,” Baker countered. He thought about sulking but then changed his mind.

“I do really like the rock art on the posts,” said Wheeler, flipping back to picture 01. “80 posts to conform with the 80 posts you had in your new Sunklands blog at the time of its discovery. And both are still going on — rock posts and blog posts. Both continue. That certainly seems important.” The rest, thought Wheeler to herself: hogwash most likely. There was no Gene Fade. But, she modified, there *could* be Mossmen.

(to be continued)

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