decisions

“Urbane Blue by Phillip Jeffries, Baker Bloch, er, Pitch Darkly.”

“I see it. I see it very clearly. Laggy in here tonight. Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” replies Bill/Wheeler plainly. “Do you have to go back to Darkly Manor to prepare food in the next couple of minutes? Do you have a moment — 15 minutes, say — for a chat Mr. Mary?”

“Sure.”

“But the pattern — it’s the Black Lodge floor again, even.

Our item PJ-7842. Visit http://www.insidefabric.com to see full details for this product.

And this is *not* the origin of the name Urbane Blue.”

“Bracket’s playing Sandy Beech, eh?” Pitch says, half to himself. “Good for him. Found a way to work him into the story. But *you*…” He turns.

Bill/Wheeler shrugs. “I was all set to play Doris Drone as Jill MacGill but then Chloe Price just showed up. Now it’s up in the air. Who do *you* think won the role, Pitch Darkly? I assumed Jill won it, the second actress in that last post. But maybe she overdid it. Maybe Chloe won with her more soft spoken mannerisms.”

“I assumed the opposite. Chloe instead of Jill.”

“Hmmm.”

“Sandy Beech obviously knows who won the part. Maybe we should check back with him tonight. Is Bracket available?”

“Of course.”

—–

“Blue roses at the entrance. Blue policeman — hi Derek.”

“Hello Mr. Beech. Nice evening isn’t it?”

“Certainly is.”

“You gonna explore Smithy’s House?” asked the beat cop. “Not finished yet, though. Don’t even know who’s going to play Smithy, I don’t believe.”

“No I don’t think so.” Sandy then thinks: And that’s not the only role still up in the air.

—–

Who’s Mary? Sandy Beech ponders while trying unsuccessfully to sit on the only provided furniture of the house.

—–

“Oh, that reminds me,” Pitch exclaims, suddenly popping up out of the suave chair. “I’ve got to get home to Mary!”

“Suit yourself. But at least we know,” she called to his receding figure.

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Urbane Blue Phillip Jeffries

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phone call

“Mother, I don’t know where I am. I’m scared. Oh, gotta get off the line. Someone’s coming in.”

“And… CUT! That was great Chloe! We’ll definitely keep you in mind! Good job!”

—–

Next, Eraserhead Man, we have Jill MaGill all the way from Bennington South,” introduces the casting manager. “Her credentials are ‘Pull the String’, ‘Willoby Point’, and ‘Tarzan the Super Man’ — you may remember John Willoby was also the producer of that one.”

“My brother-in-law, yeah! EX Brother-in-Law! Well, Ms. MacGill, let’s get right to it!”

—–

“MOTHER! I… I don’t know WHERE I am! And I’m scared, real scared. Really REALLY scared. Oh I’ve got to get off the line now, sorry. Someone’s coming in…

I’ll call you later.” Doris Drone quietly hangs up, and turns to face the only other person in the diner.

—–

Later:

“What do you think, Sandy!?”

“I think we’ve found our Doris is what I think,” the actor playing Herbert Dune in the production says while arching his visible eyebrow considerably higher than normal. I even believe he begins to salivate a bit.

“Remember, your motivation is that you found your Urbane Blue, your dream place! And your dream girl matches your dream place 1:1! Cool, huh!?”

“Right. I’ve got it Mr. Director. Believe you me I’ve got it.” He arches his spiraling eyebrow even higher.

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alchemy too

Such a pretty, happy family,” a looming Madame Silver cooed before spoiling it all. “Let’s just, um, remove the *father* from the scene, har har. Like thus.” She picks up “Monsieur Gold” and squeezes him tight in her hand.

“Now what are you going to do Young Ruby and Tin Tin? Stay in the woods until darkness descends?” She takes another figure.

“Are you??”

“Ooooo. Come here you!!”

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pull the string

Tin Tin explains what Ruby Roo originally supposed was a dream.

“They were behind the waterfall barely in the next sim, past the corrugated pipe on the river floor I had just tripped over. Green Glinda, a tree being I had seen before somewhere. But also silver if zoomed in closer.

“A Silver Statue” was the name as I now checked. And then it just seemed to disappear as I adjusted my graphic options. But then, zooming in again: there; silver once more. How could this be? More mysteries to be solved re Fishers Island. For this was Fisher’s island through and through now. Most everyone had forgotten the former name of Wall Island. That was so histories.”

“We have to find Fisher, then,” came Ruby’s quick assessment/analysis. “He must have survived the explosion and is now working on the island somewhere, perhaps in another dance club. Most likely Bendy or Lord Bendington is with him, being indestructible and all.”

“I didn’t like that space,” Tin Tin concluded. “Very confined. Just plain weird.”

“You must return,” Ruby countered. “Again and again. Until: something happens.”

Tin Tin didn’t plan to do that. Besides, he knew what would happen. The beginning. Big Bang. Again and again. “A Silver Statue” was a ticking bomb.

—-

The next time Tin Tin had that same kind of dream he tried pushing “A Silver Statue” through the waterfall and back into Glinda through repeated collisions, but it suddenly became nonphysical at the sim border, unable to be pushed any further in that direction. Glinda couldn’t go back to Glinda. And then he realized something: Glinda was actually Glin. Glin *or* Glinda. Queer.

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inheritance

“Beautiful. Isn’t it?” Tin Tin spoke of his beloved river forest, the one he even claims to have been conceived in (!). He pointed upwards from his position. “One of many merged tree types here. I need to make a count of them; survey the woods.” Perhaps you could help me, Young Ruby, he thought silently to himself. Might we possibly make a Tin Tin II here (hehe)??

Ruby certainly liked the trees but didn’t think Tin Tin’s self named Glinda measured up as a whole to the Rubi Woods. Not even close. No leafy grass for one thing. No mysterious inundations all over the place for another. No, this is not worth an intense study if you asked her at this present moment. And then there was the problem of what lies all around it. This was a hole, a void, in the center of a cacophonic symphony of energy. But, true, it *was* energy, she thought. Unlike the old continents now. Our Second Lyfe is certainly not what it use to be. And she can now point to a particular date: July 1, 2009. Working on 10 years ago. Utopia and the resulting chaos-freedom split asunder. Apples in one basket, oranges in another. Or perhaps lemons and limes in this case. These fruit cases, umm…

“Let’s go back to my spot on the river,” Tin Tin shouts up, snapping Ruby out of her reverie. “Have a picnic or something.” But Ruby argued they should return to her — *their* house in the democratic empire. “It’s all very close,” she then compromised. “We can come back most any time.”

And talk about and work on that Tin Tin II, he machinated inwardly. Pleasant images indeed.

Here they are walking past The Spot. Tin Tin glances down, wondering if Ruby might change her mind about that picnic. But too soon, he then decided, and walks without talk for a while.

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head case

F-ck, Roger Pine Ridge thought. It actually worked! But what to do now??

I’m scared.

Sh-t. I’ve been spotted.

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