Sunklands

February 6, 2026 · 9:22 am

00490311 (Steve)

I had circled back to the Newbank sim on the Newbrooke continent of the Bellisaria series of continents now dominating the “center” of the Our Second Lyfe worldscape, determined to make more of the experience. Plastic Man — I had that much. Friends Pig, Bully, Father and Son — they’re still around too. But Plastic Man quickly turns (again) into elastic armed Peter Oesso impossibly reaching through a window to an espresso machine 12 feet from him and procuring himself a drink. We’re at the gallery just north of Newbank now, with a corresponding increase in realism. As a newborn starts to recognize the world around him and the difference between father and son and mother and daughter, so we have the appearance of 2 brothers here, one 5 years older than the other but still the same age. And, as we’ve also seen, a third brother who is the same age but even 5 years older is involved, his Penn station being the center of virtual Paperville alternately Pageville where we can get Peter Oesso’s friend Bardie some pens and perhaps pencils to write his words down with. And, queerly, Second Life Freeze Dry is only 2 miles south in the Pennsylvania equivalent. Maybe we’ll visit an alternate version of that real life business soon too.

Back to the action…

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February 6, 2026 · 9:11 am

00490310 (the truth)

“It’s suppose to be a representation of the Red Room from Twin Peaks but, as you can see, it’s not quite finished yet. Gotta get that zig zag black and white texture for the floor… and so on.”

“Really nice, Wheeler,” I say, wondering again why she hadn’t shown me this before. “And the painting — I assume it is a duplicate of the one over in Salty’s, in the old storage area behind the cooking section.”

“Or the same,” Wheeler answers. “Maybe this painting is in the past and the one over at Salty’s is more in the future. Or visa versa. Depends on if Arthur is still tied up over there. And I think he might, making this the, um, future?” She looks over at me. “But you’re not Arthur. And we haven’t made a deal yet. Better get over there, then.”

“Okay,” I said to end things here. Because I was never really here without her. I wanted to talk about the old core of avatars and her role in it. Baker Bloch — me, in essence — came before Wheeler. Baker Blinker came before her. Baker Blinker is more me than her. And then Hucka Doobie came along to make an original three. Hucka Doobie is of course the spiritual guide for the blog and attached photo-novels as a whole, although she hasn’t been in the recent ones as much. That might change. Then there’s Karoz, kind of my blue-green alien brother, if I am the same as Baker Bloch which I mostly am (Whitehead in Da Woods). Then and only then came Wheeler, and, at first, she wasn’t who she is today. All that changed with the photo-novels, 2 if not 1. She came… in 2. All the rest were there long before even 1. She was the last who became the first. Arkansaw.

But we never got around to that discussion.

I watched her disappear up the stairs and then I did too.

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February 5, 2026 · 4:11 pm

00490309 (Diamond!)

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February 5, 2026 · 8:25 am

00490308 (319)

I’m not sure when the original motel was expanded from 3 to 5 rooms but it fits. And a lobby with a secret room behind the registration desk where you can peer into at least the 5th which has replaced the 3rd as a new end of the thing. This is where we find Peter Oesso and his fellow au naturale bud John waiting for the return of the Boss. Buick + Red Point tells me this might be Bixby, or someone who can turn into a green hulk figure if provoked in a certain way. Call her fat, for example. Or even curvy.

David A.B. and Linda Halsey aren’t sitting in front like they were before. Nor is Yoko Ona around, walking the streets in her multiple self style. David A.B. can’t absentmindedly step off the front patio of the Missouri motel into the road and be sideswiped by a station wagon with Illinois plates like in photo-novel 20. The beanstalk remains an out-of-bounds concept.

You better figure out how to get out of Missouri — Miss Ouri — or you’ll remain trapped here forever, I can hear her say in my mind. Key, I knew. Where is that gall darn blasted key?

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February 4, 2026 · 9:14 pm

00490307

“There! There’s where we have to head next, me and the boys.”

“OK, Dr., I’m going to have to stop you there, draw a line. That’s a private residence. Nothing to do with the Missouri Mystery Motel or any other anomaly tied to that Show-Me state.”

“You are denying the power of the CENTER?”

“In this case, yeah.”

“So you’re admitting it *is* a case.”

“Um, no. Not what I meant.”

“You already said it. Can’t take back.”

“Just… leave those poor people alone. They’ve had enough trouble with the rabid fans of ADC never mind your small band of kookies. Who’s left among them? The Ogle brothers?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. But they’re loyal. And they’re cheap. Work for free, actually. I can’t do *everything*.”

“You pay them with snapshots.”

“Like I said: free.” TBC?

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February 4, 2026 · 8:15 am

00490306 (Indigo Ridge 01)

I ran through the blue and violet vegetation toward the rings as fast as I could. This was way before I met Gemilly, became what I thought was part of a 2 person team moving forward. I was still a solo act here. I believed my name to be Dandelion but, in truth, that was just the place I worked. Tampopo was Japanese for Dandelion. Or Tanpopo — I don’t think the owners of the place even knew the correct spelling. Greece was the location: Athens. And this was my escape after a hard day’s work: video games.

“Albertville Mercury Spaghettiboro,” he corrected me about a name at the top of the ridge while I studied the gas giant this moon orbited. Schrodinger VIII, with the moon being VIIIa as it was deemed. By chance I’d landed in exactly the right spot to build a base later on. I invited him back to the spaceship for my patented 10 minute ramen dish I’d learned to cook at the restaurant to seal the deal. *We* were the team, at least for now. And also: not in that way. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you. Strangely, I can’t recall his name right now. I’ll get back to you on that. TBC

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February 3, 2026 · 8:04 am

00490305

She looked over at the file that goes with the painting before leaving the door, debating in her head whether to throw that into the deal as well — as a sweetener. If only she had a copy… or a copier. “Wheeler… is that a last name? Or first? Or some kind of nickname, I don’t know.” In his chair, Arthur struggles against the tight ropes to no avail. She’d tied him down good. Old girl scout, let’s say.

“Wheeler is a way of life,” she answered cryptically. “Wheeler is something that goes and goes only to circle back in on itself again. Wheeler is love; Wheeler is… truth. Wheeler is. In short: I don’t know either,” and she emits a soft chuckle with this.

Arthur is shaking his head now. “First you appear to be someone I know, then you knock me out — don’t know how you got the drop on me so quickly.” And here, Arthur laments being overpowered by a woman again. A man would have been bad enough. He puts great pride in his strength and agility. Maybe she’s some kind of athlete, Arthur ponders, struggling once again in the increased frustration. Or a *witch*. He’d heard about such creatures roaming the streets of St. Dennis at night. And also over in the swamplands. “Then, you drag me in here,” he continues after finding the ropes as tight as ever. Arthur then looks around, sees the car tires, sees other objects he doesn’t understand. “Where are we anyway? This almost looks like it’s not St. Dennis any more.” How long was I *out*? he thinks.

“It isn’t,” says Wheeler. “We’re in a place called Rodentia formerly complemented by a giant white — and brown — rat named Rodentius, a male for the female. Yet Rodentius has left the scene. Giant bathroom in the sky is all I’ve got so far.”

“Nonsense, lady, er, Wheeler,” Arthur quickly decides. But he’s shaking his head still, trying to absorb. “And what about that *painting* you mentioned, the one I could trade for. Answer me!” His frustration had spilled over into rage. He’d reached a limit of whatever patience he had left.

Wheeler kept silent. “You’ve had enough for today, Arthur. I’ll come back tonight and we can talk more about the 2n1. I’ll let you cool down for a while.” TBC

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February 2, 2026 · 3:17 pm

00490304 (Queen)

*CLUNK*

—–

She paced behind me, asking me question after question that turned into 1 question I couldn’t answer. “What did you do with the picture?”

“What picture?” I ask.

“THE picture. Of *me*.. o-or, at least from the thighs down.”

“Well… who *are* you?” I ask back.

“You know who I am.”

I pause, gathering the energy to say what’s next on my mind. “I *thought* you were someone I met back in Valentine. But apparently you’re not.” Must be the illness making me hallucinate, I think here.

“Am I not?”

No, I wanted to say. You’re most likely just a common hooker. Not a noble person like Mrs. Downes. She could have made it big in this world with her heart, her determination. Instead he made her into, well, *this*. I deserve what I got. Death row for Arthur “Orient” Morgan, a man with a Far East history that would do him in.

(Red Row too, if Arthur (Morgan) equals Arthur (Kill), as I, the author (Arthur?), believe it might. We’ll see… but let’s not end there.)

“I want that picture you stole from the gallery,” she continued, emphasizing her purpose in all this. “The one from the wrong side of St. Dennis, the *Southern* part.”

“The underbelly, yeah,” I admitted.

“Right, you give me that and you can go. You can seek out the real Mrs. Downes if you wish. You can pay for sex with her, you can just pay her without the sex, I don’t care. I just need… that *picture*.”

Dutch saw this coming, I think. He said it would be worth a lot one day and to hide it in a safe place, which I did. Turns out he’s right. Knowing my own well-being didn’t matter at this point, I thought of as much money as I would need to make Mrs. Downes comfortable in her older age, put her back on the right track and potentially allow her to thrive. “10,000 dollars,” I say aloud after determining the amount I’d been formulating in my head for a while, maybe since May. “10,000 or you won’t be able to find it. Kill me if you wish. I’m a dead man walking anyway.”

She ended her pacing, went to a nearby door, peered in. “How about… a trade? Thighs up instead of thighs down. And a man instead of a woman. Aand, clothed to the hilt, military style. An opposite painting. North for South. But just as valuable, probably even moreso.”

“Well I need to have a look at what you’re talking about first, lady,” I say while turning toward her as best I could given my roped circumstance.

“Yeah, ogle while you can old lady,” she speaks more to herself than me it appears, still staring through the window of the door. “The King will be taken from you soon if I have my desire.” She turns toward me with this. “Wheeler,” she says. “You call me Wheeler.” TBC

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February 2, 2026 · 7:33 am

00490303

Where did it all go wrong for us, Daisy?

But I remember. When I went South is where. Sato knows. If he is the same as Okama Majo which he is. St. Dennis was always South to him, just across the line from his home in the North, in K-Town (Kangarootown). He wondered why we would even contemplate flying to the place.

Flying? I can hear her question me in my mind.

Later on, after I’d gathered more information about our split through some strategically placed indigo lamps, she started weeping again. On and on it went. Couldn’t be consoled. Ring Woman.