Respond.

“Don’t respond.”

bb:

Hi Hucka. So it was good to respond and now good not to respond.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Not red and blue as such, but green and a different green. Let it drop.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

There is always something beyond the red and blue. The red and blue are your emotional limitations showing. The emotions/colors are boundaries. Different worlds, really, because they are spinning opposite each other.

bb:

Interesting. So this would surface between Klutzy and I, for example, with gay rights and our different opinions of them.

Hucka D.:

Klutzy is the innocent here. Each person is guarding a turf. They have to.

bb:

Why was I a sacrifice, or a potential one?

Hucka D.:

You had to be toughened up so that you could survive better on your own. Now you can. You are an Ally (bright yellow), or soon will be.

bb:

Can I trust…

Hucka D.:

Yes. And even if not, you have no choice.

bb:

I can go to…

Hucka D.:

No. She is right. Don’t go there.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

So you’re an artist, eh?

bb:

Suppose so Hucka. How ’bout you?

Hucka D.:

Oh the same. Collager too. I collage minds.

bb:

Hehe.

Hucka D.:

I want to tell you a story.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

There was red. There was blue. There was green. There was clean. There was dirty. There was gold. There was diamond. There was mold and more gold and oh some more diamonds added onto the top. Inside all of this was a fort with a whistle. A diamond whistle which sounded like a bell over the ocean for a day and a half until all clear sign given. Attack! Indians came. But not Indians.

bb:

Spanish.

Hucka D.:

You had to kill.

bb:

I got away.

Hucka D.:

You vowed never to get on a dirty filthy ship like that again. And you never have again.

bb:

Where has the current drama taken place before?

Hucka D.:

France.

bb:

Nothing.

Hucka D.:

No-man’s-land.

bb:

Still not really nothing. I know this has something to do with Patrick Crawley and WWI and perhaps the switch from Crawley to Patrick Gordon. Face burned.

Hucka D.:

Switcheroo.

bb:

Who is Klutzy?

Hucka D.:

He is a young soul. But he is also not who he seems to be.

bb:

I’ve met him before.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Battles.

bb:

That’s where we split. We were childhood friends.

Hucka D.:

Of sorts, yes.

bb:

Where?

Hucka D.:

Virginia.

bb:

I might ask him tomorrow.

Hucka D.:

Do.

bb:

What of Karoz and Supersity?

Hucka D.:

You know what the jewel is. Superman logo.

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bb:

Hucka D., I was thinking about the art aspect and felt overwhelmed with blue. So much responsibility, so much depth. The Table.

Hucka D.:

The Table, yes. I’ve always said that. Even when I was a young bee in Kentucky I said that. Azure Islands I meant. Tronesis. SID.

bb:

Hucka D., I want X-Ray to move into Pietmond.

Hucka D.:

*Yes.* Do you know how[ to do it]?

bb:

I think one of the avatars will have to sacrifice their personal appearance. I don’t think it should be you, though.

Hucka D.:

I don’t mind.

bb:

[Actually] I’m thinking Wilsonia.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you ask X-Ray. Also known as Dr. Blood here… there.

Dr. Blood:

I will be incarnated soon. Lavender Hill Gang. Gold, lead, diamond, lead.

bb:

Hi Dr. Blood. We are going quite far tonight.

Dr. Blood:

I am in Pietmond already.

bb:

The Gallery in the Rocks?

Dr. Blood:

Tin S. Man. Where are we on that?

bb:

Do you want me to work on Dark Side of the Rainbow 02 again?

Dr. Blood:

I want you to work on Tin S. Man.

bb:

Pietmond is Lion’s Roar, Dr. Blood.

Dr. Blood:

Humph.

Hucka D.:

Dr. Blood will return another night with gushing news. You have your work.

bb:

Thank you.