Daily Archives: November 17, 2013

Edwardston sleeps in The Arab one last night (his second), before moving to other quarters. The start of this change begins when he finds the very same ship-bed in his inventory. Now he can rezz it anywhere on the property. Later on, he occasionally experiments with *not* sleeping on this particular bed, and finds things go “wonky” as a result. The bed appears to contain some kind of built-in rejuvenating energy source. The word “prana” sprung to Edwardston’s mind when he first learned of it.

He found he had the ship The Arab within his inventory as well. He decided to delete the original and see what lay underneath and around better.

The radio that poked through the floor of his room turned out to actually be positioned on a spool table, surrounded by crates for sitting. The radio still didn’t work, however. Edwardston thought that if he could find friends in this world, they could all sit around and listen to the radio if he could figure out a way to fix it. Maybe the town itself had a radio station, based further to the east where he hadn’t explored yet. An exciting idea.

“Rezz Hill” again. For the first time, Edwardston saw that *his* stream (Edward’s Stream) continued beyond the yellow-green pod thingie and under a building topped by a huge, sitting cat. But he also knew that he shouldn’t descend from this hill toward it, and that further progress to the east must be blocked here. He was defining the comfort limits of his world.

It was probably the next day that Edwardston woke up (in the Edwardston Gallery?) to find Carrcassonne at the pool with the Old Man Baby, or OMB as we’ll abbreviate it sometimes. Edwardston wouldn’t have known who Carrcassonnee was unless he had already visited the 3rd floor of the Temple of TILE, which is a possibility. However I happen to know that he hadn’t seen the massive green being before. Although Carrcassonne has the ability to speak, I also doubt if an exchange of words took place at this time. No, Edwardston would have just taken it all in in his silent, contemplative manner. Mulling it over later, he realized the similarity between Carrcassonne at the end of the new pool and the similarly colored yellow-green pod thingie at the far end of his stream — Edward’s Stream — running parallel to the length of this pool. He also knew that the Old Man Baby represented himself in many ways, starting with the similar red hair or red top, as he thought of it, like a carrot top again. He was newborn in this world, and so was Old Man Baby. Carrcassonne might have been a mother or mother figure to him as well; although they didn’t speak, perhaps Edwardston sensed she was sentient, and female (not apparent on the surface).

Probably the same day as this initial encounter with Carrcassonne, Edwardston arranged all the Esbum related pictures, in order, around the walls of the empty skyscraper next to what turned out to be his new sleeping quarters: Home o’ Fibs. He thought of the former as his new gallery (Edwardson’s or Edwardston Gallery), and the Esbum pictures as an exhibit. Correctly so. His identification with Esbum Michigan was solidified through the exhibit. He felt her pain; he knew her lack.

Later Edwardston planted desert vegetation at Rezz Hill to reinforce a block, in his mind, that needed to exist between the two sides of town, his and not-his. Appropriately the two largest of the 4 plants were prickly, progress deterring cactuses.

Edwardston revels in the wildness of the Rubi Forest, taking care not to walk too close to the other side of town from within.

“He’s eventually going to find it.”

bb:

And then what?

Hucka D.:

Recognition. He’s going to remember about ballet. He’s going to remember Camp Rubi. He’s going to remember logging. Perhaps like logging on [to His Second Lyfe]. Something is going to kick in. And he’ll know that 3rd Stream is a key to unlocking. He’ll go to the Damned Church. He’ll see the past of Rubi. He’ll find Camp Rubi — full version (and not the split one at the Convergence Place). He’ll see the whole enchilada.

bb:

*Is* it Edward Swift?

Hucka D.:

Yes. And no.

bb:

He’ll obviously know that he’s like Esbum Michigan. And maybe even connect Baker Bloch to both, as a type of father figure, perhaps.

Hucka D.:

A good father. A God Father. A heavenly one. He’s already establishing a mythology. That’s his stream (coming from the Toxic Gallery). He knows the stream is not toxic but is still afraid to walk close to that obviously toxic drip in front of the gallery door.

bb:

Will the “Art 10×10” (within) do him any good anyway?

Hucka D.:

He’ll see it as someone else’s work. Someone else’s territory. Same for the Power Tower Gowlery, although he’ll like that space more. He’ll eventually make his base at the Edwardston Building. You’ll see.

bb:

All of his (Arrival related) posts seem to contain 13 pictures. That’s a good parameter.

Hucka D.:

He knows he’s like Esbum. Esbum had strong connections to what we call in this here blog and the blog before the Edwardston sim. He also knows of the Edwardston Station. Perhaps the attached gallery. But Esbum especially. 1:1 match for now. And, really, he is a replacement for the now deleted Esbum. He’ll know the streams are key. One is already his, he believes. Edward’s Stream. That will lead him to the ballerina. You’ll see.

Edwardston suddenly drops out of his ship as he’s exploring the superstructure. Although he didn’t realize it at the time, he’d crossed a sim line between Rubi and neighboring Sikkima, which commonly causes physics anomalies like this.

He wonders why a tree is growing on the porch of a nearby house which he otherwise thinks is a very nice home indeed, and envies the current residents, if there are any. Later on Edwardston would take residence in this very house.

So we’ve returned back to the present now, and the Esbum series of pictures. The second SL snapshot of the series finds Esbum sitting in First Chair and taking an initial, good look at the temple she was born in — again, Edwardston R. gathers this from the picture title and description. And he’s doing the same in the present situation with VWX Town, his new home.

“Very interesting,” Edwardston thinks upon reading the title/description for this one and the one before (not shown). Esbum lived or resided on a sim called *Edwardston* for a spell, and one she thought of as a definite type of paradise. He and Esbum *must* be some type of parallel creations, he then thinks.

“Geez, there’s that same picture of the orange alien from before, and Esbum is looking at it now like I saw it previously. Now there’s *two* pictures of orange, floppy topped aliens.”

Staring at the pictures one by one, Edwardston tries to take it all in. Assimilate.

The last picture shows Esbum’s bed again, but now within the very same ship he flew into VWX Town on, it seems. But Esbum is not around — instead a muscular avatar with a cowboy hat, blackbird perched on shoulder, and bright red armbands is seen staring through an opening in the hull. Edwardston R. first mistakenly thinks the Elvis picture to the right is the same as the face of this avatar, which is turned the opposite way from him in the snapshot. Of course this is just our Baker Bloch, who was likewise the parent of Esbum Michigan all those years ago.

Edwardston meditating beside the stream next to his ship. “This is Edward’s stream,” he thinks, tapping into another deep well of memory.

Edwardston R. finds an elephant trunk sticking out from the front of the ship. “Is the elephant trapped in the sides of the ship?”

Edwardston Resident spies more jungle animals from a neighboring, empty tower.

Edwardston rezzes his first SL prim, the archetypal world-cube. The place was important where this happened, he realized.

Another picture from his inventory was certainly telling: here was another avatar waking up on the exact same bed that he woke up this morning on, his first conscious moments in SL proper. Was this a doppleganger avatar? Esbum Michigan was the name according to the title of the picture. And it turned out to be the first picture in a series summarizing the avatar life of this Esbum. “S-Bum? Bum… hobo: Anything to do with the Hobo related objects in the ship like the computer and printer?” Edwardston wondered.

Edwardston Resident had a flashback of his own “waking up” experience in SL, then.

There was what appeared to be a script for a porn movie on the computer screen, which Edwardston took as some kind of joke. The whole set-up seemed comical. It kind of took the edge off the experience for sure — put him more at ease, which was a good thing.

Unreadable diskettes. They’re actually glued onto or “as one” with the table they lay upon.

Edwardston shortly finds another room in the hull of his ship, but nothing really meaningful within. Just things poking in from the outside, objects that predate the arrival of The Arab or Foreign One.

Edwardston thinks about other sights he sees from the deck of The Arab that morning.

He remembers this rainbow flag, although technically he didn’t see it with his own eyes. Instead we saw it for him.

VWX Town from above the place of the flag.

So here comes the first SL avatar I’ve created in a long, long time, years and years. His name, I decided, is Edwardston Resident. Unlike the old days when avatars had proper surnames, now the new ones that come along are all Residents. Reminds me of Blazing Saddles where everyone in the central frontier town of Rock Ridge had the last name of Johnson.

You’ve heard of people that get up on the wrong side of the bed. Well, Edwardston R. was literally born on the wrong side of the bed, the reverse side. In our kindness and loving nature, we turned over the bed for the next night so that he could sleep all proper and wake up more refreshed for another day of scrutinizing and exploring VWX Town. Or at least the west side of town.

A groggy, newly born Edwardston. “Where the f am I?”

The computer next to his bed was useless.

He’d obviously been in this ship a long time, witness the huge spider web in the corner. Edwardston hates spiders, and would not tolerate such a creation if conscious. Irritated, he found that he could also not delete the thing. We helped him (once again) after nightfall. It was gone by the next morning.

Edwardston climbs the ladder out of his ship room and takes his first look around at his New Home. Looks pretty nice, he thinks. Cartoonish but nice.

The Wall of Eyes initially scared him but then he realized it was another type of animation in this cartoon-y world. And as he looked at himself closer, he realized he too was cartoon-like. “Carrot red hair? Give me a break,” he thought. But he decided to go with the flow as best as possible.

Volcano top? Why did his ship land in the middle of all these objects? Where was he from? He didn’t appear here blank slated. He had memories of before. He knew he was from Mythos, a planet. A planet orbiting within the Sirius star system. But also a planet that, like here, was virtual. He remembered he was moving from virtual world to virtual world. He remembered to tell himself that he was the Real McCoy, and not a copy of another or a paler version. He is Edwardston Resident.

Out of the ship now, touching virtual terra firma. He spied the stream of green toxic waste spilling out from a pipe in front of an art gallery. Although he was curious about the interior, he didn’t want to walk anywhere near that stream right now. He needed to be cautious because he was so young. More memories would return.

He felt pretty much at ease here otherwise. But he decided to stay close to the ship still. The ship was called The Arab or Foreign One. He remembered that too now.

From other virtual experiences, he knew he would probably have a built in or default inventory. Finding this to be true, he rezzed several objects that had the same name as himself: Edwardston. There was some kind of Edwardston Gallery sign that advertised montages…

… and then a picture of an alien creature with an orange top like himself called “Edwardston Gallery picture”. Was this him in another (virtual) incarnation? He couldn’t remember. But it seemed familiar.

Edwardston R. manifests Baker Bloch’s Wall of Ass., which confused him for a spell before he decided to put that particular creation aside and focus on the simpler stuff. Good idea.