Residents at The Table.

Of course it was The Table House and attached Confluence Place that still represented the center.

“Edwardston still needs to see the ballerina with the 3 hoops,” Baker Bloch muses. “That might help determine which Edward he is. Gees!”

3rd and 2nd streams respectively.

The Residents still look over the house. And certainly the residents of VWX Town have come alive as of recently (!) We now have Bracket Jupiter living in the community along with Edwardston Resident. And Baker Bloch apparently has his office here, in Table House. Is Wilsonia next? How about Baker Blinker?

Baker Bloch thinks way back to his old crush on the other Baker, the female one. Is that completely over? Yes, he realized. It was.

Then suddenly she was there again, beside him. It was the same situation as with Edwardston — again strangely, since Baker Blinker is an older avatar than even Baker Bloch. She is the original avatar of the Baker family, in fact, dating way back to February 2008. Lots of good times in that avatar body. In about 2010, I suppose, she got a sort of makeover, with the idea that she’d represent the public face of the family. She would be the one to attend parties to promote our art galleries, for example. But it never really worked out that way.

“What are your plans Baker Bloch?” she queried. “Are you going to live here, in the Table House?”

“I think so. At least set up my office here.” He didn’t know what to ask her back, however.

“I’ll remain in the background still,” she then said, noticing the uncomfort. “Remember the old days when you had to borrow from *my* inventory? I had the stuff, then. I was the queen.”

“Yes you were,” Baker Bloch readily agreed. He wanted to add, “… and you still are,” but he held his tongue.

Night descended yet they remained in their chairs, a silent communion.

Baker Blinker broke the spell. “We have a number of children now, I guess you could put it.”

“Yes, I suppose you could say that,” Baker Bloch responded. “I’m unsure of Edwardston, however. He’s this one Edwardston that our user, baker b., knows from childhood, yet he’s this other Edwardston that is a writer from Texas and loves ballerinas and worshipped another place called Rubi as a paradise.”

“Maybe it’s both,” Baker Blinker countered. “Can it be both?”

“I suppose it is. I suppose it might have to be. I need to get him *here* so that he can take a look at the ballerina below us here.”

“Will you take me there?” Baker Blinker requested.

“Follow me into the hole,” he said.

“Camp Rubi,” Baker Bloch said, pointing.

“Ah,” responded Baker Blinker.

“A model of the camp,” Baker Bloch clarified. “And only half of it. The other half is on the other side of the wall from here. Let’s see, that would be the higher value colors like green, yellow, red. That would be the dark side of the rainbow. Or maybe this part is the dark side.”

“Which one?”

“This part,” the male Baker decides.

“Ooops, tee hee. I tried to sit down on one of the houses and now I’m on the other side. How do I get back?”

“The walls should be phantom,” he responds.

Baker Blinker unsuccessfully tried to walk through the wall to get back to Baker Bloch. “Nope, its not.”

“Oh wait, here’s an opening.” Baker Blinker walks up to Baker Bloch, who still stares at the model of the camp. He turns to meet her.

“I really wish I could see you. I suppose I might never see you again, actually.”

“I can see you, but you’re grayed out.”

Baker Bloch grimmaced. “Yeah, Edwardston complained about that as well. But at least you guys can see me. I can’t see either of you. Not… fair.”

“No,” Baker Blinker agreed. “So what are you hoping will happen to Edwardston when he sees the ballerina?”

“Umm.”