Hucka D.:
Here’s Carrcassonnee, as you expected.
Carrcassonnee:
Hi Baker B. Nice night. See you have your heat on. Getting cool up there in the hill country I suppose. Glad I’m on Pluto where it’s warm.
bb:
Hello Carrcassonnee. Interesting that Pluto is warm this time of year.
Carrcassonnee:
A little too much so. But I love it. Frank does too.
bb:
That your husband?
Carrcassonnee:
Janitor. He lives in my [delete].
bb:
Alriiight. So otherwise, I’ve been working hard on Sunklands, as you probably know.
Carrcassonnee:
Yup. See you included me. That’s a true story, by the way. About Middletown and The Residents there. But it was Story Room. That’s where Story Room and I hooked up originally. But I wasn’t a hooker. Not at that time. That’s not how we hooked up, see.
bb:
I gathered as much. I think. Carrcassonnee, what is your job on Pluto? Or Jeogeot or whatever?
Carrcassonnee:
Janitor. Oh wait, I already used that. Here (paper shuffling noise). Johnson and Wax. I work for Johnson and Wax.
bb:
I’ll have to check and see exactly what that is. Cleaning products comes to mind.
(baker checks)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnson_Wax_Headquarters
Do you mean that, Carrcassonnee? Or maybe the university Johnson and Wales.
Carrcassonnee (repeating):
Johnson and Wax. A car wash company but a front for drugs. And hookers.
bb:
Hmmm. What do you do at Johnson and Wax?
Carrcassonnee (quickly):
Hook. I run the hook machine. That hooks stuff and raises it up and puts it in a different, other place. I hook things.
bb:
Is it a repetitive job?
Carrcassonnee (repeating):
I hook things.
bb:
Cool. How did you get into the Second Life business?
Carrcassonnee:
I made a lot of money by hooking… things. I had it to burn. Pluto was so cold at the time, not like now. It didn’t have its own internal sun. Lord knows what’s still inside all that. But it’s cool. Warm, I mean. I have my [delete name] shorts on right now.
bb:
These things you’re telling me… they’re an unexpected turn!
Carrcassonnee:
Expect the unexpected[ with me]. After all, I’m 425 year old and counting. And that’s a vanity count.
bb:
Let’s see, we were talking about Second Life. So you said you had money to burn and you used it on virtual reality.
Carrcassonnee:
We need to talk about 2004. 2008, I mean. Both.
bb:
Okay, let’s talk about 2004 and 2008.
Carrcassonnee:
What happened in 2008?
bb:
Well, first thing that comes to mind is that I was introduced to the Second Life reality. A second world.
Carrcassonnnee:
Neat-o. And when did you meet me there?
bb:
Eerr. I don’t know. Can you tell me?
Carrcassonnee:
2007. 2010, I mean. 2010. In Pietmond. I was a pea pod at the time. But still central. I exist at the bottom of a sink[hole]. I am hole (whole?).
bb:
What’s your relationship with Sunklands? Talking about the Second Life area of sinkholes now.
Carrcassonnee:
I was assigned a hole. For hooking. I hooked a hole.
bb:
This is getting a little too bizarre.
Carrcassonnee:
No. A deep, dark hole. Like Patmos.
bb:
Are you talking about the Rabbit Hole between Jeogeot and Maebaleia?
Hucka D. (jumping in):
Hi baker b.! Do you like my orange jumpsuit?
bb (taking Hucka D. in):
Wow, that’s bright. Sure! Where’d you get it?
Hucka D.:
Omaha. Oh, and Carrcassonnee was right about the comet.
bb:
Well good. (after a pause): Sunklands?
Sunklands 