Update 02

Karoz really really wanted to include the old Temple of TILE in his developing college grounds… but it was simply too many prims to work with. He settled for a small cathedral where House Greenup originally sat. The Table House is gone for now — basically it was traded for this cathedral.

Temple of TILE — just didn’t quite fit.

New, small cathedral, probably a “TILE Cathedral” per Karoz’s current leanings.

Developing Falmouth College grounds. And quite a few prims to play around with, still (!).

The variant band Story Room has graciously donated a pipe organ for the cathedral. Karoz is in some serious talks with this group concerning the college. This may just be step 1 of their involvement.

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“Yes, Karoz has gone to virtual Stonethwaite to speak directly with Story Room. They jokingly call him the “fourth” [member of the band]. Take off his clothes, and he’s serious green. His computer table will exist on an emerald green carpet of grass in the Admin Building, mimicking The Emerald of Whitehead Crossing. Story Room is aware of their variant nature. They know The Beetles (who apparently aren’t as conscious of their variant aspect). Story Room will preside over a Table[ in Falmouth College], yes. They will even be teachers there. Karoz himself will lecture on TILE. Chuck Brown is the yeller feller of Story. The others call him Chuck. The red one is Oscar. Blue guy is Steptoe Butte, with an alt named Barely Singwright. Is that right?”

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“So Karoz just walked into one of the collages and went to Stonethwaite to speak with Story Room?”

Hucka D.:

“That’s right. It was the one where Spider first exited. Oh wait, that’s the wrong college. He could use any of the collages, but he chose the one, actually, that Master Shake went into, making another hole. Then Space Ghost, Baker Bloch’s father, went into the diner college with buds Karoz… sorry again — *Zorak*, and Moltar. Story Room has agreed to play a benefit concert to raise money for the college. They’ll have it just behind the new Administration Building, inside the train track. That will be the future home, then, for the Falmouth Cussers. Nickname still in development. Perhaps something like the Cussing Tigers or Fucking Tigers. Falmouth College Motherfuckers. Or just Mofos for short.”

Karoz walked into the collage and past the backyard with the “E” in it. He went by the white within the dark, or the white star accompanied by a black hole at one end of the Devizes railroad tunnel running under the castle there. He knows of the Falmouth Castle-Devizes Castle link. He stopped to ask John Elway where he could find Story Room. 2 of the 4 Beetles crossed the road just in front. A martin bird peered around the house he was passing, as if unable to enter Stonethwaite proper. The martin bird, twinned by George Martin on the other side of town, controls the white track that enables Stonethwaite to become virtual (the GoogleEarth streetview track). It is a Martin Track. No. 9. He finds Story Room dining in the Stonethwaite End and Restaurant, currently owned and run by Oscar The Red. As Karoz walks up on them, they are discussing the nature of the 4th, and what to do about him. Karoz always had excellent timing. “Can we help you?” Oscar offered as Karoz continued to stand in front of them. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “Winne the Pooh?” said Steptoe Butte who may be the same as Barely Singwright. “I am not. I’m the new president of Falmouth College, formed to study the complex baker b. collage series of the same name. Falmouth College studies or will study Falmouth collages. We are inside a Falmouth collage now. Stonethwaite is depicted front to back, as it were, in the heart of the series. I simply walked into one of those collages and found you here.” Story Room began to stare at each other in square, triangle, and circle ways. More correctly, sphere, tetrahedron, and cube represented their giant eyes. They had no pupils yet could see. “Would you like to have pupils?” Karoz then asked. “We don’t need them,” they said in staggered unison, looking around at each other. “No, I’m mean students. Would you like to come teach at the fledgling college? Perhaps only a class here or there. You would teach musical composition and invention. And multimedia.” “We run the inns here in Stonethwaite,” came the reply. Steptoe dared to down a cheese wafer. “You are not really here, however,” Karoz said back to them. “Yes we are.” “No,” Karoz said again. Then they recognized who he could be: the sought for Fourth. “You ever studied alchemy?” asked Steptoe. “I studied TILE at Crabwoo University in Second Life before the coming of the Lindens. And I did some student teaching there. And then I became a TILE priest and a jeweler. We teach the 4orrin1 doctrine.” “What’s that?” asked Oscar. Chuck had been strangely quiet all this time.