Two new, identical gazebos have appeared in Collagesity, both at the same height and same latitude. One is turned north and one south. The one facing north is Carrcassonnee’s new home — she approves. It’s been wedged between the Boos gallery and Castle Jack — tight but nice fit. Her former home, the TILE Temple, has been derezzed for now. A 2 prim city filler takes its place on the western edge of town.
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Carr.:
Tight but nice. Good evening Baker B.
bb:
Good evening Carrcassonnee. So you like your new home?
Carr.:
Tight but nice. Yes. The other gazebo, the one facing the opposite way, what do you make of it?
bb:
Thanks for asking. Well, it props up or gives the appearance of propping up the Kidd Tower formerly just floating in the air.
Carr.:
Oh it’s attached already. To Collagesity Heights. That’s the same as Comparative Heights. But you decided to not go down that road.
bb:
… of interpretation, yes. You only have so much room, and the reader is taxed already.
Carr.:
No. You can write even another analysis if you wish. I have a special guest.
bb:
Oh?
Hucka! Look at you. (pause) But you have two different types of shoes on.
Carr.:
He cannot talk now. He is talking through me. Hucka has taken an oath of silence.
bb:
Really? For how long?
Carr.:
For however long it takes.
bb:
Humph. This true Hucka? (no answer) Just checking. Well, there’s no seat for Hucka.
Carr.:
Hucka will stand. I just wanted you to know that he’s okay and that he’s still helping me.
bb:
Well, you missed a heck of an interpretation session, Hucka D.
Carr.:
He knows.
bb:
I hate for him to just stand there. And all silent and all. When did all this silence begin? He’s a chatty guy, you know.
Carr.:
I can answer for him. It began with the move. We cannot speak to Hucka as much now. He has helped you through years and years of intermediate creation. Now you are at a race for the finish. He has done his job well. You have known each other now since 2008. That’s 26 years.
bb:
Well, no it isn’t. But I’ve… it’s felt like Hucka’s been around that long.
Carr.:
He was there at the beginning of the blogs. I was too. He is Blinkerton. You took down the Blinkertons in the town diner.
bb:
Yes, I did. I’ll have to read up on all that Blinkerton to Hucka D. [soul] transferral again real soon. I might take the beginning part of the [Baker Blinker] blog to the beach in a couple of days. Charleston, I mean.
Carr.:
Great town. I was bourne there. Originally was a deity to the pirate Bluebird [Bluebeard], who sailed the seas just off the coast of Molly Beach.
bb:
Um, okay. But you might mean Bluebeard there.
Carr. (booming):
NO.
bb:
Um…
(Hucka D. seems to mutter something very low and very quick)
bb:
I thought Hucka D. said something there, Carrcassonnee.
Carr. (not booming now):
No. He is truly mute. But sometimes thoughts come through. You were picking up his thoughts.
bb:
Hucka D. is pointing to that painting of St. Lemon of Troy, Carrcassonnee. He’s trying to say something.
Carr.:
He’s saying: Pay attention to Lemon.
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