(joined in progress)
“… put the Elton John album behind me.”
bb:
I’m not sure I can, Carrcassonnee. I don’t own the land behind you. I’d have to link it with something else.
Carr.:
Spongeberg is coming. Time to make a decision.
bb (surprised):
Oh.
(Spongeberg Resident walks into the gazebo and sits down in a chair that Baker Bloch has politely rezzed).
Carr.:
Ahh, my two proud boys together.
And Spider’s my third boy, aren’t you girl? Gooood Spider. Say hello to Spider, Spongeberg.
Spongeberg:
Hello Spider. Hello Baker Bloch. Hello Carrcassonnee. I have made a decision.
Carr.:
Have you made a decision?
Spongeberg:
Yes. The town can stay. For another month. I just wanted to get Baker Bloch out in the woods and thinking about Whitehead Crossing again.
Carr.:
*My* Whitehead Crossing.
Spongeberg:
Sure.
Baker Bloch:
I have some questions about The Crossing, actually.
Spongeberg:
First off, don’t call it that. It’s Whitehead Crossing. (then laughs) Just kidding. You can call it Bob or Joe for all I care. But it’s my home. Keep that in mind. Please.
Baker Bloch:
You still live in the teepee, then.
Spongeberg:
My teepee yes. Carrcassoneee built it for me there, or provided it for me to live in. I visit Second Life from The Crossing or Fred or Bob or whatever. That *place*. Now we must talk of Red Head.
Baker Bloch:
Okay.
Spongeberg:
Red Head is the present, but it’s more the future. I should know. I’ve been there.
Baker Bloch:
Am I there?
Spongeberg:
Yes. You build a cabin. Or you are provided with a cabin. But not the meth head cabin. See?
Baker Bloch:
Absolutely. But what about the same brand?
Spongeberg:
Let’s talk of the bottles. Hucka Doobie’s bottles. He has littered. The — woods aren’t happy. He didn’t litter but he did. The woods blame Hucka Doobie. You must save Hucka Doobie.
Baker Bloch:
Did Hucka Doobie build the teepee?
Spongeberg:
No. Of course not. He doesn’t have the hands. Anyway, that’s what we need to do next. A little bit of woods cleanup. Take a bucket. You’ve seen all this, however. Clean up the woods a bit and the woods will be grateful and talk more with you. But I know you know of Owl Rock now. That was set up — quite a long time ago, actually.
Baker Bloch:
I haven’t read the website I stole the image from.
Spongeberg:
You gave credit. That’s enough. It’s not anyone’s image to own. You don’t own Whitehead Crossing just because you take pictures of it.
Baker Bloch:
Fair enough. Can you speak more of Owl Rock?
(Just then, there was a rumble heard in the sky, as if it was answering instead of Spongeberg. Spongeberg looked confused as well. Carrcassonnee peered at each of us carefully.)
Spongeberg:
Sounds like rain.
Carrcassonnee:
Collagesity is saved. I suspect things have been altered because of it. Perhaps we will experience actual weather in the town now, who knows?
Spongeberg:
Who knows?
Baker Bloch:
Who does know?
(They all shrug at each other.)
Sunklands 