Job Requirements

Carr.:

No baker, you can come see me any time. That’s why I was elected. I’m available. My hours are 8-11 and 2-3 on Monday, 8-10 and 2-2:30 on Tuesday, 8-9 and 2-2:15 on Wednesday, and then on Thursday and Friday I’m available through telegraph. Then the weekends I’m off, of course. What times are it now?

bb:

It’s Tuesday, er, Wednesday at 4:06 in the morning.

Carr.:

I guess I’m always here, then. When do I get to move around again? I enjoyed being in the forest, except for the frozen-in-place part. But then I had a lovely camping trip with the boys. What were their names (taps hand on chin?). Spunky and Weatherspoon?

bb:

It was Dr. Blood and Homer Simpson.

Carr.:

Oh yes, of course. My two dear friends. Sucked up into oblivion. Have you fixed that hole yet?

bb:

I think so. Where are we?

Carr.:

White all around. That White Palace you speak of so much. (calling:) Hucka D.?

bb:

I don’t think he wants to be a part of this much any longer. *You’re* the town deity, he told me just last night. It’s her job to advise, he said.

Carr.:

Advise I can with the best of them. But don’t you have to split in two for me to talk to you? This is new.

bb:

Do you want me to become one or the other?

Carr.:

Bloch, please.

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Carr.:

Let’s walk around town instead of just sitting here. No need to take me apart. Just wear me and we’ll walk around together.

BBloch:

Okay. Whatever.

—–

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BBloch:

Where are we heading? I’m just walking in a random direction.

Carr.:

Let’s go to the woods. It’s good to get out. Thank you.

BBloch:

You’re like a balloon. (both laugh)

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Carr.:

Hi Jim. Just talking a little walk.

Jim:

You may pass.

BBloch (after they’re out of earshot of Jim):

You know, I didn’t know he could talk.

Carr.:

Guardian of the Woods he is. Speaker for the dead. Slayer of Tin Dragon Babies. Marcher for the poor and ugly. Instigator for… here we are.

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BBloch:

Meditation Knoll?

Carr.:

The K is silent. But: yes.

BBloch:

Here Carrcassonnee, let me reajust you so we’re looking at each other again.

—–

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BBloch:

That took more work than I expected. Are you still on the clock?

Carr. (breathing in?):

Ah, the woods. I can see! No, we will come here often from now on. Save the attachement. Sit on the knoll. It should be okay. No need to spin me around much again. Dizzy.

BBloch:

Sorry about that.

Carr.:

So… what’s on your mind tonight?

BBloch:

I came here at your request.

Carr.:

No. No?

BBloch:

I guess just Collagesity in general. The parallel or interface between me and Blinks. Karoz. Hucka Doobie, even. The original family members. It’s been a long time together. What next?

Carr.:

What now is a more interesting subject. Have you seen the purse?

BBloch:

Um no. I don’t want to see it.

Carr.:

Purchased on a distant planet. Alien technology. A bargain for the price. Everything is becoming more real. But am *I* still real? I’m the only other girl here, presently.

BBloch:

I have had theories about you. You are from the future. You are [delete name].

Carr. (pondering):

Yes. Yes I am. I am many things but I am also that. Well… what am I suppose to say about what’s going on in Collagesity these days?

BBloch:

Speaking as [delete name]?

Carr.:

Yes.

BBloch:

I would tell you that Blinks is nothing like you. She’s designed for Second Lyfe and works inside of Second Lyfe but not outside. She’s Karoz’s spouse now, I suppose. I have nothing to do with her except be her brother and her friend.

Carr.:

It’s interesting that you cannot speak like you’re also her now. Here. In these woods. In Collagesity. You are split.

BBloch:

Yes.

Carr.:

But you’re her. (changing subjects) Oh, where’s *Unch*? Isn’t it nighttime?

BBloch:

Not here. Not in Second Life. Just in my real life. As I type these words. I have a black square of a window to my left. A primarily black cat to my back.

Carr.:

Cool. I wish I had that. But I am happy with my role here, my *job*. I am well compensated. Let’s say The Tables were turned. I was you and you was me. Can you do that?

BBloch:

Sure. (thinking) Well, I’d just say, keep it within that realm and don’t let it come into Real Life.

Carr.:

Which is impossible.

BBloch:

Which is impossible.

Carr.:

There will be a midnight hour for the Adam and Eve then turned Romeo and Juliet. Poison will be applied, like mice tails. Like relish. The woods remain squeaky clean.

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It will be 5 to 6 years, however. Then you will have another decision to make. This is the 5-6 years decision dealie. Blinks is keeping you safe in your realm. This is what she was designed for all along. Fate. You just couldn’t see it because it was too weird. Weird!

BBloch:

Yes. It is definitely that.

Carr.:

So: Queen. But you have to have a King for all to revolve around as well, like chess. A Queen with all moves in unlimited space and a King with all moves in 1 space.

BBloch:

Karoz.

Carr.:

No need for him to change. He is the center, however.

BBloch:

Is he [delete name]?

Carr.:

You’re worried about the curse. The Purse Curse, as it is called[ sometimes].

BBloch:

A bit. A tiny bit. Not really.

Carr.:

Karoz is many people, just like me. He can have multiple users.

BBloch:

I’m not sure he totally likes me any longer.

Carr.:

You and he have different ideas about what Blinks should be doing. Somewhat different. A bit, again.

BBloch:

She needs a role.

Carr.:

She needs a role.

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The fire goes out, leaving only a lemony green leaf.

—-

“Halt!” Jim said as I tried to reenter town from the woods after detaching Carrcassonnee.

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