“Well it’s working for me Wheeler Wilson. Or are you The Bill still here in this new work?”
“The Bill,” Wheeler Wilson answered. “Sorry again to call you over. The interwebs just wasn’t pulling up for me tonight.”
“No prob. Good we talk and keep up with each other every so often. We are the two chief avatars after all, with 90% of the stuff. Bracket Jupiter is running a distant third at, say, 5%?”
“I wouldn’t give him even that. But I miss him still. Where is he now, Baker Bloch? New Eden?”
“We can allow him to become part of the story again if you wish.”
“I’m having *loads* of fun, but…”
“We can do that,” Baker Bloch reinforced, turning over in his mind how that could work.
“Roger Pine Ridge,” spoke Wheeler Wilson, trying to similarly figure out a solution. “Could Bracket play…?”
“I don’t think so. Roger is a composite being. Composite avatar. He — let’s say he wishes to become one of the core avatars — one of us.”
“Let’s bring him in. I’ve got to change back to Pitch Darkly and fix Mary’s supper now. She doesn’t like leftovers.”
Baker Bloch paused, staring at the map again before them.
Or its right, Bill/Wheeler thought, looking as if from behind… inside. 1/2 and 1/2.
“Darn! It’s not working again.” She turned to her new guest.
“I almost forgot how to get a hold of you, Roger. Peter Soso,” she repeated his core avatar name for memory purposes. “Soso, Soso…”.
“Sooooooo,” Roger interrupted on beat. “Are you ready to hear my pitch?”