I reappear. I attempt to get more information about this place from a computer terminal.
A man appears out of a blue box wearing a blue rose when I press the letter “q”. A doppleganger.
He kills me. I have not been the first to attempt to understand.
Luckily my true head remains to reconstruct me after the murder. Perfection makes up for failure. I kill in turn, decisively this time. The threat has ended for now.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0207, Corsica, Stranger Creek^
“A Queer Creek is also a Strange Creek, Hucka Doobie.”
“Indeed.” How many more times would the bee-person appear to Baker Bloch, like the Gazoo to the Flintstones? As many times as he needed, Hucka realized. *She* was the one in error for wanting to have a relationship. She should have put that behind her long ago, when she was a man. But: here we are. *She’d* fight the urges.
Hucka Doobie then suggested they go down the Rabbit Hole again…
Buildings. Not fitting perfectly together unlike me — the perfection. I must make all this right.
I remove my perfection to attempt to fit in better with this strange, queer place but feel I am only a shell of what I was. I disappear.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0206, Corsica, Stranger Creek^
Illuminatus eyed the bluebird who’d just flown in on the window seal suspiciously with his most closed of 4 eyes.
“Harrison,” he muttered. “Harry.” He got up off the 256th most crazy thing in the sim and walked toward Centre again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0205, Corsica, Stranger Creek^
“The peaks giveth and the peaks taketh away,” recites golden being Rhiannon after the transformation of Linda Halsey back to Cathy Love Peace Hippie Child on the Urqhart Hill behind them, topped with circling rocks. “You always serve them now, just like you did before. Now use your transformation wisely my child. My Love Peace Hippie Child.” She smiled over at the standing, barefoot woman from her log, a kind gesture but with slight overtones of sinister. Rhiannon knew there was a good chance this would not turn out well — again.
Cathy L.P.H.C. glanced back at the hill where it all happened.
Later that night, a special tree came over to Urqhart to see what all the commotion over here was about. Ball parks? Out in the middle of nowhere? He/she had to see for him/herself!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0204, Corsica, Urqhart^
Sunklands 