Category Archives: MAPS
00490308 (319)
I’m not sure when the original motel was expanded from 3 to 5 rooms but it fits. And a lobby with a secret room behind the registration desk where you can peer into at least the 5th which has replaced the 3rd as a new end of the thing. This is where we find Peter Oesso and his fellow au naturale bud John waiting for the return of the Boss. Buick + Red Point tells me this might be Bixby, or someone who can turn into a green hulk figure if provoked in a certain way. Call her fat, for example. Or even curvy.
David A.B. and Linda Halsey aren’t positioned in front like they were before. Nor is Yoko Ona around, walking the streets in her multiple self style. David A.B. can’t absentmindedly step off the front patio of the Missouri motel into the road and be sideswiped by a station wagon with Illinois plates like in photo-novel 20. The beanstalk remains an out-of-bounds concept.
You better figure out how to get out of Missouri — Miss Ouri — or you’ll remain trapped here forever, I can hear her say in my mind. Key, I knew. Where is that gall darn blasted key?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0308, Althyria, HANA LEI, Heartsdale+, Missouri
00490307
“There! There’s where we have to head next, me and the boys.”
“OK, Dr., I’m going to have to stop you there, draw a line. That’s a private residence. Nothing to do with the Missouri Mystery Motel or any other anomaly tied to that Show-Me state.”
“You are denying the power of the CENTER?”
“In this case, yeah.”
“So you’re admitting it *is* a case.”
“Um, no. Not what I meant.”
“You already said it. Can’t take back.”
“Just… leave those poor people alone. They’ve had enough trouble with the rabid fans of ADC never mind your small band of kookies. Who’s left among them? The Ogle brothers?”
“Yeah,” he admitted. But they’re loyal. And they’re cheap. Work for free, actually. I can’t do *everything*.”
“You pay them with snapshots.”
“Like I said: free.” TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0307, ADC, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Missouri, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00490303
Where did it all go wrong for us, Daisy?
But I remember. When I went South is where. Sato knows. If he is the same as Okama Majo which he is. St. Dennis was always South to him, just across the line from his home in the North, in K-Town (Kangarootown). He wondered why we would even contemplate flying to the place.
Flying? I can hear her question me in my mind.
Later on, after I’d gathered more information about our split through some strategically placed indigo lamps, she started weeping again. On and on it went. Couldn’t be consoled. Ring Woman.
Couldn’t be trusted was the bottom line, I thought to end things. Had to be eliminated.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0303, Illinois, Kangerootown+, Omega, RDR2, South Carolina, Southern
00490214 (“End of Real” revisited)
We were in Puerto Rico now, wondering about the difference between Real and Anon by way of Georgia and its own Anon along with a similarly named Rayle also nearby. Which I think might stand in for Real via its phonetically identical Rael, as in the lead character from the ultra-classic Genesis 1975 double rock opera album called “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway,” a dysfunctional, graffiti artist proto-punk from the mean streets of New York City at the time. Peter Oesso would probably know. If he’s who I think he really is deep down, i.e., former Genesis front-man and primary story penner Peter Gabriel. Can he find his way out of the machinery again and drop the crowd pleasing mask act? Wherever Peter went the “Lamb” was sure to follow unless he left the group, a change heralded by the 1977 classic single “Solsbury Hill” from his first solo album, the original track recorded as an artist beyond Genesis. “Lamb,” a cumulative effort for the band, was just that huge and overwhelming. He had to move on…
“Pageturner”, 2017
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0214, Bogota, collages 2d, New York, Puerto Rico, Silverton
00490213 (Show Me, Peach)
He came into the room holding a top secret file and spoke directly into the 2 way mirror connecting our 5 and our 6. “You need to look toward Franklin,” he said after removing his disguise and showing his true face which mirrored the ones on the 100 dollar bills littering the floor. “Franklinn,” he emphasized.
—–
“FrankLYNN!!!”
“Oh god what is it this time?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0213, Georgia, Heartsdale+, Jeogeot, Missouri, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00490212
“Tell you what, Bardie. I want you to write me something, get me out of this pickle I’m in here in this Missouri motel renamed for the misery it caused. John over there is not my lover, I have that much.”
10 seconds later, Bardie says “much,” which wasn’t much given the gravity of the situation.
“I know someone ordered us to remain here au naturale. Just in case.”
“Case,” he echoed about 5 seconds later, quicker this time because he was on to something. This *was* a case. June’s diary.
And more. UFO?? (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0212, Heartsdale+, Missouri
00490211
We’ll return to the theme of all encompassing, all absorbing toilets soon, but first we must introduce yet another location into this here photo-novel 49 blog story, and, yes, I can hear the reader groan and/or sigh here from the weariness of keeping track of them, ha. Place called Heartsdale which is no stranger to the photo-novels as a whole, having already appeared in (as I’m checking) 03, 08, 13, 19, 23, and especially 20 of the run. 20 is also where Paperville has been most prominently featured, but that might be what we could call an “accident”. Let’s say that for now. Anyhoot, Heartsdale seems pertinent because of this Missouri based motel within the 1 sim urban area named “Mad Misery” due to a sign malfunction. Actual name before the breaking: Madry Wise. Scene of not one but several tragedies according to the attached story.
from photo-novel 20
1-2-3-4-5 the rooms are numbered along a north-south line within the sim…
… just like with the Wilson City-Wyatt fused town seen in section 01 of the current photo-novel also found in Missouri. Pretty sure they’re, let’s call it, synchromystically connected. Another TILE.
But let’s start in the “beyond the game” 6th room where we can secretly peer into at least the 5th. Wilson. (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0211, Heartsdale+, Missouri, Paperville+, Weird-o Islands+
00490209 (“curse purse”)
Peter walks through the tunnel leading to the temple named Penn and changes into his 5 year older brother who is the same age as him in the process. Another queer dream!
Numerous pens scattered on the floor within, along with a couple of pencils inserted here and there to reinforce the theme. Just what Peter Tron needs so that his good egg good friend Bardie can properly express his feelings and not have to inadequately speak about them. Penn produces pen! Marvelous. Goal found.
He’s about to pick up a couple of ’em to bring back when he spots a phantom version of the painting he’s been working on so long and hard recently above a step ladder to his left colored the same as the cyan energy lines in his futuristic bodysuit and also “frisbee”. He knows this is leading him further and that his journey into the temple is not done with the writing utensils.
… down a side passage…
… brushing past narrowing walls…
… into Center.
He changes once more into an even older brother who’s the same age and gets back to work running the place he remembers he’s the black king of, this Paperville and attached Weird-o Islands. True endpoint for him.
Tron Axis checks his watch not on his arm. 10 years have passed, period. Close enough to make it stick. He inks up the antique blue jay feather pen in front of him to continue even further down this rabbit hole of a place.
Bathroom, he thinks while putting quill to parchment. Bathroom is next. Water closet.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0209, Paperville+, Pennsylvania, Weird-o Islands+
00490204 (bottoms 02 (all cracked up))
She hadn’t tried in 100s of days, maybe 100s of weeks. She was tired of pussyfooting around. “Permission to come aboard!” she shouted over in as confident of a tone as she could muster given the circumstances. No answer for a while, maybe 100s of seconds, then: “Permission DENIED.” The old, crusty sea chaplain turned captain who didn’t know when to give up himself wanted to reply immediately but was fixing a hole on the starboard side (away from her and also you, the reader or readers) and couldn’t be bothered at first. But: one hole fixed and two more appear, it seems, like apples for banana. He contemplated just ignoring the poor, foolish girl, standing over there probably in just flesh and bits of white, like she does (he imagined). The man: only red. But still he knew they were man and wife, as close as one could get without multiple marriage vows. He had to hold himself partly responsible. Given that he was the one who married them, way way back in the day. “Go AWAY. We’ve said our bits, our parts. It’s up to YOU to make it work.” Red and white red and white, he thought. Surely they can better coordinate all that, divide the hues up in a fairer, more democratic way. And *not* have to enter his unrepairable *republican* shipp, pheh. No, he would stand steadfast against change (what was he *thinking*).
“I KNOW who you are,” she tried again. “You will NOT get this shipp with its broken rigg and all to float, no way jose. Not without MY help.” (TBC)
dreams of repair
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0204, Haven, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Weird-o Islands+
Sunklands 