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Clown at Clownski’s
“Performance artist??” exclaims Paul.
“And he says he’s been doing this a long time,” interjects Buster.
“Yes,” answers the famous clown. “And I can help *you*”… he pauses and turns toward Buster. “Er, what did you say their name was again?”
“The Lambs,” replies Buster.
“No,” states Mary firmly. “Just Lamb.”
“Well then, I can help *you* Just Lamb.”
Mary sighs. This little bloodsucker’s plan better work, she thinks.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0611, Heterocera, Lapara^
Buster’s return
A bad moon was rising over Vampire Island, telling Buster things he didn’t want to hear. He better head back to Lapara before it’s too late.
—–
Oh no. Baker Bloch with Chroma and Earie!
It was too late?
Turning away from Lapara’s yellow grass and looking across the sim line toward Astarte’s new and colorful bouncy castle, he knew there was only one thing to do in this situation.
While playing again, Buster accidentally finds his answer with a clear view into Clownski’s upper floor.
Renaldo O’Donnell lives!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0610, Heterocera, Lapara^
Jacob 02
He recognized the big, white lily pad just ahead. Jacob had circled back to where he began. Nothing here, then.
Wait, an opening right beside him he’d missed.
Jupiter.
Jacob thought of the small island as a whole now. Melancholy was its name. The I. that could not get high.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0609, Hana Lei^^, Heterocera
Jacob 01
Jacob the Lawnmower was trimming and harvesting the grass around the highest sand dune with the castle when suddenly he was someplace else altogether.
Something big was sniffing his right ear.
And up the wooden stairs, an ickle, white in color and cubic in shape.
He derezzes the now useless mower and heads up to the tree, trying to gain perspective.
“You can stop clutching now,” the simple ickle suggests. “You are no longer a mower. You are no longer anything. Welcome to the Land of Infinite Possibilities. Did I say infinite — I always do that. *Finite* Possibilities. But very broad and rangy possibilities nonetheless.” He paused, studying the guest more, the dilated eyes, the psychedelic, swirly green t-shirt. “What is your name, man?”
“Jacob,” came the answer in a plain voice. He almost said Jacob the Lawnmower but caught himself. He also stopped clutching. “I desire nothing except the grass and the wind.” Jacob then remembered another thing he desired. “And paper.”
“Rolling paper?” the ickle guessed correctly. “We have caves stocked with paper just for that purpose. “But — and this is the clincher, Jacob, so pay attention — we have no *grass.*”
Jacob looked around, seeing plenty of grass, if not exactly the mowing variety.
“Yes, yes,” the ickle explained further. “We have grass but not grass grass. The weed variety. Our grass is not weed… Mary Jane.”
“I am sad I cannot get high,” a high pitched pink bunny-ickle added from a nearby landscape depression.
“Nor me,” ventured a deep throated cuckoo-ickle from the base of the tree further up. “Come here, man, and descend down this spirally green hole to help aid us. It’s a worm tunnel going all the way to Jupiter. Trust us, man. It’s groovy.”
Jacob studied the tunnel using remote viewing. Seemed harmless enough, so he walked past the square white bird, uttered a quick, “see you guys,” and went in.
A 100+ pound weight then fell on the depressed bunny-ickle, crushing her to suds.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0608, Hana Lei^^, Heterocera
Earie, Rocky and Terry
Earie decided to teleport over to the sim named Ear for potential musical inspiration but found only an empty sim with nothing in it except Route 02 and some lining Linden trees and plants. But just to the north: another potential Heterocera Smallerville.
And yet another Bodega Supermarket and Deli within. Is this where the pink elephant went? he asks himself.
Nope, no red door in back like Terry said there would be.
—–
Rocky heard a noise in back. He quickly picks up his gun and gets in ready position. “Alrighty come on out of there scoundrel.”
“Whoa, chill there Mr. R. It’s just me. Terry. The guy you hired to replace the comedian, getting off his shift. You didn’t drive him away by trying to shoot him too, did ya?”
Wiping his brow, Rocky points the gun down. “Oh Terry. I forgot you were behind there.” What a handsome demon, Rocky thinks again. Is Terry so pretty he’s turning him gay? He gets out of the way so the new bartender can pass.
“Well… see you tomorrow. About 3 o’kay?”
“We don’t really get any business until around 4, Terry. So come at 4.”
Terry pouts, and so cutely that Rocky yields.
“Alright you can show up at 3. We’ll play cards together if no one is here.”
“Swell Mr. R. I can use the extra dough. I mean, from stealing your money at cards.” He points to him and emits a cool, clicking sound with his mouth before departing eastward. The smitten raccoon watches with great interest.
Rocky begins to plan where he’ll set up the card table and how the seats will be arranged. “I hope that dreaded pink elephant doesn’t show up early again reeking of marijuana,” he then mutters.
A light bulb turns on above his head. Pot!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0607, Heterocera, Lapara^
Smallerville
“What happened to the other pink elephant, Ziffie?”
“Howard? (Do) you mean Howard?”
“I don’t know his name,” the visiting Baker reinforced.
“Island,” Ziffie spoke. “Skies,” Ziffie clarifed. “Island in the Skies,” Ziffie amalgamated.
“So he’s left [delete name] town?”
“Not far,” Ziffie then said. “Island. Skies.”
“Yes, I gathered,” spoke Baker Bloch flatly. Where *is* Hucka Doobie? he thought to himself.
—–
“So this is it, Hucka Doobie. Right where Ziffie said it would be.”
“And where did you meet these people? These elephants?”
“That town right over there. Baker Bloch pointed to his left. The town you were suppose to meet me in.”
“Sorry I lost the landmark. I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately.”
“Pollinating party organizing is tough, I’ve heard. But only from you.”
“And I had other stuff to do.” Hucka Doobie didn’t clarify.
“Well, should we?”
“Sure.”
—–
“Not much to it, Baker Bloch.”
“A good view of the town, though,” Baker offered, peering over the south edge. “I suppose that’s why he chose the spot. Didn’t want to go too far up with it.”
“Should we go inside this cottage?”
“Call first… but I don’t have… wait, I remember the name now.”
“Spit it out.”
“Howard?” Baker called. “Howard??” he said again. No answer.
“That’s enough of a warning for me, along with a rap on the door. Three times then we’re in. My rule.”
“Alright,” Baker Bloch agreed.
—–
“No knocking needed, Baker Bloch. Door just opened right up.” Hucka Doobie gazed at the blood red curtain just beyond. He turned to Baker. “I’m not afraid, are you?”
“No,” the half dead avatar lied.
They plunged ahead with sweaty palms.
“This is all there is?”
“It’s the Black Lodge, silly,” states Hucka Doobie, breathing a little easier. “Twin Peaks; Black Lodge.” I wonder where the midget is?”
“I believe dwarf or little person is the appropriate terminology, Hucka Doobie. And being about 3 feet tall yourself, you’re one to talk.”
“I know who did this. Must be Buster Damm. Or that Tonshi woman. Or both of them together. This is where *they* went. I feel (this truth) in me from head to feet.”
“Go ahead and try out a chair Hucka Doobie.”
“I have a better idea,” said the bee-person. “We’ll do it together.” They positioned themselves in front of 2 of the 3 chairs. “Alright, on 3. One, two…”
The scene shifted. They were outside on the sky island again.
“Not even a cottage up here,” spoke Hucka Doobie, not remembering the last 10 minutes in the least.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0606, Heterocera, Morrison
Terry
Improvio’s siblings Chroma and Earie knew they were being betrayed, and summoned a Fire Ickle to aid them.
He promptly began working at Rocky’s bar after former bartender Bean went missing under mysterious circumstances.
Handsome devil, thinks Rocky. Olde Lapara Towne better lock up all their women for this one.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0604, Heterocera, Lapara^
cat and dogged
“Good tomato juice,” says the blue clad Improvio, swigging it down.
“Coffee’s nice as well,” speaks Inertia in turn. “We’ll have to keep this place in mind. They have food too.”
“Met some people, auntie, while I was waiting for you. A couple. One of them said they lived around here. The other said she might move here. Can’t remember their names.”
“Don’t talk to strangers,” the pale woman warned. “The band’s the thing. I see you have the ring on.”
He exposed it more. “Yes, I love it. Thank you so much. Now I have the Spirit of Punk at my disposal. There’ll be no stopping me.” He gulped. “Us, I mean.”
Inertia smiled. “You were always my favorite, Improvio. Ruthless and dogged like me; that’s why I decided to give the ring to you and not Chroma or Earie. You will lead us to the promised land. Have you spoken to Rocky Racco yet? You must sway him to our side. That is a primary goal.”
“Primary color goal,” he added playfully.
“Yes,” she said, looking him over. “Red and yellow might as well be dead and stashed away in that tall grass beneath the train ramp.” Inertia then scowled toward the shop window. Both knew the cat listening in on their conversation would also have to be killed and put within same.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0603, Heterocera, Lapara^
Sunklands 