Is the window open…
or closed?
—–
She closed the window, satisfied that the smell was coming from the other direction.
She faced the opposite way.
Better get downstairs.
Category Archives: 0016
WEE
“This will be the time that does him in. He will have to go there *physically* after that. Only way to really explore the place, this Necksity. He has gone too far, found too many things. He can now…”
“Don’t say it.”
“Anyway. (pause) This is the place.”
—–
“Nah. It’s not *that* kind of neck pain. It’s a bit of an infection, yes, but…”
“Don’t say it.”
“*Anyway*. This is still the place. But it’s not Necksity. *That* Necksity.”
“Then *what*?”
—–
“A limit, yes. A limit, true. We are not even baker b. and Hucka D. any longer. New WES is WES but not WES. Something new.”
Quickly: “I gathered that.”
“Two shacks in the center of town.”
“Yup.”
(pause) “We can’t be just nowhere spirits, talking in the void. Take us to at least the White Palace.”
“Yes, *somewhere*,” requests the other. But who were they? I guess that’s the point. So I brought him back.
—–
“What are you *doing* here. We have a whole *kingdom* to run over there.”
“Queendom,” she partially corrected her brother. He was drinking through his rainbow sphere covered head again. She thought nothing of it, seeing the act for years. Eating, drinking, even, well, other things. Smoking. A lot of smoking. This was another Joint Joint and that’s a fact. Beside the Rhino Club, even. “It *has* to be Gaston reborn as well,” she spoke on the subject. Dare they go into the other room? Will *he* be there? They kept delaying, chatting about other things. Catching up in general. It had been months since the two siblings had seen each other. All was not well in Rosehaven. Winter is coming.
“You go running off here and there,” the brother kept complaining. “To Sunklands… to *here*. Why Jeogeot? Why return back to that particular continent? Is it Pietmond?” he then queried. “Sunklands as a whole?” But he said it as if all the letters were capitalized. SUNKLANDS, then.
“SUNKLANDS, yes,” his sister then realized. That’s why she’d redonned the golden map mask. Bach… Goldberg Variations. Is this a *gold* town, then? Or some other metal. One way to find out…
—–
“Ok, he’s not here,” says a mainly relieved Ingo, King of Rosehaven. But a shared kingdom. Half queendom. They joked about the name all the time. Before she started her travels at least.
“No,” she stated plainly, not as relieved, and looked around the back room of the joint. A place to buy drugs, yes. Better get her brother out of here asap.
But someone *was* here.
*But*. Could they see him? Could *we* see him? (yes)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0203, Apple's Orchard, Jeogeot, NWES Island
just new
She stared across the road at them; they stared back.
The Owl and the Rhino.
She had acquired a name for the town: Necksity. After a neck. Someone’s neck. Wonder who?
She had to make another purchase in town to find out. She was a *spy*. Excitement!
There was a strange smell to the place. She opened a window in back for air. Vacant lot behind.
A lift directly behind the rowhouse just rented that goes down to nowhere. Just grass beneath here. The megaburg is still being built in its various levels; a work in progress.
Better get the little devils over. Another town for them to take, um, down.
—–
But turns out the correct group to rez objects could not be joined tonight. Frustration. Her neck began to hurt, and not for the last time.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0202, Apple's Orchard, Jeogeot, NWES Island
New WES
“It’s the first megaburg on the (Jeogeot) continent since WES, reportedly. And they’re trying to bring back at least *sections* of the old into the new. Red is there, for example. Red shirt; red head.”
“Merry Gouldbusk, then.”
“Um. Sure. But in this incarnation she likes to go by Breeze.”
“What incarnation? (pause) And what *sex* is she?”
“Answer me!”
“If you touch one place I am a man. If another: a woman. It is as yet undecided, then.”
“Thank you for answering me, er, Breeze.”
“You’re welcome.” *click*
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0201, Apple's Orchard, Jeogeot, Marwood, NWES Island
Fi 02
I wonder what all this reference to Metal means around here?
Oh well. Time to clean the bathroom again. I’ll show The Man About Time I’m worth my weight in… *something*.
—–
“I will find you, my friend. I will find you and set you free. I understand a little something about being trapped in the head.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0117, Collagesity Fordham-, Jeogeot, Nautilus, West End
Fi 01
Dadada Again (!). And I can buy for nothing. Yes, Herbert Gold must stay in this West End for a spell. Try to reconcile with the present wife but, if not, there’s always red. Redshirt red, redhair red. Something red. 4th.
How exciting! West End still has magic, probably due to the lingering effects of WES. From beyond the grave.
—–
“Don’t you think WES could be Joplin, Hucka D.?”
“Could be, baker b.”
—–
Rentals? ponders Herbert Gold, spotting the sign while heading back from the road’s terminus. Sounds intriguing. Maybe April Mae will like it better here than that box in Dewey.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0116, Jeogeot, West End
on the border
Herbert Gold sat at the terminus of West End Road just before dawn and started his first painting ever, simply entitled “Gold”. Afterwards he gets the strong sense of being boxed in again and realizes he has to end it with April Mae. Wife #4 on the way. He has an inclination to go with a redhead this time. Younger. Red. We’ll see what happens.
This statue commemorates the discovery of sculpted prims in ’06. Found in the prim mines of Heterocera, sculpted prims were immediately recognized as a new category of prim that would change the face of Second Life forever. This statue is dedicated to the brave Moles who delved into the pixelated crust of Heterocera Atoll in order to bring forth these valuable prims.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0115, Jeogeot, West End
flagged
He had to get it over with. It should have been done yesterday. Danny had to come to Dewey to live. For good. That’s why the names are in his county.
Just right over there.
Better, hrmph, hop to it.
—–
—–
“I don’t know what to say, Man About Time.”
“Jim K., please,” The Man About Time requested about his name. “Call me Jim.”
“Well, whatever, this is a wonderful gift. Thank you!”
“And, as you can see, we’ve copied both your American and Florida flag from the trailer to here. Much more room. And Greyhound Imperial Town is right next door. Hear they have a nice art museum you can clean up. I know you like art.” Not quite enough to save your Fal Mouth Moon job, though, The Man About Time thinks to himself here. Tronesisia’s orders: Danny had to go. The Humanvillians had jumped off the confines of 2-dimensional art and come alive. Herbert and April Mae Humanvillian, ugh. Denizens directly from Mammoth Cave (Kentucky Town) to an art gallery near you. They’ll be in for a while. Hope they like their new neighbor.
—–
“This is *ridiculously* small,” complained a totally pissed off April Mae to her husband. “This door won’t even *fully shut*.”
But Herbert Gold was strangely taking all the upheaval quite calmly. Time for a change, he thought but didn’t speak aloud. I’m tired of servants and groundskeepers. We’ll be better off here. He was beginning to dwell on his exes again. And a new one possibly coming up soon.
Oh, and he didn’t die. Tronesisia brought him back to life. Guess that cheers him up a bit too.
And that’s how the Humanvillians came to Dewey. Soon they would explore the whole West End peninsula, all the way to Sentinel at its coastal terminus. Much more interesting in the days when megaburg WES was around, the musical birthplace of the band Love The Three and its Marty, Lemon and George Harris’ Son. Destined they were for great, star studded things, once Ingor was added.
Ingor “Redman” Ratts in WES, c.2007
Now where *are* they?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0114, Jeogeot, West End
Tin (double)
“Ahh, I found it. The place Roger Pine Ridge was born. Dewey.”
—–
“Tronesisia.”
“In the nuts and bolts!”
“Did I choose well? Did I do right?”
“You are leaning slightly more toward fame than obscurity but (the margin) is acceptable. Your *doppleganger* is balancing you by leaning toward the opposite. You may approach.”
The sweating Man About Time moved forward then bowed.
“I have *so* much to ask (!).”
“Let’s brighten the place up a little bit first…”
—–
“We should have given it back,” Herbert Gold reinforced to his wife. “The object was obviously set on the wrong permissions. I *told* you at the time.”
“I just thought it was… *fate*(!),” April Mae tried to defend about the stolen art.
“Like the rare atlas that you could have stolen from that library because it was already checked out to someone else, hmph.”
“Y-yes.(!)” She couldn’t pass up another opportunity.
But now they were in *trouble*(!!).
—–
“This is like you and Madame Silver, Herbert Gold,” Tronesisia spoke behind him, referring to one of his exes. “But you had the decency to move beyond her. Question, though: is she silver, or actually — perhaps — *tin*?”
Similarly sweating Herbert Gold, who knew he was in hot water, expressed relief that Tronesisia didn’t say platinum.
“Oh yeah,” Tronesisia corrected with a small laugh. “Pla*tin*um. That’s what I meant, ha.”
Oh boy.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0113, Jeogeot, West End
Jim K. 02
But then he changed his mind, Bellisaria’s Wheelhouse sim popping into his head again. Wheelhouse… Wheeler. Wheeler’s House, he realized. He heads to the Blue Feather instead. Roger Pine Ridge wasn’t home so no loss there anyway.
Inside the Blue Feather, in the Table Room on floor 2 still attached to the Perch Restaurant, just like in Collagesity, another secret meeting was taking place. Hucka Doobie was demonstrating the oddity of Polk County for Baker Bloch. Although Wheeler Wilson still technically owned the Blue Feather, she had always let members of the same named club have access to the 2nd floor. And the first and the third if they wish, but there was less reason to do so, or at least to *linger* there. The Blue Feather (Club) was designed to be an establishment of lemony persuasion, and the roundabout 1-3-2 way of traveling through it was part of this heritage. Its development is traced way back in novel 2, when Wheeler took over the reigns of Collagesity from one-eyed, giant chartreuse alien Carrcassonne in a coup. But now The Man About Time (Pierre) is pondering a return for the deposed former ruler. In some form — he hasn’t decided what or how yet. He’s currently set aside “Floydadada” to study up on how Jacob I. tried to take over the town back in novel 7. It may be handy to track down the similarly one-eyed deity who failed. Last seen in the Gaston estate sim as far as anyone’s best guess goes. But The Man About Time actually checked there earlier today: no luck. Maybe his pet or companion Broken Heart Jackie. Hmmm. Hmmm, again. Many wheels spinning in his head.
—–
“‘Goodnight Violet.’ Like I said goodnight to gallery exhibits in general after that time.”
“She liked me, you know. Violet I mean.”
“I can’t remember. I doubt it. But — you *were* still a man back in those days.”
“Nah,” countered the bee person. “I really wasn’t. I never was a man. You just *thought* I was. I’m not.”
“Well. Let’s head over to Fal Mouth Moon, then. See the related work.”
—–
“Jeepers, Hucka Doobie. It’s *gone*!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0112, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus
Sunklands 