“We’re here.”
“Super.” Your Mama then turned toward Raggy. “Got any more of those ham sandwiches around? I’m ravished.”
“Careful with those. You know what…”
“I know, I know. That’s why I’m *here*.”
—–
“I wonder what’s this way?” she voiced defiantly.
“Care-ful.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0101, Maebaleia/Satori, White Horse Village-
“Vein and Artery Boy is a pet nickname. His real name is…”
“Wait,” implored Allen Y. to speaking Rock. “Lemme guess: Hitchcock.”
Rock Ramby and “Vein and Artery Boy” share a sly smile.
“No?” Allen Y. kept pushing. “Am I wrong?”
—–
“Did I ever tell you how Rock got his name?” VA Boy boomed a little later on. The Hitchcock appellation hadn’t been resolved.
“No. Not in the 15 minutes we’ve ever been talking to each other.”
“You haven’t been here before?” VA Boy looked over at Rock with this, who just shook his head back. “This isn’t… *Hitchcock*?”
—–
“*Anyway*, back to the dog.”
“Oooh. *This* story.” Rock settled back in his seat and crossed his hands behind his head. He seemed to be preparing himself for a long one; VA Boy was about as chatty as Rock, and almost as conceited, it appeared. But — strangely to Allen Y. — they *complemented* each other, as if Allen Y. understood now how each formed the way they did. In some couples it is done by balancing weaknesses with strengths. In this case, it was *accenting* those. They’d been so boastful to each other down through the years now, apparently, that it had become a kind of refined game or ritual. And now, Allen Y. sensed, they were stuck in these patterns, unable to really converse successfully to anyone else. It was an odd realization. But — he understood — there was a deeper mystery to it still which everything pivoted around. Hitchcock. A *game*, yes. He would soon learn the surface name for that game. And it wasn’t Hitchcock.
—–
Exactly where Santa Sven disappeared as a point in the sky, another came. Was this Hitchcock? We’ll see!
END OF “COLLAGESITY 2019 EARLY”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0618, Misty Mo+
Rock Ramby sure knows about trees and plants, thought Allen Y., listening in for the second hour now as the muscular dude babbled on. “The redwoods are a hybrid clone,” he was currently saying. “I got dwarves as well. I created all and everything on this sim,” he reinforced again. “Horses too.”
“Tricksy?” Allen ventured while scratching his chin, testing the water.
“That a horse name?” he came back. “Doesn’t sound like one.”
“Yeah, that’s the one I mentioned meeting on the way over here. All the way back at the first of our, er, conversation.” A long, long way back, he thought to himself. And he hasn’t mentioned this mysterious Hitchcock in a long time either.
“Mirabel,” corrected Rock. “A transer, yeah. Tricksy could have been it.”
“That’s what she said,” Allen held firm. Blasted know-it-all. In truth, Allen Y. had become weary of the chatter about 20 minutes in. He’d heard enough blowhards back on his home planet of Elven.
Just then, what appeared to be jingle bells sounded outside the cabin, breaking the banter. “Cool,” Rock Ramby then beamed. “Sven’s back. Runs a packing industry over in Meat City Misty Mountain, you know. Let’s take a look.” Rock springs up from the chair on his powerful legs and moves toward the front door. He draws his knife just in case. Less spry Allen Y. stands and follows; peers through the opening behind him.
“More veins and arteries for your boy, Rock,” called Sven merrily, landing just behind the circular train track. He threw a bowed package in his direction, which Rock deftly caught, knife still in hand. “Schweet,” he yelped. “Thanks Santa!”
“Sven, please. Merry, um, Something!” he shouted as his jingling reindeer lifted him and his heavily packed sleigh back into the sky. “Merry Something to All!”
Shuffling behind Allen Y. as he watched the sleigh recede. He turned. “I heard my name,” issued a Zeus-like voice.
Where the hell have *you* been hiding? the yellow alien thought.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0617, Misty Mo+
“Blueberry Hill,” spoke wise bee-person Hucka Doobie at the recently relocated Blue Feather in 7 Stones while pointing at the appropriate place on the depicted map. “Reinforced by Orange(dale) just above. Formerly Blue *Berry* Hill. Hidden on the former Bee County map LINK. But it’s actually Violet… Violet Beauregarde of the Willy Wonka franchise; golden ticket winner. Puffed up like a blueberry at the dessert end of her 3 course gum chew and rolled away by the Oompa Loompas at the end of their song like a giant marble. Violet… a balance between Red (Hill) and Blue (Mountain). Combo, really, like the pigments.”
Hucka turns. “Questions?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0617, Blue Mountain, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Red Hill
An old train track encircled the cabin, which struck Allen Y. as odd. Why a train out in the middle of nowhere? he asked himself. Why a circle? He crossed the track, but something seemed different, then. An enclosure, just like when he felt he couldn’t breath and had to wear his hydrogen helmet topped with the far seeing eyes. In fact, he better put it on again just to be safe. So the 2 circles become one here.
“Hello?” he called just inside the track. “Anybody there?”
Sleeveless, muscular Rock Ramby came onto the weather worn porch, stared at him. “RR at your service,” he offered in a low, calm voice. “What can I do you for?”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0616, Misty Mo+
He walked and walked until he came upon a horse.
Approaching it, Allen Y. commented on what a pretty horse it was. “Thank you,” the creature replied in a smooth, feminine voice, surprising the yellow alien.
“A talking horse, eh?” He was facing the beautiful brown animal directly now. “What’s your name, then?”
“Mirabel,” it quickly replied. “Use to be Tricksy. But that’s a horse name. I got a proper *being* name when I came in contact with Brainard. Have you met our God? He often rolls around the valley… like a marble. Sometimes in the hills surrounding the valley, sometimes in the valley.”
“Hmmm. How big is this… marble being?”
“A *God*,” Mirabel neighs. “A collective, some say. But a God still. There’s little debate on that. Hitchcock can tell you. He’s the expert.”
“Hitchcock,” Allen Y. urged. “Another horse?”
Mirabel snorted, then: “Not hardly,” and went back to eating greener grass on the other side of the fence.
Sensing the animal-being was done with him, Allen Y. moved on. “Thank you,” he said in parting.
—–
Soon he came upon a stream, and across it, a cabin in a small grove of more of those tall, tall trees. The abode of Hitchcock.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0615, Misty Mo+
One last sim before I returned to Misty Mountain, thought Allen Yellow, able to breath without his helmet for lengthy periods now. Just over that bridge over there. Mirromere.
—–
Those reminders again at the other side of the bridge and the entrance to the final sim.
“One last leg,” he says aloud to reassure himself while beginning to walk through a imposing grove of incredibly tall trees. “The Long Walk complete.”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0614, Misty Mo+
“No, I will stay in my quaint house in Gormthoog, Baker Bloch. I do not need to live in 7 Stones to be a continuing part of the storyline there. I have done my main responsibility: the destruction of Collagesity. Others are hesitant but I trust instinct and faith completely. That makes me a good destroyer. That makes me Spongeberg the Destroyer. That, and the names of my mother and father obviously.” He tries to crack a smile. I don’t hear Spongeberg joke much, so it was a pleasant surprise.*
—–
Yeah I could hang here for a while, Spongeberg thinks at the entrance. Maybe meet up with that Green Squirrel fellow. Possible candidate for a new destroyer. We need some.
—–
* Earlier, Spongeberg indicated to me that his name is a combo of “parents” Spongebub Squarepants and Austrian composer Arnold Schoenberg.
Spongeberg at home in Gormthoog off Route 14.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0613, Asha, Corsica, Lower Austra, Nautilus
Newlyweds Sid and Martha are disappointed that the Harry Potter themed Diagonal Alley is no longer in Corsica’s Shedao sim, but they’re still having a lot of fun tonight at the replacement attraction of “Chedderbarrel: A Day at the Zoo.” Open through May 15! Lots of freebie cutouts too.
Local resident Green Squirrel even has a job there again: playground supervisor, but mostly he just plays in the sand himself. Helps pay the mortgage on his and wife Huma’s Julia House located in Asha next door. You may remember he worked as a Slytherin salesman in the Horizontal Lane part of the Harry Potter setup from Collagesity novel 10. After being unemployed for most of the winter and spring, he’s back at it again. Huma has already spent a good chunk of the first paycheck on a new dishwasher. She’s tired of washing dishes by hand, especially since GS doesn’t help out that much. He said he’d try to remedy the situation and do more work around the house. We’ll see.
Quitting time. Time to get back to the Asha hills and a well cooked meal of seasoned trout and spagetti-o’s. What a wife!
Time for Sid and Martha to head home as well. They and their children Indigo and Ragdoll are the last inhabitants of Collagesity, left behind as caretakers for the Rubi Woods through their PotD organization: Protectors of The Diagonal, with The Diagonal now also known as the Head Line. Not sure if they’re additionally helping preserve the more recently discovered, parallel Heart Line as well. Have to ask them soon…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0612, Asha, Corsica
Wheeler’s Mossm’s from Collagesity are two of the many objects that made a successful transition over to 7 Stones on the Nautilus continent. And they’ve grown even more in the meantime(!). Not sure if they can actually breed with each other, but we’ll see. Probably not I’m guessing. They’re freebies after all, that I just stumbled across one night by “accident”. One of those many, many accidents that are adding up to no Big Accident atall. Instead: Big Purpose.
Where else tonight, my friends Kasey and Kasper?
I’m not sure I can dispose of them that easily now. Becoming attached…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0611, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus
Sunklands 