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“12:37, dear. Time to go.”

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The Arkansas meeting, the restored Wheeler thinks just down from the Table Room with her one blue eye and one brown eye. It’s finally here. She wanted to cuss “Bellisaria” but held her tongue.

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“Wheeler,” The Man About Time explained….

… then shifted to the next “wheel” sim of Our Second Lyfe, the second of three.

“Wheelhouse,” he then pronounced. “Complete opposite side of continent, northern edge instead of what’s now the southern edge, at least currently. We must act fast!”

“Or else… what?” Baker Bloch queried. “The wheel is, er, *broken*?” No one had said hello to Wheeler. She’d arrived late and missed the similarly paired displays of sims Humansville and Edgar (on opposite sides of a Bellisarian “island”, with Edgar denoting Uncle Joe as TMAT explained), Decker and Deckard (only 2 “deck” sims currently in Our Second Lyfe, directly n. and s. of each other and with Decker next to Wheeler), and Squished Starfish and Squishy Squid (2 of 4 “squish” sims, and again directly n. and s. of each other, with the latter positioned just beneath Humansville this time; more reinforcement).

Baker Bloch unglued his monochromatic eyes from the picture and turned to the newcomer of the group. “Wheeler, you getting all this? Wheel… Wheeler. That means you are involved. *Directly*.”

“Yes,” The Man About Time sitting opposite him quickly followed.

“We have enough evidence already to determine that,” Baker added.

Wheeler decided to insert a joke here. “Game, erm, *over* then?”

Our Second Lyfe winked out.

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lime lemon (orange) apple

It’s the first artwork he encountered when entering House Greenup. Lemons and limes again, staring him right in the face. And eyes… The Man About Time is reminded that a sim called Residentia exists beside the Humansville one he just examined today. Our Second Lyfe, which now includes the newest continent of Bellisaria with its Humansville, Residentia, and many more sims, is inhabited by Residents according to Linden definitions. *The* Residents are an experimental rock group who disguise their identity through giant eyeball masks. One wonders if Philip Rosedale, creator of Our Second Lyfe, had them in mind when applying this specific name to the inhabitants of his realm. After all, both hail from the streets of San Francisco. But I digress…

7 Stones townspeople have a decision to make soon. Whether to keep the separated groundside galleries of House Greenup, SoSo, and Gallery Jack holding the entire “Art 10×10” of 100 collages baker b. produced between 2004 and 2009, or whether to combine the 3 galleries into a skybox (literally in this case: a box in the sky) traditionally called the Edwardston Station Gallery, dating back to 2009 and the end of the series. The Man About Time has an important vote in the matter. He doesn’t take citizenship — *residency* — in the virtual village lightly. It’s an honor to be here, he says to town owners Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker the next Wednesday after the third Monday of the month, when he paid his first rent for a Kidd Tower apartment. Almost at the very top: how lucky was he? Only [delete name] lives above him and [delete name] is rarely at home. But, then again, the Man About Time is out and about a lot as well. Best to cast his vote today, before something else comes up in Bellisaria, etc., that demands his immediate attention, past present or future. Thus the visit to House Greenup today, and, afterwards, Gallery Jack, SoSo, and then up in the sky to see the whole displayed in ESG.

But in staring around at the other collages hanging in the lower floor of House Greenup after ungluing his eyes from the first (which is actually the last: Greenup 20 instead of Greenup 01, although they make an animation with each other and The Man About Time is not the first visitor to make this last-for-first mistake), he’s already made up his mind basically. This house should stay, which means, domino effect, that SoSo must stay which means that Gallery Jack must stay.

“Ahh. ‘Floydada’,” coos The Man About Time after walking around the stairs. “What I’ve been looking for.”

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10th (Danny’s Abode)

Game over, already? Aww. And I was just starting to enjoy myself.

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I’ve got to get on it and start to clean up this place, thought handyman Danny Pajamy after the fact, Mr. Clean outside his humble abode but totally slack within. Bob Dobbs would be proud.

Keys jingle somewhere — perhaps on the video he left, um, running? Then they jingle *again*. Someone… someone at the door! he thinks in a panic, remembering what just happened.

Yeah, cleaning. That’s what he’s doing. Cleaning.

“Hellooo? Anybody home?”

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to prove you’re human

The continent is a wheel, The Man About Time thinks on the upstairs balcony of the 9th house he tried. Success finally? But 12:37: *time* for dinner.

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So I’ve marked that place with the filling recipe. You *still* want the apple pie, don’t you dear? ‘Cause I’m going to a lot of trouble with this.” She calls over while still washing her hands. “Dear? (pause) *Dear??*”

“Oh, sorry.” He looks down at the place setting and the contents. Apparently I’ll just do with the one apple right now, he thinks to himself, but says: “Sure. Er, since you’ve gone to all the trouble to find the recipe and all.” He again stares over at the lemon and lime on the far table.

The lemon and lime stared back at him.

“Um, *dear*?”

“Yes, husband of mine?” She was washing the last fingers.

“Do we still have that copy of ‘Floydada’ laying around somewhere?”

“Floy-*whata*?” She finally turns. It was then that Newtonia Kashkow realized the man sitting at the table with all the apples wasn’t her husband atall.

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“And *stay* out!” SLAM.

Oh well. On to the 10th!

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Jim K.

“Aww *man*. And I was just getting use to the cackling…”

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“Humansville,” Baker Bloch spoke to the freshly landed Hucka Doobie beside him. “Must mean *something*.”

“Yeah,” said the bee person, staring around. “Should I take a seat? Will this take *long*?”

“No. Shouldn’t,” a mildly disappointed Baker Bloch responded, hoping to encounter more enthusiasm from his best and oldest friend. Besides Baker Blinker of course, who really doesn’t count.

“I’ll take one anyway,” Hucka Doobie stated, knowing Baker Bloch like she did. This might take a short time, but probably not short enough. Best to take it all in while reclining. “I wonder if there’s any objects offering drinks around here?” she then queries after sitting.

“Um. Unsure.”

They both scan the area now, with nothing that looks like a drink machine or dispenser around. “So… this is the new continent,” Hucka speaks after the pause, licking her lips at the same time. So dry.

“Yeah. Bellisaria.”

“Queer name. I wonder how they came up with it?”

“And sims like *Humansville*. On the opposite side of Polk County from Gold… *Tin*.”

“Tin Town, yeah. I see. Like the first post of… is this the new novel?”

“Suppose it has to be, Hucka D. *We’re* here. Talking.”

“Doesn’t have to be. We could just be chatting off the record, as it were. How do you determine what is a legitimate post and what is not? A metaphysical question, I know, but, after all, I’m the spiritual guru for the blog. I’ve been around a long time. Over a decade.”

“I know you have, Hucka Doobie. And I thank you for your service to the blog. It has been *invaluable*.”

“Thank you. Good to be appreciated.” She licks her lips again. “But I don’t think there’s anything *per se* in this Humansville. No Uncle Joe (laugh), no Aunt Zoe (chuckle).”

“When did you start laughing parenthetically, Hucka?”

A sound happened behind them. Keys jiggling. Someone was trying to open a door. “Who’s that?” she asks before turning.

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