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bird

“Glue, huh Wheeler?”

“I think I’m looking right at it.”

—–

“What now?”

“We take away their toys. We give them furniture. They’re grown up now. Here, I’ll show you.”

—–

“Where’d you go?”

“I had the wrong group tag activated. Had to log out and back in to get the furniture back, pheh. So hold on *now*.”

—–

“Well look at that, Wheeler. Took right to them (!).

Marvelous creations. But…”

“I know, I know. The last collage points right to this moment. Where one must put away their toys and become a man — or woman. Loss of innocence.”

“But is that a *good* thing?”

—–

“We must admit the existence of Mossmen at the least,” spoke wise Hucka Doobie at the Blue Feather Table. “But I’m with Wheeler about Gene Fade. Fade may be just representative of the Mossmen as a whole.”

“But there’s Grassy Noll’s memories,” countered Baker Bloch.

“Ahh. We must question that as well.”

Baker emits air. “Bring him in, then.”

—–

“First off, Grassy, we had some issues with your core avatar. Are you petersoso or edwardston? The latter would be more logical. Than just, er, sponging off Roger Pine Ridge(‘s core).”

“I’ll work on it. Sorry about that.”

“That’s okay.” Baker Bloch looked over at Wheeler, at Hucka Doobie. “Well?”

—–

“And that’s how we learned the truth, Baker Blinker. That Grassy is a direct conduit between Our Second Life and the Toy Kingdom. Which we kind of knew all along I suppose. Two in one.”

“Why are you telling me this? You know it can’t bring me back.”

“I just don’t want to loose touch with you. And I thought you needed to know. Another two in one.”

The female Baker wipes crumbs from her jeans. “Karoz and I plan to remain in Chilbo, despite the loss of the Oracle. We will fade into the distance.”

“I hate that that will happen.”

“How’s your job going?”

“Well.”

Baker Blinker looks down. “I prefer Collagesity eggs to the Bennington experiments.”

“Suit yourself. Each are good to me in their own way. Finish your breakfast and then we’ll go take a look at Artist Alley. I want your opinion on some things.”

—–

“Fal Mouth Moon. Black — Pitch, on one corner, and White — Woody, on another. This must be the same as the Jeogerock, which is the same as Grey Rock. Grey Rock and topping Seal Stone in one. All of this is about the toys, really, and Frank and Herman Parks. How the Mossmen and Mmmmmm’s interact. How the marbles figure into all this. It’s all heading back to reality. From fantasy.”

“Pick me up with your strong, muscular arms, Baker Bloch,” Baker Blinker then requested. “You’ll see how much this is reality.”

“That was harder easier than I thought it would be. Remarkably light.”

“Two stone,” Baker Blinker projected, then lept down.

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trapped

She was really planning to stay here long term, he pondered from his plywood cube. Brought all of her exercise equipment over here, her personal gym. Not to be confused with her personal Jim, hehe. But he must remain serious. He’ll ask her as politely as possible to remove it all tomorrow. Or sometime this week. Sometime this month at the very least. Because (as we’ve pointed out) he’s stuck. Stuck in Time. Stuck in Money. Stuck in Brain Damage really, given that he is 2 Rogers in one. Roger Pine Ridge both (as also pointed out before [but much further back]).

What to do with the basement space, though? The upper part: living quarters. But here he could make… a studio again? Make music once more. Just start beating on stuff.

And there’s good and kind neighbor Grassy to consider. His landlord in effect. No, not his landlord… let’s just have them visit each other for a spell…

—–

“Dum de *dum* de dum.”

—–

“The late breakfast was, er, *special*, Grassy Noll. Just like you.”

“Thank you.” Was there sarcasm involved with his speech patterns? the Mmmmmm thought, then waved it off. Of course not. This is Roger Pine Ridge. Destined to be his best neighbor ever. Much more so than the Petersons, who left in the middle of the night to live in Alcatraz. And the Archibalds left much to be desired as well. He was a bit actor and she studied acting a bit. Go figure.

“I hear you are a famous thespian in your small area of the universe,” offered Roger, trying to ignore the fullness of his stomach and the needlessness for it.

“I am!” Grassy automatically started listing off the productions he starred in. “‘Salad Bar Jack in the River of Tile’ — I’m sure you’ve heard of that.”

“No.”

“Then ‘Salad Bar Jack of All Trades’, ‘Salad Bar Jack be Nimble’…”

“I’m going to stop you there, Grassy. Grassy Noll. My most excellent neighbor.” He peers at his watch, not trying to hide it.

“Time,” Grassy spoke solemnly. “I understand.”

“And Money,” Roger quickly followed.

“Followed by…”

“We don’t speak of that.”

“Oh… right.”

Roger Pine Ridge suddenly wondered what the inside of his brain looked like, and if flowers could be successfully cultivated there given the right fertilizer.

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time returns

“Damn!”

Stuck again.

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7:06

“Interesting, Wheeler. Roger summoned a demon while he was here and he she can’t be erased now.”

“Yes.” Wheeler’s attention was instead focused on studying the so-called Dali butterfly ship, which, true to Roger Pine Ridge’s insistence, *wasn’t* a Dali, even though various versions of it show up in a google image search for “Dali + painting”. How did such a hoax become perpetuated? she pondered from her chair in front of the interwebs feed of the apartment.

And why was such a ship recently found by Baker Bloch in Blue Junkyards? From *Rosehaven* of all places.

Baker continued to stare at the demon, rainbow colored like the butterflies making up the sails of the ship. Was he becoming hypnotized?

Then suddenly he realized where it came from, snapping him out of his trance.

It had more to do with Roger’s hit single “Time” than anything else. Its *time* to be precise.

In erasing the demon, Baker saw there were no hands on the apartment’s clock. No time to tell.

Baker turned. “Who will live here now, Wheeler?”

Wheeler understood it could be herself. Roger might have taken her place in Collagesity. Just like that; snap of the fingers. She addresses this possibility to Baker. Both of ’em.

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art

“Hmm. I should catch up with the deported Roger Pine Ridge over in Iris tonight.”

—–

“It’s bigger than your apartment in Collagesity, Roger,” Mmmmmm Grassy Noll attempted to pursuade. “Better views probably. You can see all the way to the Moth Temple if you squint.”

“I don’t want to squint,” replied Roger Pine Ridge levelly. “I want my eyes wide open all the time.” He looked at the surrealist painting that came with the apartment; indicated it to Grassy. “And what’s *this* suppose to be?”

“It’s a Dali.”

“That’s not a Dali,” Roger Pine Ridge quickly corrected. “I know Dali. This isn’t one of his.”

“Sure it is,” countered Grassy. “Here, let me just click through the paintings. It’s a set of 4. 4 Dali’s. Surely you recognize the famous melted watches painting.”

“Yeah, that’s one of his. The butterfly ship is not,” insisted Roger Pine Ridge. “Wanna make a bet?”

“I tell you what. If that ain’t a Dali then I’ll talk Baker Bloch into sending you back to Collagesity and ending your sentence here in your ‘swamp village’ once and for all.”

—–

2 days later:

“Ahhh. Good to be home.”

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Gassy, er, Grassy’s Place

“Well, Grassy. I’m here. What next?”

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boss visit

“At least he seems to have gotten rid of some of the bugs,” spoke Fairy Ruby, anxious to get this over. Those red curtains…

“Is there any other way?” Axis looked at his nails, also nervous.

“No. It has to go through him. Prearranged condition.”

—–

“Marriage!?” Cigar smoking Philip Strevor was incredulous.

“It’s just a seasonal thing. It’s either get married or be buried.” Fairy Ruby leaned foward. “Please, Philip. You’ll be rewarded later on. I promise you. Anything you like. Just don’t let me be… killed again.”

She leans back and thinks of the consequences just exposed.

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