Category Archives: Rubi

(joined in progress)

“… much more to see and do in Collagesity than meets the eye. You aren’t finished here.”

Baker Bloch:

Thanks for that, Carrcassonnee.

Carr.:

You’re welcome. Now. Let’s talk about Bigfoot.

[delete 19 exchanges]

Baker Bloch:

I wondered how the yellow chair got to be there. The old traverse.

Carr. (correcting):

Ford. (pause)

Baker Bloch:

Getting back to Collagesity, we haven’t really resolved the problem of going forward. I don’t know if I can delete the town after over 2 years in.

Carr.:

*Almost* 2 years. We started in July 2014. July 1. Independence Day. Bad film, by the way. Aliens are our friends!

Baker Bloch:

It’s nice to chat with you again, Carrcassonnee. Sorry I haven’t gotten you out into your beloved woods very much.

Carr.:

[It’s] okay. The town’s future is [more important now].

BBloch (looking up the ladder again):

So that’s a secret portal, eh?

Carr.:

We have to find out.

—–

Upon checking the Second Life map as he walked out of Carrcassonnee’s gazebo, Baker saw activity in the northwest corner of the Rubi Woods. Avatars.

I think someone is about to be sectioned!

But during the time I write these words, the incident is apparently over. No sign of the avatars when Baker Bloch teleports over there, although I swear I saw 2 people scurrying across the road just before, using distant vision. Didn’t have time for a snapshot. Is it more Rubi Woods ghosts??

“Oh Chester, you’re still here.”

“Yeah, cool-i-o man. You here to talk to the man? The man *wo*-man. Have a seat, have a seat.”

“Thanks. How’re you doing today? Weather here is perfect, as usual.”

“Oh it’s hot. Unbearably. Tiger weather,” slithers Chester. “Watch your back dude-i-o. Unusual weather indeed.”

“I better sit over in this other chair, Chester, so Carrcassonnee can see me better.” Baker Bloch sits down. Carrcassonnee stares back at him but doesn’t respond.

“Is Carrcassonnee “on”?”, Baker asks Chester after a moment.

“Oh it’s hot.” Chester replies cryptically.

“Yeah, not so much here. Real life it’s pretty hot. Up there. In, er, heaven.”

“Heaven-*ly*. But moreso… hell. Hellish hell.”

“Is this a statement about…?”

“Yes,” Chester interjects. You must feel sorry instead of mad. Mad weather up there. Us cool-i-o dudes down here are lucky. Luck-*y*.”

Carr.:

Baker Blinker has travelled far since February, don’t you think. She got that alien purse from the distant planet Birmingham, also known as Muff. Rule 110 is involved, which is also Q109. I was in the middle, which was unfortunately in the way.

Karoz (tiring of the 12 Oz Mouse references?):

I’ll need lots of spiritual advise, Carrcassonnee. If you are the true center again.

Carr.:

I am. I always have been. Always will be. And *carrcasses* are not dead. 13th is in store. That’s me again.

Karoz:

Obviously I don’t wish to take *over* the town from Baker Bloch or The Bakers.

Carr.:

No. You must work as an illusionary triangle. Checks and balances. No one specific ruler, yes. Except me.

Karoz:

I just know that TILE revolves around the 3d Big E.

Carr.:

That is correct. (pause) Me.

Karoz:

Baker…

Carr.:

Blinks has come full circle. Since February and the middle of the Collagesity Winter document, a series of stepping stones have formed, leading her away from her former self. Yet her former self still exists for all else in the town. To them the circle, this circle of stepping stones leading all the way to Birmingham (and beyond), never occurred. And it must remain this way. The Circle must remain Invisible. Known only to you, obviously. And me. And the other Baker. But we will not call Baker Bloch Other Baker. Because it’s a triangle now. Baker Blinker doesn’t have to go back into mothballs now. She is saved. She will be around until the end of Second Lyfe and Collagesity along with it. This is more of its art and magic. In February, you could not have guessed.

Karoz:

No. She is moving far beyond me in that way. So much so we are in danger of losing any connection. Thus I laid down the law. TILE must be the ruler.

Carr.:

Me. But we all work together. Obvously good you recognized this. And the magic of the Invisible Circle, as we’ll call it. Baker Blinker appears to not have changed. But she is an octave higher now, although to others — the 2d people especially — she appears the same *note*.

Karoz:

It’s scary. It’s as if she is entering Real Life.

Carr.:

No. That is not possible.

Karoz:

Sure seems like it. She is emerging reborn from the water.

Carr.:

No. That’s Illusion Roostre in action.

Karoz:

But it *is* happening.

Carr.:

No. No?

—–

Carr.:

The thing is, Baker Blinker knows it’s not her fault. And with that knowledge she can complete the illusionary circle and make the octave the unison. She can unite the two parts — be comfortable in both skins at once. Trying to think of a comparison…

Karoz:

Like the two Dariens of “Bewitched”, played by different actors but the same person. It’s like the two Beckys…

Carr.:

Something like that, yeah. And of course she’s changed since her Azure Island days. She’s already been through one octave in a way. Now another.

—–

Carr.:

And you *too* have been saved, Karoz. TILE saves. You *will* change. Subtly. Even Baker Bloch if he wishes. But I don’t think he wishes.

Karoz:

No Need.

Carr.:

None atall.

—–

“We have some work ahead of us, Hucka Doobie.”

Carr.:

Baker Blinker thinks she is not good enough to break the spell.

BBloch:

My user tells her that’s not so. It’s the animator’s fault for that particular product. We will go back to the drawing board. And admittedly retool.

Carr.:

Retool, yes. Good that Karoz has imposed religious vigor on his community.

BBloch:

I guess so. We had to do something.

Carr.:

You know now you weren’t quite abiding by the laws of TILE, Baker Bloch. I’m speaking to baker b. through you. TILE possesses the true energy. To move past Illusion Roostre, we must turn to it. Karoz is correct. It’s not Baker Blinker’s fault. She has defeated Me in a different sense. She *had* to come along at this time period. Now it’s your responsibility to abide by TILE. *I* am the center of TILE, yes.

BBloch:

Big E, yes. Big Blue E.

Carr.:

Little e (in I) turns to big E. That’s what it is built around.

BBloch:

Yes.

Carr.:

You have done good [so far]. You have created an Illusion Triangle. Give and take, but no real center at this time.

BBloch:

That would be TILE.

Carr.:

Special.

(joined in progress)

BBlinker:

I’ve failed. I’m not good enough. Illusion Roostre, I suppose.

Carr.:

No, it’s not your fault, Baker Blinker. But we must admit partial defeat at this time. You cannot revive. By yourself. But that’s good. Good that Karoz imposed his religious authority on the town. Everyone must now abide by the TILE religion/philosophy/game. Everyone must keep the Big E in mind. The big blue E.

BBlinker:

But that’s you.

Carr.:

No baker, you can come see me any time. That’s why I was elected. I’m available. My hours are 8-11 and 2-3 on Monday, 8-10 and 2-2:30 on Tuesday, 8-9 and 2-2:15 on Wednesday, and then on Thursday and Friday I’m available through telegraph. Then the weekends I’m off, of course. What times are it now?

bb:

It’s Tuesday, er, Wednesday at 4:06 in the morning.

Carr.:

I guess I’m always here, then. When do I get to move around again? I enjoyed being in the forest, except for the frozen-in-place part. But then I had a lovely camping trip with the boys. What were their names (taps hand on chin?). Spunky and Weatherspoon?

bb:

It was Dr. Blood and Homer Simpson.

Carr.:

Oh yes, of course. My two dear friends. Sucked up into oblivion. Have you fixed that hole yet?

bb:

I think so. Where are we?

Carr.:

White all around. That White Palace you speak of so much. (calling:) Hucka D.?

bb:

I don’t think he wants to be a part of this much any longer. *You’re* the town deity, he told me just last night. It’s her job to advise, he said.

Carr.:

Advise I can with the best of them. But don’t you have to split in two for me to talk to you? This is new.

bb:

Do you want me to become one or the other?

Carr.:

Bloch, please.

Carr.:

Let’s walk around town instead of just sitting here. No need to take me apart. Just wear me and we’ll walk around together.

BBloch:

Okay. Whatever.

—–

BBloch:

Where are we heading? I’m just walking in a random direction.

Carr.:

Let’s go to the woods. It’s good to get out. Thank you.

BBloch:

You’re like a balloon. (both laugh)

Carr.:

Hi Jim. Just talking a little walk.

Jim:

You may pass.

BBloch (after they’re out of earshot of Jim):

You know, I didn’t know he could talk.

Carr.:

Guardian of the Woods he is. Speaker for the dead. Slayer of Tin Dragon Babies. Marcher for the poor and ugly. Instigator for… here we are.

BBloch:

Meditation Knoll?

Carr.:

The K is silent. But: yes.

BBloch:

Here Carrcassonnee, let me reajust you so we’re looking at each other again.

—–

BBloch:

That took more work than I expected. Are you still on the clock?

Carr. (breathing in?):

Ah, the woods. I can see! No, we will come here often from now on. Save the attachement. Sit on the knoll. It should be okay. No need to spin me around much again. Dizzy.

BBloch:

Sorry about that.

Carr.:

So… what’s on your mind tonight?

BBloch:

I came here at your request.

Carr.:

No. No?

BBloch:

I guess just Collagesity in general. The parallel or interface between me and Blinks. Karoz. Hucka Doobie, even. The original family members. It’s been a long time together. What next?

Carr.:

What now is a more interesting subject. Have you seen the purse?

BBloch:

Um no. I don’t want to see it.

Carr.:

Purchased on a distant planet. Alien technology. A bargain for the price. Everything is becoming more real. But am *I* still real? I’m the only other girl here, presently.

BBloch:

I have had theories about you. You are from the future. You are [delete name].

Carr. (pondering):

Yes. Yes I am. I am many things but I am also that. Well… what am I suppose to say about what’s going on in Collagesity these days?

BBloch:

Speaking as [delete name]?

Carr.:

Yes.

BBloch:

I would tell you that Blinks is nothing like you. She’s designed for Second Lyfe and works inside of Second Lyfe but not outside. She’s Karoz’s spouse now, I suppose. I have nothing to do with her except be her brother and her friend.

Carr.:

It’s interesting that you cannot speak like you’re also her now. Here. In these woods. In Collagesity. You are split.

BBloch:

Yes.

Carr.:

But you’re her. (changing subjects) Oh, where’s *Unch*? Isn’t it nighttime?

BBloch:

Not here. Not in Second Life. Just in my real life. As I type these words. I have a black square of a window to my left. A primarily black cat to my back.

Carr.:

Cool. I wish I had that. But I am happy with my role here, my *job*. I am well compensated. Let’s say The Tables were turned. I was you and you was me. Can you do that?

BBloch:

Sure. (thinking) Well, I’d just say, keep it within that realm and don’t let it come into Real Life.

Carr.:

Which is impossible.

BBloch:

Which is impossible.

Carr.:

There will be a midnight hour for the Adam and Eve then turned Romeo and Juliet. Poison will be applied, like mice tails. Like relish. The woods remain squeaky clean.

It will be 5 to 6 years, however. Then you will have another decision to make. This is the 5-6 years decision dealie. Blinks is keeping you safe in your realm. This is what she was designed for all along. Fate. You just couldn’t see it because it was too weird. Weird!

BBloch:

Yes. It is definitely that.

Carr.:

So: Queen. But you have to have a King for all to revolve around as well, like chess. A Queen with all moves in unlimited space and a King with all moves in 1 space.

BBloch:

Karoz.

Carr.:

No need for him to change. He is the center, however.

BBloch:

Is he [delete name]?

Carr.:

You’re worried about the curse. The Purse Curse, as it is called[ sometimes].

BBloch:

A bit. A tiny bit. Not really.

Carr.:

Karoz is many people, just like me. He can have multiple users.

BBloch:

I’m not sure he totally likes me any longer.

Carr.:

You and he have different ideas about what Blinks should be doing. Somewhat different. A bit, again.

BBloch:

She needs a role.

Carr.:

She needs a role.

The fire goes out, leaving only a lemony green leaf.

—-

“Halt!” Jim said as I tried to reenter town from the woods after detaching Carrcassonnee.