“You’re going to have to give all this up, Newt/Baker. Else–”
“Slavery. I know.”
—–
“The red, yellow, green I can accept,” she said, indicating the colors of her own body across from me. “But the *blue*. Too much!” It was a line drawn. Black and blue I become in the above times. I have to avoid this!
Given all that had been revealed, though, she was acting quite reasonable. A reasonable demand. I’ll have to think it through. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0609, New Island, Omega
“RUST is The Body, the thing being penetrated by a rod. But, more importantly, RUST is *US*. Bottom line: We’re screwed. The country is divided into two parts, progressive and conservative, yang and yin. We can’t keep holding this magical sphere together with just duct tape and safety pins. The guts are going to start spilling out.”
“I’m trying so hard!” says Wheeler, who then gives up the act and moves on to the next collage.
“The Boos are let loose in the ensuing chaos that equals Mars, the God of War, the only thing that can, let’s say, *unite* the two parts at this too-late-of-date. Fear and Panic let’s call them, as they are. The (rusty) Body teeters on the edge of a cliff above US. What happens next?”
“Devouring,” she identifies correctly. “Just like with the hand. Bite the hand that eats you,” she ends cryptically.
Let’s go back to the cafe next. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0608, Bogota, Boos, Cricket, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
“Here. You can go here. RA-CY,” she reads from the sign. “Racy. You are allowed.”
“Thank you chaperone!”
—–
“The legs are too long,” she says, looking over the body stretched out on the couch in the burg office center’s 3rd and final floor, hands behind head. Like Bigfoot. Like her feet, she might opine, if she were actually, truly alive.
“I know. But I tried to change them and it didn’t work.” 10 to 9, I thought to myself but not bringing it up out loud. I was just astonished we had gotten this far. She continued…
“What of this, er, wound to the belly. Explain.”
After a pause: “Just to add to the realism. A different texture… with the masking tape and all.” Later addition, I then thought to myself again.
“Let’s get into the more delicate matters,” she quickly continued, as if wanting to get this over.
“Alright.”
“The pipe.”
It was here I had to bring up the witch.
——
“There’s no one in there,” she attempted to clarify later, trying to stay as level headed as possible. The thing was actually *breathing*, she thought.
“No,” I said.
“Never ever?”
“No,” I said as firmly as before. It starts with her, it ends with her. The Body. Receptacle, yes, but never anyone inside.”
“Not [delete name].”
No again.
“You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
“Just you.”
A pause. “Yes.”
“In everyone involved.”
Another pause. “Right.” Pause. “Everyone.”
“This… witch,” she returned to that subject.
“New Island witch, yes,” I said. “Mid-Hazel,” I named her.
She shook her head. We had had enough for this morning. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0607, New Island
Just as an experiment, I set up a duplicate Frank’s Moving Castle on cheap rental land at New Island.
We’ve already had an interesting visitor.
And I love this blue-green pool stretching out for about 150 meters behind it from the direction of the road it’s on. I’m tempted to call the palm rimmed body of water Little Alamo.
1st things 1st. Carefully *carefully* explore the sim it’s in and then work out from there. Another interesting property for sure here is one called Afterlife, featuring a namesake club 2000 meters in the sky alongside a game arcade and a bar (notice “Night City” on its front).
Andie — the visitor I mentioned before — decided to accompany me on my explorations tonight. Said she has no choice, *I* had no choice. She also called herself “the chaperone” at one point in our conversations. After learning more details about my situation, she suggested that I retain my properties in Nawt Vaya but the castle can roam. Like it was built for, I realized, built into its name; Frank’s *Moving* Castle, after all. This could be the first relocation of several. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0606, C2077, Frank's Moving Castle, New Island, Omega
She peered at me over two empty wine glasses. As if she had something to hide. She indicated “full perm” and loads of prims/li, which meant we could live here for a while if we wished. Nothing upstairs, she also said, indicating something else. Yeah, we could crash here for a while. But did I want this? Of course I want this (!). I want to live period, breath again, walk on Second Lyfe God’s green, beige or whatever earth terrain. But she said if we did this there would be a price to pay. Snakeworthy Price, I guessed, as in owner of The Shooter. And what was being shot? Bigfoot.
We moved to a nearby structure. “We could live here for a while,” she said while reading the clear as a bell text from her latest book. Suddenly I wasn’t so sure. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, New Island, Omega, 0603, Google Street View, 0050, Critterville
“Shelley over there in the chair looks like she’s in trouble, hubby of mine. I remember when I was like that, and Shelley was in the belly. Belly Shelley I use to call her after the naming, patting the big round 12 lb. mound on my stomach. With a bit more to come even before The End. Which of course was also The Beginning. Do you remember? Were you even there?”
From beyond the screen, I log Baker/Newt in and manage to fit him into the picture and sit across from her. I take a snapshot of the 3, mother, father, daughter. “I’m *trying*,” I kind of defend myself through him.
“Try harder. For me. For poor bloated little Shelley over there. Who’s in the stomach this time? Is it Liz? It’s suppose to be Liz; where are we on that? Where *is* (father) Arthur?”
“Ocean–” But Wheeler cut me off here. No need to go the the ends of the world for an answer. Simply ocean will do. Any ocean. All Oceans. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0602, New Island, Oceania, Omega
You have done good, wife of mine (!). Now you are ready to begin 11. Just at your feet there. Go on…
… go on… It won’t hurt you.
“Won’t it?”
“No.” With The Straight recently disconnected from Utah through the filling in of the se corner of Our Second Lyfe’s Omega continent, I knew she had (probably) found her safety zone and was ready — okay — to proceed. I raise the terrain from my side to meet her, to show her I’m totally serial about this situation now.
I reset the whole thing by entering the door directly beneath the big Martian boo high — but not too high — in the New Island sky. Nawt Vaya Free State’s Boos here we come!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0601, Boos, Heterocera, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega, Rubi, The Straight, Utah
Before hopping into the shower, Shelley/Wheeler decides to assume that pose again she saw Bigfoot take in Concrete WA and stare at the results in the mirror before her. *Am* I Bigfoot? she couldn’t help think with her library eyes in place, no need for aiding glasses any more, a block to deeper knowledge. All Knowledge. Especially given that she could animated herself this way in the first place. Library… might as well call it “built in”. Thanks to a witch. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0513, Google Street View, New Island, Omega, Washington
—–
“Well… there they are. Martian boos in equal parts black and white, amassing above poor little Tungaske from the east, buildings seemingly numbered for conquest purposes. City limits threatened to become cemetery limits; no one left to live here.
“Only the west can save them, switching dawn to dusk. Bigfoot.”
And so it went down in the small Canadian hamlet. Artists, thank gods for artists.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0509, Boos, Canada, Canada/Tungaska, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
“Dangit! A gallery this time??”
Second Lyfe terrain over there in the corner, he spotted. Second Lyfe terrain highlighted in the picture above it, he also noticed (“12 Pound Mouse Mound”). He was quick like that. Terrain attracts terrain? he thought crazily. But turns out he wasn’t that far off. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0507, Boos, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
Sunklands 