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Heartsdale 03

She woke up in the middle of the night with a realization. The maid was still trying to move the dead body out of the room to no avail. Perhaps she was attempting to be too quiet about it. I know who the motel receptionist is, Yoko Ona thought while staring up at the ceiling long crack in the ceiling: Cindy A.! This is where I met her and also started interacting with the others of the traitorous A.Team. Todd I believe. And Jim! Who could forget Jim and his maths. Figures began forming in her mind with this. All the numbers again (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0). She decided she needed a middle of the night martini for further pondering. And so as not to disturb the maid and her duties, she tip toed out of the room, silently shutting the door behind her in search of a bar.

To move beyond 02 and especially 03, she knew she’d have to get by the security guard known locally as Big Black Smoke — learned that from the maid. She, in a whisper of a voice, had warned her about the corruption existing at the motel after dusting the bathroom for the 3rd time. 3 again. A.Team with three members. She’s getting closer! She runs smack into Big Black Smoke while spacing out about 3. “Morning misses,” he spoke, not fazed in the least. “Out for your morning walks again?” Plural, she realized. He thinks *I* am 3. And he’d been moved in front of motel door 03 with the collision for further emphasis. Heartsdale was certainly trying to talk to the famous widow of a woman! She walks further into the town proper and its beating Null Heart after affirming Big Black Smoke’s guess.

(to be continued)

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missing piece

Gene Kelley, Mr. Fix It of town, waited patiently beside his new work for Marsha “Pink” Krakow to finish her stress relieving ride on the big white bunny in the playground behind the Black Elephant pub.

But then she passed it right by without comment on her way back in. Time for a bit more practice today! She’s calculated that she can be up to 10 minutes late for supper and not get *that* reprimanded. She’s timed it all out. Led Zeppelin’s “When the Levee Breaks” and The Who’s “The Real Me” coming up!

“Afternoon, Gene,” she offered while barely glancing sideways, absorbed in her thoughts of drumming glory.

“Afternoon, er, *Marsha*,” he returned, staring at her as she walked to the side door of the pub and re-entered.

“It’s an *eleph*ant,” he called to her just out of earshot now. “Trunk removal,” he added weakly, summarizing the rather long story about its concept.

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three of ’em

I wondered how long the assimilation would last. “That’s a beautiful tune,” I spoke down to rapidly strumming Tronesisia. “What is it?”

“What do you think?”

I recognized the tune. “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway,” title song for the album. Keyboard to L-harp. Marvelous.

It has begun (the guitar kicked in).

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Rosehavened

Donald Farr so looked forward to visiting Rosehaven again come winter.

The King was dead but the castle remained. Ingo ruled all now. The Prince who was also King. King-Prince. He liked it that way. He didn’t want to identify with the father too much.

The dryad’s pond on the way to the castle.

It could be that he’s never going back this time.

What’s this? Donald Farr doesn’t remember the object, although he explored extensively in the area last winter.

A wee person’s home(!). Wee people in Rosehaven. “Well I never,” Donald Farr had to utter at the door he couldn’t enter. He’d have to be at most two feet tall, he estimated.

Later, in the gazebo across from the ruined village below the castle, he ponders what he saw there. He’s got two cold feet but he isn’t scared.

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separate

“Our time will come, Bombie.”


Lt. Tealy and “Bombie”

“Stop talking to that thing,” demanded similarly teal colored Cpt. Jiff from the ALIVE couch. Welcome back Jiff! “And get out of my sink while you’re at it.”

Both of you just stop yammering on,” commanded Col. Tillie from the bomb shelter’s lone computer terminal. “I’m trying to think of my, I mean, *our* next move.”

But it didn’t take her long to fall asleep again while playing 3 dimensional computer chess, lost in a confusing vortex of time, space and options.

We shall return here. Btw, we’re still in Golden Sink, formerly Golden City. Or so0n-to-be Golden City. Something.

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ruff

“And the little house beyond?”

“Phillips.”

—–

The horse leads, the horse tells.

Doors opening.

A man, a woman (sort of). A shallow grave.

So close.

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Treasure Hill found (!)

“It wasn’t the one with the snowy peak,” continued Wheeler, still at the head of the Table. “It was another — split as well, though. And the 2 involved sims, just like the 2 involved sims below them in a north to south line, indicate what is going on. The Oracle is no longer stuck at (Goddess) Morgaine. We know that this is really Morgan, or that’s another name she goes by.”

“But who is Morgan?”

“Who do you think?”

“Silly question. I suppose.” Baker considered the next step. “We know that the Oracle is attempting to speak to us, me, directly in a more specific way now. We have crossed into another hemisphere, and that is precisely what it’s saying to us. The Omega continent is the Orient, all the other mainland continents to the far west are equivalent to the Occident. The two *needed* to be separate, and that is good and well.”

“Well,” Wheeler interjected.

“Apples over here, oranges over there.”

“Novel 12 — because I’m not going to call it “Collagesity 2018-2019 Winter” or whatever ridiculously convoluted name it actually has. No, this Collagesity Novel *12* is set about everywhere else *except* Mainland. Four “Others”, weaving in and out of each other with Rosehaven the more dominant. What is the tale told? Is it the final one of Our Second Lyfe? No, I’d like to talk about how we, the core avatars, share or parcel out the other avatars — like Mabel and Ruby.”

“Yours,” Baker Bloch indicates.

“Yes. Like Pitch Darkly is *yours*. Anyways, we must get back to the Oracle. You know another trick now. Look at Corsica.”

—–

“Orient and Occident should remain separate.”

“Absolutely,” Wheeler enforced. “That is my decree. For the next 3 years, for the next 30 years.”

“No pictures.”

“No pictures.”

—–

“You know what I mean about…”

“Yes.”

“This is acceptable.”

“Sure. So this is the Oracle, Wheeler.”

“Kind of. 1/2 and 1/2. It’s over there as well.” Wheeler points behind her, at the adjacent parcel with the big cyan bell. Counterpart to the big cyan crystal here, seemingly. Both atop the mountain.

“Split,” further explains Wheeler. “Like much of what makes up Our Second Life. Like you and I in ways. We are not a couple.”

“No,” Baker Bloch reinforced.

“You and Baker Blinker aren’t a couple.”

“Nope.”

“But Baker Blinker and Karoz are — were. Still are. In their make believe land of Chilbo. How are they doing over there? I haven’t heard from Karoz since Collagesity Novel 7.”

“When you were playing the role of Billy Jean Kidd, yes.” Baker pauses.

“We wrestled. We might have even played tennis if it were allowed. The Gods didn’t allow it. Karoz remains with Baker Blinker.”

“That’s good. They are a nice and decent couple.”

“I will never marry.”

Baker Bloch thought about this statement from Wheeler. “What about…”

“No. Let me list down through the months, nay years now: Baker Blinker, Karoz, Dr. Mulholland, John Lockfry, Allen Martin, Philip Strevor, Marion Harding, The Musician, Campbell Opine… Opp… Tropp… I may be missing a few.”

“That is all good and fine, Wheeler. We are not here to judge but to worship.”

“Yes, I *may* as well be married to you, Baker Bloch. A marriage of convenience. That way I get to dig into your vast inventory. All the old Moard Ling buildings you can’t get on the marketplace nor inworld any longer.”

“I can lend you those any time you wish.”

“Yes, but they wouldn’t be mine, to pull out and examine at my discretion. So it’s set. We will get married. For convenience.”

“No, Wheeler. You know I can’t…”

“I know. No ding dong.” Wheeler glanced over at the giant cyan bell. “I will make due with others.”

“No. No way.”

“Then you must choose, Baker Bloch. Are you Baker Bloch or… Pitch Darkly. Married to your Mary?”

“Maybe I *will* become Pitch. Maybe. If it’s either this or that.”

“It could be.”

—–

“I think Tropp might be the one, Wheeler. That’s why Magus Ellen and Sidechick Corea were so interested in guiding his development. He started out as a kid, a toy, and became a man. Beyond even a big boy.”

“Grassy Noll, then, may be the key after all. Put him in the new novel.”

“Already done,” replied Baker, thinking back to post 1.

“No, I mean give him a story. Probably back in Iris wouldn’t you think?”

“Do you wish to go back?”

“Roger,” spoke Wheeler knowingly.

Baker Bloch nodded. It sounded right.

Punishment.

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Bakers’

Head of Crow.

But I’m afraid meditating Freddy (The Freditator) may be facing the wrong direction.

Let’s journey downward into the Heart.

This is far enough for tonight.

—–

Later, meditating Freddy becomes mesmerized by a 12 sided shadow in the ocean on the other side of the sim.

Or is it 13?

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61×49

As soon as he stepped foot upon the crossroad early last year, Buurb knew this was actually Collagesity set in the future.

It was 20 meters down the road where his more psychic wife first realized this, but that turned out to only be a strong reflection. Merely a T-junction.

Because this was the ‘X’ that led home. Mabel would be waiting with a pot of something or ‘nother. Perhaps bean stew tonight. He better make his way through the trash again.

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spots

Meanwhile, the upper 2/3rds of *Story Room*, so to speak — Pretty Man and Earie/Chuck — had decided to splurge on an early Christmas present and vacation in luxurious Comfrey on the Gaeta continent, noted for its staged environments. But those names are misnomers at this point, as Wheeler Wilson had fully changed back into a woman now after leaving the role of Pretty Man behind in Gaston, while The Musician had similarly set aside his desire to play female Chuck Cheese in addition to male Earie. So we’ve got a sort of reset for these two back to VHC City days from earlier in 2017. And I suppose that may mean they’re actually not the top 2/3rds of Story Room any longer either. Shoot.

The vacation literally got off on the wrong foot when Wheeler slipped on an icy spot while stepping out of the unicorn drawn carriage which brought them to their lodgings.

But luckily the fall only hurt her pride. New-ish shoulder pet Sidechick Corea was okay too.


“Pheh.”

—–

Baker Bloch — er, Pitch Darkly also had new digs, albeit of a more modest variety. He stares out from his porch across the water toward Clemscott, owned by the creator of his beloved Mary. He’s also decided to return to a prime state. He will not give up on his dolls.

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