“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.
Sunklands 