“She’s *good*, Katy,” states Keith B., listening in on “The Real Me.”
“Call me *Kate*,” Kate McCoy hawed back.
“Alright, Kate. But she’s not as good as my little girl.”
“Oh, just *shut* UP about your little girl. What about ME?”
Category Archives: 0104
Moor(k)
“A different castle, Hucka Doobie. But still in Splinterwood. You can tell by the position of the divide between that sim and Hilling. We have landed; we are grounded.”
“Say (that picture) was about 6 years ago, huh,” the wise bee-being replied to my Corsica peak ramblings tonight. “And what of the others? You better check.”
“Well: Yuiselle,” I replied. “That hasn’t changed since all that land is protected. It’s not far from Splinterwood as well. Just a couple sims to the southwest.”
“Southwest again,” spoke Hucka Doobie. “And the third and last for tonight?”
“4 sims directly west of Southwest…”
“… Castle,” Hucka ended.
Peak of Moork; Yuiselle summits in the background.
Moork (left) and The Yuiselles (right).
Band playing beneath The Yuiselles. “Lamb” again?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0018, 0104, Corsica, Splinterwood^
castle
“She’s always hanging around, Parasol. It gets annoying.”
“She has just as much right to hang around here as you — us.” Parasol points to Ingo across from her and then herself and then back and back again to reinforce. “You better put your sphere back on. You’re getting weak already.”
“Alright.” He does as Parasol told him. The witch hovering outside the window suddenly flitters off, soon landing on a summit just below. As if the sphere drove her away. And perhaps it did.
She’s at the fire tree now,” spoke Parasol, standing up to get a better view.
“She’s always at the fire tree,” returned Ingo, back in form. “She’s up to something. Norris say…”
“Norris?” queries Parasol (not back in form).
—–
After Parasol left, Ingo decides to teleport down to the tree for further investigation. But no sign of the cat-witch. It *could* have something to do with Purple Wolverine, thinks Ingo, looking further down toward the roughly circular island below and its lone residence. It’s time for a visit anyway. See what he’s been up to. Make sure he’s in line with the code still. What a mischief maker!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0017, 0104, Rose Heaven^^
10th (Danny’s Abode)
Game over, already? Aww. And I was just starting to enjoy myself.
—–
I’ve got to get on it and start to clean up this place, thought handyman Danny Pajamy after the fact, Mr. Clean outside his humble abode but totally slack within. Bob Dobbs would be proud.
Keys jingle somewhere — perhaps on the video he left, um, running? Then they jingle *again*. Someone… someone at the door! he thinks in a panic, remembering what just happened.
Yeah, cleaning. That’s what he’s doing. Cleaning.
“Hellooo? Anybody home?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0104, Bellisaria, Humansville
lost eden
They became the Adam and Eve of Golden Sink. Green Acers. Oliver. Blue Feather Douglas; Grey Scale Kimball. It was all in one.
Many theorems have been written trying to explain who they are. Why sometimes with dogs, why sometimes accompanied by cats…
… and then, at other times: alone? Separate even, perhaps, but maybe not as well. Probably not.
They shortly figured out that this was some kind of original home, since deleted. Perhaps a precursor to the House of Truth or running parallel to it.
An Ur Residence.
“It’s important to know where you are and where you are going and/or have been,” Tillie stated to the others after a preliminary study had been completed.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0015, 0104, Golden Sink^, Maebaleia/Satori
Blue Feather
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0104, Blue Feather Sea^, Maebaleia/Satori
The Bald Seal
Without hat, Baker Bloch stood upon the sim line dividing Treasure Hill neatly in 2.
He thinks there may be 2 Treasure Hills which are actually one, but he needs to get Roger Pine Ridge over to Grassy Noll’s place asap to start the process of finding out…
END OF PART 1 OF 16 OF “BAKER’S DOZEN: AN ANALYSIS OF THE COLLAGESITY NOVELS”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0104, Mountain Lake^
Work
Duncan finds himself naked and aware in a sim of his own name. 128, 128 of course.
He stands before the Pearly Gate.
Peter thumbs through the great book. “Let’s see. Oh yes. ‘Avocado, Duncan William.’ You may pass through. Job well done.”
—–
Reward (just the beginning).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0104, Fruity Islands^^
green monster
It’s going to take a lot to convince these good, conservative people of Utah to merge further, Ruby thinks from her rocking chair beside the freshly dug grave. Rhode is cool with it, though, and that’s a foothold. Rhode, Rhoad, Road.
no dice
They were about to enter Gringotts, the famed goblin bank at the opposite end of Diagonal Alley where Harry Potter briefly kept the Philosopher’s Stone (among other adventures), when loitering Business Man, wannabe Wizard of Wall Street, indicated back in the direction they had come, and that they’d missed something.
“Oh no, daddy. You don’t think she’s strayed into Horizontal Lane by chance?”
Business Man taps his index finger several times against the tip of his nose.
“Oh *no* daddy.”
“Hi Mistress Martha! Master Jim!”
Okay, just *be* that way.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0010, 0104, Asha^, Corsica, Wallytown/Fishers Island^
Sunklands 