Mary sometimes couldn’t sleep at night. “Do you really have to wear that hat to bed, Pitch,” she might declare, waking up her vampire spouse. “It sometimes flaps over into my face.” “Yes,” Pitch would always reply. “I’m Russian through and through now, even while sleeping.” “And I thought vampires sleep during the *day*,” Mary added one time, receiving an answer so convoluted she never brought the subject up again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0009, 0107, Rubi
Bill (Wheeler) came back to Collagesity to retrieve some tweezers and got chills while standing in front of the town library and staring at this view down Old Cannon Road toward the Rubi Woods.
Time to head home again, Buurb thinks.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0107, Heartsdale+, Heterocera, Rubi
“See Musician? I told you I’d send for you.
Just had to find the right pose.”
“Let’s find another one,” he demanded.
—–
“Not as good, Wheeler Wilson.”
“Shmursguug.”
—–
“I don’t understand what we’re doing here, Wheeler.”
“Shut up and get off my back you heavy lug.”
—–
“Another one with the back, Musician.”
“I think you’re suppose to be the man here, Wheeler.”
“Typical. And you’re getting your pink punk hair in my eye again.”
“A couple more still,” he requests.
—–
“It’s the owl’s head ring, Musician, hehe. Go ahead. You know you wanna.”
“Oh Jesus me,” he croons playfully while still clasping hand to mouth.
—–
“Psst. Don’t look now, Musician,” Wheeler whispered. “But that little red man is back again, ha.”
—–
“I’m pregnant, Wheeler Wilson. And this man who’s been following us around is our future son Sammy.”
“Makes sense.”
But then Jimmy breaks the spell. “Hi. I was wondering if you knew where the bathrooms are around here.”
—–
“I kind of miss Jimmy since he left, Wheeler.”
“Me too.”
“Let’s go find him and invite him to lunch with us.”
“Great idea!”
—–
“This is my favorite one of all.”
“Look, Musician, there’s Jimmy. Over here Jimmy!”
—–
“Trade with me, punk. I want to get to know Jimmy better.”
—–
“Service around here is awful, eh Jimmy?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0107, Comfrey, Gaeta V
Red, yellow, blue, he thinks. Is this *us* again somehow?
And across the street: same colors in a row. Right order according to their houses, even. He peers through the window.
Someone shooting up. Grim town.
Nope. Not here either.
There was just a lot of f-cking places Jacob I. could be.
He decides to retreat back to the safety of his Yellow House and try again tomorrow. Too dangerous at night.
Oh no. He’s lost again.
Is that the burning barrel from the night before? He’s unsure.
A scream from the shack down the plank walkway.
Red and blue glasses thrown through a window. He’s close! But so dangerous here. He senses it all around. Maybe he should put on his blue eye again — look tougher. Or crazier may be good too.
Totally lost. “Shoo cat. Ain’t got time for you.”
But the boney feline persisted. “RreeRRW!” it said. That translates to “follow ME!” in cat language.
Then, gazing at Earie’s turned face, it changed and stood up on two legs. “Blue red,” Broken Heart spoke with an eerie, child-like voice. “Blue red blue red blue red.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0107, Gaston+
Prissy didn’t think it was at all funny. Bendy had rented the rowhouse closest to her concession stand and started hanging around a lot. Stuck with his presence, she decided to focus on her day dreams during conversations. He was especially interested in the robot lady that frequently appeared in them.
“Dame sounds familiar,” he says while woofing down clams purchased from the cart next door. “Does she have a moral chip? Because I always wanted one of those things.” He was trying to figure out a way to ask Prissy to the opening of “Bible Truth” next week at the Grand Lapara Ballroom. But there was, of course, the whole *marriage* thing to Peter SoSo to consider, he lamented. And where was her dapper young mer-man today? he asked Prissy directly. She said he mentioned riding the town trains, seeing where they began and ended. The play doesn’t start until next week, she further explained. Bendy gulped. Peter SoSo is in the *play*?
“Those clams are not agreeing with me Prissy,” Bendy then said while looking down at squiggling, shelled hallucinations all around. “If you’ll excuse me.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0107, Heterocera, Lapara
March/April exhibit described here.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0004, 0107, Coast Town Sims, Sansara
Since Baker Blinker owned Collagesity North, she felt it was her responsibility to first attempt to make contact with the younger Carrcassonnee on the newly rezzed Temple of TILE’s top floor. Carrcassonnee was certainly aware of her presence last week, but could not or chose not to speak that day.
Yesterday she tried again. After a long pause, Carrcassonnee managed a “sit down” using a somewhat higher than normal but still quite bass voice. With chills, Baker Blinker looked around for a seat. She saw several. She chose one closer to Carrcassonnee.
“How’s this?” she asked the staring olive entity. Carrcassonnee is alive! she thought.
Another long pause. “That’s fine,” she managed again.
“Okay, Carrcassonnee, I’m going to go ahead and ask some questions of you.” Carrcassonnee didn’t respond, but Baker assumed she was a go for this.
“I’m gathering that you are a younger version of Carrcassonnee, coming from, perhaps 2012 or 2013, maybe from VWX Town over in Rubi next door.”
No answer. Baker Blinker continued.
“I assume you are different. You don’t seem to speak as much. Maybe–” Baker Blinker thought of stating that this Carrcassonnee was perhaps less cartoony than her more recent iteration, but decided against it. “Let’s just leave it that you are different. And move on to other questions.”
Baker Blinker waited a long time now. “Okay,” is what Carrcassoneee said after about a 3 minute pause.
“Are you having trouble processing what I’m saying to you?”
Baker waited again. “No,” eventually came the answer.
—–
“It took *three* hours to get even what story I received,” states an exhausted Baker Blinker to Baker Bloch the following morning at Perch.”
“Another beer Blinks?” Baker Bloch then asks, seeing Baker Blinker’s glass emptied after the latest swig.
“Better not. And that old beer we left about, what, a *month* back has turned brown over there. It needs to be thrown away. All of these objects need to be removed or reorganized. The Table is not what we spoke of back then. Things have changed.”
“Lennon, er Lemon,” recites Baker Bloch.
“Synchronicity continues,” adds Baker Blinker. “No stopping now.”
Baker Bloch smiles.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0003, 0107, Heterocera, Rubi
Sunklands 