“We’re here.”
“Super.” Your Mama then turned toward Raggy. “Got any more of those ham sandwiches around? I’m ravished.”
“Careful with those. You know what…”
“I know, I know. That’s why I’m *here*.”
—–
“I wonder what’s this way?” she voiced defiantly.
“Care-ful.”
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“Well, Grassy. I’m here. What next?”
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“Well, that was interesting (*burp*). Any more editions of this magazine, Librarian Bean?”
—–
“We call her Gassy.”
“You mean Grassy,” the male Baker responded to the female Baker, who just rode into town. Collagesitytown.
“No. Gassy is different. Tillie I think her actual name is. *That’s* the one I want to play. That’s the one I want to start with. If Karl isn’t available.”
“Lemme check.” Baker Bloch opens the Big Book of Avatars in front of him. “I have perhaps as much as 50 percent assigned to myself.”
“Of course.”
“And Wheeler has another big chunk. Perhaps 25 percent.”
“Yep.”
He keeps flipping. “That leaves 25 percent to divide up with the rest of the, let’s see, 8 remaining core avatars.”
Baker Blinker counts them off on her 10 fingers. “You, me, Hucka, Karoz, Tropp, Wheeler — or Treelor I suppose, Grassy — *not* Gassy again (smile), then Spongeberg the Destroyer, then Roger Pine Ridge, then, let’s see, Lockfry. How many is that?”
“Counting them in my head now (pause): that’s it (!)” He gently shuts the dusty tome, looks out at the Rubi Woods, then back. “Well, just think about it. I’m so happy you and Karoz have found a way to work yourselves back into the ever evolving Collagesity storylines.” He looks her over; notes the differences from before. “Partial assimilation, eh?”
Baker Blinker nods. “It is. We may yet be able to return Collagesity to its glorious past — defeat Wheeler at her own game.”
“Wrestling?”
“Maybe even tennis.”
“Polo.”
“Marco.”
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The TILE Clown waited patiently in the last remaining bit of Mystenopolis for the return of Spongeberg the Destroyer.
But, really, there was no one left here.
Tillie had gone to the wrong location.
Spongeberg now lives in the woods.
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This is a shot of downtown Notherton, a former Mossman hot bed of action and adventure. Now deserted, supposedly. Main Mossman (Mossmain?) Gene Fade has stated he use to work in its metropolitan area in a 5 sided mall managing a cappery.* I believe his store sold the equivalent of our baseball caps, or at least that was the most popular item. He mentioned a game like baseball, but with extra bases and some other different stuff. Have to look all that up from the Baker Blinker Blog again; the game of Whack-Bat from Fantastic Mr. Fox comes to mind. So much to comb through in these blogs now (!).
Notherton is in Frank Park across The Greenway from nearby Mocksity, another important Mossman community.
And this is the road leading to Gene Fade’s Mountain to the west, where he was born and raised before moving to Notherton. This is the very highway Gene Fade walked all the way from Jupiter Rock to downtown Notherton after a critical argument with his parents about the TILE religion. You see, Gene Fade desired to become a Tilist and his parents disapproved. He went back to Jupiter Rock, but it was never the same for him. He had opened the box to discover the rest of his life.
—–
“Baseball again, Wheeler. Cappery. Obviously connected to Mmmmmm Grassy Noll’s sighting of Mossman Gene Fade over in Smoky with the big baseball and all. Kind of an interesting sim name, actually.”
“Smokey Ordinary, yes,” spoke Wheeler across from Baker Bloch at the Table. He was still dressed up as guru hobo Turchin McGurchin, counsel to Fair Ruby, friend to the cause of Max, warner of things to come. “Smoky Bottom. Beauty… Lovely. Do we know of the 3d Venus yet? Speaking for the whole.”
“No.” Through sunken hobo eyes, he stared fixedly at her. This could be 3d. This could be 3rd.
“What of Yarn Knob? You — or Turchin McGurchin I suppose — warned of the coming of toys. Does this represent the end of Our Second Lyfe?”
Baker Bloch as Turchin McGurchin looked around. “Apparently not.”
“What next?” Wheeler came back quickly.
Baker stared again. “Who are you?”
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The Julia House here on Artist Alley would have been perfect for Karoz and Baker Blinker during their stay in Collagesity. But it was best Wheeler moved it to Green Squirrel and Huma’s property over in Asha to protect the Rosehaven Yarn Shop. Soon to be just Yarn Shop, because toys are coming: Yarn Knob, etc.
50 extra prims for the town, though. What will I do with it?
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“I will come back,” spoke Karoz at the Table again. “But we must start to focus on TILE once more. Occident. I am a high TILE priest after all. And: bite it Wheeler.”
But Wheeler Wilson was still holding and using the cell phone. “I can’t seem to get a hold of Hucka Doobie, Karoz. Could she be… dead?”
“Doubtful. She’s in Gaston. Right?”
“Yes,” Baker Bloch answers for Wheeler.
Wheeler finally gives up on reaching Hucka Doobie for the night; puts away the phone. She crosses her legs and leans toward the blue-green being. “Okay, Karoz. Tell us all about TILE, then.”
—–
Later:
“I’d pretty much say it’s exactly your color,” bee person Hucka Doobie declared to her old friend Karoz at this Treasure Hill representing the heart of the Orient, its apex. Its climax if you will. Hucka Doobie looked around again. “Both Morgan and Julia sides.”
“Then this must be about me. And also Baker Blinker,” spoke the wise cyan guy. “Okay, we’ll return. Obviously mum’s the word about our meeting here.”
Hucka Doobie made a zipping motion over her slightly pollen covered lips.
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“I can’t quite see the top of Greentop from this chair, Huma. I’m… disappointed.”
“It’s fate,” countered Green Squirrel’s wife laying on the bed. “The Julia House simply had to be here in this spot, though. Removed from Collagesity to give Baker Bloch and his friends and family almost 200 prims now to work with. But also needed here to *fill* a prim level to the brim to protect Baker Bloch’s Yarn Shop. Rosehaven isn’t it?”
“You know it is, wife of mine.”
“Yes. Because… let’s see. I’m Wheeler in this situation, right?”
“And I’m Baker. Baker Bloch. Let’s go outside and sit on Greentop and enjoy the view,” Green Squirrel suggested.
—–
“166 draw, Huma. The castle pops into view. Complete with a Yarn Shop now. Right on Yarnby.”
“Fate,” Huma reinforced. She looked around. “There use to be so much here in this sim, Green Squirrel. So full of life. Now: nothing. Just us. I think we’re the only ones that live in Asha. Correct?”
“Correct dear wife. Just us and the hills.” He lays back. “And the stars.”
—–
“I’m going to explore those hills over there again tomorrow, husband. Last month I found some scissors. Maybe something else will pop up.”
“We can dream.”
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Queer, thought Baker Bloch, back to exploring Blue Junkyards. I recognize this butterfly ship from Rosehaven. And (as he’s checking): owned by an actual Rosehavener (again: !). Well, in that nice Designing Worlds video on the region fleet commander Wildstar Beaumont did say his ships were deployed throughout Our Second Lyfe. I guess this is proof! Far far away from Rosehaven I would assume we are.
So another synchromystic link between Rosehaven and The Waste, since Blue Junkyards’ name is very similar to The Junkyard sim of latter.
And this just after I moved my Rosehaven Yarn Shop over right smack next to the *Yarn*a sim on Corsica last night (thanks Green Squirrel and Huma!).
Queerer and queerer. Maybe we’re not done with Rosehaven in the *present* yarn.
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“Gene??”
—–
“You told me to report back here as soon as I found something.” Famed Mmmmmm Grassy Noll dramatically paused. “I found something.”
“Hold on,” requests Wheeler Wilson. “I’ll phone up Baker Bloch. He said something about a new Junkyard. He should be in on this. You say it’s big?”
“*Big* big,” insists Grassy.
“Hold on, then.”
—–
“Yes, here it is. The post from the old Baker Blinker Blog showing a Mossman. Could be Gene Fade again.”
“It is!” reinforced Grassy Noll.
“But in a somewhat different location of the continent,” adjusted Wheeler Wilson.
“The connection is obvious, though, Wheeler,” Baker Bloch compromised. “*Must* be something to it.”
“Yes!” Grassy piped up again.
“And you say this was right next to Art’s parcel. The same Art that use to live on the edge of Collagesity? The balance to the Blue Feather we sit in right now?”
“That’s right.” Grassy’s wonky eyes were darting about the place even more than usual. He was quite excited, and most likely rightly so.
“I’m going to remove my hat once more so that the reader can take a better look at the 2010 Mossman.”
“I’m going to phone up Hucka Doobie while you’re doing that.”
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Sunklands 