“Let’s go with *this* picture instead, Hindsight, er, Golden.”
“Yes, call me Golden. For now.”
“O-*kay*, Golden (*tee hee*).”
“More light, I agree.” Hindsight/Golden knew the squeaky voiced sponge being was always right. He was worshiped in many galaxies.
Those who didn’t worship him were often left in the dark. Pitchfork territory.
He has a son. I’ll deal with him next. Hindsight/Golden turns here toward the CB Dylan dresser. “And the wife.”
The newest anomaly of Rhodenwald is gone as of sometime in the last 24 hours. A temporary madness.
Maybe that kind of madness will also pass for the country as a whole. But I don’t have my hopes way up.
“Uh herm, you’re showing a bit of an ankle there, New Nun.”
“No, Duncan, it’s just that I can’t hate this place. I *should*. But love is here. So much hate in the world.”
“Like the couple in the park,” Duncan Avocado in the wicker chair beside her said, referring to earlier conversation.
“Yes.”
He looked up from the bare ankle. “And the cross?” he spoke. “And the crucifix?”
“Yes, they will always be in hand. A second life must be prepared.” She pauses again.
“*Is* this a second life, a second chance?”
“I cannot say there is not love here,” she finalized, looking across the road at yet another symbol of red hate. Dixie seems to surround this oasis of Rhodenwald, a Meat City all around. We’ll have to talk about it further.
Zero was a figure of some importance so I decided to circle around him in a permitted pattern to indicate this. He marked my 5/4th time with his special watch.
Yoko 01 showed up and was mystified why she was already here in Heartsdale. And now the drama continues…
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So I’ve killed Arthur Kill, ruminates Marty at his home in Urqhart while watching the full moon revolve atop Urqhart Hill. No extra “u” you’ll notice this time. But someone will have to fill his timeline over in Kraken Storybrook, hmm, he ponders further. I better get over there and set the stage.
But first, someone else has to “die”, hehe. Dye their hair that is.
—–
If only I had a bathroom with a mirror, hrmph.
Better get down to the local bar; see what changes I’ve wrought with the death of my former top assassin. Maybe even (murdered) Cathy Love Peace Hippie Child has returned? That would be kind of cool.
—–
No Cathy, just Linda, the old ball and chain. Oh well, at least she can dye my hair for me.
“Your place or mine?” she slurred, half talking into her 4th Corona-V tall stout of the night.
“Yours.”
Looks like Pitch Darkly is all ready to move in to his newly relocated house in Bena. Just hasn’t done it yet.
I’m picking up on: Barry. Barry is missing?
Better start in the graveyard. If I can just get over this — chasm.
Easy peasy! Now… who will I turn into tonight originally? Barry?
Ah, let’s just go with Pitch. He begins poking around while the transformation continues from Baker…
—–
*This* is what I’m missing. A coffin! Vampires must have coffins to hide out for the night. And something about native soil. He should study all this more, him being a vampire and all. How does he exist and breath and live? What does he eat and drink? What kind of crowd does he mingle with? Other vampires? Not likely — at this stage. Too naive; would be called out (!).
So much more to learn about vampiring. Is that even a word (for instance)?
It’s not a bad fit. If I only had something to read late at night, to kill the time or just help me get to sleep. Wait — I don’t *need* sleep. Not at night. It’s during the day — yes, I remember. I’m suppose to hunt at night. For food, for blood. This is a daytime hangout. I’ll have to switch all my hours around to get by in this place(!). This Bena. Still — it’s night now. I can still go over to the public library and see what books they have. Okay, if this town is full of vampires, would businesses be open at night instead of the day? Would the public library be open? Maybe, even if not, I could just pass through the door, being a vampire and all.
—-
He smartly decides to ring up Bena lawyer wannabe Rebl to ask how to proceed with the assimilation into the community. Good idea. The first thing she recommended upon hearing Pitch’s explorations so far was: *don’t* use other vampires’ coffins. Get your own!
So he went online to the SL Marketplace and picked up a cheap used one from some dude named Barry.
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“At the very least, Herbert Gold, I had to move your house. I believe it’s jinxed!”
“The *house* — *my* house; *OUR* house — is not jinxed. It — just doesn’t have a proper home yet.”
“I’ve successfully set it up back in Snowlands now,” I replied to the disappointed, tired, aging man sitting across from me, his tea finished like mine. We were in the house, true. In Rosehaven still, yes. But way up in the sky now. More to be seen *here*, but not down below.
Then I had a realization. We need to talk to Petunia, I suggested.
“Ring him up.”
Petunia came right over.
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“It’s the first megaburg on the (Jeogeot) continent since WES, reportedly. And they’re trying to bring back at least *sections* of the old into the new. Red is there, for example. Red shirt; red head.”
“Merry Gouldbusk, then.”
“Um. Sure. But in this incarnation she likes to go by Breeze.”
“What incarnation? (pause) And what *sex* is she?”
“Answer me!”
“If you touch one place I am a man. If another: a woman. It is as yet undecided, then.”
“Thank you for answering me, er, Breeze.”
“You’re welcome.” *click*
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“My father is right over there,” Baker Bloch spoke to spiritually oriented Hucka Doobie. “Just beyond the unwaving grass.”
“Bamboo,” Hucka Doobie elaborated. “A type of grass, yes.”
“But I can’t interact with him,” Baker Bloch continued. “Oh the things I could tell him.”
Hucka Doobie remained silent, then: “Why can’t you interact with him? Since he’s just right over there especially.”
“I thought…”
“That you would change the future?”
“Well… yeah.”
“The future cannot be changed, because there is no future except a web of possibilities. We could change *one* probability, yes, but it was already there in the first place. We cannot change anything.”
Baker Bloch nodded for Hucka Doobie without really understanding what he said. “So… I can go see my father? My *young* father?” He points toward the bamboo on the other side of the frog pond. They can see the trailer faintly through it from where they sit.
“Sure, sure,” Hucka Doobie agreed. “But would this be pre-Baker Bloch Space Ghost or post-Baker Bloch?”
“Not sure.”
“What I mean is… what I’m asking is…”
“Whether I am yet born, yet *conceived*,” Baker Bloch realized
“Yes.”
“Well…” He blew out air here. “One thing I know is that I better not be my own grandpa or something.”
“How would that work?” Hucka Doobie shot back.
Baker Bloch thinks of his mother here, who we’ve only seen as Old Grey in the Collagesity novels. “I suppose it can’t.” Baker Bloch gets up off the bench they’re awkwardly perched upon. “Come on, Hucka D. Let’s go see pops.”
“Hold on there young fellas.” It was Bullfrog, who rented the cottage behind them. “I can’t help but see you were sitting on that bench but you weren’t *sitting* on that here bench. You must be straight…. unable to run scripts… not part of the group.”
Standing Baker Bloch looks over at standing Hucka Doobie, then admits this is true. “We are here as observers,” he elaborates. “From the future.”
“Ohh.” Bullfrog looks anxiously back at the cottage. A diminutive figure emerges from around it: Bullfrog’s partner Aqua Dude.
He almost immediately invokes one of his own special powers. “The green turns to red and the red turns to green,” he recites down to Baker Bloch and Hucka Doobie, still clustered around that bench. Things completely change.
They look around. “Is this *real*?” Baker Bloch speaks to his bee friend.
“I’ve heard of such,” exclaims Hucka Doobie, also looking at the pond, the ground, the sky. “In theory.”
“This way,” Aqua Dude pipes up, “I can turn into Super Guy as well as being Aqua Dude. Ruler of the sea *and* the sky. See? Hehe.”
“He thinks his colors now are the same as his arch nemesis Super Guy,” explains Bullfrog above him. “But it’s not really an exact match. Just humor him. He does it to everyone he first meets. He’ll get use to you.”
“I rule the *skies* as well as the *sea*,” he repeats, glaring toward them.
“Sure you do, Aqua Dude,” tempers Bullfrog. “Sure you do.”
Satisfied that the strangers understand perhaps his most unique ability, Aqua Dude shuts it off and the pond and its environs return to normal colors. “The red turns to green and the green turns to red,” he reverses.
“Now, about that trailer…”
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Agents 25 and 41. Let the games begin, I suppose.
Agent 52 and Messed Up, who manifests at various points in the maze and offers tips for money. “The far side wall is transparent. That’ll be 50 lindens.”
Agents 49, 62, and 20. Rare conjunction of 3; all are trapped and stymied at the moment.
Agents 96 and 69.
Agents 24 and 55, just before the latter’s head was sliced off and his eyes were pecked out. What a thing to have to witness!
End of the road for Agent 29?
Hardly.
(to be continued?)
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The continent which you lie upon
Mirr’r heart and hand and head as one
So thou might not be beating center
‘Stead nervous ends and thoughts asplinter
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Catocala/212/212/26
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sweetbay/51/51/30
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Cincta/60/60/21
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Velox/177/177/83
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ufeus/33/33/33
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ufeus/105/105/2802
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