Category Archives: 0204
landscape
“I can’t see *anything*, Pitch thinks. “I can’t hear, can’t speak. My life is over.”
“We’ll get you fixed up,” Mary encourages in his head while continuing to stare at the giant fruit in front of her. “Apple, orange, yellow fruit, lime. There’s nothing to see, hear, speak about. Yet. We’ll get you fixed up.”
Merlin Martin
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0204, Clemscott^, Gaeta V^^
“see title 02” again
Chroma was the last to emerge. Gregg, but without the extra “g.” The old Lapara question “Who’s ‘G’?” may have been answered.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0204, Heterocera, Rubi^
Leaving the sim…
They had now reached the High Mountain Road where Baker Bloch sat the night before. Of course, Baker had long left the scene. He could be summoned, but Wheeler and Buster didn’t see the point. They seemingly faced another choice: to go back down to Olde Lapara Towne and deal with the changes (the carnival had left town for one thing) or move upwards more into the high hills of northern Lapara to theoretically meet this Little Tonshi Ashokan spirit who dwelt there.
And boy was the latter quite a climb. 200 meters basically straight up between a waterfall and thick forest (!).
Feeling his little legs ache already and thinking about what lived inside the nearby tunnel, Buster offered a 3rd alternative.
High Mountain Road Tunnel, Lapara… and rats.
Looking up the mountain once more.
Little Tonshi waiting patiently near the top. They would return.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0204, Heterocera, Lapara^
Merging tracks
“Ahhh! That face!!”
“We app-re-ci-ate your time in our fair ci-ty,” OD continued in its clipped manner, suddenly detached from the wall and looming larger. The wegee planchette had stopped spinning. “We have ass-im-il-at-ed the bird, zip, the man known as Mar-tin. Sanc-tu-ar-y is with-in reach. You can go ab-out, ping, a-bout your way. Thank you for vis-it-ing and come back again ver-y, zip, fair-ly soon.”
The Musician fled the scene, running upstairs. Wheeler stood her ground. She pulled out a large, futuristic gun from her coat. “Get back on the wall, buster. We’re not finished here.”
—–
Meanwhile… Allen Martin appeared to be dead at the very same spot Renaldo O’Donnell lay early.
But then he stood up. “Just a pose ball,” he muttered. “No murder atall. And my son… all that change and attached grief for nothing, it seems.”
He moves around the corner to the next area, being careful to head *away* from his apartment (unlike Wheeler earlier). A break room?
Maybe the stupid people responsible for this charade. The thought crossed his mind that VHC City is just a giant stage set for some kind of film being made. Horror story?
He then sees something more interesting appearing in the next area: a purple spheriod thingie. No: green; no: blue. He checks the description of the now golden object. Jeez God, he thinks, an “alien egg tree.” This *is* a horror story.
He walks between pipe and chair to take a closer look.
Nothing else really that odd about it except the name. And a dead end in this direction. He’d have to retrace his steps.
But then, a monster bursts forth through the wall in front of him, turns around, then leaves through same. A giant crocodile, it appears!
He may have to go back to the apartment to get his heart medicine before advancing further.
—–
Allen Martin then heard a female voice call his name from the direction of the “break room.” Wheeler.
They met in front of this gate on the far side of the room, the Fate Gate they would later call it. From this point on they would move forward together. Holding hands again, they passed through.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0004, 0204, Heterocera, VHC City^
Experiments in Soulcatching, 01
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0003, 0204, Heterocera, Kentucky, MAPS, Rubi^
Sunklands 