Still protected by a single, large red rose in a moderately rated sim — good enough — I peer around at my surroundings, note a train car in the distance down the straight as an arrow tracks in this location with my 168 meter draw distance. That must be it, I reckoned.
Yes, passengers ready to unload, let’s say, at the Shobu station in the shadow of towering, er, Mt. Sakura I guess this is. Who is it who is it who is it? Post for another day.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0206, Bellisaria, Continent 06
Runaway.
She had to.
The World’s Gone…
… Mad for her.
Off to a rocky start but it will get better. When she meets Rocky.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0047, 0206
She was sitting on a trash bin at a local hot dog joint, taking mental notes.
“What do you think about Nawt Vaya so far?” asked senior Wanda Spotify to junior transfer Leonard Johhannssonn about the state university they both attend, the former destined to replace Peter Melanchton as summa cum laude graduate of her class.
He smiled, thinking of what just went on in their secretive 12×10 getaway cabin just over there. He’d seen… paradise!
“Welll?” she asked, addicted to answers (which made her such a good student). Then, looking over at Wheeler on the trash bin, she caught the synchronicity. Oh, well *that* won’t happen again, she thought. Until tonight. Studying and attending classes first, of course. Then they’ll meet back here at the hot dog stand around 6-ish. Wheeler took note of that too.
—–
“Why are we here Wheeler?” questioned on again off again hubby Newt.
“Just shussh,” she said not much above a whisper. “I’m trying to listen.” To soothe Newt’s then perceived hurt feelings, she added, “I’ll tell you when they leave.”
Their one hot dog came, neither being much of a meat lover. Unless it’s Wheeler.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0206, Jeogeot, Juho, Nawt Vaya+
He said to meet him at the Andrew Johnson Basketball Courts and that they had to talk about the worst president of our country ever. I thought I knew who he was referencing because of the courts’ name and all but the answer surprised me. Roslyn (sp?) Carter. Carter? No, Meyers. Got my presidents and their wives confused. Like thinking Roslyn C. was married to former president Ronald R. instead of her own man. Lavender got in my way. “Tailor,” he said about the president. Are we sure we’re not talking about the first guy I was thinking of? I thought. “(Tailor… ) *made* for the job,” he then finished his sentence, interrupted for a cough. Had a chance to smoke out here in the great outdoors, taking advantage of it. “Tailor… *made*?” I parroted, then waited for his reaction. He was coughing again. Between hacks, he managed to admit that he hadn’t smoked any cigs since last Thursday’s Tuesday and that it had been a long stretch of inside work since then. Nonstop. “Just like I use to smoke nonstop on my old job as an outdoor patrolman,” he wheezed. Then he squeezed out, “We have to get to Meyers,” which I took as: this has to be the focus of our conversation now. But he couldn’t stop coughing after this. Clearly we couldn’t talk here. He gave me an address for later.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0045, 0206, C2077, Doggtown
“Have you two ever thought about getting married yourself? I mean, in real life?”
—–
“You don’t understand, honey. I’m — already — here.”
“No matter how many times—”
“Here. Let me lift you up so that you can see better over these vines.”
“Th-there’s a man standing up there, Keith. On *our* roof. Staring directly at me — us.”
“Yeah. I know.”
He turns.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0206, Witcher
“There’s Blue Moon again, Lexi. Bigger than ever in life.”
“Just keep looking for clues,” she responded, not wanting that many distractions on the way to their ultimate goal. “The city will not give you everything. You must keep walking around the margins, poking around here and there and everywhere. Characters are obviously important. Blue Moon. Panama perhaps. Judith who is, well, *me*. And you seem to be the same as (1st person) V or Val, with an oppositely positioned Valerie lurking around the corner as well. The dam, boss. Keep poking around that damn dam.”
—–
The date attracted me. I had to ask. “Do you know… Tennessee?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0043, 0206, C2077, HANA LEI, NIGHTSITY, Rancho C, Small China
He didn’t meet the gang there as intended — wrong theatre in town as it turns out (there were 2) — but he did learn some very interesting stuff from the magic lantern films he paid 2 full American dollars for; exactly the amount he took from the beggar up the street and no more.
Is that… Mr. *Babyface*? he thought when the image of what they called Josiah Backwater appeared on the screen, complete with oversized head and smoking pipe to go along with an also smoking gun from his first animal kill.
A little later…
Nah, he thought about the new image, a grown up version of same. Head normally proportioned now for the body — wasn’t him.
But during the second film of the double feature, employing colored prints this time, he found himself gasping even louder. Flying ship. They know how he got here!
When he trotted out at the end he had much to ponder while reentering the light of day. Babyface… maybe it’s his great grandfather or something. Or maybe… *time traveler*. Would explain the spaceship reference.
Now to the correct theatre to find the gang for real. So much to talk about!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0206, RDR2
He was scrolling through Cass City photos on his computer screen while waiting for a client to show up, reminiscing about the old days. Ahh Pink, he thought while studying the 1st one that popped up. Rented the space opposite the town watering hole called Shenanigans. Reverse the colors and directions here and one could change into the other, he realized, as in an aftereffect on a sunnier day. Did Pink understand this when she chose the location?
And what about his office directly above it in the same building? Well, 3 stories above it, the intervening 2 floors still vacant. Have been for a while, so the padding might be permanent between him and his supposed true love. Yes, he determined not too soon after she arrived in town that he was smitten by the still youngish, almost child-like looking 38 year old “girl” from Nantucket with her semi-fiery blonde hair and her perpetual hot pink clothes and attitude. She told him one night at Shenanigans, the only “date” they went on if you can even call it such, that she use to not be this way. She was a 3n1 (or 3-n-1), a composite, she said, and cryptically left it at that. He’d studied the term since; hadn’t come across much information. Basically posts of this blog is all. Yeah, better make that he hadn’t come across much information period, blog still off-limits to him for his own protection. Pink, however, is a different story, par for her Nantucket golf course upbringing. There she was also known as: Wanda. Yeah, she was out there in reality but also in his dreams too, acting as a mirror to herself. He had to be constantly reminded that she could do those things, 4th dimensional tricks one could put it.
He kept scrolling through the Flickr pool of photos until the end, then tried a general search for “Cass City” within the popular image hosting service. Soon he came across this, the photo he’d hoped to find all along:
“Moby Prick,” he said laughingly. And everyone thought it was fable before he snapped the monster from Doug’s dirigible back in last April’s May. Of course some people, perhaps most, weren’t convinced, said it was a trick of the land and the light. He sends the photo to his printer, intending to have the evidence close to him this time. It seems to keep making itself scarce, much like the great whale itself, he realizes. He’ll print out 5 copies just in case.
Knocks at the door. His client. He only managed to print one copy out because of the interruption and then misplaced it before nightfall, hmm (more tricks).
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0041, 0206, Cass City+, Maebaleia/Satori
“Yes I recall. The direct resonance with the Utah town in the Marion-Francis circle. The one that put SS on the map. But the overlap was rejected by the good people of that state, steeped in religion not mysticism and alchemy. They knew and understood the gold seekers that were greedy prospectors, ready with a trick and a tail. So they bent away from Meat City, to the detriment of both. The upper ones tried to mirror the energy back into the town but no good, or incomplete at best. Now you can revisit this. Where is the coordination of Broadwater in Kamas?”
After checking: “It’s off the grid (!).”
“Exactly. It has its own energy independent from the grid that absorbed the rest. Streets don’t go all the way around the sim. Keep that in mind when exploring further. More aligned overall with the continent rather than the city, a larger power.”
—–
“No sushi today! Bad!” the proprietor of the stall barked on the same block as the new strip mall.
Geez I was just passing by, she thought, oblivious to the omen.
Suddenly time stood still.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0040, 0206, Omega, Urbane Blue/Fishers Island, Utah
Sunklands 