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She perused a photography book about New York while listening to Liza Minnelli’s “New York, New York” on the victrola. What was it about this double trouble big city that attracted her attention so these days? Was it her mother’s Douglas also known as Albert? A creation’s creation, she thinks, just to see what would happen. A star guitarist in both a rock and classical sense, culminating with a *little* gig, he he, on the circumference of the yin-yang symbol formed by Black Lake and White Lake known as Woodstock. *Also* in New York. Along with a convoluted tangle of interstates in Rochester called the Can of Worms, like Yoko Ono told Paul McCartney would be opened if she let him reverse the names Lennon-McCartney on even one Beatles recording. He requested this for perhaps his signature track “Yesterday”. She, being Lennon’s widow and thus 1/2 responsible for the decision, refused. Bad blood ensued, or badder blood. When his wife Linda McCartney died in ’98 she wasn’t invited to the New York City wake. New York again. It keeps cropping up.
City of Lights indeed. Unless it’s Paris.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0208, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya, New York, Vortexville
00460208 (Palm(er)’s View Way…)
… as in, stuck on Palm’s View Way several seconds after this provocative introductory view of Panam(a) Palmer in the Cyberpunk 2077 game. Could be a purposeful juxtaposition in the “1 Hour of Cyberpunk 2077 Fails” video here but probably not.
And may I remind, this is the girl V(al) the 1st person protagonist of C2077 is stuck on, while adopted internal soul twin Jonny Silverhhand prefers Judy Lexi over in Kabusie. Kabusie as in derived from caboose here too, come to think of it. Both girls attached to the word.
I put the Bakers family patch back in my pocket to end the game again before it even begins and move on…
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“Seems like you’re off the cigs now,” I said as he got in the car. Which just reminded him of his habit.
“We’re still technically outside in here,” he said. “Mind if I light up?” and he did so before I could give him permission, which I was still debating about. I didn’t want this meeting to go like the last one. I needed answers. He puffed out, coughed, took a drag, puffed out, coughed some more. The meeting was over in 5. He managed to scribble down another address and throw it through the open window as he was leaving, almost doubled over by that time.
—–
It was the address to Meyers’ room further up into the bowels of the town, as it turned out, where she was imprisoned by a certain set of others. Let’s call them Jimmy and Nancy. He met me at the door, said he was tired of monkeying around and that we had to get to the heart of the problem. We were inside again so he couldn’t partake of his chief vice, which freed up his hands. But freeing Meyers was the main thing here, whose VIP plane crashed into this here Doggtown, scourge of Nightsity, day before yesterday’s yesterday, which drew me in in an unwitting way, being the veteraned, for-hire gunslinger I was. Once this was done and his responsibilities as a crack NUSA officer were over with the rescue, he said we could talk again, maybe take in a game at Andrew Johnson’s. He’d bet on me winning since he’d likely be out of breath again. Was this a date? Or just friendly banter to relax me before an armed confrontation? Turns out it was both.
“Knock on the door,” he commanded, becoming dead serious again. “Just do it.”
“Open up in there!” I said while knocking. Lucky for us, they were waiting for pizza. But Lemon knew this since he was playing the delivery person.
“*Here’s* your box,” he barked when the door opened, pointing his Pariah Tier 5+ Iconic Tech Pistol at Jimmy’s head, “and your face is about to be the pizza if you don’t fess up to what’s going on here. Where’s Roslyn… Bozo?,” he crowed, backing the wirey dude 1/2way across the room toward the far window.
Then Nancy appeared around the corner, saying to put our tools away like we were children playing with toys. I recognized her from her many photos and TV appearances. Nancy was Roslyn! Should’ve known with a name like that. And a Northern Exposure to this room too (!).
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0045, 0208, C2077, Doggtown
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Still no sign of the parachute even from this rooftop position, *sigh*. And what about that Viney obsessed fellow, huh? Turns out it wasn’t hate in his eyes as he approached me again, just fiery, passionate interest. Investigator of the paranormal. Just like…
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0044, 0208, GTA
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New Nightsity. New *street* in Nightsity, let’s say. And also TILE related obviously because of the green red yellow blue symbols above its sign.
Wanda can get her allergy pills here to make her more happy…
… but also make the shadowy hatted man she dreads so much appear more frequently. Can’t remember a darn thing after he shows up! she laments. But she hasn’t put the two together and remains oblivious to the drug’s side effect.
Fern is here to enlighten her, because she has enough trouble without this added layer and angle.
Like Redd in an alleyway 1 block over staring at a covered body she may or may not have done in with her outstanding wickedness.
And what might be her partner in crime still cooking on a person nearby.
The answers may come from this onlooking gal, perhaps the 3rd of the group, or at least the 3rd in this alleyway configuration of living, breathing beings. Yes, Derek is fully cooked now as I’m checking. So: 3.
Wait. One more.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0043, 0208, C2077, Hana Lei^^, Nightsity
Old Hen
Newt looked down after he’d finished, deep in thought. “Amazing,” he finally spoke. “What in blue blazes did I just eat?”
Wendy beamed a smile at him, just like on the logo. “It’s called a *hot dog*.”
“A *what* dog?”
“A hot dog. Made from the freshest ingredients. No pig anuses if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I wasn’t thinking that at all (!).”
“Nor snouts, nor hooves. Only mechanically separated meat byproducts — I’ve been told to call it muscle trimming.”
“It’s humans,” Newt deadpanned. “Isn’t it?”
“*No*. Ridiculous man.”
“Okay,” he said, standing up and wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I’m going to have to do my research before we make a deal.”
—–
They were back at the Pink Hippo, name slightly changed to hide the innocent involved. “I did my research,” Newt started after he made his introduction. “I had to brainwash you into thinking our meeting never happened. Bottom line: *don’t* sell those things to the general public any more. I was right about the humans (!).”
Several people dancing nearby overheard the conversation. Soon it was all about town. Kangerootown would never have a Wendy’s in its midst, the name of the red topped establishment being sullied beyond repair. March turned out to be a really bad month of the year for the likewise red topped gal before him.
“Dance?” he said, trying to ease the pain. No smile now. Turn that upside down into a full out cry, which the dancers also recorded. Where’s the beef, Wendy? Where’s the beef?
Not in this reality as it turned out. *This* Wendy’s franchise was basically over before it started. Soon, quite soon, she would turn into a vegetarian and change the course of her life. But first we have to get her to Castle Town in the South.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0208, Castle Town, Hana Lei^^, Kangerootown, Omega^^, The Cross^
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Berta was conveniently on her lunch break but Keith B. timed it that way. Drugs in Biff Carter’s last coffee and also last donut just to make sure — he’ll be snoozing for a while. Time to take a gander at that 3n1 file he knew Dr. Mouse dropped off just day before yesterday on a visit to his old detective pal. Said to him: find this girl, before she separates out again and all is lost.
Entering the downtown building, he couldn’t see the evidence right in front of his face. A spacer this one is, always thinking about the next operation in a broader sense of the word. He’d just met with Dr. Grayson uptown at his Serapis Club, a potential replacement. Dr. Brown is no longer an option, since he perished in that Millbank haunted house explosion back in the last photo-novel. By Dr. Mouse’s hands no less. Brown maybe knew too much about the 3n1 since he had the same last name as one of the 3 components (Frankie “Beige” Brown) — he couldn’t take a chance. And all that talk about preservation and Halloween being a perpetual holiday from him. Nonsense! That would cut out his favorite one of all which was of course Christmas, Xmas as he liked to call it, not being a practicing religionist. Science is instead his thing of worship. If there is a God, he’s determined, he’ll have on a lab coat when he meets him at the Pearly Gates, with a beaker in one hand and a test tube in the other. Maybe some kind of Adam-Frankenstein laying on a nearby gurney. And of course an Xmas tree in back adorned with more beakers and test tubes. He’s pictured the scene quite a few times now. Makes him merry.
He feels like he has control of the city but it’s just an illusion caused by a game. An in-disguise Marsha “Pink” Krakow enthusiastically claps from across the midtown diner after he breaks the jackpot once again. He turns.
In fact, I don’t think there’s any way he could have missed that Pink Pawn sign and made the connection. Marsha did that as well. She’s covering her tracks. In fact, this is what she looked like to Dr. Mouse when he turned from his still dinging and clanging and whooping machine.
“Alice??” he exclaimed. His daughter.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0041, 0208, Cass City^, Maebaleia/Satori
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George ended up taking the afternoon off. Better be careful else he’ll lose the forman job to more ambitious Ted from Weights and Balances, interested in scaling to the top. But he couldn’t resist. He was just too lonely.
Afterwards: “Your mate didn’t seem as interested in my act — left early. At least he tipped.”
“No, Edward… Eddie…” George didn’t want to say Eddie is happier at home than himself and hurt Bun Bun’s feelings. “Eddie fears he might be gay,” he decided to say instead, thus planting a seed.
“Um *hmm*. ‘Splains a lot. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Edward…,” George stumbles, trying to think of a name. Bun Bun took the hesitation and ran with it, created her own scenario she instantly believed. She was a born improviser.
“Same name, hmm. Maybe a twin, or at least a twin cousin. Maybe, hmm, a former rival and they couldn’t figure out the intense passion, where it came from. Or a former chum relationship intensified — either one, doesn’t matter.”
“Er, *sure*,” George responded to this, glad he didn’t have to make all that up himself. Edward it is. Eddie and Edward. And so we are almost ready to begin again.
“Hello?” he said to the mayor over the phone after returning home, making sure the cat wasn’t listening in. “We have a second name.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0040, 0208, Omega^^, Urbane Blue/Fishers Island^
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Yet another pepper, a 3rd for the shirt and top covering up the exposed tank. Superseding the other two?
Big Stickout in MACAvity, another West Virginie resonance.
Meanwhile, the actual, non-merged Shelleys have started taking train rides with each other on another part of the FILE, but are kicked off before entering the water, marking passage into a different sim. Shelley, one of them, I suppose Shelley 01 which would be more appropriate, then spots a red pin on a map of Pickle 01 off the coast of the 1st Bellissaria continent, technically part of the continent itself since it was the first landmass to form there. Maybe this is our next lead, she thinks, clothes still a bit wet from the brief dunking. But she fared better than the one sitting more up front.
Pickle 01 and Pickle 02, then. Just like Shelleys 01 and 02, interesting. Also combining, and perhaps not in a good way as well.
A different location for Pickle 01’s red pin back in photo-novel 21 but too similar not to mean something, most likely.
So Shelley 01 stays put at the map while Shelley 02 checks out the actual location on Pickle 01. Real time investigating we have here. Exciting! Let me just close up some windows before actually logging on the 2nd Shelley, the now basically duplicate to the first minus some secondary cosmetic attributes along with the use of more demos to save money in the process… Okay, that should be enough.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0039, 0208, Bellisaria, Constantynople, Nautilus, NORTH, Pickle 01, Pickle 02, Rank & File, Rim Isles, West Virginia
Sunklands 