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review; grounding

“I’m starting to really believe it would have worked either way, Hucka Doobie. Whether I stayed in Fordham on that high, arid Nautilus ridge or moved to Urqhart or thereabouts on the Corsica continent for a little more space and greener pastures — wouldn’t have mattered. *Both* choices are factored into the continuation of Our Second Lyfe, as especially chronicled through the photo-novels. Either way, we are still away from the sacred Rubi Woods and the heart that started it all. I had the perfect place, Hucka Doobie.”

“Not perfect,” responded the bee-friend who Baker Bloch befriended over 12 long years ago. A lifetime! “You didn’t have a regular 8192 bordering the woods. You *had* to move (to accommodate the 8192 Corsica Prime map). But I agree that either choice would have been okay. We’re more toward the end of these things than the beginning.” She stared at me with large, understanding eyes. I wondered who she was, deep down. And whether *we* would continue. “Good to think about this stuff now,” she reinforced across the way.

“Well,” he sighed and looked out across the landscape from their Perch perch. “Let’s take inventory.”

“Okay.” Hucka Doobie took another sip of tea laced with something a bit stronger in preparation.

“Mabel’s House. Is Mabel still around? I’ve been asking that for what seems like years now. And maybe they have.”

“She can be,” Hucka Doobie responded simply enough.

“What’s it doing up on that knoll, for example? That’s different (from Fordham).”

“Fork in the road,” Hucka Doobie said. “Choices made. A marker to mark the occasion by.”

“Hmm.” Baker Bloch scouted around for another object in the vicinity. “Barry X. Vampire’s house at the end of one of the two paths leading out of Collagesity in that direction. I suppose that’s an easy one. He’s kind of *writing* the current novels, Hucka. That’s his writing headquarters. Staring out at that rotating tire to write compose ‘The Revolving Wheel’ or something.”

“We can *go* to these locations anytime you want to to get more of the story. And there *is* a story here.”

“All right let’s take Boos, then.”

(to be continued?)

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God?

Stranger Creek was a total cock-up, ruminated David A. while staring at the blue jay feather in front of him and away from the cockamamie plans.

Set aside, but then Baker Bloch, searching for All Things Corsica, found it and started making stories. He emits a sigh. “Oh well, what’s done is done.” He looks at the next interviewee below him from his perch in the skies. “Better change into more properly dressed David B. before heading down…”

—–

“So — what are your qualifications for this job, Mr., um…”

“Perch,” came the answer in a boyish, nasal voice. “Well, I can walk in any direction, forwards, backwards, side-to-side. Even diagonally if needed.”

“That may be needed,” David B. quickly followed. Right off the Corsica map.

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another return

Rocky Racco sat in front of his typewriter waiting for a story to happen but it never did.

He went to the theatre to try to envision a play being acted out onstage, perhaps an interpretation of the novel he couldn’t start. Didn’t work.

What *was* it about this place, Old Ben — Bennington — but now New Ben: Bena? Creativity seemed to be sapped from the town. Before going back to his cave-home and sleeping the rest of the day for lack of anything else to do, Rocky decided to go visit Ben at the town bar, the center of it all down through the years, gluing old and new together to make something most likely not quite as good as either.

“Creative drought, eh?” he responded to Rocky’s confession of writer’s block. “You know what I do when something like that happens to me? Go fishing.” He looks to the large castle out in the water with this, tucked away in the northeast corner of the sim. Quite similar in this positioning to the Northeast Castle of the Hilling sim featured in the last section of this here photo-novel, perhaps too much so. There be the answers, Rocky realized, picking up on Ben’s accent in his mind. He’d have to rent a boat.

“One more thing, laddie, before you be renting that boat,” Ben further advised. “You be also seeking a double to this town, but not Hilling. Don’t go back to Hilling.” Rocky was thinking: I’ve never been to Hilling and don’t even know where that is. Maybe that was his problem. He didn’t have enough backstory himself to go off and start creating microcosms of reality through books and plays.

He recalls… something about a hotel. Yes. I can start there.

“Hello, anyone… here?”

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Eot

Axis spied the cave opening from the top of the Broken Clock Church. Zoidboro preached here last winter. He was hot on the trail!

But first some supplies from the General Store.

Across the dirt road, his wife was still asking favors from Santa. “I want a pretty, new house. I want a wardrobe full of fine clothes. And, most of all Santa, I want a new skin. I’m tired of this golden one.”

“Done!” her husband shouted while walking out of the General Store, loaded down with camping gear, flashlights, rope, anything you’d want to explore a virtual cave system. “Here’s your *real* presents.”

Merry Gouldbusk didn’t think so. It took her a while to leave Santa’s lap.

Axis ended up having to rest on his sack.

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unfriendly neighbors

He was down at the frog pond feeding the ducks when he spotted her through the bamboo. “What the??…”

And he moved forward through the water to investigate, striding the bottom to the far edge. Space Ghost’s edge.

“That’s *it*. I’ve had it with these shenanigans by interlopers like this Space Ghost, this new guy Kevin A. This is *not* funny.”

BANG BANG BANG.

“Space Ghost, I know you’re in there.” No answer. “Space Ghost!” he belched out in his gribbety voice. “Open the door. We need to talk.”

“Bullfrog?” the superhero at the peak of his powers replied innocently. Bait taken.

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a wrinkle in time

The Lion constellation. I’m missing something! I was just somewhere else. Remember. *Remember*.

—–

I’m remembering.

Aries, Sagittarius… Leo.

What’s under the rug? What’s this all about really?

Pieces? Puzzles?

I’m tired. I’m going to rest. The continent can wait. I’m going to bed.

—–

“Pres-TONN!!!”

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True Man Show

https://www.columbiatribune.com/news/20171027/three-original-pieces-by-salvador-dali-unveiled-at-tiger-hotel

“It’s possible here in Columbia for people to see surrealist masters like this in our own backyard,” Laverick said. “That’s what the Tiger Hotel has always been about, creating a place that would be at home in New York or Chicago, and this is the next level of that. These paintings would normally only be accessible in a big city but they’re right here.”

“Today Missouri. Tomorrow: Rosehaven.” Ruby Fantasie extends her arms and shrills in as nasal a voice as she can muster over the city. “Come fiind mee! I’m heeere!!”

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robots don’t dream

She was having that nightmare about blood spilling out an elevator.

Later, she really wanted to eat that piece of chocolate raspberry cake but didn’t have the stomach.

“You can have it Tess.”

“I ain’t hungry neither this morning, Mabel. Mud again,” she summarized her own nightmare.

It was all Robert’s.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” he cried while reaching.

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ex TWA pilot

In the middle of the night, Donald Farr sometimes visits neighbor Chuck Close and talks about how he wrecked that plane and killed all those people 5 years ago.

But he always ends with something to the effect that it all might have been worth it just to get here.

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can’t wait

The Musician was carefully cleaning his new cyborg body parts in the glimmering cave pool when Wheeler sprinted into the room. “No time for that, punk, we’ve been found out!”

But he didn’t immediately jump into action. “What are you on about *now*?” he asked while continuing to wash his left arm. In truth, he was still pissed at Wheeler for not appreciating Jimmy’s solution to the stigmata problem. True, it was kind of trading one set of stigmata for another. But at least he wouldn’t keep waking up in a blood soaked bed.

Speaking of which: “Pull out our beds!” the now stationary Wheeler called from the bank. “The ones sent by Jacob. Hurry!”

The Musician kept cool and switched cybernetic arms to bathe.  “Jacob? I’m not sure… oh, right, the *collage*. The one with the two beds. Well… he said he’d give it to us but was still searching for the base image, the one with no beds. He warned us not to use the current one, just to study it. Is that the beds you’re talking about, Wheeler?”

“You know they are,” she huffed, folding her arms and impatiently stamping her left foot on the cave floor. “And its in *your* inventory. He gave it to you and not me for some reason.” She anxiously looked toward the room entrace from whence she came. “I think I hear footsteps. Jimmy.”

“Jimmy?” queried The Musician, now washing between his real fingers. “What’s he got to do with all this?”

“Again… *no time.* Pull out the picture. I *demand* it.”

“I’m not going to do that, Wheeler. Jacob said to wait.”

Wheeler huffed some more and looked again toward the cave passage leading to this room. “Oooh, *please* Musician. I’m *sorry* I didn’t like your new, metallic limbs and belly. I’m *sorry* I didn’t appreciate the teeth. New things take time,” She glanced again at the room entrance for emphasis. “Which we have *little of*.”

“Alright,” The Musician finally acquiesced, moving toward her through the shallow water. “Good thing all these new workings are titanium and not steel. We’d be here an additional 15 minutes with me drying!”

As soon as he reached the bank, Wheeler clasped his hand and started running again. While being dragged along to the end of their vacation, in effect, he looked through his inventory and found the collage.

“We’re here, Musician,” Wheeler said, catching her breath again at the doorway to the last room. The final cave room. “Now… *rezz the beds*.”

 

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