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00470214 (somewhere in the lower central part of the virtual Our Second Lyfe continent known as Nautilus…)
“Hi. In today’s post we’ll be taking a closer look at New York state, filling in the corners and gaps. Okay, let’s start friend!
“First up we have the village of Malone in the upper eastern part of the state which produced former vice president William Wheeler who served under Rutherford B. Hayes and succeeded Henry Wilson in that post. But not *this* post, ha. Okay, I’ll cool it with the inept humor. Wheeler Malone Wilson: the full name of the primary female of our blog succeeding, in her own way, Baker Blinker. She claims to hang out with Rutherford B. Hayes in some kind of time machine situation who she calls R. “Booger” Hayes and also says is the first president of the United States never to be its president. Moving on…
“… to Owls Head just beyond Malone, formerly known as Ringville.
“Oh look. Here comes Wheeler Wilson in the flesh to join us. We were just discussing your middle name.”
“Malone?” she asks while walking into the scene.
“Yes, as in reviewing the corners and gaps left in New York to end the current section also known as New York. Here, have a seat beside me.” She rezzed a chair next to the fern.
“Thank you.
“Well… did you mention the ‘fo fo fo’ chat of basketball legend Moses Malone, predicting a 4-4-4 sweep for his Philadelphia 76ers in the 1983 NBA playoffs and its 3 projected series? Off by one.”
“Making it a Baker’s dozen sweep, yes. No I haven’t mentioned Moses Malone. Do you want to talk about Malone town’s Chasm Falls next to Owls Head-formerly-Ringville or do you want me to?”
“444 doubled up, even,” she starts again without a beat. “Its cemetery a chasm itself, one that everyone eventually has to fall into. Those who wear the owls head rings when entering are doubly damned or at least doubly troubled.”
“Moving us to the next county over and its Coopers Corners just below Palmersville,” says cap wearing Carolin. “In the lower eastern part of the state we have Coopers Corners again, a location that actually masks the first in our country’s official geographic database. 2 Coopers.”
“That must have been the one just found you told me about,” says Wheeler.
“It is (!).”
“Cool.”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0214, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, New York, Twin Peaks, Washington
00460214 (a new high and low of it all 04)
Time to take the next step.
And the next number. Power *off*!
—–
“‘Bout time.”
“*Sorr-ry*”
00450214
Princess Pinky Gumm had turned her grilling attention now to Fink. “So when did you first meet Fern?” she asked, knowing this was the current crux of the problem. They were still in the basement of her, ahem, castle. She didn’t like to call it a dungeon, although she knew these 2 couldn’t leave until she got some satisfactory answers, banana guards posted at the back front side and side doors. She understood about the 5 and 5 times to make 10 — that added up. She needed to know about the other, the double.
“It was across the sprawling body of Susan,” he explained. “I just looked over the top and there he was. Like me! Except, er, he was a square, and I was a circle.”
“Faces,” clarified Jack for deeply pondering Fink.
“Yeah. And green of course. He came from the grassy sword I found early. That sword combined with my ordinary one to make…” He stopped. He couldn’t continue any longer. The transference had not been complete.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0045, 0214, Nautilus, Oooo, Perch-Mistletoe
00440214 (Kabusie secrets)
Mr. Middle.
And then, just beyond…
“Cary?”
No, that must not have been Cary, I think, now looking at his sparkly back as I circled around. He didn’t answer me. *Surely* he would remember who I was. Didn’t even look up to meet my eyes. But… maybe he didn’t see me. Maybe he didn’t hear me. “*Cary*,” I tried more levelly and with more volume. He turned.
“See here’s where it gets *really* interesting, Lichen,” said observing Fern at their new home near the pit. “Because it’s about to happen again.”
“Mm, mhm, mhmmm,” says Lichen, since her mouth is full of popcorn but she’s still so eager to speak.
“What’s that, dearest?”
*Swallow*. “Ier ssaied, whferef’s Mfr. Middlfe?” Swallow again.
“He’s not in this one. Just watch.”
I was walking up to him again. How was this *possible*?
“Madison?”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0044, 0214, C2077, Kabusie, Maebaleia/Satori, Nightsity, X-City^
00430214
“Yo’ don’t understand. I want dat spool table. Dat shitz my f-in’ ticket out o’ here.”
“Fool. Why the f- yo’ talkin’ all gansta n’ all today? Yo’ sound like Stinch!”
“Hey, Stinch be lowballin’ us. Lowballin’ us shizzle like da bottom feedin’ pyramid dwellers we r’.”
“Can yo’ speak a lil’ plainer, Frank. I mean, yo’re use ta me talkin’ ghetto. Yo’ have a built in translator bcuz’ o’ yo’ goddamn mutha. My f-in’ muthaz from Leeds n’ datz in f-in’ England or somethang.”
“*All* *right*. *Is* *this* *bet*-*ter*? *Can* *you* *under*-*stand* *me* *now*?” He even affects a bit of an English accent to further the switch for his hood-pal Laramie with his present Leeds mother and absent Watts father, hood in both the neighbor and child meaning back there.
“Yeah biatch, datz betta muthaf-a. Naw say what the f- yo’ gotta say.”
“You don’t understand. I want that spool table. That object is my bloody ticket out of here!”
“There yo’ go!” returned Laramie to Frank, matching excitement with excitement and glad his talk turned from murky to clear. Now they can go get that table, roll it through the streets back over to here if needed. About 100 yards, Laramie estimated in his mind. Trick is crossing 5 lane Innocence Blvd. with it. But if they can drive a car 120 mph through heavy city traffic, he figures they can pull off this. It will be fun for a change. What if the police even catch them? What are they gonna do? *Laugh*?
2 days later:
“Whoa nelly, dat mo f- a done got away from us, Frank!” CRAAAAASH!
Oh well. Better it than them, I suppose. But Frank’ll have to find another yard table in which to write his Great American Novel on. The book of Redd with all those pages about likewise hood-pal Page will have to wait a little longer to start in other words.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0043, 0214, GTA
00420214
Okama Majo rests comfortably on Fuzzy Wuzzy, his devious plan fulfilled. Heat back up to normal in his house — no need for exercise to generate warmth now. Cat litter cleaned and deodorized — no urine smell about the place. Wendy: gone. His similarly red topped store in the center of Kangerootown safe, phew!
And all because he switched around some of the language in his report to mayor Golden Jim, who passed it on to town council chair Newt for a final decision. Just a bit, and all from one sentence. It wasn’t that hot dogs from reporting companies in the referenced study contained 5 percent human DNA but instead that 5 percent of these reported *some* human DNA in their product, probably from workers’ hair or skin cells and so on. The words stayed exactly the same. He was just passing it along. If he gets caught he has what he feels is an air tight alibi of that it was someone *else’s* responsibility to proofread the document and make sure the words were in the right order.
Original sentence:
“5 percent of all reporting companies found human DNA in their hot dogs.”
Altered sentence:
“All reporting companies found 5 percent of human DNA in their hot dogs.”
Back to sleep after reviewing his alibi once more. Beloved warmth again. Makes him feel so lazy. Like a cat, he realizes. A sly, conniving cat. “Night night, Fuzzy.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0214, Kangerootown, Omega^^, The Cross^
00410214
They continued their imaginary conversation at the purple shack over at Bill’s swamp. The chest was still there with the photos, errand notes, love letters, etc. stashed safely within. She had to take Mouse’s word for it because she still couldn’t get inside the thing, couldn’t find the key anywhere on the premises. She kept thinking about the huge Arabic number back on the pinball machine in Cass City as if it was pinned to his chest. Deception, she knew. Lies.
“Swamp Shack Purple here use to be Swamp Shack Brown,” she said while she was eating provided soup and he was drinking the house wine. “Explain.”
“You’ll have to ask Robert.”
“O-kay. Then where’s the key? To the chest I mean, obviously.”
“Did you check the sink? Sometimes things get caught in the drain. Doris Drain.”
Why did he say that? she asked herself, but got up to check anyway. “Wait here,” she requested with more seriousness in her tone. “Don’t *move*.”
“Why there’s not even a drain to this sink!” she exclaimed through the wall at him. “What gives?”
“She must have had it removed!” he answered from the living room. Then was gone.
“She had it *what*?” No answer. She rounded the corner. The imaginary visit, so vivid in the moment, was over. She sat back down, finished her soup. No Mouse no wine no cane opposite her, no nothing. But the numbers remained.
Combination! she realized. Eureka appeared as if from the blue but actually it was red. Eureka could shift her form into any shape. And she chose Robert, the lead mystery man.
“You!”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0041, 0214, Paper Soap, Soap
queen mayor
She refused to give up her 88s when she took the role. She refused to wear proper women’s clothing when she came into the meeting room. She refused to not smoke, not drink. She’ll be like any other man here. And more. She’ll join the circle of the general council if she wishes: doesn’t want to bother with it today. Look at them, she thinks while peered over the top of her newspaper, giving all the latest in fabled Storybrook, still a thing despite being destroyed almost 3 1/2 years back in this here blog’s timeline. She can get more information from this instead of listening to those asses heeing and hawing over there about the same. Remove the apple and you reveal the key. Storybrook continues (!).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0040, 0214, Omega^^, Urbane Blue/Fishers Island^
wrong righted?
They were deep in the portal and Edward was her chosen beau, if by default. No more Arthur, but for a good reason. Shelley packs her ring away and decides to dance again, but Eddie went too far per usual and it got him into trouble. Between crests of a wave, this can happen.
But the dancing then continues. Endlessly, thanks to this place.
“Cowabunga!” I suppose.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0039, 0214, Hana Lei^^
Sunklands 