Time to take the next step.
And the next number. Power *off*!
—–
“‘Bout time.”
“*Sorr-ry*”
Category Archives: 02
00460214 (a new high and low of it all 04)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0214, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00460213 (power)
“Sir?” (pause) “Sir?”
“Oh yes, young Fink,” distracted Newt finally acknowledges his presence at the door to his study. “How’s it going? Everything alright with the computer upstairs and all?” He didn’t look at Fink Humann, kept staring at the screen of his own computer.
“Yes, fine sir,” said Fink. “It’s just that it’s 7 o’clock. Time for me to leave. I’m saying goodbye is all. Like, er, like I do every time I come over here… at this time.”
Newt checks his watch not on his arm, gives a little start. “Oh dear, didn’t realize it was so late. Better wrap this up. Well, er, thank you, Fink, for telling me the time and the lateness of it all. And I suppose I’ll see you again… tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is a big day, sir.”
“Please, Fink. You can stop calling me sir. You’ve come over, what is it, almost every day for the past 2 weeks?”
“Except that Sunday when Jack and I went plane flying, yes.”
“We’re friends now,” emphasized Newt from his chair. “Come over here, actually — I know it’s getting late and you need to get back to the treehouse but I — I want your opinion on this. I’m serious. Here.” And Newt waved him over, which he complied with. “What do you see?” he asked as Fink Humann also stared at the monitor with him.
“That’s er, your wife,” said Fink, seeing her image dominating the screen. Fink knew this was Wheeler now and not another form of their precious Princess Pinky Gumm. Wheeler herself told them that during a visit the other day to their treehouse.
“No, *behind* her. What do you see on the wall over there?”
“Um, JEO — GEOT,” he read on the poster. “Jeogeot,” he combined.
“Very good. The continent we’re now on.”
“Jeo-geot,” Fink repeated. “Jeogeot,” he collaged again.
“Yes,” said Newt. “Fine and dandy. But what else is there?”
“Um… people.”
“People, yes. And…”
“Dinos.”
“Dinosaurs, right. Aannd…”
“Um, an elephant?”
*Elephant*? Newt thinks. Does young Fink here not know what a giraffe is?? But then Newt realized Fink had inadvertently given him the answer to the riddle he’d been pondering so deeply about all this afternoon and early into the evening. The phone rang on his table. Wheeler obviously, Newt thought without checking the number.
“Thank you again, Fink. We’ll be talking soon.” He pats him on his shoulder to signal their time was done.
“But not tomorrow,” Fink says while walking out of the study, making Newt realize that tomorrow was the day mechanical contraption Bimbo was suppose to arrive from Fink and Jack’s native Oooo. Fink might not be coming around as much after that, and perhaps not at all. He’d miss the lad if so. Perhaps there was another way, hmm. He finally answers the phone that’s been ringing all this time.
“Where *are* you?” Wheeler emits.
Where are *you*? Newt wanted to say in return but knew it didn’t matter. Could be anywhere in the world… or nowhere. He’d find her whatever. Just up the stairs from down. “Be right there,” he said not into the phone but in the air all around.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0213, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New York, NVFS, Oooo
00460212
Dali Park.
Tall matches tall, as tall as need be.
The (Dali) Tiger that got away.
What is he talking about beneath the cypresses in this wee woods of my Nawt Vaya Free State hillside parcel called Old Newtonia for now? Can’t quite make out the words.
Wait. I definitely heard something about pirates and a treasure map. Pretty sure of it.
Full circle, then.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0212, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00460211 (the 1 that got away)
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“It was the perfect balance, Wheeler. Our Collagesity should have been integrated into NWES City, lesser to bigger. Red yellow green blue but also orange as the 5th.
“We failed.”
“But now we have a way to redeem ourselves,” balanced Wheeler, wiser in worldly ways than ever. The Baker Family here is still strong. And now with a new home. A new CENTER.
Let the butterflies fly I suppose.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0211, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, NWES Island
00460210 (Boo!)
Sans Newt now, Wheeler was testing out more locals and taking more notes while also trying out new outfits, this one called Fern (dress) with kind of matching shoes I suppose.
“Excuse me, ma’am. The bathroom’s locked with no one inside. Do you have the key?”
“Bathroom’s *broke*,” exuded Gertrude Witherspoon from Grapeseed, a person dying on the vine.
“Well can you tell me where the nearest public restroom is? My husband and I were just passing through on the way to Chilbo (she lies).”
“Mmmmmmmmm. I *said*…. hmmmm…. let me…. think… ummmmm.”
“Well, never mind,” said Wheeler. We’ll just do it in the grass beside the road.”
“That sounds best,” the woman said with no irony in her voice. Did she really think this was the best solution? Would *she* resort to that?
Wheeler was about to walk through the front door in a huff when…
“Oh wait, young person.” Young person! Wheeler thought. The old hag had just redeemed herself, ha. “Bert’s in his office today for a change. Bert has an extra set of keys. Just knock on the door — ’round the poster there.” As if she couldn’t be bothered, Wheeler thought, watching her continue to just stand there and pose in various ways. Provocatively? Could be if she were, say, 60 years younger, Wheeler thought, and then also thought that’s not a very nice thought. *She’s*… well, she always says she’s 25 working on 39. But those days had passed. Just call it a Jack Bennyism vanity.
Going past Gertrude again — bathroom’s broke *pheh* — she gently knocks on the door.
Bert, or who she presumes is Bert, calls back in a pleasant enough voice to come in. She goes in.
But not before noticing what appeared to be Gertrude prominently appearing in that poster. Queer! she thought.
Then the same poster inside along with another surprise.
“You!”
And just like that she was gone.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0210, Chilbo, Jeogeot, Juho, Nawt Vaya+
00460209 (Nawt Vaya Free State)
My Nawt Vaya seaside property has been restored after an unfortunate accident that wiped away all former structures. Short story: I now own the land instead of renting it.
Compare to the old setup:
The big thing, you’ll notice, is that Newt’s Big Victorian Townhouse has been moved from the center of the property to its edge down on the beach, replacing that church also pictured above. This sits in a separate, private parcel from the rest I call Newtonia where Newt can be Newt and away from it all.
Except for the human boy Fink who is using his attic computer until Bimbo shows up next week sometime. I think. Then the latter will serve as Fink’s gateway to games, etc. Stay as long as you like up there, says Newt to the boy when he arrives, usually every day around 5 and then usually sticking around until 7 or so when Newt starts watching his shows with the wife and Fink returns to his treehouse home to eat with his bestest mate Jack the Dogg. Oh: Wheeler? Yeah, she’s around too. Just don’t know where her base of operations is yet. Not Newtonia I don’t think. Although she’s obviously there sometimes.
Also Mabel’s cottage up on the hill hasn’t returned, freeing up some prims for skybox rezzing and such.
(to be continued; very excited!)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0209, Bright Moon Cottage, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Oooo
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…
00460207
Time to go see what the boys are up to.
—–
“Thanks for joining me on this little venture.”
“Sure,” he said. “Vegetable garden can wait. Besides, well…”
“Yeah. Potential company back there. You’re going to have to be careful.”
“*You’re* going to have to be careful.”
“Soo… (sigh) This is where it happens, the magic, the view of paradise that boy mentioned.”
“Suppose so, Wheeler.”
“I mean, we saw them head in this direction. No lights. Like now.” Here Wheeler once again wonders if Newt and she would ever be a proper couple. Probably not, she concludes once more, a broken record, a record missing some letters in the middle to make it real. Simply because he’s Baker Bloch and that’s not allowed. Not *here*.
“Right, right. Stayed there — here — about an hour. I suppose that’s enough for paradise.”
“Yes,” said Wheeler nonchalantly to this. “And over there too, that building over there.” Wheeler remotely opens the window to the shack, points. “A treehouse as I’m checking; ‘nother place they go now.”
Treehouse, she ponders. Like the boys live in, with a shared robot computer on the way from their home world of Oooo as well. Should be arriving by next Tuesday’s Thursday.
“Yes, I remember when we were young and full of energy like that,” says Newt. Now just old and tired? he thinks to himself. He’s 50 going on 67. And Wheeler… he supposes she’s at least in her late 40s. Doesn’t look a day over 25 (he looks over). Well, 30 (pause) 35. Body aging gracefully, though. And so is his, he realizes. This works down here and that works up there. Both can happen.
Plus there’s The Abyss to consider, the writhing. Not Hell, but a kind of prison anyway (like Shelley is in?). Newt’s seen glimpses when he drinks his two daily 4 shot lattes too close to each other. 319. Must think about that more. Nawt Vaya — 319, hmm.
“Wheeler?” He looks over, sees the eyes. “I’ve decided to give it a shot.”
“What shot?” she shoots back.
“You know. *That*.”
“*Here*?”
He thinks of The Abyss. So many writhing in The Abyss. Trapped. A date to begin, yes. Start over fresh. Hot dog joint out in the sticks won’t swing it. Something upscale, classy. Wheeler can wear one of those discount gowns she’s been collecting recently, hmph.
“Are you asking me *out*? Hubby?”
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0207, Jeogeot, Juho, Nawt Vaya+, Oooo, SG Park
00460206
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+
00460205 (Butterfly Kid)
Now back to Jack at that other treehouse across the water — just beyond the rocket over there. And Fink of course. Bimbo? We’ll see.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0205, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, Oooo, SG Park, South Lake
Sunklands 