Sidechick Corea appears from behind. “Magus Ellen,” he speaks formally. “The blue boy Opp is here.”
“Great, great. That’s really great.” He pulls the ice cream cone from his pocket and takes a thick, satisfying lick. ” Yes, put him in the middle of all this and I’ll be there shortly. Quick stop over at Iris first.”
“Very well, sire.” Sidechick Corea takes his leave to execute Rey Wisa’s orders.
—–
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0207, Nascera
“I thought this lobster might at least partially make it up to you, Catvas. I’m so sorry I’ve neglected my painting lately. It’s that darn chess game. I can’t decide on the next move!”
“I’m Catvas II, actually,” the feline across from her corrected while purring over the dinner. “You can tell the difference by my fishtail, which Catvas I doesn’t have. Instead she has the wings of a bird. In truth, The Bill, I think you might be losing your grip. The chess battle is turning your mind soft and fuzzy, like Stan over there.” Catvas II nods toward the hairier cat washing dishes tonight. “I suggest: withdraw from the match. If black wins, that might also be the end of *you*.”
“But,” counters The Bill, “that also means the reds and yellows stand victorious over the carcasses of the blues and greens. No, Catvas, er, II, this is not just a black and white situation. There are winners and losers in all 4 corners of the world.”
Then Grassy returned from the bathroom and they knew not to say anything more about all that.
—–
When to move you first, my Queen? Rey Wisa ponders from far below.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0206, Heterocera, Iris, Nascera
“It was always going to be you and me, babe,” spoke robot Bendy from the couch. “And Alberta here too, I guess. What’s he hunting today?”
“Shellfish,” answers mergirl Prissy from her stand.
But Alberta’s greater passion was providing equipment for journeys into the center of the Earth. He waits patiently for his master Dr. Mulholland to finish her ride.
Er… his ride. This may take longer than expected.
—–
“We’re outta here Jack.”
Jack manifests who he really is. “Goodbye Bendy my old friend. Safe journeys.”
“Hold on to your seat Fisher! HERE WE GO!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0205, New Island
“What are you doing out there silly?” speaks Burrb through the window pane at his wife. “You’re 15 minutes late — can you hear me?” Mabel nods. “You’re 15 minutes late,” he repeats.
“I was trying to find the diary,” her muffled voice sounds from outside.
“The dairy?” he playfully replies and smiles. “Down the road and to your right.” But Mabel wasn’t in the mood for games and just indicates the book with the hand in her hand and goes around to the front door to enter.
30 minutes later, Mabel had spilled the wine about Mid Hazel, Karoz Blogger, Precious Snowflake, and the Ohno sim in general.
Buurb demanded a field trip.
—–
But they weren’t going to ascend that hill to the haunted Palmer Lodge in the middle of the night.
Oh no (sorry).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0203, Heartsdale+, Purden/Snowlands
It was a beautiful house, but quite prim heavy at 195li. And that’s unfurnished. Impractical, most likely, to set up in present day Collagesity except on a temporary basis. And Mabel wasn’t going to go *back* without it, I don’t think. So it looks like they’re stuck in Heartsdale for a while longer.
Although well beyond its glory days, the town still retained some interesting landmarks. There was the coffee and sweets shop on the corner of Blown Apart and West Anglia. This is Mabel and Buurb’s favorite table within they’re sitting at here, with the great view toward their house (their house??). Mabel usually only drinks coffee. Buurb sometimes gets a whole wheat danish roll, like today. Mabel knew there wasn’t any use in trying to change Buurb’s mind over leaving, so she instead talked about New Island and how they got here. She sometimes read her associated diaries to Buurb late at night while they, let’s say, sipped cognac and munched on taffy popcorn.
It all revolved around the vinyl version of “Sometime in New York City” and the void in the center of Lennon’s solo career it represented. Slavery? That’s what they often discussed, and, yes, occasionally argued about. Very occasionally. For Mabel was against slavery of any kind in any fashion. Buurb made some qualified exceptions.
“Take the South after the Civil War,” he said today after taking the first bite of his roll and then setting it back on the small plate.
“No, don’t go there,” his wife demanded, also wishing her husband wouldn’t speak with his mouth full.
He chewed and swallowed; lightly smacked his lips. “Given 5, 7, 8 years, don’t you think President Lee would have freed the slaves himself? And the South might have been better going that route. Take carpetbaggers…”
“I *said*, I don’t want to hear it.” She ‘d have nothing negative spoken about Stove Top Lincoln. Andrew The Tailor Johnson, however, was often open for potshots. But she wasn’t in the mood this morning. She kept thinking about the house across the street. It was and wasn’t their house; another quandary. They were married there, true. But they also still lived in the trashy alley that followed from Old Church Street beside it across St. George Street at its front. The sale hadn’t been finalized. And the yearly mortgage would be 2 full months’ wages between them (!). Could they really afford it? Were they digging a financial grave they would never emerge from? But the house! So perfect. If I could just get it to Collagesity, Mabel thought, we’d have a piece of property with no attached tax, no attached anything; that’s how things work there.
“Look at Pitch Darkly,” she said to Buurb another time on this subject. “Look at Woody (Woodmanson). Refuges… like us. The Bakers take them in, make sure they’re wanted and provided for. You’d like The Bakers, Buurb.”
“I knew Baker Blinker,” he corrected. “Or I at least knew someone who claimed to be her.”
“Oh yes,” Mable said, a pang of jealousy crossing her heart. Her Heartsdale heart. “Precious Snowflake.”
Because she was still around. We’ll revisit her soon and find out more of her story.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0202, Heartsdale+, New Island
“It’s stronger than I remember, Buurb. If it wasn’t for this house…” Mabel trails off here, thinking of possibilities.
“We’re not ready to go out,” counters her husband. They were married in the backyard of this very structure last year, but it had been added onto since. 3 floors now, with this being the topmost.
“Collagesity needs us,” states the wife. “Needs my — our energy.”
Buurb shakes his ponytailed head. “We wait and see what happens in the center of the Atoll continent. We wait for Nascera. We wait for the chess game to proceed. We wait.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0008, 0201, Heartsdale+
“Well, Wheeler. What’s next for you… us?”
“Call me Kidd here. Billy Jean Kidd. Chroma who is Jimmy has fused with Wheeler and The Musician. The great 3-n-1. Norris.”
“Norris?” the great vampire Pitch Darkly questions. He did not know this name. “Do you mean Morris?”
“I do not,” replies The Kidd firmly, sitting forward with hands on knees now. She stares toward him.
Pitch decides to enter mouseview to get a better look at her.
Such an interesting simulation. Simulacrum. He takes up the thread again. “So, who is this Norris, then?”
“You know. 3-n-1,” she states once more.
“Humm, Sandusky,” Pitch says, nodding. Nodding off, that is.
—–
Blackness again.
Then falling. He recalls a brief glimpse of a large, many windowed building.
Something was lost. Not just eyesight. Earsight; speechsight. He falls and falls, then lands, upright, in the midst of animals.
Solid water. He thinks: ark. But then intuitively realizes this is more simulation and there is a door out of what is actually a small globe. Like a door from Earth to Heaven. He thinks of “The Truman Show” and going beyond “The Wall”. True man.
He finds the door in a logical seam, and faces a different, greener water. Atoll style.
He makes his way to a distant shore via an inflatable mattress.
On the beach, he looks back at the globe with the animals within, but knows the animals cannot see him. He thinks to check the owner of the globe, the inflatable mattress, the water itself and the beach and the rocks. All belong to The Kidd again. He is in her realm, he realizes.
—–
Pitch wakes up. A brief nap, but meaningful. Billy Jean Kidd is still staring at him, wide awake all the time.
“I have removed your cardboard eyes and given you back your sights, all 3 of ’em. All I do for this is to ask a small favor. Only one. Find Norris the Father. Look in Beaver City, Nebraska. Find him and tell him that the time has come to firewalk between Republicans and Democrats. He’ll understand. He’ll come here, then. I know you can pull this off. Else: darkness again. You have all the resources of this island at your disposal. And other entities will be dropping by to help.
“But…” he implores.
“Mary?” Billy Jean Kidd guesses correctly about what is foremost in his mind. “Yes. Her too.” Mary manifests beside The Kidd. Pitch Darkly wonders if she’s grown taller since they last met about a week back.
“One chance out between two words,” she chants.
“Worlds,” Billy Jean Kidd corrects. “You meant worlds there.” Mary turns toward her but doesn’t respond. Pitch blows out air in resignation before shutting his eyes and falling asleep again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0216, HANA LEI
Jacob I. understands that collages exhibited in Falmouth gallery’s top 3 floors don’t apply to the present situation, so he quickly moves through them to this perch on floor 6, offering a great view into the Rubi Woods.
Through his increased draw distance, he realizes he can *just* make out the large tree at his user’s friend Pearl Grey’s property in Rosieri, the sim southwest of Rubi. It reminds him that Baker Bloch needs to go over to her Wanderlust Art Gallery on the Sansara continent and change the texture out on his displayed collage there for the Jan./Feb. exhibit. The recently completed “SpicA” comes immediately to mind as a candidate. Here’s a link describing Pearl’s Nov./Dec. exhibit that’s wrapping up.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0215, Heterocera, Rubi
Once more, Jacob I. peers between floors.
He notes the similarity of 12 sided figure in Falmouth 21 on floor 2 and the 3d geometric shape of Falmouth 31 in front of him.
He approaches Falmouth 31. The yellow ball Cartoon Paul McCartney (Paul McCartooney) shares with or offers skirt wearing Ms. Lady — yet another “12 Oz Mouse” character — is Earie again, the yellow member of Story Room. Like in the cemetery before with Danny watching on. Third eye ball. Eyeball. Yellow like the billiard ball of Falmouth 18. The one at the top of the 10 part tetractys triangle.
And then *this* whopper of a collage: Stonethwaite again (Falmouth 32/33). Jacob I. decides to basically leave this one alone for tonight. He doesn’t sense the needed portal within, although he can tell it provides some very important clues and tips of how to proceed afterwards.
The interior of Stonethwaite End and Restaurant (Falmouth 35; 2 part animation). We’re getting close! he realizes.
The final 2 collages of Falmouth’s floor 3 also contain some interesting imagery…
… but it’s Falmouth 36 immediately preceding them that draws his focus presently.
This is where we’ll enter, he understands. Already prepared. He’ll relay all of his findings here to Broken Heart Jackie in the morning.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0214, Heterocera, Rubi
Sunklands 