She was about to walk right past him on her determined journey to the almost vacated clown amusement park when he called over. “Duncy be not here any longer, arrgh. He be passing about 5 hours ago now. One way in, one way out. 5 hours be too long in that place (*squawk*). My blind parrot over there beyond camera sweep be agreeing with me, matie (pause). Marsha matie.”
Marsha “Star” Pink halted forward progress and look over at the chatty figure suddenly saying her name, hand with smoke dangerously close to a smoking fire. Pirate — in fact…
“Jim the Bastard,” issued Marsha, taking him in. “I haven’t seen you since–”
“Storybrook?” he completed, voice roughened by cigarettes and sea. She hadn’t heard that name in a long *long* time. What happened to her? Well, for one thing, *death*.
15 minutes later, Suisan also came walking through the tall brown grass. “Come here, you,” Marsha called over, smoke in hand as well now. “We gotta talk.”
“*Sorry* I’m late!”
“Never mind that…”
(to be continued)
“Although you are almost an anagram between your owner and your creator, I cannot quite see you eye to eye on this Diagonal. You are not my ultimate answer. The answer as to whether we, the Baker Bloch family, should move back to the Heterocera continent.”
The horse let out a long, loud neigh (“Neeeiigghhhh!”). She had her answer.
But The Diagonal, now more commonly known as the Head Diagonal to differentiate it from the Heart one, still had power. Ruby had more to find tonight. She’d already met Merlin on The Diagonal yesterday, who, upon seeing the small red fairy just appear out of nowhere on his (girlfriend’s) couch, yelped an “OMG” at her. She didn’t stick around long enough to respond. She never does. The Woods are her natural home, and the only place where she trusts the creatures and avatars of Our Second Lyfe. She trusts Unch. She trusts Golden Jim and Sid and Indigo and Ragdoll. She *didn’t* trust Martha Lamb and thus got rid of her. She trusts the other versions of herself, the Ruby’s that have been buying property around the woods for many years now. They snatched up the chance to buy the old Collagesity land formerly nestled against these woods. Small Ruby Fairy had never met the town’s (primary) owner, Baker Bloch, in person. Maybe it’s time to change that. But first… another visit to “Merlin’s (Girlfriend’s) House”. Just across the small forest from the horse barn here.
Good. She hasn’t been banned from the parcel.
She stares over at the picture of the 2 cats that seems so familiar…
She reads Merlin’s (girlfriend’s) sketch diary and learns so much more. Heart *is* much different from the Head. This was an exercise in mental acrobatics.
“Hmph. Mona Lisa again. Wonder what that black mirror means?”
“Hmm. The Man.”
“*Definitely* The Man.”
Then it was different, thanks to The Man (upstairs).
In human form, Guyd often visits his Grandmama and Grandpapa over in the Kowloon Gates Reborn sim. He’s never really grasped what the place was all about but always has fun exploring. Strange things abound…
The plaza where he first met Grandmama and Grandpapa, with the attached parcel called Assoc. for the Elderly appropriately enough.
The newest structure in the odd town is the Building of 100 Stories. More of its *story* at Pearl Grey’s blog.
Guy Benjamin (human form name of Guyd) will explore all 100 stories soon. But now he has to visit Grandmamapapa. Trouble is, as always: finding their apartment in this maze. He feels a bit like Agent Dale Cooper in the Black Lodge navigating Kowloon’s twisty-turny alleys. Where’s the appropriate Venus statue for orientation when you need it!
It would help if he spoke the native language(s).
And there’s also *so* many distractions.
He gives up for the night. He visits them often but sees them seldom.
“Sure wish Guy would come around more, Alice.”
“You know he doesn’t love us, Jack.”
It appeared while he was working on plans for a new floor of the building. Red cube.
“Aww, damn. Those guys again? I thought I was done with all this,” he grumbled and got up to check the laptop at the other end of his office to see where they were in the game.
“Sh-t,” he cussed, seeing that Cloe had ditched her weapon in a small, blackhole-style glitch and progressed toward the Dead Sea(s) and The Basin beyond the namesake trailer park. “They must have found the gunn(s).”
“All I wanted,” he lamented to an imaginary Aqua Dude on the couch behind him, “is to be a Green Squirt One, on my own and away from my family of red neck bill hillies. I wanted to be happy,” *sigh*.
His former lover Aqua Dude faded from the couch as he realized what need to be done. He checked the game logs to see when the hole had last been emptied.
“23 hours ago. Maybe there’s still time…”
Chesteria poses in front of one of Grey Scale’s new statues in town. “Go ahead and get in the water, dearest,” requests snapping Grey Scale.
“Ohh. So cold!” she protests.
“Believe me, you’re still red hot,” returns her ruler and lover, watching the water soak into the clothes. “Hold on!” *snap*.
For Grey Scale, it was about reinforcing colored over black and white, Letters over Numbers. The former ruler is sad, but she’ll get over it.
“Ready Option 02?”
“Ready Option 01.”
“I got stuck (!!).
“So did I (!).
“They’re very different.”
“So this is where it all ends for us.”
“I don’t know,” spoke Tropp honestly. Opp. Or, I suppose, Septimius Felton in this garb.
Wheeler Misty puts both hands under her chin; speaks more earnestly.
“Did you hear there’s a rumor going around that I’m Karoz’s mother? Did you hear that?”
“Well it’s true.”
Septimius wondered if she meant the mother part was true or the rumor part, but didn’t ask for clarification. “What next?” he said instead.
“We stay here. In Heterocera. Karoz Blogger and Baker Blinker have returned to their home of Chilbo. *Their* true home. This is ours. We *are* Chilbo in many ways. Er, Heterocera I meant there.”
“Of course.” He looked away and then back. “I’d like to be Giant for a Day again.”
“Black hole, yes.” Misty sighed. “We’re playing around with that. Actually, playing *around* that. Dangerous game. Like wrestling.”
“Yes, I’m tired of wrestling.”
“Tired of me beating you to a pulp all the time.” Misty cackles.
“We are not evil.”
“That’s exactly what I told Baker Bloch the other day. We are not evil. We are like everyone else. All the core avatars. We are representations of the whole. Like white light separated out into the rainbow colors. Each has its place.”
“Each,” Septimius echoed.
Misty looked at her ruby red nails. “We should return to Philo. Maybe get another set of clothes.”
“I think that you maybe might have enough.” Septimius then broke a smile. Both laughed.
“Sure you don’t want next game, Grandpa?”
“No, Tessa, thank you.” Because he was looking for someone.