“Hmph. Mona Lisa again. Wonder what that black mirror means?”
“Hmm. The Man.”
https://secondlife.fandom.com/wiki/The_Man
“*Definitely* The Man.”
Then it was different, thanks to The Man (upstairs).
Category Archives: 0311
another guy
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.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0017, 0311, 100 Story Building, Kowloon^^
Gunn(s) 02
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…”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0311, Maebaleia/Satori, X-City^
tv not tv
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.
“Alright.”
“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.
—–
Aliens.
And chickens.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0015, 0311, Horns of Hatton^, Maebaleia/Satori
options 01
“Ready Option 02?”
“Ready Option 01.”
—–
—–
“A difference.”
“Different options.”
“Yes.”
—–
“I got stuck (!!).”
“So did I (!).”
“They’re very different.”
“They are.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0311, Continent's Edge, Elmaer^, Horsa^, Maebaleia/Satori
room
“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?”
“Honestly…”
“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.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0311, Heterocera
HF
“Sure you don’t want next game, Grandpa?”
“No, Tessa, thank you.” Because he was looking for someone.
Within.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0311, Rose Heaven^^
A to Z
Stan Lee (1922-2018)
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“Why did you come here?” Greg Ogden queried his ex-wife Flo. “You know I’m with Mr. Babyface now. Oil me up and all.”
“I know. I’m kind of cool with all that actually. You and The Face. You and *you* and The Face.”
“Middletown’s where it’s at, Flo. Treasure Hill. We get oiled up, we paint, we gear down by looking at the bay, then the next day we start over again. Over and over. And over.”
“And when you’re finished… you’re the monster?”
“Sometimes.” He pauses. “Often,” he admits, which was a lesser lie.
Flo pondered this, guessing it was more than he let on. “You paint to stay sane, then.”
“Maybe,” he replied reflexively. Greg turned, stared at the apartment’s media input with Flo. “‘Hidden Vilage’ is you, you know,” he says, referring to his geometric work portrayed on the screen, completed almost a year ago.
“Red yellow blue perfection. But…”
“… there’s always green to contend with,” she finishes.
—–
Banished to the upstairs apartment, am I, while he and the ex talk. Well (he sighs), might as well make good use of it instead of being all jealous and green eyed, I suppose. Study this Big E again — been a while. Let’s see, where’s Xilted on it again?
Ah so. On the other side. Must spin it around.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0311, Middleton^
Timmy
Timmy knows he most likely shouldn’t be here. But he still can’t help himself. Such a fascinating place. And so close to “home”. Besides, the owner never seems to be around — no way to get in trouble. Most likely.
Display! Like he’s a doll, tehe. But only one pose. He’s seen others of this type with several. In fact, nothing in here except a couple of couches and a lounger seem to have any poses in them atall.
Eyes and brains, pheh.
This rock log never seems to get any smaller. Despite the constant chipping away.
Timmy can’t help but think there’s something kind of sinister to this place. Like evil objects with the evil removed. If that makes sense. Barren evil.
Time to stop hanging around here and go back to his church. Getting sleepy.
Just caddycorner. So close, so close.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0010, 0311, Ruby's Empire/Fishers Island^
tonight’s the night
Young Ruby had fallen asleep at the dining table while reading Mabel’s Diary No. 3 again. Such fascinating stuff: Fishers Island and New Island are one! “3 palms and the truth,” Mabel kept repeating as a mantra within. And she *must* visit this Artist Point Interactive, where she left off reading before cutting the z’s. Maybe, perhaps… tonight? But Mabel also warned never EVER go in there alone. What were those two potheads thinking when promoting it as a so-called up and coming New Island art gallery, hmph? Didn’t they understand who was secretly the center of it all, this Hazel or Mrs. Hazelhurst or Mid Hazel? A powerful witch, and one not to f-ck with according to the book by any means. That’s yet another reason this place should be named Fisher or perhaps Fishers Island overall. Ruby was the chosen namer of Queen Mabel. She and she alone had that power, that ability. But when to affect it?
Ruby checked the clock on the wall: 11:46. I wonder if that interesting tomboy lady Shirley Boot I met this morning when she came over here to see the potheads might want to accompanying me? Maybe I’ll give her a ring. Yes, a ring.
Now where was Mabel’s phone in this place? Oh yeah, she remembered. Upstairs now. With the potheads — their new business line until they set up something on their own, out of *our* house, pheh. She hated going up there…
… because it was always something like this.
“A little to the right, Marty,” Jay was saying, engrossed in the moment and not paying a bit of heed to the suddenly materialized Ruby. “No, a little to the left now. No, back to the right.”
Annie spotted the phone. A quick call and she’s out of this madhouse.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0009, 0311, New Island^
Sunklands 