“Hmph. Hidi’s got a privacy screen surrounding her property now. And ban lines. Can’t get in. Doesn’t reply to im’s.” Mary Peppins scratches her chin, then continues to speak to herself while looking eastward. “Guess we’ll have to put up with that eyesore over there a little longer.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0018, 0313, Corsica, Instabar^
He loved listening to Bing’s Song on the music box. But “White Christmas” was over in Eot and he was melting. He’d have to go back to Kowloon to keep perpetually frosty. He didn’t understand quite why, except that he was *made* there, much like Guy Benjamin’s Grandmama and Grandpapa. He must get lost inside the maze, only to be found when the Heart Queen good and well wanted him to for her traitorous ways. Because she was back at it (some things never change). He could room with Satan Santa again. Safe bet that he’s not living with anyone still, being there’s a Hell Portal right smack in the middle of the kitchen ceiling.
He likes to use it to warm his tush while he’s cleaning the counter.
—–
“Sure you can stay with me again, Frosty.” He points to the corner furthest away from the kitchen. “Park your half melted carcass right over there behind the bathtub.”
—–
“Oh man,” he thought to himself. Stuck in this spot the rest of the winter. Unless the Heart Queen needs me. Sounds pretty good right now.
—-
“Pass the soap, wouldn’t you Frosty?”
“Sure thing, Satan, er, Santa.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0017, 0313, End of Time^^, Kowloon^^
A new skyscraper has come to 7 Stones. More details soon.
Hand in hand with this addition, the townspeople have decided to keep the cubic form of baker b.’s “Art 10×10” of 100 collages, locally known as the Edwardston Station Gallery. Mr. Babyface originally huffs at the retention to anyone within earshot, but is then partially pacified when he realizes he can see the distant Whirlygig Temple from his apartment window by extending his sight range a little beyond the norm, as he did the day of the discovery while trying to spot the top of the new skyscraper mentioned above. Mr. Babyface even contemplates attending services at the temple, if any regular ones are to be found. He’s now a pious fellow, originally praying to God to help him cope with breast tenderness while in his early 40s.
And speaking of temples, there’s also a new one in Collagesity itself; Mr. Babyface may have a range of religious options to choose from all of a sudden. I am pleased as punch to announce the return of Karoz Blogger’s Temple of TILE, which I suppose means Karoz himself will return to 7 Stones, along with wife Baker Blinker of course. This was a surreptitious decision because Karoz was just about to splurge on a larger parcel over in Chilbo to set the temple up when townspeople voted to retain the ESG. “Come back to 7 Stones,” then urged town leader Baker Bloch to his old friend. “Free of charge; you’ll have all town resources at your disposal.” And so it seems it will be.
The price for all these additions? The groundside galleries holding the “Art 10×10”, namely Gallery Jack, House Greenup, and SoSo. But, as explained a bit in this earlier post, all of the 100 collages displayed within these structures are still in the Edwardston Station Gallery skybox, so no real subtraction for the village. And now… well, let’s wait to describe some new art coming to town until later. A bridge-maker between old and new. Important!
The Man About Time also pondering religions in his Kidd Tower apartment.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0313, Collagesity Fordham, Lower Austra^, Nautilus
The Zindra continent has been through a similar (North-South) war, pondered Grey Scale, leaving Chesteria behind for now. I can pattern my strategy after that. There’s even a direct character link between the two. Dixon 01. Or was it Dixon 02? Anyway, both are dead now. Or are they totally alive? One way to find out: visit the old homestead.
—–
“Dixon? Dixon Klancaster?” she shouts back on the ground.
But both Dixons were indeed dead, having been one and the same. Snowwhite Well appears on the landing outside the squatter home, old and withered now. She’s basically turned into Maw herself, mother of the two. But formerly: married to the two. It was complicated.
“Whatcha want? Tithes? You a tithe collector? I’ve gaven my fair share last month. Now, run along, tithe collector. Or do I have to sic my *chickens* on you. She turned toward Gander, the largest of the bunch. “Been a while since you’ve tasted human flesh, Gander eh? Fondness grows in absence they say, eh?”
“Listen,” bargained Grey Scale. “I don’t want any of your money.” Not yet, she tacks on for herself. “No I’m here to speak to Dixon.”
“Dixon?”
“The former warrior. The vet of the Trojan-Durexian Wars over on Zindra.”
“God *knows* I know where they were *fought*, foreigner. Everyone around here knows. We all lost peoples.”
“I’m sorry,” backed down Grey Scale. “I didn’t know…”
“Anyway. He’s dead. Dixon. Both of ’em. I married ’em. Shortly after the war. But the bees and their massive beehives got them in the end. Not a bayonet stinger, a *stinger* stinger. Irony perhaps — I’ve heard that word applied here anyhows.” She takes a better look at the grey figure standing proud below her. “You a woman of words, sister?” she inquires. “Maybe you can help me with some words I’m trying to read in a section of this here book. ‘Moby Prick.’ You may have heard of it.”
Grey Scale Kimball was up on the landing faster than a fly on wheels. A chance to analyze her favorite book with someone (!). But she quickly corrected elderly Snowwhite Well on something before entering. “It’s *chapters*, not sections. I should know, having read or attempted to read so many of the latter lately.”
“Fine with me, woman of words. Now — inside before the chickens peck at your tail feathers, hehe.” She swats Grey Scale on the behind and sends her reeling inside.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0015, 0313, Horns of Hatton^, Maebaleia/Satori, Omega^^
“Come on, Preston Weston. It’s time to go into town.”
“Aww, Maww. Do I have to? I always get burrs on me passing through that small forest on the the way, heh.”
“Now, now. That cute, little Felicia Mae Appletree might be at the laundromat, hmmm?”
And her *mother*, Preston thinks. Saturdays are *so* cool. He resets his zapper gun to smooch mode. “Okay. You talked me into it.”
—–
“Almost there, Preston,” Your Mama encourages.
“Jeez! Dang burrs.”
—–
I’m just going to pass that place by, Your Mama thinks when stepping onto Brown Street, named for 1/2 of the famed Brown-Bower team of Sinkologists. What put Pipersville on the map!
And those too.
“Jeez, Ma. Walk on the sidewalk will ya.” But she didn’t want to get too close to any of those doors over there. Too tempting…
—–
“What happened to the laundromat?” Your Mama asked aloud.
“Creepers Ma, I-I don’t know.”
She throws her sack of clothes down in the middle of the road in disgust. “And no water in the sinkhole (as a backup). Damn sinkhole.”
“Maa!” Preston protests, knowing you’re not suppose to cuss that sacred cow ’round these here parts. He scans the area to see if anyone overheard the faux pas. Your Mama cusses again. And again, beginning to stomp on the sack of soiled clothes with all her might. “STINKING SINK HOOOOLLLE!” she hollars in crescendo, then collapses beside the battered sack, crying. Preston goes over and tries to comfort in his own, special way. “Aww maa. Not the tears again. Did, heh, I ever tell you how Antarctica became frozen?”
“Preston, dear, please. Not now.” Not ever, she thought. Because she’d made up her mind. She was leaving.
—–
Spiky-headed Craighead Phillips shut the book. “And that’s how Preston Weston got lost in his dreams, Katy. No tether to reality any longer. The End.”
Tracy Austin (Clown) weighed in. “I don’t think that’s an appropriate book for a child, dear.”
“I disagree,” gruffed Phillips in his whiney voice. “It’s got kids written all over it.”
“One kid.”
“Yeah, Dad,” offered Katy, wise beyond her years (but, after all, not a kid at the core). “Couldn’t you, I don’t know, chip in or something? He was *your* son after all.”
“Yes,” spoke Tracy again. “I agree. One of your Options should have been chipping in.”
Phillips sighed, realizing he’d have to go back in time again and switch things around. Damn sinkhole.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0313, Maebaleia/Satori, Pipersville/Sink X^, White Horse Village^
Deciding to stay on the same level and not head up or down, Hucka Doobie realizes (Stonethrow’s) all a big code. Newfoundland. Red Door again. Moss.
It starts with Spongeberg in his teepee and ends with Mossman (perhaps Gene Fade, again) and his TOYS.
Open your eyes.
In perhaps related news: They’ve grown!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0313, Rubi^
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“Steppiing out off that ridiiculouss tableauu noww my pointt iis maade…”
“I amm *heere* Rosehaveen. You cannot gett rid off me noww.”
“Sea Monsterrs! Twoo evenn.”
“Butt it iis snoow noww. I do nott liike snoow. I will return iin Maarch, yess.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0313, Rose Heaven^^
“HI.”
Oh God, she thinks. *That* one.
—-
“After you.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0313, Middleton^
They instantly hit it off. Ruby showed Timmy how to learn about land through the About Land description, and to see if they could rezz objects on such land and how long their stuff would stick around when rezzed if so. Also if other people could see them from other parcels, and visa versa. Ruby became a mentor to the 11 1/2 year old boy. So much like me at that age, Ruby thought. And as plain looking as me back then too! But Ruby dreamed that Timmy’s simple features would mature with the passage into teenage years, sort of like what happened to her (she supposed). Yes, she could dream.
But tonight was a lesson in skyboxes. Although Timmy had seen things floating in the air, he always assumed the main build of any parcel was set firmly on the ground. Why build in the sky when you can terraform? Timmy at least knew about that Second Lyfe skill, since his father was a professional landscaper back in the continent’s Mountain Lake country where he’s from, as he explained to Ruby one day while pointing eastward. So that was kind of a mental block to him appreciating the *verticality* of Second Lyfe, which is also so much different than our own Real Life world. We do not build in the air except when first secured to the ground.
And falling! Ruby demonstrated by flying high high high — way beyond sight — and just shutting off the flight powers and tumbling back to the Earth. To still earthbound Timmy’s amazement, she just got up and dusted herself off, unharmed in any way. “Wow,” he then said. “Do you think the doll people escaped by flying up in the air? Maybe their doll master was as dumb as me about such things!” Timmy here was referring to information learned from the About Land description for the peculiar warehouse caddycorner to his (and Ruby’s!) church on the empire property — where they were at the time, actually. “And this otherworldly giant who plays with their cases — might he still be around?” Ruby patiently explained that, to her, this “otherworldly giant” also mentioned in the land’s description is obviously a user.
“A what??” exclaimed Timmy.
“A user,” Ruby said. “We all have one. We also all have a core avatar our particular user *uses* to transfer from World Number 01 to World Number 02 — this one. I had to learn about my core avatar when I came through the Rabbit Hole over on New Island.”
“The one you told me about, yeah,” said Timmy, nodding his rounded head. “The one before Fisher’s Island. But what about Meat City?” He points west this time.
“That my child friend is a place we cannot go into at this point. Not until you mature more.” She studied his face again while they stood in front of that warehouse. So different from Tin Tin’s, who she had gotten use to in the past several weeks. No bevel in the middle obviously.
And such a tall boy for his age! Ruby soon concluded from this and other evidence that Timmy was actually a doll himself, somehow left behind by the others of his kind and adopted by kindly mountain folk. It was disappointing — mostly, she admitted to herself, because it ruled out the possibility of a future lover upon maturity. Timmy’s face would never change from this. He would never get older because he wasn’t really biological. But this might be his saving grace later on.
From his perspective at the time, Timmy was wondering about Ruby’s spiral etched wooden leg and the story behind it. Turns out… well, let’s save that for another night.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0010, 0313, Ruby's Empire/Fishers Island^
Fisher soon gets a part time job DJ-ing at the local Elephant Club to help support his religious, artistic, and recreational causes, but usually only one dancer showed up: perpetually bopp’n and popp’n Annie, always attracted to a New Island beat and often freshly landed from the latest High Castle abduction.
Still — alternating between Roger Pine Ridge’s hit single “Time” and its flip side of “Beach” tonight upon her request — he imagines the tips piling up.
Just for the, um, record, the father of Corsican gal Laverne Glam owns both this club (named for the trademark shape of his home continent) and neighboring Bumpy’s Ice Cream Village his daughter works at. Hopefully we’ll be able to fit in more of their interesting New Island story soon.
But right now we must return to the Fisher and Bendy show…
—–
“I remember the first time we met. That chess shack back in VHC City.”
“It was an ice fishing shack that just happened to have a chess set laid out inside,” Fisher corrected. “And it was the *last* time we met.”
“Oh. Right. Forgot.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0009, 0313, New Island^
Sunklands 