Category Archives: 0409
00490409 (Sparks)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0409, Bellisaria, Continent 02, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00480409
Philip hadn’t been playing pinball long when he remembered to tell Frank the big news. “Lexi said, get this, the bar’s opening back up next to her house this morning,” he said after finishing the first game, normally a low point of the day since he gets to the higher scores later. “The Hole in the Wall is back in business, baby,” he summarized, and then is about to insert the next quarter into the machine when piano and Spongeberg inventions weary Frank stops him. “Halt!” I believe he said, then: “Go!” And so they went.
—–
“Be with you in just a moment, gents,” she said after glancing at them over her shoulder. “We’re not actually open back up until 2, but that’s fine. Gotta take a break and clean sometime. Working alone right now, until I can get my mechanical man over there fixed up so he can pitch in. That’s a joke, btw.” But then Daisy Flathead thought: Is it?
“We’re fine, ma’am,” said Frank. “Just glad to see the bar up and running again. Place was pretty much wrecked when Lexi had to quickly raise it 100 feet in the air because of the alcoholic sea monster and all. I know she was trying to be careful but… that mouth, so big, so close! But…, erm…”
Daisy guessed what Frank was going to ask; she’s good about that with people. “How can I serve booze when that monster is still out there roaming the Nawt Vaya waters, biding his or her time? I can’t. Never mind all those taps. I only got one. Corona Non… until I can brew my own Non. Mind you, Corona Non’s pretty good. But I’m conjuring up something special. *Special* special. Our Second Lyfe residents won’t know what hit them because it won’t. They’ll — collectively — wait and wait for the kicker, thinking how tasty the drink is. Then they’ll go home perfectly sober but also, strangely, perfectly satisfied. The wives of the normally drunk-ish, boor-ish husbands will thank me and shower me with money so that I can advertise the brew even more, ha. The husbands of the wives might complain a bit about the lack of buzz but will keep thinking of the taste and come back anyway. Taste, my friends. It’s all about the hops. And I have a secret weapon. Flathead.” She points to her own flat hair topped noggin with this. “All in here. And… there. I’m done dusting. So, Non beers all around? That’ll be 5 dollars each.” (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0409, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00470409 (Miss Ouri)
“Done in by (the Nautilus continent region known as) the Wild West,” thought Can, drinking from a bottle inside the dresser that was his Dream while glancing left at the dangly orange legs that match her eyes. “*Not* a witch,” she begged just before the ironic crushing. Of *course* she was a witch. Just like…
… oh no, he thought in a panic, position suddenly reversed from before. NOT a witch. A decent person overall. Just…..
….. separate.
What has he *done*???
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0409, Jeogeot, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Newtown+, Wild West
00460409 (1 Pink)
“I know this is not the ideal location,” started Newt in earnest.
Oh God, thinks Wheeler. This is leading to a baad place.
“But we kept crashing out of the nicer restaurants in Juho and I wanted to set up *something* for you, something pretty quick.”
Here we go, thinks Wheeler.
“Stand up, please.”
“O-kay.” And then Newt gets out of his own chair and kneels.
“Wheeler Malone Wilson. Will you marry me? Again?”
Again? thinks Wheeler. Riiiight.
But she did end up allowing him a kiss on the lips, which pleased him very much indeed. As consolation. The one time would have to do.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0409, Juho, Nautilus, Nawt Vaya+, Perch-Mistletoe, Upper Austra
00450409 (Frank Lynn (no ape))
Holy crap! Almost dead before he even gets started.
“Mo-fo-er!” he calls after the car that almost mowed him down as he was getting out of his own.
But, rounding the corner of the abandoned Boat House restaurant he parked next to, he’s now at the sea.
Let’s see, do we want him to walk counterclockwise or clockwise? Guess it doesn’t matter. Using the power of the observer still observing, I suppose we could just dive straight into the Alamo and skip ahead in the game at this point…
… but we don’t.
Let’s head his still dry self off east not west.
Good idea in terms of psychic resonance. Because soon he encounters the shadow of a giant plane that isn’t present.
Only a bird as he looks up into the sky to check where the sudden darkness came from.
He figuratively if not literally scratches his head (and his hinny?), then continues. Like Superman he feels he can accomplish anything this bright day in late April’s May — endless possibilities — with not a little help from the reefer he smoked before driving out here. Good ol’ Trevor Philip. He’ll kind of miss him when all this is said and done with.
If only the smell of dead fish wasn’t so strong.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0045, 0409, GTA, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+
00440409 ([delete name])
There’s a boat out there she came in on but I couldn’t see it from this angle. Blocked by the east end of the Harbour Master Building. I thought this queer. Why couldn’t I know?
And which of me is which?
Someone steps out of the Breakfast Aisle Shuttle in front of it.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0044, 0409, Blue Feather Sea+, C2077, Maebaleia/Satori
00430409
I logged out, came back the next day and played the same mission. Edward this time doing the eyeing! The exact same one I’d been stalking earlier for a body transfer. Let’s back up…
—–
Q: What is Arroyo?
A: It’s a district in Nightsity. More on the industrial side (of things).
Q: Why is it spelled the same as in reality? And Nightsity (actually Night City) isn’t?
A: I suppose because it’s more important in its own, smaller way. Or more off the radar maybe. Harder to detect.
Q: (checks notes) Says here to ask about Grandpa Cliffs.
A: The same.*
Q: Soo (checking notes still)… Red Dust (within). Again the name change.**
—–
Red dust fell from the roof in the room in front of me as the TV announcer mentioned the red planet. I knew where to head next.
—–
*Castle Town character Drew “Grumpy” Cleveland from section 01 of this here photo-novel, aka Grandpa Cliffs, says his original name came from the rough town just across the channel, just as Arroyo is mentioned as being a rough town accessible across a channel/canal.
**Red Dust bar is actually Red Dirt bar in the game, where NC’s most famous rock act Sunamai and its lead man Jonny Silverhhand*** played both their first and last gig, swallowing complete.
***Sunamai is actually Samurai; Jonny Silverhhand is obviously Johnny Silverhand with a shifted h.
00420409 (from the old blog)
To introduce: All 7 sims beginning with YEO in Our Second Lyfe are found on the Jeogeot continent. So let’s start the quote…
The highest and lowest of the YEO sims are directly north and south of each other. This would be Yeolmae (north) and Yeongheungdo (south). Yeolmae almost touches northern coast of Jeogeot, just missing by less than 100 meters. Yeongheungdo *just* touches the southern coast of same, with its southeast corner barely extending into the ocean a couple of meters total.
On the below map [see former post], positions of these two north-south YEO sims are marked by an A scrabble tile (Yeolmae) and Z scrabble tile (Yeongheungdo). In-between we are able to exactly position the remaining 24 letter tiles of the English alphabet in order, since the two sims in question lie exactly 26 sims apart. In other words, 1 scrabble tile here fills the same space as 1 SL sim. To me, this relationship is meaningful, and equates the whole of Jeogeot (remember these two YEO sims basically mark the exact height of the continent along this vertical line) with our alphabet….
So finding this Jeogeot-alphabet relationship, I started playing around with inserting tiles in other places around the continent. My first thoughts were that perhaps the 5 remaining YEO sims (of 7 total) represent the 5 letters that only have 1 scrabble tile assigned to them due to their relative lack of use in writing in comparison with the others (j, k, q, x, and z). However, in experimenting further I fairly soon discovered what must be the most interesting additional relationship: the fact that the names of the 30 sims of the Korean Channel begin with all but *4* of the alphabet letters, these being c, t, v, and y. If we subtract the two sims lying outside the main 14×2 column making up this channel — the very similarly named Darcy’s Cove and Darcy’s Harbor — the weirdness is even tightened a bit more, since the same 22 letters appear out of *28* chances now.
I’ve simply listed out these 28 sims in alphabetic order at the end of this post to further illustrate the oddity [see former post again]….
And so we’re caught up a bit with the back story. To the present once more…
Flashback Friday: “Polly Beach”…
… from exactly 8 years ago.
Rat Island, SC near
Folly MollyPolly Beach and Charleston. Present centerpoint of budding, new mythology, bourne in the midst of unprecedented winter heat. This is where I hiked Sunday. This is where I doddled. Sand dunes.
Pirate
BluebeardBluebird involved.Blackbird RookCrow involved. We will see.
Other Rat Islands…
New York:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rat_Island,_New_York
Alaska:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawadax_Island
I was just reading about the latter the same morning I found the name Rat I., SC, through researching earthquakes in connection with fracking. Rat. I., Alaska is site of one of the largest earthquakes in US history. Charleston, SC is the location of the largest US earthquake east of the Mississippi River in the last 200 years.
Triangle, thus:
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0041, 0409, Alaska, New York, South Carolina
00400409
So unable to do so herself because she was underaged and also didn’t have a payment record on file with the Lab, Marsha “Pink” Krakow had to take her place on the lime green karaoke stage of Kenzie’s Korner in Kuradov while she watched as best she could from outside. Marsha tried to sing to her as much as possible through the window, feeling sorry for the self proclaimed war scarred doll-girl. She warmed up with “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor, a crowd favorite from the 70s. Then it was on to “Rockaway Beach” by The Ramones from about the same time period — she was getting closer. Then Ozzie Ozbourne’s “Crazy Train” took her all the way home to “Jackie Blue” by another “Oz” act, Ozark Mountain Daredevils in that case. She knew she was singing all about herself now, like a canary. Canary in a mine? No, just canary, she realized. “Oooo hoo hoo, Jackie Blue,” she belted out the first line like there was no tomorrow. Which there wasn’t.
She’d never left her doll cage. Drugged up by the implant in her head to believe she was free again and her imprisoner was her friend, not fiend. *They* recorded it all.
And then the next night she went down the stairs that didn’t exist and out of the neighboring Rockaway Beach prison and did the same. Over and over and over. Slowly, gradually, the Ozmo Daredevils song lyrics began to change; take their true form. She was beginning to remember. They almost had the final original version.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0040, 0409, Omega, Urbane Blue/Fishers Island
Sunklands 