“You’re not red and blue any more, Brend. You’re white.”
“Just like you,” he acknowledged. “We work in tandem. Together.”
“I… don’t think we made it…”
“… past the creatures, yeah. Critters,” he redefined.
“Yet. Here we are.”
“Thought to be Critter Sea,” he returned. “But instead: Crisp. Crisp Sea.”
“Crisp… Sea,” she repeated, more crisply on the Crisp.
“But we definitely didn’t make it.”
“Nah,” she followed quickly and moved into position 06 in the sequence, unable to look at it any longer.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0407, Crisp Sea, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Wild West
This boat has nowhere to go. It’s landlocked.
Hidi is both red and blue at once.
She is not alone.
Later they travel by a different boat and head to the open sea.
Here be Creatures….
Made it?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0406, Crisp Sea, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Wild West
—–
“We must change your name from Axis-Windmill,” she spoke from the side, also observing. But me in this case. A 10 now instead of a 9. Good. We return to Squared Root City, she urged. No need to invoke karma in this place again. No need to even mention the name again. The Princess has spoken.
—–
So I go to another 23 23 — but not w/ a 3rd 23 — in a very different sim, but it’s the wrong time (again). Let’s take W.’s suggestion…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0405, Heterocera, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rose Heaven-, Rubi, Squared Root City-
Announcer: “Ono’s Octopus Balls…
… an avalanche of flavor!”
—–
“It’s great!” said character-husband John Lemon, glad to get back on the horse.
“Love the hand coming out from under a rock effect,” octopus ball recipe inventor extraordinaire Yoka Ono added.
“We’ll put it on after the 9 o’clock news,” said the network big wig behind them, not needing to look and instead studying his hand for warts. He could hear the success. “Test it out on the non-magical people first.”
“Fantastic.” John envisioned the money rolling in like batter covered spheres.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0030, 0404, ENIGMA, Nautilus, Paper Soap+, Soap, Wild West
“Long night again, Joey?”
“Ahh yes, I *need* this.” The kangaroo has spoken.
He kept looking toward the window beside the door at me instead of the action in the ring. In the ring.
“New around here?” asked Lichen Roosevelt, tending bar in this here town until her big break as a singer comes, national anthems being her specialty.
Axis-Windmill kind of looks toward her, kind of doesn’t. “We’ve met many times before, Marilyn,” he deadpans.
Marilyn? she thinks. Hadn’t heard *that* name in a long time. “Well… can’t recall. Many, huh?” She keeps wiping the wine glass in her hand, although it’s perfectly transparent now. She looks through it at him, watching his distorted steely eyes move here and there, sometimes toward the door, sometimes at her, sometimes in-between. But not at the action. Another lift, another slam to the canvas for Joey. Poor Joey Avatar. Looks like a rain of pain coming tonight. How did *she* get into this mess?
“That’s right,” he finally answered Lichen. He walks toward the door. He opens the door, telling me to come in and join him. He indicates the tables to his right. We sit down, no words between us. We watch Lichen tend bar. The action in the ring (in the ring) wraps up. Victor Eugenia O’Neill moves toward the bar, decided what kind of drink to order for Joey to make up for breaking a couple of her nails tonight. Usually: so gentle, so careful. Must have been the full moon, she reckons. Grasshopper should do it, extra mint.
Standing on the edge of the ring, Venusian Joey Avatar wonders what she’s gotten herself into.
“We can do it too. Go ahead and sit down, honey. Let’s talk.”
“I hear the Toasty O’s are very good here in the morning.”
“Talk,” she requested, not wanting to dilly dally around. “Spill.”
“Cube. We found the cube. In Hook Tender.”
Her mouth became an O. “My… *home*?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0029, 0418, Bellisaria, Continent 02, Horns of Hatton+, Horsa, Maebaleia/Satori, New Mexico, Western Hills
It’s time to bring a new character into the picture: Jennifer Lane, twin cousin to our Shelley Lane, right down to the all seeing umbrella eyes. She remembers the bombing, the underground, the… flight.
“Another one, sweetie?” Lichen Roosevelt asked from behind the counter, presently cleaning a glass, perhaps the one she would pour a new drink in for Jenny.
Grasshopper? she thought. No: too obvious.
“Just another stack of potatoes.”
“Coming up!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0029, 0417, Horns of Hatton+, Horsa, Maebaleia/Satori
“Hmmm.”
—–
“Nothing here,” he muttered. “Might as well be another Messed Up 05 for all it’s worth.”
—–
I got a strong feeling that this is the night, Axis-Windmill.”
“Bigfeet,” he guessed, looking over at the tittering squirrels. They too knew more than him.
“Bigfoot yeah. Samsquanch.”
Axis-Windmill didn’t bother to correct him this time. There would be no Bigfeet or Mossmen or whatever they call them colloquially. Because he saw the giant green shoe fly away last night with all the little houses and even the umbrella centered windmill. They had succeeded in loading up and moving.
empty hole
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0029, 0416, Horns of Hatton+, Maebaleia/Satori
Sunklands 