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“I have 9 linden dollars to my name, Charlie. We need to go back to Rodentia and gamble again. I won last time!”
“You also *lost*,” Roger Pine Ridge’s new Collagesity roommate Charlie Banana reminded and reprimanded. Both loved smokes, and that’s how they “accidentally” met. Rodentia speak-easy.
“Now… let’s talk about Parasol.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0406, Middleton, Rubi
Compare with here from July of last year:
Then the other way…
Present:
July 14, 2018:
Here’s the part that confused me most about the orientation. The building in the immediate background of the last two pictures is basically the same, but has been turned *90 degrees clockwise* relative to its July 2018 position. We’re looking west here. Let’s take a gander north toward the same structure in the present and compare…
See what I mean? The “Have You Seen Me?” graffiti on the building has been switched over to a “Razor Bird Short and Sharp” one. Obviously the same “bird” represented, though.
We’re going inside…
Oh yes, this is where Hannah Montana decked up Mabel and her similarly “limed” robo pal Robert Drake Johns sat in the follow-up post from last July (“absorption”). Again, this has been turned sideways from before.
February 1, 2019
July 14, 2018
I believe I know who should still be here now.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0405, The Waste+
She had been living on the Aloha houseboat for over 3 1/2 years now. She’d had plenty of time to contemplate her life as Witch Hazel in the past, and, moving forward, well… something good instead of bad she’ll be the next time at bat. Fruity bat.
Right now, she occupies a position between good and evil — red and blue. Purgatory, in effect. But she’s grown use to her schizoid nature. Soon enough it will end for Parasol and she’ll become someone else.
Sam Bee is a key; Trojan-Durexian War, etc. Sting operation. She knows that from Ruby Fantasie’s Middletown US of A investigations, which are ongoing.
In the other room of the boat, Charlie Banana wakes up and needs a drink. Yes, “between” she is indeed currently. But all split things must end.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0404, Fruity Islands
“Damn this fairy dust just isn’t washing off today, Axis.”
But Absinthe’s partner’s attention was drawn elsewhere. “Says here that this wrecked ship in the water before us was called Nevermore. After the Poe poem I assume. Funny that. Poe… poem. Like he was born to write ‘The Raven’.”
“I always forget,” says the showering girl, “whether the bird beats the bug or the bug beats the bird. ‘(The) Gold Bug’. Short story.”
“I remember.” Axis continues reading the sign aloud. “‘Lost to the sea — in 7-4-53 — by the grace of Our Dear Lord — whose boats are all adored.’ Another poem, Ruby.”
“Absinthe,” she corrected, still washing and showering and cleaning with all her might.
“No mention of the Trojan-Durexian War, though.”
“Oh it’s to blame all right.” opined Ruby, finally back in form. “Too close to the edge, see,” she explained while drying.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0403, Nascera
Hidi was having that dream again about being in the middle of Nascera’s Forever Bridge that ended Collagesity novel 8, one side leading to the past…
… the other, the future.
“This must be 9.”
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Dawn comes at Horenso and Hakusai.
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An unexpected crowd at Karoyaka, the sim below that. Right on the line again (with MogenAi), but no time for line dancing today.
—–
Are trees dancers? she thinks at MongenAi and Shinryoku.
—–
Shinryoku and, just in front of her, Shinkai. This is what she came for. A place of peace and quiet where she can truly rest.
And here’s where she met Magus Ellen at the end of the world. Younger partner Sidechick Corea was scavaging the colorful woods for seeds and berries.
There were no words exchanged, no looks. Hidi approached the meditating man…
… and became one with him, seeing through his eyes.
A boat forms on the edge, a transport. A sim skipper.
Nevermind.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0402, Nascera
She thought the new thing on the tracks looked like a ballerina but knew it wasn’t. This one was without heart.
“Oh hey guys. Already time for another fairy watch?”
“Don’t touch it, don’t touch it,” they implored.
“Oh I know.”
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They didn’t know what to do with him after he just appeared out of nowhere in the heart of Collagesity. Right in the ballerina. He seemed to like popcorn, but kept feeding the little heads attached to his body instead of his own head. He claimed to be from a place called The Great Fracture. On one side: him (he explained). On the other: Nevermind or Nevermore, names which he exchanged freely. Then to the right a person called Hidi or Heidi or Hayden (something) — again when we asked to clarify the spelling it never came. The “direction left” he couldn’t talk about yet. That would remain a “stalwart mystery” as he put it in his tinny, warbling voice.
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“I can’t get these dal garn chips open, Bauer. I’m just going to have to bites through the bag.”
“Alright Jethro.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0012, 0401, End of Time+, Rubi, The Waste+
Mystic Girl had finished washing and dying her hair, actions which gave Dr. Nightwing the chance to slip away and meet Audrey in the Asunder gorge.
“This road is deeply disturbing to me, Mystic Girl,” Dr. Nightwing pronounced in front of the identifying sign, somehow missed before in his investigations.
We must be nearing The End, Mystic Girl thought but of course didn’t speak aloud.
Not needing a reply, Dr. Nightwing took another gander down the long road, approx. half a sim in length. “No VW on this particular Abbey Road, but many *other* cars — seemingly abandoned alongside it, even in the shallow woods to the west.”
“And then a wall running almost the entire length on the east, allowing potential access into the next sim only through a small gate about halfway down from here…”
“… and then this larger gate at the end… actually, maybe a little beyond the end. ”
The Straight, silly, thought Mystic Girl. This is another representation.
“If we could only get through that gate. That’s the key. But we *need* a key to pass through. Another conundrum. That little car there must have tried and failed. Trapped in the snow with the others.”
“We are not allowed access. But that doesn’t mean something can’t come through from the other side.”
Her Majesty.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0417, Purden/Snowlands
It was in Schism where the next holiday figure was found, a logical choice because, like the Asunder sim where we saw the Dr. and companion Audrey last, it contains a significant gorge, longer and shallower in nature this time. But it was on a small island in a frozen lake near the top of the gorge where the actual killing took place. The rogue yeti, disguised within a snow laden tree of similar height and proportions, easily surprised and overwhelmed its prey.
We pray for the family of unlucky Schism Santa, victim no. 13.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0416, Purden/Snowlands
“Could be in this very gorge here that we find the next victim, Audrey.” He eyes her heart shaped ruby pendant again, leans closer to admire it more this time. “This gorgeous… gorge.” He clasps the pendent and raises it. Funny, she thinks. This is exactly what I did to Jeffrie’s tie earlier.
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Afterwards:
“Gorges,” Dr. Nightwing begins again. “Not *that* kind of gorge…” he points to the pendant, “… but *this* kind.” He waves his arm to indicate the place they’re at. “Think back my love. The 7th which was actually the 1st — spotted in a Purden gorge by Woody and Snowmanster. The 8th was ate, true, so no need to hide the cadaver in a gorge. Then the mass snowmen grave which, afterwards, was turned *into* a gorge through excavation… mini-gorge, true, but still…”
“And this… book you gave me earlier. Will explain it all, as it’s happening in… real time? Amazing.”
“There’s only one other copy, Audrey, so keep that stashed away in a safe spot at all costs. Fallen into the wrong hands…”
“I know, I know. End of a world.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0415, Purden/Snowlands
“They’re eventually going to find this place, Audrey. They’re scouting hither and thither for the killer of all those sickening Christmas figures… Santas, elves, snowmen, the lot.”
“I know, I know.” She takes a quick sip of her sake, then: “I’ll try to deflect Dr. Nightwing as much as possible on my end.”
“He’ll soon give you the book. Tell you to read it up to the end, which is almost the end of 4 now.”
“Right.” She rehearses what will happen. “I’ll *take* the book, shocked (she feigns shock on her face here while reaching forward), saying, ‘golly gee darnit (Jeffrie Phillips laughs at her here), I’ve *heard* of these mirror books but I had no idea…'”
“Good,” he replies. “Shocked and awed.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0414, Teepot+
Sunklands 