“We’ll never make it across the bay today, Rabbit 01.”
“It’s already done, Rabbit 02.”
“Here they come.”
“And there they go.”
Category Archives: 0510
treed
Marion Harding sometimes went back to Unity Pond where the breakdowns were first noted. No sign of them today, however. Maybe they went away? Doubtful, though, he then realized, taking a last toke before throwing away the remainder of his joint into the murky waters. The aberrations would return.
He had smoked enough. Time to meet Golden Joe in the tree.
—–
“Rubles. Barney Rubles,” the golden head answered to Marion Harding’s first question in his deep, ghetto voice, which was: “What do I do with the ring, the core?” Maybe he didn’t phrase it succinctly enough (even though he did). He tried again, simpler this time. “Why am I here?” Golden Joe sprouted closer to him out of the tree limb so that he could look directly into Marion’s eyes. “Let’s talk more face to face, man. Marion Man.”
—–
Golden Joe winked out again. The tree changed. Marion could feel the energy elevate all around him. He stood up to take in the panorama. Various types of different, colorful plants had sprung out of its limbs now.
Marion felt he was home. Home at last. Not the fishing shack over in Horizons-Spica. But here. He must remember this feeling later, he said to himself. Don’t forget. Don’t forget.
He walked down the limb he was on into one of the tree’s main joints. A patio appeared to his left, connected to it by a long, descending ramp. All was translucent green crystal.
Someone called. “Marion, I’m down here, bud!” Distinctly the voice of Golden Joe again, but more feminine and less Godly and booming. Matching more the full name of the, er, character, he realized: Josephine.
Lured by the summon, Marion headed downward. He’d have to also remember the blend of pot he was smoking today, a weaving he called it while improvising the mix. Good work me!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0510, Capitol City-, Gaeta V
two spots in one
He transforms and walks two floors up.
“Oh. It’s just you Karoz,” says a relieved Billie. “What are you doing here?”
“Playing with my ring you gave me.”
“No. I mean, what are you doing *here*? In my spot?”
“I was just parking my ring, er, my truck at the most logical spot in town.” He turned and looked at the latest post as well. “Nifty, eh? Found it on the SL Marketplace for free. But — strange thing — I found it through Casey.”
“Who’s Casey?” asked Billie Jean Kidd
“I white out in that direction,” Karoz admitted to the child. He looked around. “So this is where you live.”
“Yeah. Kidd Tower. Lower 1/3rd anyway.” The Kidd, who is not really a kid atall, tries not to stare at his Green Lantern underwear also found on the marketplace for fear of giggling. “So you were just parking your truck, eh?”
“Yeah. And your house came crashing down on me. I could have been killed!”
“Not possible.” Billie finally couldn’t restrain herself and bursts out laughing. Karoz was standing just too close.
“What’s so funny?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0510, Jeogeot, Middleton
losing
Paul had returned from Rocky’s market with another load of supplies. Wheeler was waiting.
“You’re not a clown,” he observed after walking up.
“No, I have periods of reprieve.”
“Where’s the wife?”
“Fishing,” Wheeler responds. “Over there on the edge.” She points in the appropriate direction. “Chasm Deep. Fo fo fo, hehe. She’s trying to regain her memories. Thought angling would help.”
“Clownfish are hard to catch,” offers Paul, looking over at Mary. “Small and wirey. Not good eating either.”
“Jamie said she saw a shark down there once. I didn’t know whether to believe her.”
“We don’t talk about Jamie,” Paul reproved.
“Oh right.” Wheeler changed the subject. “How’s Aboveland? I’ll go back sometime. But not this month.”
“Above’s okay. Rocky says hello.” Paul then saw something else. “Hey, where’d you get the ring?”
Wheeler quickly puts her hands behind her head. “Oh I found it. Beyond the chasm. What do you call that place? Owls Head.” Paul nods here. “Just laying there on the white surface.”
But the green jewel of the ring had no owl signet on it. Just a “plain” emerald. Astarte had lost some ground on Lapara. Time to up the stakes.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0510, Heterocera, Lapara
Church
Baker Bloch changed into Pitch Darkly and summoned Buster Damm to the scene. They couldn’t think of anywhere else to go, so they took her to a nearby church just on the other side of the woods. Tronesisia and Mary were supposedly still out of town. VHC City was not safe any longer. King Orange’s place was too close to the edge for comfort. No, it would have to be the church. The real Clare Nova’s church.
The next day, after a good night’s rest in a barrel bed located on the second floor, Wheeler felt a little better. “You called me Clare,” she said to Pitch Darkly, sitting in a nearby chair. Damm was out gathering firewood in the forest. “I distinctly remember your voice saying the name Clare in alarm. You thought I was dead.”
“Actually, at first I thought you were Mary. But, yeah, I did say Clare. I’m not sure why. I knew you were the person in the picture.”
“What picture?” asks Wheeler.
Pitch uncrossed his legs. “Never mind that right now; I’ll show you later. First you must get better. That was a nasty collision you had with that tree.”
“Hallo-ween tree,” she said.
“That’s right. Nowhere near Christmas. I don’t know why you were there. Do you remember your name now?” Pitch looked at her keenly.
“I’m Wheeler. My name is Wheeler. Wheeler Wilson.”
“That’s it,” says Pitch Darkly, encouraged.
“Or is it Wilson Wheeler?”
—–
“Very sad,” Pitch said to Buster later after they’d shared a meal of fruit and vegetables downstairs. “It’s as if she’s stuck between regular and reverse times.”
“She must have made successful contact with the shadow being.” Buster looks around the room. “Sure are a lot of bear images around here, Pitch. And more in the woods — real ones. There’s a cave if you haven’t noticed. Bear cave. Thing shocked me when I went inside and turned to the right. But she’s a right fine fellow. Name’s Abigail. But she’s mad as hell at the real Clare Nova. She’s hunted her kind. For example, look to your right.”
“I know. I’ve seen it over there.”
“And your left.”
“Appears to be circus related,” guessed Pitch. “Clowns… bears. We’re moving closer to the truth.”
“Wheeler may not fully come out of it for a while,” said Buster, sighing.
“We may have to keep her here,” suggests Pitch. “Nowhere left to turn.”
“And danger all around.” Buster scans the room again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0004, 0510, Heterocera, VHC City
Precious
Holding back, Urch found Precious Snowflake upstairs sitting in front of the mission’s computer console. She was unsure of her feelings about the small, beautiful blue fairy lady. Urch had known for quite some time that she preferred girls over boys, and initially she certainly had a crush on Precious that wouldn’t stop. But now this had started to change or morph. A dream being had come into her life.
“I know you’re over there, Urch. Your stomach!”
Urch laughed about her tummy rumblings. Hard to tell when they’re coming from inside you if others can hear them. Now she knows.
“And about the dreams — you’ll be happy to learn that some of them are already recorded, as I’m reading now. (But) the girl you took into the woods is looking for you in the wrong place. I see an island lit, or I should say, *un*lit by a new moon. Darkness all around. The girl is in darkness.” She turns toward Urch; such a beautiful face, she thinks. “You must find her or all is lost.”
“I *want* to,” speaks Urch. “But how?”
Precious was frank. “Do you still love me?”
“Of course,” states Urch.
“But not in that way any longer,”
“I don’t know,” says Urch. “We haven’t done anything to, um, consumate it.”
“You know I am untouchable,” replies Precious Snowflake. “If you need pleasure in that manner there’s always Tronesisia. She was built for all that.”
“Not interested again,” replies Urch, having heard this suggestion quite a number of times now from various camp members.
“Do you know who I am? Who I *really* am?” She turned toward Urch.
“You are Precious Snowflake,” Urch says routinely. “You are yet another refuge in our camp, having come here after the great war that saw Bennington and Ob-blong combine forces against Fairywold.”
“Yes, I am that. I want to show you something. Have you seen my bones?” She shows Urch her “bones.”
“Quite a number of times,” Urch replied. “Still not sure what it means.”
“And my skeleton?” Her figure then alters even more into blue abstraction.
“Several times, yes,” Urch states.
“And how about *this*?”
Pink had switched with blue. It was a new development to Urch. “No,” she replies. “I haven’t seen you change even more beyond the bones and skeleton. Who are you?”
“Guess.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0003, 0510, Heterocera, Rubi
Sunklands 