Category Archives: 0512

no Bigfoot

“It didn’t work out for us in Cassandra City, Moe.” Man About Time (MAT) looks over at revolving Homer. “But maybe it will work out here. In another city: NWES City. The City.”

“Town,” Moe gruffed back at sitting Man About Time (MAT). “Check the latest *town* council meeting notes. Here, I’ll send you a notecard.” The bartender was clearly miffed about the decision.

Man About Town checks the notecard; then: “I see.”

“Diamondfyre was the deciding vote,” Moe went on. “East and West decided nay, and North and South decided yea. So it was up to Diamondfyre to tip the balance — the, er, unofficial 5th sim of the town. Northwest if you will.”

MAT was still staring at the notecard in his inventory. “I’ll fight it,” he declares mildly but firmly.

“It’s partly *your* lot’s fault, see. You Collagesity people, moving in here and renting here and there and there and there. Like this joint. Does Moe’s really belong in this town?”

“Yes,” issues MAT promptly. He stares at the revolving head again. But perhaps not Homer, he thinks. Maybe that’s the key. One of them. Removal of the head. But Moe already said he wouldn’t travel without the head. So here we are.

“Moe,” MAT decides to venture after a sip of American beer. So insipid. “How close are you to retirement?”

“I don’t know,” he returned roughly. “5 years?”

More like 5 days, Man About Time then thought. Maybe even 5 hours. The head spins ’round for one of its last times here.

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0022, 0512, Apple's Orchard, NWES Island

search

“Ahem, I am looking for the purple girl,” Sandy Beech announced to the 2nd floor of the Great Marwood Tower in general, a duplicate of our Parisian Eiffel in scale if not in size. An older lady in a flowery black dress at the bakery counter turned to him and cleared her throat as well. “*Ahem*, young man.”

“Yes?” Sandy inquired. “You know something? I’m talking about the Blue Berry Girl,” he clarified. Of course he didn’t add that The Twins were looking for her. No one needs to know that here… none of these bots who, despite being unreal, still have eyes to see and ears to hear. They know things. He’s learned that down through the months existing in this place. And Marwood is thick with them. That’s their raison d’etre, apparently.

“I know something. But it, uhum, will cost (*cough*).” She took another deep drag of her Winston cigarette, her last. But she had a Marlboro pack ready in the top of her left white stocking, stretching it beyond needed elasticity. Oh well, she’d could always sell the damaged goods down at the Cub Run thrift shop in Apple’s Orchard (Apple’s Orchard?) for another carton or two; they weren’t particular about what they take in. Or maybe some sweets of some kind. Maybe rum cake — killing two birds with one stone as it were. Satisfying two vices at once. “Young man,” she prompted, ready to get the sale on. “Are you still there young man?”

“Of course I’m here,” Sandy shot back bitterly. Stupid bots, he thinks inwardly. Always questioning whether you’re real or not or here or not. I suppose it’s a defense mechanism built into their kind.

“I –“. But she broke down here and forgot what she was doing. The next carton beckoned. She pulled up the dress from her stockinged legs and retrieved. Sandy turned away, having seen enough old in his days of taking care of ma-ma and Aunty Jenn. Sandy gave up in that direction. He decided she was just leading him on.

“Like what you see?” The older woman then spoke toward bakery attendant Betty John Hammock and confidently declared, “he likes what he sees,” making her nod. Stupid bots.

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0021, 0512, Jeogeot^^, Marwood, NWES Island

return?

Gabby Truth gave Judge Tronesisia a ride back to Toppsity from Cassandra City, since it was his destination as well. No need for the underwater train today. Relief! Tronesisia liked to stay on the surface of things; not get too deep. What if a window broke and her compartment flooded. Rust! The enemy of all antiquated mechanoids, with her as no exception. Gabby gabbed a considerable amount, of course, but it was definitely worth it. She decided to use a lot of head nodding early on. Then she nodded off completely for a while as Gabby talked on and on about scrying devices, his new car, the weather, the strange flu of course — everyone’s favorite topic these days. He must have talked 15 minutes about the significance of the number 19 in her reading, and also Paper. He probably talked 20 more minutes about wedding anniversary gifts starting with Paper and ending with Diamond. Unlike his speedy Little Bastard car, it took him a long time, then, to go from 0 to 60, ha ha.

But then, the witches get the last laugh (as usual). Road block. Literally, a huge block of plywood in the road. Witches sometimes aren’t very subtle in their messaging. Looks like Yoko Ona’s trial will have to be postponed yet another day.

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0020, 0512, Cassandra City, Maebaleia/Satori^^, Toppsity

change of heart

“F-ck it, SEAN. Let’s go to New York.”

“New *What*?”

—–

“Sure wish Marsha was here. To help me.”

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0019, 0512, Corsica^^, Storybrook

fishing

Plain Jane Phyllis Klondike Phox suddenly found herself not with the widows. In Plain Jane (sim) she was now, in the middle of some kind of pandemic, she sensed, disinfectors all around. The present, in other words. The nearest one spoke to her, holding out his hands. “Now, now, I’ll handle this.” Phyllis moves forward toward him…

… only to find herself somewhere else once more: in a boat with a blanket on a cool summer day, freshly baited rod in front of her.

On a coffee break in a nearby gardening shed, not-so-plain June Bug sensed the manifestation happen. “Another Plain Jane,” she groused, looking up at it. “Nancy Kulp should have never opened that can of worms in front of Jed.”

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0018, 0512, Ashenlave, Corsica^^, Egg Hill Sink, Henrietta

Found

Tronesisia sits out of the way on the docks so that Baker Bloch can get a shot of “pipe alley”, leading to the doctor. He suspects this may be the Dr. of “Lamb”….

But then Baker Bloch changes his mind and has Tronesisia interact with this so-called doctor, who turns out to be an old friend: Dr. Diper, who helped her (and her parents) out immensely when she was a mere baby. Before she became, well, robotic. Gynoidic.

“It’s so so good to see you old friend,” he began, instantly recognizing his work. Perhaps his greatest work.

“Likewise Dr. Wiper!” cheered Tronesisia, just glad to be in a scene again.

“Diper,” corrected the doctor. “But we’re both grown up now. Call me…”

“Peter?” Tronesisia guessed. Yes. It was Peter. One of ’em.

Clanking within. The doctor was working on another case. Another Peter.

“It wasn’t going to hurt me,” he practiced, and then swiped his bloodied knife in front of him again, a built-in reflex action.

“Good, good,” the tv doctor cooed. “*Why* wasn’t it going to hurt you?”

Jack appeared beside him. Glowering. “Yeah, *John*. Why???”

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0017, 0512, Kowloon

Necksity

“It was like it was staring at him, right in front of his face. (Blue) Improvio and (red) Chroma: the same, or two things spinning around the same, pretty axis. And who was he? Formerly Core-Alena the walking talking centre tree, yes. But now: Sidechick Corea. Footsteps outside — uh oh. Pretty Man approacheth. But is she still a man? So close to the transition now. The door opens. He stands.

(Face) scars are still in place but that’s about it for the man bits.

“Jump on my shoulders for the last time, Sidechick. I want to know the final truth. I’m ready to switch over to Jasper.”

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0016, 0512, Gaston^^

and barber makes three

—–

“When did this barber shop get here? Anyway, we’re here.”

Cool, mama. I’m tired of falling into the tv set and losing a couple of hours each time. That, heh, thing *needed* to be fixed.”

“Well, we’ll see if, let’s see, what was his name again?”

“Sam Hooker?” responded Preston Weston, good on names if bad on grades.

“Hooker, yes,” responded Your Mama, proud to have a son for the moment.

“And Alvin Straight, the other one. The Straight Guy.”

“Very good. Such a good memory.” They were at the front door.

“Should have bought a Zenith all along,” she muttered before opening it.

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0512, Maebaleia/Satori^^, Pipersville/Sink X^

perspective 02

The “East 4 x 4”, one of the two most intensely fought over areas of the Civil War, which includes looping, heavily bombed Route 8 to the southwest. In the center: Athlone Village. We must think long and hard about the synchronicity that this very village, with the very real portal leading to Bluefield, is at the basic center of it all, lying halfway between the disconnected portions of Route 8a in Aragonese (North) and Ellingson (South). This whole area use to be a beautiful patchwork of interconnected orchards. Now: mainly waste.

Check it out yourself. I’m not making the connection up.

But then we also have the complimentary “West 4 x 4” to its immediate, well, west, centered by the Hills of Bill, another battle laden hot spot.

Together: the “8 x 4”, essentially the continental band that separated North and South, running almost from east coast to west coast (coastlines not as involved in the war). For period of about 2 years it was called the Neutral Zone. Keep in mind that 1 Real Life year is equal to about 8 1/2 Second Lyfe years here, so a little under 3 months to us flesh and bone peoples. The war itself lasted about 3 1/2 days to us.

The exact middle of the 8×4? The very summit Marcus Fox Smartville stares at in this earlier post:

https://bakerbloch.com/2019/06/20/this-sim-03/

Turtle Hill some call it, because it is green and shaped like such in the past, before unnatural terraforming on one side took place. The Green Turtle to others. A logical candidate for the center of the continent itself, shared between North and South alike. And it was on this very hill the peace treaty was signed. Blue Feather Douglas himself came down for the ceremony. His Southern counterpart, Grey Scale Kimball, had the flu and could not make it.

(to be continued?)

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Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0512, Hills of Bill^, Maebaleia/Satori^^

bar 02

Wheeler investigates the bar more thoroughly. She then found the teleport directly connecting this one with Bar Lemon over in Wallytown Fishertown.

“I was *just* there,” she said under her breath. As if Woody didn’t need to know that fact. “This is about *me*” She uses the provided landmark to teleport over…

Things have changed over here…

“Well hello over there,” spoke a woman from behind. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Wheeler turned and approached the policeperson. “You *know* me?”

“Of course we do, Wheeler. If that’s still what you go by. We’ve been monitoring your progress, even. Pretty big party you had in LO next door before you, um, left. How’re the novels going?”

“Mary,” spoke Wheeler, whose mouth would be dropping again if she weren’t using it presently. She must have been the one to delete the objects left behind. Jimmy Carter, a copy of “I Robot”… Obama. It must have confused them greatly. And they *investigated*… But that still doesn’t explain how 7 Stones could be set up in the very sim where a portal bar was situated. This runs deeper that 7 Stones and Fishertown combined. This is *double* lemony.

“Um, fine,” she finally managed to answer. “How… how much do you *know*?”

“We know who you are,” reinforced Policeperson Mary. “We know about walking trees in the wall, and so on. We are taking your story and spinning off our *own* story from it.” She waved at Bar Lemon and Drugstore Orange now behind Wheeler. “This is the link.”

Wheeler suddenly got an im from Woody/Baker. “Where are you?” he asked in it. “I had my head turned and you were gone.”

Wheeler excused herself to walk over to the corner of Bar Lemon and text back. “Baker, this is important. Listen up. Our Second Lyfe… there’s something… behind it all.”

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