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00480516 (continuation/fulfillment (opposite side of the Alamo (the other hand)))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0516, GTA
00470516
We had the silliest argument when we returned her apartment, with Lexi insisting that the Allgoods robot factory I had worked at for, let’s see, *2* weeks now was in the Darksity sub-district of Kabusie, like her apartment here, like Crooked. I countered with the sub-district of North Side to its north, because that was the address of the factory on all the letterhead they sent out. We fought and fought and then I just pulled up a map on her computer to demonstrate my point, because I was sure I was right. Well… turns out we were *both* right. The factory exists 1/2 in Kabusie and 1/2 in North Side, with the line right down the middle. Which gets us also to the line that represents the end of this section.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0047, 0516, C2077, Kabusie
00460516
“I was made from here,” puts forth Douglas, standing in the midst of the Albert Swamp Cemetery.
Ahh, the plot thickens, thinks Wheeler. “Parts?” she queried.
He starts indicating locations. Well, *a* location. “That headstone,” he gruffs while pointing ahead. “Head.” He points to his own.
“Uh *huh*. Feet?” she hastens the process, looking behind her to see if he would be vulnerable to suggestion. Another test of character from her, then. But, to her pleasure and satisfaction, he points to the same tombstone. “Same body,” he utters.
“Ohh, nice. And how about the rest, the arms, the legs, the torso, the… other stuff? Same?” she guesses. She moves forward and crouches down before he gets a chance to answer, checks the name on the tombstone. “Yup, looks like so. Albert…” she reads… “can’t make out the middle name.”
“Wendell,” issues Douglas, revealed now as a cobbled together Albert sim monster (of lore?).
“Okay… take your word for that. Then… yes, Douglas. Years 1882 through, it looks like, 1942. Oh, only 60 years old when he — you, I guess — died. War?”
“Just after war.” He was saying when he was born — remade — not the circumstances of death, Wheeler understood.
“*Wheeler*,” calls an energized Bob at the gate of the cemetery. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”
“Well. You found me!” she tries to match his energy. In turning she noticed he didn’t bring along his pipe. Unusual! Something has changed on his end too, she senses.
“I’ve found the cat-people and they are me,” he just blurted it out plainly and simply. “We can go home; back to The Burg. I can fix everything with my newfound psychic abilities.” He points to his own head with one of his 2 free hands. “Mind power.”
“Oh,*great*. That’s great news, Bob. It really is. But…”
“But what?” Bob looks at her and then the monster and then back. “You’ve found someone?”
“I’ve *made* someone,” she corrected. “Back in time. Cool, huh? I have powers too. Albert, I mean, *Douglas,* meet Bob. Bob the Builder who’s going to fix the problems of our Burg with his powerful brain powers now. Cool, huh?” she says in turn to him. He grunts. Wheeler takes it as a sign he’s impressed. She’ll have much time to learn the ins and outs of his mannerisms, though. She has to stay; she has to take care of him, her monster after all. There’s more mysteries here in this big ass swamp of a sim. And probably Pogo to the north as well. Okefenokee North? Could be. Maybe even a bit of Providence Canyon mixed in here too. Wouldn’t that be the oddest?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0046, 0516, End of Time^^
00450516
“Quick, driver. To Vaalserberg. And hurry!”
—–
It was just a glimpse of green through the trees, but for the first time in his long journey across The Netherlands he found he had a legitimate rise in front of him.
The about 15 minutes later he climbed a rock face to get a much better view. Marvelous!
Yes, he was wise to jump off that bridge into the canal back there to avoid going home, he thinks while surveying the countryside before him, Lester and Mikie’s hard efforts be damned. And soon afterwards, he’d found that little fire in the road that couldn’t logically be there, also a first in his journey, and potentially much more important. He felt like a modern day Prometheus bringing humanity a gift from the beyond, proof of its existence and his own sojourn there.
Passing another kind of impossibility in this world, he imagines it riding on his shoulder to his final destination, the place of triple and perhaps even quadruple contact. And so it came to be.
00440516 (zombie)
Happy belated Halloween!
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Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0044, 0516, Back Rooms, Maebaleia/Satori, X-City^
00430516 (DITCH the switch)
Drew Grumpy Cleveland now had to wear 3 hats instead of 1. Co-manager of the Yalta Bar still he was, and then fill in for Barry De Boy (other bar co-manager) and Wendy (town gatekeeper), both of whom had skedaddled off to who knows where. So the bar was self service a lot of the time, thus Fern and Lichen having to serve their own beers before that fated walk where they found the big cube blocking their passage forward, dropped down from heaven or such by the Big Bosses and therefore couldn’t be moved or deleted by anyone else. But the same was also cutting down overall business here in Castle Town of Omega’s deep south, and so Drew had time to nap on, actually, all 3 jobs. Just like Petty in Aisle of Palms — at least before he was sacked because of it — managed to keep up with his sleep due to low tourism and attached cash flow in his several jobs there. Grumpy also had time to study the bookcase lists — like now. He had the 2 side by side again, just like he presented to Fern toward the beginning of this here photo-novel.
White to the left, Black to the right. But, somehow someway, Diablo *wasn’t* switched or reversed with the following word Draco in the second (Black) list like before. Going along with this, former porn star and current nudist Drew was president instead of janitor at the Martian Asylum Inc. business, roles reversed there as well, lowest flips with highest. He knows even if he loses all 3 Castle Town jobs his place on a pedestal in heaven is secured. And perhaps that’s the reason for the highest of higher ups to drop the cube on the town in the first place. To change reality so that Drew is king. We’ll see.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0043, 0516, Castle Town, Omega^^
00420516
“Yes can I help you?” she vocalized, not turning toward the visitor, not bringing any energy into her words.
“Wendy??”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0042, 0516, Castle Town, Omega^^, Southern
00410516
I feel like I have failed them, thought Atlantis High Priestess (etc.) into the sacred flame from her space, communicating with the Beyond. They’re heading toward Shangri-La but don’t understand what they’re leaving behind, Black Maria and so on. It will happen, she knew.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0041, 0516, Maebaleia/Satori, RDR2, Redsland
00400516
“One more haunted house and we’ll be done with Millbank for another year, troupe,” spoke their obvious leader, front and center and gazing inward to begin gauging the spookiness of the place. Toddles. Ready to explain to them what’s actually going on with their now intertwined relationships. Just after this — she’s curious about the final twist here, which she knows is coming but hides the details from her higher, psychic self in order to be surprised. What’s the point of existing if you know *everything*, she reasons with it.
“Doesn’t look too scary,” offered Vain and Artery Boyy beside her. “Not like some of the others.”
“The mortuary, yeah,” said Rock on her other side, and stifled an urge to barf again at the mere thought of the gruesome scenes and things found within. The others knew it was a mistake to take him in but there were no distractions outside like a sandbox or something. He could wander off and get lost if left by himself in that way. But still: the damage was done to the 46 year old man from Nantucket, the opposite of Toddles in many ways since he has a child’s brain inside a grownup’s body.
Toddles looked around the yard: no distractions again. “Are you going to be okay, Rock? We don’t have to go in. We can end our tour here, go back to Big Sandy with the satisfaction that we visited everything except this last building, the most central one still but, like VA Boyy said, not that impressive on the outside. We can basically say we saw it all, we finished it all off.”
“I — want to be complete,” he said, wiping sweat from this forehead. “IÂ — want to go in.”
“Okay,” said Toddles. “If you’re *sure*.”
And here comes the twist. When they all went inside, seats seem to be arranged for them as if in a play, include Rock’s at an old upright piano. It was here he discovered a middle name: Roll. Rockabilly star R.R. Ramby was born. After brushing away the cobwebs he played beautifully, even though he only took a few lessons in childhood before being written off by his parents as useless and not worth throwing money away on. With this different form of music he automatically found himself banging away at to alleviate the fear aspect, he would have the last say.
All this was set up by the rock star that came before him, shrine remaining upstairs. Roll over Beethoven. Here comes a new one.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0040, 0516, Ashton Village, Bellisaria
tale end
“How are your buns? Did they get good and done?”
“Sticky but delicious,” answered Tammy “Beige” Brown, Marsha’s best friend if it weren’t for Lelia, Kellyya. So: 3rd best friend. She sucks the cinnamony glaze off her fingers, irritating sound sensitive Marsha. Maybe Joey from marketing is her 3rd best friend after all, Tammy downgraded to 4th. But she’ll get over it; she always does.
“Welp, you better save some for work,” suggests Marsha. “You *are* going to go to work today? You didn’t forget?”
“No no no (lip smack; sucking). Just, let’s eat one more,” she spoke to herself. She scrutinizes the interior of the lunchbox, moistened digits hovering above. “*There*. You also seem to have my name on you this morning.” 3, Marsha counted. She’s down to the last one. Can she resist? Sucking; smacking. 4th it is.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0039, 0516, River
Sunklands 