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Complete loss of red. Black Elephant confronted full on.
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“I know what you are. I know why I’m here!”
Category Archives: 05
Black Elephant
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0509, Corsica, Google Street View, Michigan, Storybrook-
ants and uncles
“I *hate* Star. I will *never* go with the Star, pheh.”
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Marsha “Pink” Krakow was confused. She had come back home to Storybrook after being way up in the air over in Southeast (aerial), then landed here instead. Apparently a whole ‘nother town on top of her hometown (!), or at least the start of one. Was this the future of Storybrook, hidden in the sky only to descend when the right time comes? And — will the right time be at the end of the Corona V Beer scare? Why did she think that at this moment?
She turns. Just like her uncle’s shop in NWES City. How? She hadn’t seen him in years. Axis or Ally or something. Yes, Axis, um… she can’t remember the last name. Her own uncle!
She looks across a side street…
… to see herself exiting a bar called The Trunk Ant. Herself! A different timeline, she realized. One where her Storybrook never existed.
She had found the beating heart of the Big Inside.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0508, Corsica, Southeast, Storybrook-
Peters’ town 02
Certain Death?
Baw Beese L., source of St. Joseph River Lake Michigan, helps change Osseo to safer Oesso. Think Possom to Opossum once more.
“Thanks!”
The “Endless Window” collage changes accordingly.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0507, Google Street View, Michigan
Peters’ town
When Oesso, Osseo, and Esso get all smushed together, this happens. I think it is a *sign* to probe further. Let’s move inside…
“welcoming” lozenge
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A church with double red doors. Sounds familiar.
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I believe that’s an elephant over there at that fork in the cement almost across the street. Sure of it, actually.
The red truck seen at the entrance sign has just managed to turn onto the main highway. Red is going away in both cases as the double red church doors become irresolute as well. Elephant is at its peak.
—–
In the next shot where the elephant also becomes less distinct, both reds are gone.
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There is a possibility for more here.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0506, Google Street View, Michigan
more
“I *want* to get better,” bubbled a depressed Messed Up from a similarly colorful and confusing couch. “I — have a new love in my life. I’m motivated!”
“That’s great, Ms. Up,” responded Dr. Young Kane (played by Axis aka TronAxis). “I’m glad you have a reason to change. Makes my job easier.”
“You — may know him actually,” Messed Up sloshed haltingly again, knowing more than she let on.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” And then she spilled his name.
—–
“Young *Harris*,” spat out Dr. Young Kane later to his imaginary wife sitting below him, more cartoonish tonight than usual but still sporting the perfunctory blue-green hair.
“The reason you came *here*,” she returned. “Where are we going with this?”
“I — was going to ask you that.”
“I think — we should go to bed now. We can think better in the morning. With our coffee, eggs and tea.”
“*No*,” Axis said firmly. “We’re going to *figure* this out *tonight*.” His voice was pitched just below a yell now. “*Why* is she here?”
“New patient,” said Venus cooly from below. “You need the money.” She stared at The Sun between them, the rays. “It’s the Corona–”
“*Stop* saying that word. I’m sick to death of hearing it.”
“–V Drink,” she dared to finish. “The deal is almost done.”
—–
He finds himself in a different place, sporting the Esso t-shirt once more. Peter Oesso now, formerly Peter Osseo formerly Peter Esso. “Like an opossum,” he explained to Randolph the pirate beside Storybrook’s Gatcha Warehouse about the newest name. Fresh from another hand washing he is.
“Possum; opossum. I *think* I get it.” He turns toward the effigy of Mr. Fix It against the Black Elephant with the graffiti art. “So that’s It, huh? The man you killed to get that gas station.”
“I *didn’t* kill him. It was just a — convenience.”
“Convenience *store*.”
“In the future,” Peter Oesso admitted to the bastard buccaneer.
“So, are we on for 500 more cases of the often deadly brewskies? Or are you done with it now? The killing and all.”
“I — have a confession.” And it was here Peter Oesso told Randolph the Bastard Pirate about the conjoined trunks streams.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0505, Corsica, Southeast, Storybrook-
The Y’s
Straw Bear Y looks wistfully toward the northwest corner of Tyranea and Dr. Young Kane’s Mental Health Institute from her southeast position, wishing her husband Blue Bear Y would get well and be able to return home. But she knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon. They hadn’t kissed in ages!
Oh well, she has other options in the meantime. “Coming back to bed, honey pot?” Ralph the milkman queried from inside.
“Sure.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0504, Corsica, Southeast
batty
Peter/Tronaxis checked the next morning. The Esso poster downstairs *had* changed again, this time to Oesso (from Osseo). But the Tiger remains. Him, according to Wheeler. He was both embarrassed and pleased with the title. He still regrets being Dr. Young Kane over in the Weird-o Islands instead of Dr. Young Harris. Weir did he go wrong? What path could he have chosen differently? Venus knows, but she won’t tell him. She’s always shutting her mouth when it comes up with that zipper gesture she found online. So he remains Mars — Marz. Trapped here in essence, in this Purple Marz house located in a sim dominated or defined by that weird-o color (like surrealism). Maybe Blue Berry Girl would know, having successfully removed violet from her own wardrobe, this so called weighty Purple Sphere that poor little Katy Kidd/Kate McCoy always talks about releasing as well in a more mental capacity. A mentor to her this Blue Berry Girl is, despite the continued nudity. Popeye-like, she declares, “I am what I am.” Bulging eyed youths obviously foam at the mouth with the gunn sight. If only Bullfrog would have had the courage to shoot her with his own, different gun when he had the chance back in novel 14, he thinks, taking the mindset of the current doctor. “I better get over there,” he utters while checking his oh so loudly ticking wristful of watch, also with bat wings. He stops looking at it just in time to avoid another catastrophe. Too early in the morning for BOOM.
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“Your — sphere is back,” spoke Axis/Peter Oesso, stating the obvious.
“Shut up.”
Then the ghost of Dr. Baumbeer showed up and things got *really* interesting. He had a lot to say.
(to be continued?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0503, Corsica, Southeast
violet 04
“What am I doing here? In this sim, pheh.” She waves the bat in the air, contacting nothing.
—–
Downstairs in the Purple Marz house, somewhat human again Jack Snow answers the door. For no one.
“Rerro? (pause) Rerrooo?”
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How much for the lot of you?” Peter Osseo asks in a neighboring Southeast sim.
“50 lindens,” the talking battymobile responds for both.
“Sold!”
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Your job, er, Tom — just like before — is to guard it day and night. Just stay here. I’m going to find out what makes this baby tick!”
“It’s like a really — loud clock,” mafia dude Tom Blinks complains softly, then wonders the obvious.
Too late.
——
Peter Osseo wakes up with a start…
… then vows to get rid of that crazy bat wing vanity he bought yesterday on sale asap.
Too late.
—–
Peter Oesso wakes up.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0502, Corsica, Southeast
Tuscumbia
“So you have blue-green hair now, Wheeler. Blue… green.” She didn’t need to look. She’d seen it all before.
“Yeah. I changed it for Axis. And he changed it for me. He’s got blue-green energy lines all *over* his body now.”
“Axis, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s a Tron thing for him now. ‘Lamb’.”
“Not Tropp? True Opp or whatever he went by?”
“The old boyfriend?” responded Wheeler Wilson/Venus, taking another sip and wiping her mouth again. So refreshing. Water. “Nah. He’s gone back to New Eden I suppose. I — I really don’t know what he’s doing,” she admitted to her old Collagesity friend. And still a friend. Mary’s just a good person like that. Shows up when needed.
“You should keep up with him,” Mary requested, knowing full well deep down that Axis and this Tropp were one and the same. Same body, same head. Same man.
“I suppose I should.” Another sip. Wheeler wonders why this is so delicious. She can’t get enough!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0019, 0501, HANA LEI
collective
I kept staring and staring at the Oracle in Henrietta until I became something else.
Now perhaps I can start to understand the thing.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0018, 0518, Corsica, Henrietta
Sunklands 