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May 10, 2020 · 6:16 am

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?”

—–

How much for the lot of you?” Peter Osseo asks in a neighboring Southeast sim.

“50 lindens,” the talking battymobile responds for both.

“Sold!”

—-

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.

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May 9, 2020 · 5:02 pm

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!

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March 26, 2020 · 5:55 am

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.

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March 24, 2020 · 2:28 pm

‘nother coffee break

My friend Veyot posted a timely video on her tumblr site re dragons and the coronavirus.

https://www.tumblr.com/veyot/613479284188823552/no-collage-today

She also makes collages. Cool!

https://veyot.tumblr.com/tagged/collage

Thanks for sticking with me all these years old friend! I’ll try to fit The Last Drop over in nearby Rosewood into this here photo-novel soon. In fact…

It appears to be growing! And I think SEAN is LOST.

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March 24, 2020 · 8:07 am

deep end

She tried to decide how to position herself when he entered the store. Should she be staring at the eggs? Away, perhaps at the closed or opened door on the other side? What would be more dramatic? What would be more *correct*?

She’d been rehearsing for weeks. “Formosa,” she declared down to him confidently at another time — perhaps he is sitting on the ground before her in a compliant position — “is a LOST island as well. *I*, Kate McCoy, formerly little Katy Kidd of Benangatron, have decided to *avow* my responsibilities to that supposedly responsible island. I *do not* want to be chained down by Big Government — unable to roam about freely.” She does a couple of rapid model poses to emphasize freedom of motion. In her mind, he stares up, a slave to her every tantalizing move.

Eventually, they would get to the eggs, and the sale thereof. “5000 lindens for *one*,” she spoked firmly. “And I get to choose. They’re all the same magical being but still — my choice.”

“Um,” he uttered rather helplessly, knowing that would about clean out his bank account. How would he eat for the next week? The eggs certainly weren’t food. And who knows what the magical being inside really was. Would it be yet *another* mouth to feed? Still — he felt he had no choice. He nodded, clicking on her and depositing 5000 into her own Our Second Lyfe account. She smiled, but not in a good way. She owned the boy now.

He left with the egg to now unbridled cackling behind him.

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March 24, 2020 · 7:13 am

SEAN

On the way back east and the original 9×9, I decided to climb Mt. Valis per June Bug’s suggestion — take in a better view of the land.

Behind me while I sat at the top was the Vale itself from whence I just came. Paradise? It has to be in some way, some fashion, but I’m not ready for it yet — not ready to settle down *anywhere* at the moment. This is the centre, true, but there’s more Pennsylvania-Corsica Prime resonances all around.

I stared ahead, trying to see the location of a shop June Bug spoke about selling eggs. Not just any old eggs but 3 of a kind. “*Not* dragon kind,” she emphasized. But magical beings inside nonetheless.

Place called Eggtown. And the magical being inside? Guy called Phil.

—–

Yes, I was staring at it all along, straight ahead. Eggtown.

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March 23, 2020 · 8:48 am

off center

“You don’t even know who I am. You *can’t* stay here forever.”

“I know, I know.” He looked out across the field of flowers — ‘nother one.

“We could dance before you go. I can do that for you. One last dance.”

“Mary Jane–”

“That’s not my name,” she interrupted. “You know my name.”

“June, yes,” he offered. “Like the month.”

“A particular June as well. This June.”

“Okay.”

“Not Jane.”

“Alright, alright.” Perhaps this wasn’t Paradise after all. Like she said, he must return. No short way to the center for certain.

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March 23, 2020 · 7:56 am

Vale

I sat at the end which was also the middle, and contemplated: We all come from the egg but we all must return to the egg.

We must walk on water to get to the center.

I certainly wasn’t ready quite yet. Could this be… the *actual* end. Life itself?

No, I realized. Just another beginning. After freedom from shackles.

—–

I enter, what could be, Paradise.

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March 22, 2020 · 7:11 am

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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March 22, 2020 · 5:23 am

struck out

“I’m alive!” Ben Wolf looked around, deducing he must have hatched from that egg on the dresser in front of him.

“Jewels,” he spoke aloud again, observing the glinty objects also spilling out from the egg. Like stardust.

Better not alert Phyllis Klondike or Phyllis Phox or whatever her name was currently, he thought. Report instead directly to Host Charming, the host with the most. Back in the Old Country. Ahh, yes. Now I can return.

—–

“I’m all mixed up,” he says to Host Charming inside the Mixed Up Castle in Seacliff on the Old Continent. “I must get my bearings.”

“*You* must get your *Bena,*” the often wise prince responded to him, giving his employee a map in his head. But that is a story for another photo-novel. We return to Port Mansfield for a proper plot device in this one…

—–

“There you are,” spoke smoking hot Batty Casey from the bed. “Now shut the door and get in here and make sweet love to me.” But when Firefive compliantly crawled under the sheets there was no one left but Batty. “Hmm,” she wondered, bat swinging around in thin air before her. “Something must have happened.”

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