Soon he had reached the end of his Abbey Road on the west edge of Vail.
One step further…
… and he was in a different place altogether now. Vila. Uncle Zach was (again: miraculously!) waiting for him in his Calypso Tuk Tuk Taxi.
“Where to, Butt?” He meant bud. Or did he?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0510, Gaston+, Purden/Snowlands
He was on the other edge of Cloudmont now, waiting for Doris with ruler in hand. Doris was late. Doris didn’t deserve much sympathy.
But he soon tired of this role (as well) and moved further away from the Purden Castle into Vail, anagram of Vila. What happened to his halo? Halo Boy — what happened to him?
He was such a Little Butt now.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0509, Purden/Snowlands
Core-Alena had had enough. “This will *not* do,” she-he exclaimed, almost up to his-her gills in snow re-terraformed from “default” by the owners of the new house over there. Yes, more avatars have moved into Purden, further distancing the sim from the pristine forest it once was. Core-Alena decides he-she simply must become Mobile again.
Before changing over, she-he tests out the other “purd” sims.
Purdue University Calumet: not bad; a small forest of relative compatriots. He-she listens in on their chatty banter. The tree next to her-him complains of crowding. Time to move on, although he-she can revisit here.
Then Purdy was kind of interesting but not enough to linger. At least today. I want to be purdy, Core-Alena thinks after teleporting in. And so she-he will have that option… in a more human way, that is.
So that’s all the “purd” sims. His-her vertical travels have ended. Time for horizontal. Time to step out of the ground and into the air again.
First things first, she-he thinks upon changing over into the gun totting form he-she had last year. Kill the people in this house for causing her-him so much trouble.
Lucky for them they weren’t home. Core-Alena then moved on and forgot about his-her initial, cold blooded plan. She-he had bigger fish to kill fry. Purden Castle.
He-she ditched her-his weaponized self again halfway up the steep mountain. “More traction this way,” he-she purred, at one with the small engine.
The lust for killing went away with the transformation. Why am I here in the first place? she-he wondered neutrally at the top, just over the line in Cloudmont now. Dragon?
Inspired by the castle, he-she changed again. To a he. Apparently “purdy” will have to wait.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0508, Mountain Lake, Purden/Snowlands
The Lord balancing Sugar Houses.
We know this is “Abbey Road”.
And that something is definitely going on at the Rhino along it (portal).
We know a lot about this place by now. This Gaston. But we haven’t quite grasped the story within the story. Is there one? That’s what I’m aiming to find out.
Zach’s still waiting for Georgie Porgie and Heidi Widey to emerge from the Joint Joint. He fears the worse. He’s been there for 2 days now. But he’ll wait till The End.
What really is at the end of Abbey Road?
Where have all the Berries gone? Where’s Sugar Dumpling? Where’s… Jacob I.?
We know it is a place to hide (Hidden Vilage). Hitgal represents someone.
Why the doubling with the Vilania safe hub? Why can’t Hank Graphite get back there instead of here?
“It wasn’t suppose to be this way.”
Why flies in Central Park of all places?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0507, Gaston+
“You shouldn’t be smoking that in here Heidi. We’re just kids here, you know. What if we get *caught*?”
“Speak for yourself, George,” she replied about the kid part.
The boy looks around. “So — we’ve turned down the lights. You’ve smoked half your joint; I’ve drank half my coke. Where is she?”
“Just give her some time.” Heidi Hunt Ives takes another toke. Again: she’s not really a kid.
“12:36 now,” he says after checking his Mick Mouse watch. “Maybe we should go. I need to get back to the park.”
“Well there you go,” she offered about the time. “Give it another minute.”
—–
12:37:
“Oh my God,” she whispers over. “There she is.”
“Where? Where?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0506, Gaston+
“Well here we are lady,” spoke Uncle Zach, currently (and miraculously!) posing as a taxi driver. “The Joint Joint. It’s haunted you know. That back room. Back in the back. There’s people back there that shouldn’t be there.”
“I don’t care,” Heidi replied innocently with naive voice.
“Two eggs, they say,” he started again, hands extended and wavering to accent the spookiness. “Floating in mid air without any wires.”
“I’m not scared of eggs.” So child-like. Very surprising (again).
“You haven’t seen *these* eggs. Different colors they are. One glowing red, the other: green. Two colors that don’t go together well — at all. And: are you going to get out or not?” His haunted story had run its course. For now.
“Goodbye Mr. Taxi Man. ”
A boy appeared in the chair beside the door. Heidi changed as well.
“Shall we enter, Georgie Porgie?”
“After you, um, Heidi Widie.”
He always had trouble keeping up.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0505, Gaston+
It was time to make the House of Truth a permanent structure in Collagesity South.
Done.
He then sits and admires Carrcassonnee’s new “growth” before entering the neighboring temple. So olive green, just like herself. The plant makes the alien and the alien makes the plant. Nifty. Three again is the lucky charm as per legend: a tree in this case. Three Tree; good name (?).
Walking the Rainbow Labyrinth on the temple’s bottom floor may be required preparation later on but not right now. The Man About Time is prepared enough.
8-5-6-7-4-1-2-3-0
On second floor: much work to be done still. The Man About Time plays a Carl Nielsen piano piece to see how it affects the tv static. He believes that Carrcassonnee will like this music and looks forward to her approval. He’s here to entertain her, among other things.
Third floor: Carrcassonnnee herself. Alive and well. Well enough. For now. Later: mobility.
“Hi Carr. What’s up with you tonight. What you been thinking about today? Let me in on it if you may.”
“Helllllooooo MAT. I……. call you.. MAT. You…….. call me….. CARR.”
“Okay, Carr. Good deal. MAT it is. Okay.” He swings his arms around, temporarily faces away, then returns. “Hey Carr, I’ve been thinking…”
“Iiiiiiiiiiiii”
“Um, yes Carr? You okay?”
“Iiiiiiiiiiiii”
“Okay. Lemme take a closer look (at your eye)….” But MAT quickly realized that Carrcassonnee wasn’t physical any more, unlike the old days. He couldn’t climb up her leg and check the eye, like before. She was still in some kind of ethereal form. Better be careful with her, he realized. Take it slow; slow it down.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiii” Carrcassonnee repeated, but MAT decided he couldn’t help her today.
“Hey Carr. I — think we better postpone that chat until tomorrow, eh? Tomorrow it is my friend.”
Carrcassonnee just stares now. Everything seems okay. But everything wasn’t okay. Something hadn’t been locked into place yet.
The 7th.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0504, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus
Roger Pine Ridge wasn’t home because Roger Pine Ridge’s home wasn’t, The Man About Time discovered tonight after another attempt to contact the progressive rock loving alien. Looks like he won’t be coming back to Collagesity. At least in the current photo-novel. Shame, MAT thinks. Wanted to talk to him about some things.
Suppose I’ll put a small park here or sumtin.
But it’s on to the main event of the night, perhaps. More attempts to contact Carrcassonnee in a meaningful, fluid way. Fluidity is everything, MAT ponders while crossing The Peninsula into *Collagesity* Eastside.
Looking back from the end of the bridge, he realized The Peninsula needed some palm trees to complete the effect.
voila
On to Carrcassonnee…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0503, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus
“Hi Carrcassonnee. Welcome back, heh. Whattaya got to say for yourself? Hear it’s been a long, long time for ya, huh? Carrcassonnee?”
“I…….. am……… back?”
“That’s right, Carr. Can I call you Carr? Like something-I-can-drive kind of car. Except with another ‘r’ at the end.”
Carr(cassonnee) thought heavily. “I…………. suppose.”
“Great, Carr, heh.” The Man About Time spins around while holding out his arms. This was truly a joyful moment. Carr is alive! She’s come back. “Do you know what happened? How you got back?”
Carr senses something at her left foot. A buzzing, a humming. Life! “Something……. about……… plants?”
“That’s right, Carr baby. Plants. 3 plants, but 2 are dead. But that one, man. That one did the trick. Either you brought *it* back to life or it brought *you* back to life. Either one: you’re back. Man. Dad-i-o.”
Who…. is….. this….. man? Carr then thought, less lumberingly and limbering up. Is he……. dad? And…. this…. moss.. hanging.. off. Me. Carr tried to look down at the moss draping from her left arm but couldn’t. Had to keep staring at The Man About Time instead. But she could feel it. And she could see it peripherally. She could see a lot of things that way. A bit of the just resurrected Collagesity Tower almost completely at a right angle to her through the right window, for example. A structure she recognized. Collagesity, she thought. *Home*.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0502, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus
“Senor Green Jeans is a cousin,” states Gene “Mossman” Fade in that oh so grating voice of his after I told him about Alice Farrowheart and granddaughter Toddles’ recent encounter at the Neptune Pool in NWES. If only it were an octave higher Baker Bloch may be able to tolerate the gutty gravelliness for suitable periods of socializing. But I suppose that would mean he’d have to be *Jean* Fade instead of Gene, a girl instead of a boy. Hmm: I wonder, then, if Senor Green Jeans is a girl? But he must get out of here soon. Very much so.
“What does this mean for the town, this name change back to Collagesity?” Gene continued, wondering how it would affect the business at his small bar on Northside.
“It gives it a center,” Baker spoke, the male one that is (there’s also Baker Blinker, of course, the anima to his animus). “We have a tower now. Have you gotten down to that side of town tonight to see? Everyone is gathering. Looks like an instantaneous party, complete with a bonfire. All our friends will be there.” Time’s up. Baker can’t take any more of the voice. He gets up to leave. “See you there hopefully?” he throws back while walking away, rapider and rapider.
—–
Baker was too late for the party, although the bonfire was still smoldering. Police office Jeffry Tanner (yes, yet another cousin), making his nightly rounds, puts it completely out with a special spray made out of anti-tabasco sauce.
But, in the background, we can see the tower, so high from this angle it’s a little hard to make out the “Collagesity” sign.
And even more has happened in town. A certain, special special deity has bloomed new life. Or visa versa. Details soon!
Welcome back Collagesity!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0016, 0501, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Nautilus
Sunklands 