Cindy A. finds the plane of her dreams.
More correctly, it found her. CRASH!
She was never without it again.
Until the stocks began to sink.
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“We made it Brother Amos,” spoke Gabby, who had barely stopped talking during their whole trip down from Toppsity. “*Twin* brother Amos,” he declared. “Fellow Gemini; no doubting of that. Now all we have to do is find non-twin and non-Gemini Brother Keith B. and save him from The Shallows.”
“Where he’ll be murdered,” clarifies Brother Amos from his own bike.
“Killed at the very least,” supplied Gabby Truth, who always tells. “Hills. Of Bill. Keep him out.”
“Keep him out,” echoes Amos, almost as excited as Gabby about finally arriving in half empty or half full (take your pick) Cassandra City. It was not the destination they had planned for their escape. Not atall. Golden Sink… or even further north, had always been tops on the list. Maybe the Lake District. But something told them to turn left (south) instead of right (north) when leaving their cursed home village via Route 8.
“The 4 colored clown and her monochromatic opposum must be here,” Gabby spoke, half in a scrying trance; not unusual. “Soon at the very least.”
“Okay.”
The brothers got off their bikes and locked them up with the rest already on the rack. Jim’s and Todd’s. Jenny and Keith had come by bus. Tillie and Tealy were walking. Cindy A., perhaps the last to arrive but also perhaps the first, came or comes by plane. Wealthier than the rest she is. Later: the poorest of them all, sometimes not even being able to afford to walk. One or perhaps even two more by boat. Identity or identities yet to be determined. Maybe the Bishop and his center-no-more King. Let’s see, who else? Craighead Phillips seems trapped walking around another half empty, half full (again, take your pick) Bluefield city in West Virginia, Real Life, USA, so he may not be a candidate. Besides, he may not even be born yet, since we’re in the past, before Jenny became Your Mama (for example). Tracy Austin appears similarly stuck around the Blue Feather Sea, another BLUEF (since the variant name is Bluefeather, pronounced BLU-fe-ter by some). But, again, it perhaps doesn’t matter since she may also not be born. Think that about covers it. Oh, I guess I should explain more about the Man About Time/Marcus Fox Smart/Professor Suckaluck triangle. But I might not have time tonight. Have to get to Tillie and Tealy!
—–
“What are you doing?” Tillie questioned her fellow, colorful travel mate.
“Calisthenics. What does it look like?”
Tillie faces the yawning gap again. “Yes,” she agreed, pondering doing some stretches herself. “Looks like we have a longer journey than anticipated.”
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privacy
The 3rd night, Jim (A.) Brown came down from Pipersville to hear his home duo. Owner of Jim’s Club of course, the one everybody dug in Pipersville. Well, he got an earful; realized he couldn’t hold on to them and they would outgrow the bounds of his small venue. “Soon enough you’ll be playing places like the Seraph Club on the opposite side of town,” he declared to Keith afterwards at the bar, who was still wiping his forehead from the excitement. Jenny had gone shopping for trinkets up in Chinatown.
“Yeah, maybe,” Keith agreed, nodding. “I don’t know, I don’t know. Something’s just — *entered* me all of a sudden. He looks back at the drum kit and the circle within the circle. “I feel like (he turns back to Jim), that I’m in a different place now.”
“I would advise you to remember The Room — where you come from.”
“I mean, ahem, that’s kind of what I’m doing.” He swigs his drink again. Martini. Dry as a sinkhole.
“What about the maths? What about the theorems we worked on? You know that Sink X can’t actually be a sink. None of the Maebaleia depressions are. We’ve *proved* it.”
“Shush,” he motioned with his mouth and hands. “Keep it down.” He looked around to see if anyone else from Pipersville was in the room with them by chance. No one spotted. Todd A., who also came down this fateful night, was escorting Jenny around. But that was their plan all along: to leave Brown and Bower together for a while for a man to man talk. Because Jim and Todd knew what was going on before they arrived. The Brown-Bower experiments hadn’t even existed before this.
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repatriation
“So it was actually the very next night the drums changed over. To the celebrated circle within a circle.”
“Yes,” states Biff Carter, still drinking and explaining at the bar. “They were celebrity spotting in that small park outside the Seraph Club on the other side of town, the *uptown* area, when Jenny noticed the poster.”
—–
“Hey dad. You’re more into British stuff than American, aren’t you? More Union Jack than Stars and Stripes?”
“Sure, baby. If we were in Real Life.”
She pointed above her father. “What about *that* for a logo, then?”
—–
“And, as you can hear, there’s improvement even in the drumming tonight. The symbol actually makes the man in this case. He’s entered his ascent. And, sadly, this trajectory would eventually cross his equally ascending daughter’s at the Room.”
“Back to the Room, then.”
“Sure, baby. I mean — just sure.”
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leaves 03
Another witch thrown over the edge of town, Brother Amos Truth observes from his brother’s Toppsity apartment balcony, fearful for his own life. Better grab Gabby and split pronto. He turns.
No time to rent a van in my estimation. We’ll send for the saved trees and treasure later.
And Sacky Doll. He’s been with us through thick and thin. Can’t lose Sacky Doll now!
—–
Cassandra City here we come.
—–
“I thought they were heading north instead of south, Hucka D. To Golden Sink or perhaps even Sink X.”
“Plans change,” states the blog’s spiritual guru plainly.
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“What do you think?” the Bishop asked the King in the middle no more. Out of the way.
“Cool. Half and half, right? The store is half mine correct?”
Bishop turned to face the Gno King squarely. “What game do you think we’re playing now?” he replied sharply. “*3* dimensional chess?” He spat on the sidewalk with this.
—–
They took turns eyeing the building down the street. King went first. King also went last. Middle no more.
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He’d have to enter the building sometime. But at what time? All of Humanity hinged on (t)his decision.
Mermaid or Jellyfish? He’d soon find out.
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“So they began playing together, even touring together away from Pipersville, the home base. Daughter and father; Jenny and Keith they were called in the days. Well, Keith never changed his name. Jenny, of course, became Your Mama.”
“Of course,” I replied to Detective Biff Carter. Because he was an officer of the law no more. Not since Oakley. But who am I? Just an observer for now. Call me Smart. Like a Fox. Clever, even. Back to Biff…
“I was here when they played their first gig away from home. Sitting right at this bar listening in. Oh that woman, that *girl* at the time, could sing. And Keith. Well, he was adequate on drums. Never guess he’d eventually become a member of a major rock band, let’s say. And, as you can see, he’s still got the star on the drums; hadn’t got rid of that yet.”
I peered over at the illusion on the Cassandra City stage. Keith B., bank employee of Pipersville whose boss recently told him to keep daughter Jenny out of that room at all cost. So he went into the garage, found the drum kit buried under a heap of old moss. Pulled it out, dusted it off. Practiced. Here we are.
Biff Carter stared over at me. “I’m glad I found the Man About Time, even if it didn’t turn out the way I expected.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. I decided to test my new catchphrase. “There’s a Sucka born every half century.”
“Overlap,” he replied, nodding. “Good idea. Train the replacement.”
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another
2 days later he was back.
“House Julia,” he mumbled to himself while testing out the upstairs bed again. “Or Julia House. Let’s see, Spongeberg *destroyed* the version in Collagesity, then Collagesity *itself* was destroyed, but then the Julia House returns to 7 Stones, which is more or less Collagesity reborn. On Nautilus.”
He decides to smoke. He can do this since Baker Blinker remained in Chilbo. “Shopping, she said. I have to do some shopping today — sorry. But she’d just been to the grocery store yesterday. Is her desire to move to 7 Stones, to play Tillie, waning? Yet my own dreams of ambition here are growing. 670 free prims Baker Bloch texted yesterday, still on the recruiting trail. Many more than Collagesity had free. I could rebuild my college. I could teach the pure ways of TILE to a whole new generation of hungry truth seekers. But *Tillie* — nah, that could spoil the whole effect. She is a gorgeous, beautiful women. Yet she wants to play someone dumpy and gaseous.” He puffs and then blows smoke upward from his bed position. “It’s Wheeler’s influence again. I know it. She’ll never, ever get over Wheeler.” He puffs again. He blows again.
He tests the springs by bouncing up and down. “Could this be a *Julian* House as well? Can I recover the ‘N’ here? Z to N?” A question to be asking.
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another center
Baker Bloch kept pushing the uniqueness of the new town.
“It’s obvious that in several ways, 7 Stones is actually a stand in for the Fal Mouth Moon, the largest gallery in town and the one with the most collages. By a little over Gallery Jack.”
” I would agree,” Karoz opined, “from what you’ve told me.”
“Whitehead Crossing collages at the top,” illuminated Baker Blinker.
“And, most of all, *7* stories to the structure, working up from the basement. Like the 7 stacked stones.”
Karoz stared over at the male Baker, the one he’s not married to. “How long you gonna keep up the Woody appearance?”
“I’m just winging it,” he returns. “Similar to Wheeler.”
“Who’s — Jennifer still?”
“Kind of, I suppose. You should think about shape shifting, Karoz. It’s a lot of fun. It’s a little disorienting to your friends, but they just have to get use to it.”
“I’ll think about it,” the blue-green being replies crisply.
Baker Blinker lays a hand on his knee. “I may get to play a new role, Karoz. I forgot to tell you in all the moving excitement.”
Karoz turned. “Really?” He couldn’t quite hide the negative in his voice.
“Yes, a short, dumpy clown named Tillie. Like TILE.”
“Show me,” he requested.
“Alright.” She looked at Baker Bloch. “Is this okay Other Baker? Not too soon, is it?”
“Of course not.”
She shifts.
Karoz stares at her then looks away. “Well. I can certainly see the whites of your eyes.”
They argued about the Tillie character that afternoon, Baker Blinker’s sticking point being the unyielding, stick-in-the-mud approach to life in general of her 1/2 moss, 1/2 mist husband. A decision on whether to move to 7 Stones from Chilbo and live in the Julia House perched on top of Waterfall #1 would have to wait.
And she so so wants to play that role.
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