“What happened to Starbuccanneer Barista?” asked Baker Bloch/Pitch Darkly. “I wanted to show her my new look.”
“I’m Cindy,” answered the new SoSo Mall coffee shop barista. “I have a girlfriend also named Cindy. So don’t try me.”
“Alright. But to my original point.”
Cindy points up, down, all around. “You missed out on the witch.”
Possessed, Baker/Pitch realizes. Just like the old one.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0505, Heterocera, Rubi
Understanding that Even Whiter Walt’s Mary is most likely not coming back to him, Pitch Darkly decides to visit her creator’s place over on the Gaeta continent to purchase another Mary. What’s his limit for a wife, though? 50 lindens? 100? 150 even?
“Mary?”
Turns out to be just some kind of faceless witch that has the same body type as his former lover.
Pitch rather quickly determined that Mary’s creator is kind of one crazy dude (or dudette). This would be Ponsonby Low, reminding the ancient vampire that his alt ego Baker Bloch originally served an alien named Mr. Low when first manifesting in this world (Second Life) way back in 2008. Any connection? he wondered. In checking, Pitch didn’t find much information about the current Mr. Low except that his user works in publishing in RL, and that he was also born in 2008 like the male Baker. Another older soul here.
Pitch doesn’t quite know what to make of this place. And so much more to look at! But he must remember his mission of finding another Mary.
Pitch gets tired from running around and sits a spell at a complexly designed fountain.
He found her! At least the angling version. “Mary?” he speaks. No answer. This one isn’t animated. At least yet. But the figure is not for sale and he moves on.
He can buy a pointing witch wife for 50 lindens who looks a lot like Mary, once more. But witches and vampires traditionally don’t get along.
40 lindens for this warrior who has Mary’s face. *Is* this Mary? He calls again. No answer. And he’s afraid of pointed objects.
“How ’bout you sweetie, hehe. Wanna go out with me?” Pitch pauses. “Okay, be that way.” He keeps moving.
Finally he spots the real Mary — both of them, in fact — at the end of another of those narrow, rainbow colored bridges that dot the place. He runs down.
“I’m *so* glad to see the two of you! It’s been so long.” But like all the other figures he’s met, the Marys remain silent. He checks the price. 60 lindens for the both of them. Quite reasonable. But for some reason a picture of Tronesisia forms in his mind. “Don’t do it,” she calls. “Wait for me. I’m coming.”
Pitch returns home to Collagesity and his Darkly Manor still without a Mary. He’s landmarked the place where they are. He can return at any time and make the purchase. But maybe, just maybe, he’s outgrown the desire for mere “dolls” for girlfriends and needs a real avatar lady this time. Someone like Tronesisia? But she’s with Peter SoSo, isn’t she? Robots and vampires — he hasn’t heard anything bad about that particular mixture of species.
He sits on the thought.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0504, Clemscott-, Gaeta V, Heterocera, Rubi
The place was way too dangerous for George, so Duncan had a go at it alone. He teleported into the very center of the sim just like the characters in the blog suggested — this Central Park.
But it seems George might have already been here! Duncan thinks, looking at what he supposed was a child’s fort. It wasn’t.
Duncan unwisely walks into Main Street from his concealed position in the park. Now if I remember correctly, he deliberates, the police station will be up here to the right.
It was a little longer trip than expected in risky territory, but then he was upon it. Potential sugar house! Hard to even tell it was a police station from the ground level.
Qwirty21 smiles at him from behind some walls. Best to get inside as quick as possible, he realizes, and walks through the main door.
But the barred entrance to the inner sanctum of the station was locked. Duncan decided to wait in the reception area until a policeperson or other employee showed up, so’s he could hopefully get some of the story behind the structure.
Brushing aside a couple more propositions from the outside for the next hour, Duncan then watches Sugar Dumpling enter the station in a huff, beating her rolling pin repeatedly against an open palm.
“I’ve been waiting for one of you to show up and stay a while, ” she started. “Where is he? What have you done with my Jacob?!”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0503, Gaston+
“You’ve been here a pretty long time in VHC City Duncan,” speaks the boy George. “Don’t you miss home?”
“Bermingham? Sure. But I have an obligation to The Bakers to remain here and wait for a story. You too. So we just stay put here. Hear?”
George sighs. “I guess so. Can’t we at least go back to the (PCH Forest)? I’ve heard the tower has some new things on the top floor. Let’s go look.”
Duncan realizes he can’t keep the kid cooped up in this apartment all the time. Else he’ll drive *him* crazy. “All right,” he says. “But just for an hour. One hour,” he reinforces.
—–
“You happy now George?”
“Yes! I want to stay *here*. Why not?”
“You know why not,” returns Duncan Avocado. “We’re not inside the Sphere here. We’re unprotected. We’re suspect to derezzing. In order to be a part of the story we have to remain in VHC City. Best to be right in the heart of it when it happens.”
“But it’s been 4 months!” complains George. He reviews what occurred. “End of novel 4. I came to Mother Mary in the spaceship.”
“You need to let it be,” Duncan said, speaking words of wisdom. “Drop it,” he added less succinctly without a beat. “What goes around comes around. The End,” he finalizes.
“I study the blog while you’re asleep. I was (recently) mentioned in connection to a police station in Gaston that was formerly a sugar house. George *Carver* Washington I was called. I supposedly was a rookie cop there who shot himself in the arse.”
Duncan sat up, interested.
“Sugar house, you say? Like a sugar house for prisoners or a sugar house for storing molasses and sugar beets and stuff?”
“Both, I think.”
“You know how big I am on prison reform,” he spoke to the 10 year old boy.
“Yeah.”
“Well maybe this is our opening. The other Paul probably isn’t going to come back into the story.”
“Even Whiter Walt?” chimed in George. “I know about him too. You were in one sim and he was in another. But you two were separate. Something about an owl’s head… I’ll have to check.”
“Well, it’s been about an hour here George so let’s go back to the apartment and your computer so you can do that.”
George shakes his head and stands up, looks around.
“I never went over to the main house on the property. I never went beyond the church. I stayed in the forest, Duncan. Just like you told me to.”
“I know. You did good.”
“We can do it again. Together.”
“Story’s not here,” Duncan repeats. “But it could be in this sugar house. Tell me all about what you know. But back at the apartment. We might have found another way out. Now let’s skedaddle outta here.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0502, Heterocera, VHC City
Baker Blinker would scratch her head if she had a free hand. “The treasure map says it’s suppose to be right here Other Baker,” she calls across the property line to her male counterpart.
“Some kind of phantom prim is keeping us apart. It must be the treasure!”
“Could be just the terraforming taking time to kick in,” offers Baker Blinker. “Usually the effect is over after a minute, though.”
“Hmm, I already tried logging off and then back on.”
“Me too.”
“I’m on my side and you are on your side,” resigns Baker Bloch. “But we’re unable to join each other here. At the ‘X’.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0501, Heterocera, Jeogeot, Middleton, Rubi
Also the next day, a fully returned Mary made an announcement to the citizens of Lapara’s Malone Central gathered around the boob tube. “From now on,” she declared, “my name is Mary Tyler and our group will no longer be called Peter, Paul and Mary but Lamb. No argument.”
Everyone nodded their heads, just glad that Mary had put down her fishing rod and joined the living once more.
The great sim battle begins.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0518, Heterocera, Lapara
Upon returning from her trip to Omikron City, Inertia immediately got rid of the bleating rams which had wandered into the yard from parts unknown. “We’ll not start that cycle of life and death over again,” she proclaimed while knitting a coffin purse on the front porch and enjoying the peace and quiet of nighttime Astarte.
The next day the local butcher shop started a special on mutton.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0517, Heterocera, Lapara
“You don’t mind if I take notes do you Wheeler?”
“Not if you don’t mind me watching tv while we talk.”
“Fair enough. Oh me, what iz that?”
“It’s comedy. Blowtorch to the head. Side splitting.”
“I guess so,” says a confused Hoss. “So we better start. Teebestia warned me I have to get above ground by sunset.”
“She’s smart. Have I met her?”
“I’m not sure. She sent me down to do the initial interview. She may enter later.”
“Cool. So what do you want to know about me pumpkin?”
Hoss blushed slightly. “First off, where are you from? Where are you born?”
“Farmington.”
Hoss gets chills. So that checks off, he thinks. “And your birth name is Wheeler Wilson, like it is now?” Others warned him that this may not be so.
“Nah,” Wheeler admitted. “I was born a man. Wilson Wheeler. I reversed the name when I reversed sexes. Or changed sexes, whatever. How’s that?”
Hoss scratches his head. He didn’t expect this! How to proceed: he decided to ask the most obvious question to get it out of the way. “Why… why did you do that, Wheeler?” Then he realized he probably went too far and backed off. “I mean, only if you want to tell…”
“I was in disguise. I was a woman all along. Except I didn’t realize it. Until I became one. 21.”
“21?”
“Years. 21 years. That’s when I became Wheeler Wilson and not Wilson Wheeler.”
Hoss was, fer sure, thinking that Wheeler was lying now. She knows about Henry Wilson!
“What’s your stance on civil rights, Wheeler Wilson?” He eyed her keenly.
She threw up her hands. “Civil rights for all. Man, woman, black, white, Muslim, Christian. Why wouldn’t I be for civil rights since I’ve been on both sides of the fence? Gimme a break. How can you be prejudice of someone you’ve been!”
“Have you been black as well?”
Without answering, Wheeler locks stares with Hoss.
For a moment he was somewhere else.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0516, Heterocera, Lapara
Something appeared today in Grasslands. Sand… dunes to be more precise.
And a castle on top of perhaps the highest and sandiest one.
It has a ring to it.
“Twisted”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0515, Bogota, Bogota Proper, collages 2d, Heterocera, Lapara, MAPS, North Carolina
Cats see, cats know.
The dog too.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0514, Heterocera, Lapara
Sunklands 