“I’m neither one nor the other, Animaid-X.”
“Maybe you can dance it out of you like that spinning girl over there.”
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Category Archives: 0603
Clemscott
“The more I look at Greenup 03, Broken Heart, the more I think it is about Spica just above the celestial equator turning into Vega and igniting brighter in the process, like, um, an ant being burned by a magnifying glass. Tonya Two Egg — the close Spica binary star — is stuck like unto a frying pan in the Horizons-Spica sim which is actually the Horizons-Vega sim, unable to remove herself from intense scrutiny. The ice fishing shack is a time and space portal. Can she reach all the way back to VHC City and heal the wound?”
But Broken Heart is instead staring toward Greenup 02 on the opposite wall, thinking: This is you, Jacob I. my friend, my comrade. Prince Martin. Will you be able to heal *yourself*?
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“All the dreams reaffirm the same location and the same needed action, Mary,” Pitch speaks from the viewing platform after parking the freshly stolen orange beetle at the appropriate spot down below.
“It all makes sense now: apple, orange, yellow fruit — banana…
… and then the giant lime on Merlin’s Mound — thank you Wheeler Wilson!”
“You’re welcome!”
“This is clearly ‘Floydada’, the start of ‘Pumpkintwisters’ analysis.”
“Nifty,” Mary replies while beginning to eat a peach.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0603, Clemscott-, Gaeta V
cat and dogged
“Good tomato juice,” says the blue clad Improvio, swigging it down.
“Coffee’s nice as well,” speaks Inertia in turn. “We’ll have to keep this place in mind. They have food too.”
“Met some people, auntie, while I was waiting for you. A couple. One of them said they lived around here. The other said she might move here. Can’t remember their names.”
“Don’t talk to strangers,” the pale woman warned. “The band’s the thing. I see you have the ring on.”
He exposed it more. “Yes, I love it. Thank you so much. Now I have the Spirit of Punk at my disposal. There’ll be no stopping me.” He gulped. “Us, I mean.”
Inertia smiled. “You were always my favorite, Improvio. Ruthless and dogged like me; that’s why I decided to give the ring to you and not Chroma or Earie. You will lead us to the promised land. Have you spoken to Rocky Racco yet? You must sway him to our side. That is a primary goal.”
“Primary color goal,” he added playfully.
“Yes,” she said, looking him over. “Red and yellow might as well be dead and stashed away in that tall grass beneath the train ramp.” Inertia then scowled toward the shop window. Both knew the cat listening in on their conversation would also have to be killed and put within same.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0603, Heterocera, Lapara
Woody’s Abode
Woody Woodmanson stepped out of his key shop teleporter and onto the green mainland terrain of Collagesity North. Like Pitch, he’d never been to this area before. But, as he told Lou, rent was just too expensive for his Bermingham house. When an opportunity to stay in Collagesity North free of charge came up, he jumped on it. Baker Bloch, who he knew now was the same as Snowmanster, would never be far away; a great buddy to have around. Things didn’t work out in Purden in terms of being immediate neighbors. Maybe here they would.
Baker said for Woody to look for snow. Like Pitch, he’d know immediately which dwelling spot was his. And like the vampire, he fell in love with it at first sight.
Snow, but not *everywhere*, he cooed. “Just around the house. *Just* right.”
“And a snowman. Howdy snowie! What’s your name?” No answer. “Must be one of the static ones,” Woody rationalized. “Hmm, maybe we can take care of that later.” He continued to talk to the inanimate object. “Would you like to be a real live snowman, just like I became a real live toy?” Woody definitely saw promise in the figure. And at 3 prims (as he subsequently checked), he’s a steal of a deal.
He goes around the big rock and enters the house from the porch. Also like Pitch, he was warned that clutter would be around, and that if he didn’t like some of the provided decor, there was no problem in switching it out.
But what *wasn’t* to like so far? Woody thought while settling back into a Victorian steampunk chair. Okay, so maybe the space monkey will have to go, he admitted to himself, not knowing this was famed philosopher and art critic Cardboard Derek Jones, “away” at the time.
Upstairs: a bed and a computer table. View of the entrance to the Great Linden Wall. “Lovely.”
Tired from his day of moving, Woody gets some well deserved shut-eye.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0004, 0603, Heterocera, Rubi
One of these things…
… is not a tree.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0003, 0603, Purden/Snowlands, Sansara
Sunklands 