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Sidechick Corea was in back preparing the lamaze pool, but there was no time for all that foolishness. It was to take place on the beach in front of the smaller white house that replaced the white Mockingbird sometime in the last day or so. Rabbit 01 meditated as Sidechick taught her to. The body didn’t foam and writhe as she had worried. Just calmness. Slow and easy…

And then: there he was. On the sand before her. Rabbit 03, the new love of her life. Or Rabbid as he would come later be called. If only Rabbit 02 was here to see this, but he had that conference in Wichita his boss wanted him to attend. Shame, though.

“Bracket, I mean, *Sidechick*, forget about that silly pool and come see!”

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transference

Mr. Babyface had fallen asleep again studying the Big E on the top floor of his Collagesity apartment. Awoken by a large thud, he quickly turned over while remaining in his sprawled position and peered into the higher stories of the Kidd Tower — the same view he was looking at when he dozed off.

Everything as before, pheh, he thinks. Depictions of the Jeogeot Gulf sims representing the letters A-L on the east side and O-Z to the west remained intact. The missing M and N at the top: MaN. What it all spelled out, he realized, was another boring day in Collagesity for The Face (himself). But what about the thud?

Then in sitting up and turning around from the table, Mr. Babyface saw something totally unexpected. He jumped out of his chair. A familiar Middletown skyscraper loomed just beyond his window!

“Holy Jesus!” he exclaimed, toking rapidly on his still lit pipe. “The Kidd really did it this time. The tower is truly and fully *there*. But there is here!” And he knew this meant the The Kidd would in all likelihood be sitting in her beige chair on the floor below his apartment, in what use to be Greg Ogden’s spot. But maybe Greg has returned too. He better get down there posthaste.

—–

200 feet above all this, Tronesisia heads to the top-of-the-line Italian refrigerator to retrieve another of those strong German beers (Brewmeister’s Quarterly).

But in glancing outside the window to her right, she saw the tower too! All the old, repressed memories came flooding back with the sight: Pitch and Buster’s killing shack across the tracks; Bendy heading to Muff-Bermingham in the Collagesity rocket Karoz built and her attempts to follow him; Mary’s pregnancy with George. And she’d been wasting all her time wallowing in the idiotic glories of war! Axis and Allies, phmph. There never was a war, she realized. She had been sleepwalking all along.

Fully awake now, she locates the red phone hidden behind the bed that would connect her directly with Baker Bloch. She remembered that piece of the puzzle too. “Call me when the transference happens,” he said while handing it to her over 2 months back. “You won’t remember me again until then. Nor I you. Good luck!”

—–

The phone rings in Baker Bloch’s back pocket. “Excuse me, everyone,” he says, turning slightly red. He never seems to get calls any more and simply forgot to turn it off before The Table meeting. “I’ll just take this over to Perch…”

Tin S. Man smiles broadly as Baker walks past, and Wheeler catches it. “What are you up to giant?” she queries, scrutinizing him. “Besides the 20 foot mark, I mean. Why hasn’t Hucka Doobie shown up yet?”

In thinking how the sentence “Why hasn’t Hucka Doobie shown up yet?” translates to German, Wheeler then realizes who must be on the phone.

“Hallo?”

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two parter

Baker Blinker ran across Jacob I. in front of Home Orange, the site of Furry Karl’s old bar. Jacob I. immediately thought it was fate. “Should we enter?” he asked Baker Blinker, who had just come down Centre Street after examining the Temple of TILE for more prim removal possibilities. “I want to show you something within.”

“Sure.”

“The Portal,” Jacob I. said after they walked inside and stared at the back door in the opposite corner of the building from the same colored front.

“Yes I know.” Baker Blinker said matter of factly. She was somewhat more skeptical than Baker Bloch about the authenticity of Jacob and his I., er, eye. She was keen to spot any charlatan vibes coming from the Collagesity newcomer.

“If you go through it, you won’t be in the same village as before. This has happened previously. This is a power leakage we must stop before proceeding. We need to establish *something* here. A block.”

“Baker?” Baker Blinker joked. She smiled at Jacob.

“Maybe his father again,” the former lawnmower spoke, still serious. “Space Ghost. Can we summon him?”

—–

“They just passed through the orange side of the building,” the observing Biker Mann croaked. “Must be a phantom (prim).”

“Obviously,” states Cyberpaperdoll to her rough-and-tumble boyfriend from the couch of their apartment. As per usual when she was thinking, paper airplanes whirled around and around her head.

“Aren’t you curious what they’re up to?”

She continued to stare straight ahead. “Nah. It’s the owner of the town. Baker Blinker. Just making the rounds.”

“And that weird-o Jacob. You’ve heard I suppose.”

“About the eye?” Cyberpaperdoll replied. “Yeah I’ve heard. You can actually see a bit of it poking below his straw hat. It’s not very well hidden… if you know where to look.”

“And they say he comes from a hidden village as well,” continued Biker, still clutching his pistol behind his back. “Maybe if we know where to look we can find that too.”

“That’s why we’re here,” returned Cyberpaperdoll in a level voice. “To find the boy and bring him home.”

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Straight

After having finished inserting the Fal Mouth Moon Gallery into Collagesity North to basically complete the initial process of consolidating my town in the direction of the Great Rubi Woods, co-creators Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch had to do a double take at their available objects. 475 for each. The Bakers are equal in that respect.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bakers,_Tennessee

Bakers was historically known as Bakers Station and Baker.[1] A post office was established as Bakers Station in 1875, renamed Baker in 1882, and remained in operation until it was discontinued in 1922.[2] The community was named for a member of the Baker family, the original owner of the town site.[3]

Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker then had to call in Wheeler to straighten up a portrait of Ted in Castle Knight across the street. Baker Blinker excused herself, saying she needed to check on Karoz.

—–

“Oh Wheeler, what are we going to do with you?”

Without reply, Wheeler turns and fixes the portrait of Ted. “There, that should do it. And you mentioned something about a key shop?”

“Yes, just outside,” Baker Bloch directed.

—–

“There,” Baker pointed out.

“I assume the rest is behind the wall.”

“Yeah. We were just in there. Finished up in the basement. Remarkably easy move for such a large and cumbersome structure. Tough to select some of the wonky prims it has. But isn’t it a beaut?”

“It’s unusual, I’ll give it that.”

“61 collages within. The largest (series) I — my user made. Our user. Falmouth.”

“Hmph,” she says, and twirls around in place again. “Tronesisia is overdue, I’ve heard. Maybe she’s changed her mind again about coming here. Happened once before on that bridge. Maybe it will happen again.”

“No. Mary will keep her on the straight and narrow this time.”

Wheeler laughs. Her nose even honks a bit. “Yeah, Mary is good at that. I’m glad she’s going to be around.”

“And how about *you*?” Baker then asks. “And The Musician of course. You guys started this whole (novel). Are you going to finish it together as well? Oh… speaking of which, I have something else to show you while you’re around.”

Wheeler didn’t get a chance to answer. Baker was on another tangent. “Follow me,” he said. “It’s easier to reach by flying down Old Cannon Road into the Rubi Woods and then circling back.

“Hold on. Let me delete the key shop real quick.”

—–

“Very nice, eh? And fully furnished, just like it was up in Muff.”

“Coolie,” she says. “That’s very sweet of you to set this up. But don’t I technically still own the *entire* Blue Feather Club we’re hovering over the property of now? I believe I do. Am I correct?”

“Well, that could be. Depends on if you wish to return.”

“Big decision looming. The Musician is lost in the Chelsea, in effect. Trapped in the story of Nancy which didn’t take place. Strange that Ridgetop Tennessee used to be called Nancy. And that Bakers is just outside, the place where…”

“Another Syd and Nancy story happened,” Baker Bloch finished for Wheeler. “Except even more tragic.”

“Let’s go hang another portrait in my Castle Knight.”

“Alright.”

—–

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Whiches

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They stared into the wold that they now knew was shaped like an “X”. But it was a fractal “X”: loops within loops probably. The VW Love Bug would obviously not fit inside. They’d have to walk. Old Mabel checked her plain map once more, looking for changes.

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“It will transform within,” Urch explains patiently “You’ll see. Simple will become complex, trust me. And at the center the record will be heard. We will know. No skipping from ‘Imagine’ to ‘Mind Games’ this time.” He smiled.

Old Mabel spoke her heart. “Before you shrank back into a boy — before your, um, er… ”

“Untimely demise?” offers Urch.

“Yes,” Old Mabel ventures further. “You were a slave.” She thought again of the x-shaped necklace.

“Admittedly difficult to tell,” he said. “We’ll know at the center. Then we can be free of this rotting place.”

“Change into my future lover,” she requests again, needing encouragement before the entrance. “Just for a minute.”

Urch complies, but it didn’t work as well as before. Time fractures were accelerating. The VW disappears behind them. Which was which?

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“After you, I suppose.”

“No, you.”

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