Category Archives: 0615
black men
Duncan Avocado had prepared and was about to teleport into the center of the Gaston sim when he looked at the map. Someone was already there in that Central Park at 128/128. Never seen that before. He teleports in at a safe distance and remote checks… another black man!
Who was he waiting on, if anyone? Was this a potential ally or foe? Could it possibly be someone investigating prison corruption in the sim like himself? Another dancer Sugar sent in, perhaps to taunt him? Speculation goes many directions. But his presence is real. He better lay off Gaston involvement and send another avatar from the core over here. Or, better, just use another core…
What a mess.
The time to act is now, he then thinks. “I must do what I planned to do. Tonight.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0007, 0615, Gaston+
Alex and Albert 02
“Let me out of here,” he cried in his high, wispy voice. “I’m Gregg Oden! I drink… I drink Baileys from a shoe.”
“Not until you choose a side,” a gun toting Rocky persists. He didn’t have the heart to shoot Greg Ogden on the spot several days back so he just bought a small freebie jail to hold him in. Then *this* happened shortly afterwards — red to green again. Inexplicable.
Rocky stared west from whence he came. “What else might come through that cursed sand castle portal over on the volcano island?” he asked himself.
“You don’t understand little raccoon man. I haven’t painted a watercolor of myself or Baileys in a week. I’m dying for lack of art. Gregg Oden needs art to live,” he insisted.
“Shut up with your yammering,” Rocky voiced, tired of hearing the poor pitiful creature rant on and on about basically nothing. “I need to think. We’ve been on this perch long enough. There’s a war going on!”
“I know Alex,” Gregg Oden then said more mysteriously after a pause. “And Albert. They could help you with your little war. Could help one side or the other win. I hide them in a special place.” He looked down at his tutu, then back up. “I can help you out raccoon man… if you help me out.”
Just then, Rocky spots a ship passing in front of the Zebrasil-Ichelus island. He employs remote viewing, sees the flag, and decides to go after it.
Lucky for Rocky, because he was about to be manjinaed by Gregg Oden just like poor Terry and others before him.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0006, 0615, Jeogeot, Middleton
Here’s to Olde Lapara Towne!
During the writing of my “2017 Collagesity Early” document, I’ve been closely monitoring the town’s facebook page…
https://www.facebook.com/groups/OldeLaparaTowne/
… for current projects concocted by its owners Levi Clownski and his mate Shoshi (inworld names). While I haven’t been able to directly incorporate all that goes on in the large and quite active village into my almost completed (!) tale, I certainly appreciate the energy and creativity involved. Many villages you visit in Second Life are in a state of stasis in contrast, fixed in nature with little to no interest coming from the outside. Unfortunately for the last several months, my own Collagesity has fallen into that category. I must return soon and attempt to resusitate if possible.
I’ve already been through one change of seasons during my short stay in OLT, and eagerly await to see what Levi and Shoshi come up for the fall to winter conversion. But I probably won’t be renting there at the time, my attached fictional flow basically over. Not that I ever forget locations where I forge stories; they will always be part of my “orbit” now. And so it will be with OLT. Portals may open up in the coming months and years, allowing interaction between characters who still may reside there (in some dimension) and those that have come before and after. There’s a possibility that at least another whole section of a novel may be devoted to the town (probably not another book), like I did with Sansara’s Snowlands or, heck, my own Collagesity at the end of “Collagesity 2017 Early” (otherwise “set” in what I call VHC City and also Bliss Gardens Park).
One of the most interesting aspects of Olde Lapara Towne that has come up during my stay is Levi’s recent call for help in decorating the city’s hotel, named the Grand Lapara Hotel after its home sim. Just to note, about half the town lies in the sim of Astarte, with the other half, the older part, being in Lapara to its north, and from which it takes the name. The contrasting nature of these two sides, both real and imagined, plays an interesting role in my graphic novel. Back to the hotel: I gained a deeper respect for the structure when I learned that Levi had modeled it after a real New York City place once called Hotel Dixie, c. 1930’s era. His page on the subject here:
https://sirclownfish.wixsite.com/lapara/bus-depot
Anyway, a big thanks to Levi and Shoshi for putting up with what must be viewed as my strange middle-of-the-night posturings within their fine village. Many well wishes for its continued evolution in future times, and I’ll be back to keep an eye on what happens for certain — may even rent there again if the situation fits.
Keep on keeping on OLT!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0615, Heterocera, Lapara
L$1101110
“There she is, George. Just like I predicted.”
“Who is she?”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Duncan replied. “How long did you say you’ve been here now?”
“What’s time here? But 50 as of last Wednesday. *You* were there at the celebration.”
“Ever hear of mothersightings?”
“Of course,” said the younger boy in appearance. “But… *oh*, you don’t mean…?”
—–
“That’s when we first saw her. Together. I’ve been spotting her fishing in various places for a while. We determined later it was the same ghost that haunted the village’s 3rd cottage — Osborne Well’s house back then, before he moved up the hill. He probably summoned her through the monster tome, we reasoned. That’s what we had nicknamed his heavy book of spells. And now she couldn’t escape this realm. But what was the spell? That’s what we had to find out next. Well… Mr. Well always took a morning walk down in the lowlands: Path of the Circle River. That was our window. Literally. We entered his house through a window and not a door. George had just received a universal pass-through for his 50th death day, but we still dare not come in from the front. Very expensive in those days.”
“Doors?” Baker Bloch ventured.
“Pass-throughs,” Duncan corrected. “Buster Damm can tell you all about them. When he gets here.”
“Which should be soon,” Pitch Darkly said.
“Yes. The book was just laying open on the table, which should have been clear indication of a trap for us. It wasn’t. We were so proud that we’d found a way to enter the house in the first place. Vanity.” He shook his head. “The next thing we knew we were the same. I was him, I mean. Just by reading the passage in front of me. Rule 110.”
“Well, what did it say?” Hucka Doobie had been studying magic for years and was very curious about all this.
“We couldn’t remember. Neither of us.” Duncan kept something hidden here. “But that was the day we found out we had the same mother. And the same father. Osborne Well. Lucky us, eh? Osborne Well was our father.”
Mothersighting.
“Not Pitch?” exclaimed Baker Bloch.
“Nope,” Duncan replied tersely. “At least not until *now*. That’s why I’m apparently here. A summoning. Three days ago I was returned to my former self. Spell broken.” He wiped his forehead with his hand. “Thank the Lord God Almighty.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0004, 0615, Heterocera, Muff-Bermingham-, Rubi
Twinning
“You’ve gone a bit queer haven’t you Woody? Maybe you should lay off the smokes. Just until you stop doing things like talking to Bert over there. Your man mannekin, hehe.”
“I love him,” Woody states frankly. “My key loves him too.”
“Well that’s good Woody.” Snowmanster uncrosses his legs. “So tell me about *these* guys.”
—–
It was always going to be this way, Wheeler realizes. This path…
… this village.
Not lacking for energy, she begins the steep ascent.
—–
“This should work. Right Uncle Jack?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0003, 0615, Purden/Snowlands, Sansara
Sunklands 