“Hold on hold on, I’m going to call my bro — it’s always fun, he he.”
“Oh boy,” Spencer says between sips, knowing the story. Wanda Betty whispers to Spencer: “What *wrong* with him?”
—–
“No, where are *you*?”
What’s wrong with him is that he’s in two places at once when he’s… but you should know the story too by now.
Meanwhile:
She’s heading to Airtol Hill. She’s heading to Airtol Hill?!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0606, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Squared Root City-
A plane crashed into Squared Root City today at 0800 AM. No one was hurt, but those who were aware took it as a sign that the character Eyela shouldn’t be renting an apartment or house in town and that she would be “crashing” the party (role play) if so. Direct link: both are Demos, as we know when making that famous tuft of purple hair transparent. No 3rd eye under there, no 3-d Venus either. Sloow and easy, they decided.
Meanwhile:
“I am ready to serve again, 3-d Venus. Just get me out of this heavenly yet heavily primmed place.”
“Done,” the great being ruled. “Done,” echoed the even greater or at least taller being behind her — Wanda, I think — adding, “we’ll come too.” They must be sick of it as well.
Blue Rose Thorn aka Jeffrie Phillips jumps out of the plane.
That was easy, he-as-she thinks when landing safely instead of smashing to the ground, becoming a type of plane him-herself. Now to steal one of these cars.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0605, HANA LEI, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Squared Root City-
“I remember seeing you from above, just before Jeffrie’s untimely…”
“… death,” she finished for him. Wendy had gotten over it better than even Axis-Windmill. And she was the bride(!).
Axis-Windmill continued. “You called me Newt back there — when you were still Eyela.”
“That’s your name isn’t it?”
Axis-Windmill thought back again. Beyond the vision of Jeffrie Phillips and Wendy Wheeler on Corton, the Queen and King of Our Second Lyfe truly. Controller of those creatures she was after that. They had a whole encyclopedia on them now, the ones in the right. Wendy Wheeler: in the wrong by then.
“Welll?” she prompted, seeing the space in his steely grey eyes. Time for a reality check.
“Newt,” he tested. The word sounded right: why not. Zero Club, Vim and Vigor, *Energy*… Newt. Short for Newton, as in Helmet.
We have reached the point of no return. Oily way.
“GERONIMOOOOOO!” he thought he recalled. *SPLAT* he definitely remembered.
Who leaped off the cliffs at Corton to their untimely death on the rocks below? Is it still Jeffrie Phillips? Yet he is back thanks to renewing the vows with Wendy Wheeler. How did that work?
And where is he now if not dead (again)?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0604, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rim Isles, Squared Root City-
“I recall the first time I saw you, your (one good) eye. Staring out between Moon and Saturn standing on a piano with Sun while a man with a moth on his back climbed a blood red picture behind you, using your huge ponytail to get a boost.”
“It’s not *that* huge,” she retorted.
He continued. “They said she would never be invited again to one of these get-togethers since she brought so many friends and acquaintances with her. But 3-d Venus is alive and well, still with her many fans following her around like packs of wild dogs and cats.”
“In the flesh (!).” She indicated herself, her body. What else was different about her, he wondered.
He went on. “You lived in a house much like our user, front covered in wisteria as if in a protecting fence or wall. You designed the moat to surround a castle but then had second thoughts of leaving bucolic life; castle too large to properly fit on (your) island. Stymie, husband at the time — stymied still how he could have ever goofed up on a looker like you! –”
Cute tittering; cute covering of mouth.
“…was most often away exploring Viterbo, finding relics in the ruins. Then one particular relic ruined it for you; he had to move on, *you* had to move. And so on to another Rim Island, taking the house with you and adding another husband to replace the subtracted first: Jacob, 1/2 man 1/2 alien in this case, with 2 normal eyes below a united third. You?”
“Me,” she decided to say. “Pure bred. One single eye and no normal eyes atall, they said. But that was wrong. I just covered one up, the bad one. Clockwork now.” She indicated the spinning, geared wheel on her face, very fashionable, very retro future. She pointed to both eyes at once now. “Two, you see, just like you.”
“What’s under that tuft of hair?” he said, still doubting her and tempted to reach over and lift it to see for himself. Maybe then he would know if she was happier with Stymie or Jacob.
She changed as she revealed the truth.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0603, Bogota, collages 2d, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Rim Isles, Silverton, Squared Root City-
He waits between hot and cold, choosing hot himself and currently enjoying a mustard and ketchup laden dog of such temperature before customers show up for the midday “rush” — not much of a rush actually but he’s not much of a worker these days, being technically retired and a bona fide Whitehead in Da Woods.
The Mustard Ketchup Kid plays soccer in a nearby field with his sister Ventura, who hails from California. She channels her energy in order to attempt to get the ball past Bert (actual name), but all this is just more code.
Squared Root City is expanding across Highway 13-14 into the sim to the north. Still exciting times for the burg. We hold out hope that it can replace Collagesity-Fordham as proper capital of Lower Austra. Because the latter is probably going away and is, anyway, too small for the role, being only a little over 1/8th of a sim in size. Squared Root Cy is, in contrast, about a sim and a 1/2 in area now.
That’s why the Axis-Windmill character is back. He waits in the Zero Club at the beginning of it all — just before the beginning, some say — for another important character that has chosen to resurface in these here blog-novels to match the new energy. Vim, some call her; others: Vigor (that’s actually her sister, maybe a twin). She counts her Mississippi’s in anticipation of the manifestation. One Mississippi, Two… wait, she forgot something. Newt! At the Zero!
“Hi baby doll.”
He turns. “Eyela?? Wasn’t expecting *you*.”
“No one is,” she speaks truthfully and, after adjusting the strap of her new clockwork eyepatch to better match her face, takes a seat beside him at the bar. Both now turn away from the camera and speak privately. We try to listen in but only catch a couple of words like Geronimo, Slick, Olive, and Oklahoma. We gather an oil spill in Indian territory of the panhandle state may be involved but could be mistaken. Let’s back up and move in closer. We’re the bartender. Let’s call him Jim. Tom, actually, only 3 feet away. Close enough to properly record. We ask if they need a drink to be more legitimate seeming. They refuse. We move away but not too much — should be OK. And… PRESS.
“I’m glad we could mustard enough energy to catch up,” she began, which was code for “very important information to follow.”
“Spill,” he requested, and she did. We were right. Kind of.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0602, Collagesity Fordham-, Lower Austra, Mississippi, Nautilus, Squared Root City-
“We have to get rid of your kind to make room for the ships.”
“Oh okay.”
“We’ll give you a proper burial spot.”
“Query?” Rock would have raised a hand to ask an important question in his mind if he had any. But [Paper] already knew the answer.
“Quarry,” was his presumed corrective response. Stupid Rocks, he thought inwardly. We should cover them quickly to halt the dense talk.
Scissors then cut in, the hopeful champion of Rock and defender to the grave. But he would only beat her to a pulp when freed from his cage in the interrogation room, continuing the circle ad nauseam.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0032, 0601, California, Maebaleia/Satori, Nautilus, Outer Islands, Trinidad
Retirement presents all around; manual: done.
We begin again, *tired* but then fresh and newborn.
“Tiinaaaaa!”
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2022-2021 WINTER”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0616, Nautilus, Retirement Islands, Wild West
Carla covered her ears, sick of hearing the booms. It’s just as loud over here as back on the beach! she complains within.
White clad Morna beside her had bigger problems. She was about to be cast into the sea with the sharks by Peggy. Peggy didn’t want to hear no shit about Baker Bloch Marty Uncle Albert being a prevert, despite being the reason for Zizzy of the Ditzy and Zizzy duo to be shipped off to Camp Umbrella next to the Crisp Sea, or so she said. Now there was yellow between and a new element involved — more balance.
3rd eye. Triangle.
—–
“Let’s stop here, Baker, and contemplate what we just wrote.”
“W.”
“In the flesh!”
—-
We return to ring woman and the generation of it.
We are about to go up the path to see what’s over the hill, monsters left behind in the dust. 2:23 soon, tick tick tick.
How about that records management manual now?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0614, collages 2d, Collagesity Fordham-, Falmouth, Lower Austra, Nautilus, Retirement Islands, Wild West
“Have you heard the Art Box is going under?” she says, having stared at it enough.
“Just rumor. Speculation,” replies the heavily tattooed girl wearing red beside her.
The non-tattooed, blue wearing one to her right also answers. “Dead as a doorknob,” she weighs in. “End of February.”
“Not quite,” the red one returns.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0031, 0613, Nautilus, Retirement Islands, Wild West
Sunklands 