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Seven Too

Axis’ wife Wheeler, who was turning into a new character called Venus more and more every day, piggytailed blue hair correspondingly lengthening and cartoon aspects enhancing, decided to put on her investigating feet as well and head to Seven Across, a sim a little north of Fearzum which she knew had relevance now. Perched on a hilltop at its southern edge, she pondered on a new last name to go along with the first. Flytrap, she decided, after remotely peering around a corner.

Her Second Lyfe was just that syncy these days.

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Waiting in a nearby New Orleans Blues Little Rock bar for the inevitable next storyline to appear, she decides to focus on the 5-6-7-8 beyond her usual 1-2-3-4. TILE, in other words. She’d learned about the wannabe religion from Thomas. Who was Thomas? I hear you asking, perhaps with a sigh. Well he’s the Main man around these here parts, a Chry State graduate designing separate fall and winter landscapes over in the northwestern part of the sim. He knows nothing about shields and psychics of course, but physics — he’s a wiz! Venus may need his help in that department very soon. Because she’s had it up to her blue keister with Nick Barkley, who just happens to be Thomas Main’s arch-nemesis and who, 7 days and 7 nights later, has a gun pointed directly at his head by the former. And on the 8th day they rested — one of ’em, perhaps both of ’em — in a freshly dug grave.

(to be continued?)

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end 02

Devil Girl, the unofficial 4th member of the Redeye band — so unofficial she was forgotten in the dispersal of the others — looked on from a safe distance at the Patriotic Soup Restaurant as dreamer Herbert G. Gold returned the “With ‘Other Other'” VHS tape.

“This does me no good,” Herbert complained to the cook, back to stirring his famous concoction derived from ancient Bing Song recipes such as “White Christmas” and “Jingle Bells.” “It’s blank — nothing on it. I ran it from beginning to end to make sure.” He lays the tape closer to the cook on the counter but no reaction from the stirrer. “It does me no good,” Herbert repeated. “I am no closer to knowing who this cat with the red eye is than at the beginning.”

A weighted pause. Herbert could tell the cook had information he wasn’t revealing. Then a bit here: “The tape (stir – stir – stir) is not blank.”

“Well, yeah, like I said, I watched it from beginning to end. It *is* blank. There’s nothing on it.”

The title label on the tape suddenly faded out, then snapped back into reality. Devil Girl noticed the anomaly from her observing seat if Herbert Gold didn’t. She realized at that moment that the tape was blank because the story of Redeye hadn’t been told yet. It lay in the future from this point. She decided, then and there, to steal the tape and put something on it. Something to remember the band by. Because this was all about her fellow bandmates Slash Girl, Angus Girl, Buckethead Girl. They had been dispersed, true, but something else could be made of it.

Herbert Gold was gone. The tape title remained blank for good. Devil Girl moved in and took his spot.

“There was nothing ever there, young lady,” the stirrer explained. “*Yet.*”

It’s yours to do something with now.”

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Hills of Bill

There was not a lot around the trailer positioned at the very top of Bill Hill, the highest hill of the eponymous Hills of Bill. Nearest neighbors: a couple called Little Heaven and Little Hell. Reminds me of Teebestia and Axis and their Heart and Spade relationship, spade being basically a heart turned upside down and opposite in color. Angel; Devil. So maybe it is fate that such a couple live near Bullfrog and Space Ghost now. Is it actually Teebestia and Axis living there? No. But, still, maybe nearby.

How about the nearby sim of Littlefield, then? Littlefield, Texas is the seat of a county called Lamb, reminding me of Pitch’s wife Mary and the beloved little lamb she lost back in Olde Lapara Town in a grassy, grassy field. You still can’t mention it without her starting to weep a bit. The county also contains a village named Spade. And exactly seven miles and also exactly six seconds directly north we have a Hart Camp; Heart and Spade again; seven and six even. Littlefield (and accompanying Lamb) must be important. Currently there is a quite cheap 4096 square meter parcel for sale there that Wheeler Wilson could own with a couple clicks of the mouse. Adding in tier, I’m not sure that’s the direction to go.

How about this building called Musix Club immediately south of the purchasable land, in Belmont this time? Belmont was the site of the Bluebox Gallery, as I’m recalling, which represents, in a different way, the center of the whole continent formerly sprinkled with Blue named galleries south to north, namely Bluestocking (South), Bluebox (Middle), and Blue Strawberry (North). The current Collagesity photo-novel, 15th in the series, is divided into these same regions based on continental directions. Bluestocking was mentioned by Grey Scale Kimball in the South part (sections 1-3). Blue Strawberry by Baker Bloch in the North division (sections 4-6). Now Bluebox in the Middle (section 7). Was it also unfortunately in the way and that’s why it’s gone now?

But back to the building still present in Belmont, and nearest the old Bluebox Gallery property. We’ve seen it before in the novels, specifically in 14 before the current one, also all about Maebaleia/Satori and a kind of bookend work to this one. Now I’ve discovered the additional curiosity that the picture of Pink Floyd (pink!) on the front wall turns into a picture of The Doors from within.

And then “doors” over the two doors of the establishment next to it.

Is Pink Floyd a door into a different dimension? How about the big, rainbow colored marbles spinning in a tube just outside? Is ‘Rainbow Sphere’ infatuated Roger Pine Ridge suppose to show up next? He’s probably due.

(to be continued)

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Gno?

“Always looking for love, aren’t you Marcus Fox Smartville. I have an aunt down in SIFton. I’ve heard the rumors.”

“Well, ahh,” I attempted to explain. “You know. Things happen. I sometimes get a little carried away.”

“And you’ve still got that primmy rose with you. Primrose… primmy rose. That’s where it all started for you, right?”

“Well, um.”

“It was, let me tell you. YOUR SIM 01. Neither North nor South. Then the second (02). That’s where you found *me*.”

Ah ha. A clue! I thought. Thanks Sweet Alice! Now I just had to finish out this awkward meeting. She stared steadily at me. A member of the church choir she was, and also the prayer group meeting immediately afterwards. Was this…?

“No,” she answered, as if reading my mind, shocking me. But then I remembered we were already talking about the Room before the rose diversion. She was just answering a question I’d already asked about 2 minutes ago. Might as well be 20 years ago. Then she did it again.

“20 years. *Not* 12 as some think. Give me credit for aging well! It was a long time ago now. I’ll give you this before we — both of us — move on. The retaliatory strike was at Golden City, in case you didn’t know.”

“I knew that,” I replied.

“Golden City to Golden Sink. The Truth Brothers wiped out.”

Ahh. The Truths! Both of ’em. Such horrible luck. First the house with the fire, then the house they were replacing it with by an even greater fire. Nuclear. Was this what Biff Carter meant by the second gun?

“No,” she answered. She’d done it again. Time to move on.

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