SWOOOSH.
“Hey, what happened to Sampson? Who are *you*?”
“Sampson??” Raphael exclaimed. “Sampson’s dead.”
“Then who the hell are you?” I asked again with more emphasis.
“I… am Raphael. And I haven’t seen a soul since the… accident. The artifact must have–”
SWOOOSH.
“Hey,” said Sampson. “Where the f– did you go? You’re here, and then poof–”
SWOOOSH.
“–you were gone.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0313, Starfield
When I beamed down to Green Thumb Rd. the sign instead indicated a Green Thumb *St.* And we were in the wrong state for the location. Should have been (next to Hills Hill and Dr. Tom’s Park in) Arkansas. And I noticed a number of queer doublings when tracking around the overall village in Street View, this Burna of western Kentucky. Or was in Burirna? See what I mean?
House with double peaked porch next door to this service station with the doubled up letters in its name. Related to the 90 degree turning porch of Fieldon IL from section 01 of this here blog-novel, 48 in some kind of seemingly never ending series?
And from the same area: Is it Jamieson like the hill or Jameson like the road and other cemetery in the immediate vicinity?
Hard to tell from the sign once more.
Or perhaps the extra vowel — ‘i” again after all — is actually pointing back to Starfield’s Jemison planet from a couple of posts ago.
At any rate, better get back there; do some more digging around (TBC).
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0312, Arkansas, Google Street View, Kentucky, Starfield
“You know, strictly speaking, that sign doesn’t depict 50-50. More a 48-52 or 47-53 split, I’m guessing by the looks of it. What I mean–”
“I know what you mean,” Katherine L. interrupted me, getting the joke. She must be pretty sharp, I realized. And easily dismissive because of it. Much like–
“I’m NOT a Tiler if that’s what you’re thinking,” she interrupted my thoughts this time instead of speech. Wow, I think then. How did she–
“My *husband* was.” Again! I think. “But he’s… passed on. I don’t wish to talk about it now. Come back tomorrow for what you need. The gate to the shop shouldn’t have been open; we should have– just come back tomorrow,” she interrupted herself this time. And then she just rolled it down on my gawking face. She wasn’t kidding about returning when she was in a better mood! But, poor her — husband just died. I had to find out how. And dig into more of that Tiler background — why did she seem to dislike them while her husband embraced the, ahem, cult? And why did she alter that sign I’d seen elsewhere in Neon to indicate more a 48-52 (or 47-53) split between the 2 color sides of the game/philosophy/religion, red/yellow in one part (*almost* half) and green/blue in the other? I had stuff to think about before returning tomorrow and hopefully getting more of the story. I knew it wasn’t a sign for calories and carbohydrates. This sh-t ran deeper than that. A sign, yes, but not of what it indicates on the surface.
The next day would give me more of a surprise. Her husband was killed. Perhaps by these same cultists! No wonder she altered the sign. To throw the 50-50 sh-t back into their gawking faces!
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0308, Starfield
He wanted that dress but his mama wouldn’t let him have it. This is Jemison after all, where a man is a man and a woman is a woman and neither the two shall mix. At least in the same person.
So later he went off and invented his *own* Jemison. A whole planet’s worth of it. Worth it? (500 million) Maybe.
But doesn’t its capital and largest metropolis look like my Collagesity from a distance? Kindof queer.
Collagesity Rubi, c. 2014
Now where’s that man-woman who started it all inside?
(TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0307, Alabama, Google Street View, Heterocera, Rubi^, Starfield
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iz7OIOXfkMM
“Tell us a little about yourself, Peppre?” I asked after she changed into her day clothes, always hot pink in the mix.
“OMGosh, where to stort! I’m a 28 year old man-woman — emphasus on WO-man! — who lives in a house on the edge of Wubble — Wubble, so RAD! — and drives a teen-ie ti-ny yellow bog! See?!”
“Yes, beautiful vehicle, Peppre, wide yet short from this angle. And I know from the phone call that you’re going to pick up your friend Sunsalt and head to the mall.”
“OMGolly not TODAY Miss Molly. I’m headed for another dear froend of mine, Bugnet, who owns Funcy Ass Fwok. I’m going to get me a hot!”
“Hat, yes. But I understand you have no money, Peppre. You spent it all for those bronze statues of naked men surrounding your pool out back and at other various locations around the property.”
“OMG IDC. But first I’m going to spon some whalies in the moll’s parking lot! That’ll teach you to not have any specials today on hots J.C. Ponney!”
“Very impressive. And you didn’t even hurt anyone in the process.”
“OMG, NooooOooo. Always look ot my sorroundn’gs. NOT a killer cor. Just a cor to kill for, haha. See whot I just did thar?!”
“Well, I have to ask you this Peppre, since it’s a subject of the current photo-novel that we’re in. What do you think of the present war against trans people by the right? And black people and gay people and people of color in general and homeless people and people without children and people who do not believe that Jesus H. F. Christ is the f-ing lord and savior of our country damn you and will save you from the eternal hellfire of the grave? Especially someone like *you*!”
But I pointed at nothing since Peppre had already broken into Bugnet’s store and stolen her hat and was indeed heading back to the mall. Guess she changed her mind.
Better run and catch up with her.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0301, Wubbel
It’s said the FBI is hiding something about the 1971 D. B. Cooper skyjacking case to prevent being humiliated by their former public statements but this was probably untruth. #1 suspect of theirs named R. (Richard) McCoy was not the R. (Real) McCoy here and only one of a number of copycat skyjackers to come along in the following years — the outside researchers were wrong about this (like Dan Gryder highlighted in the above linked video). Synchronistically, we have another “D. Cooper”, Dale in this case, working *inside* the FBI on another Washington state centered investigation from the early 1990s, in a fictional way this time. Of course I’m now talking about Twin Peaks once more, David Lynch’s signature creation shot largely in the small town of North Bend, Washington. D. B. Cooper jumped from a plane he skyjacked above the general location of another small Washington town, La Center, never to be seen again. The 2 locations lie about about 120 miles apart in the western section of the state.
Another parallel, then: falling.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0048, 0212, Twin Peaks, Washington
Sunklands 