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hidden

But something still doesn’t add up. Or multiply. We have another on the rooftops quite near the Bird — staring at it even — leaf umbrella in hand shielding his *head*, if not necessarily the rest of his body, from the localized rain surrounding the whale directly above him.

He has a different tattoo on it than Fish Head, but, otherwise, the same body it seems. A bird instead? Dry instead of wet?

And, to be specific, the rotating Bird he’s peering toward only has the head of such. The (white) body is instead that of a female human, outstretched arms sort of giving the appearance of wings.

If only I could translate the native languages better inworld, Chinese and Japanese. Because both are used here.

Maybe a trick to understanding all this is start seeing through walls. For example, we find a mysterious *hole* using this method directly below Fish Head’s bar on the ground level.

Where does this lead us?

Underwater, it turns out. A more realistic abode for, let’s say, a fish.


“You’re not going to be able to figure it out.”

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bar fight?

The Fish goes its separate way from the Head. Like seeks like.

Although the rain still pelts down, he is above the fray now.

Unlike the Bird perched down below, the Fish doesn’t revolve. Take that as you will. Just an fyi.

The bar directly below the Bird seems vacated. Is this a dying city?

It’s a rival bar to (grounded) Fish Head’s just down the alley. Did Fish Head cause the closure? Is his known confidant, the Heart Queen, also responsible?

Rotation, hmm.

One way to find out.

“Did you cause the closure of the Bird’s bar?”

“No.

—–

“I mean maybe.

—–

“Yes.”

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87 02

“I’m going to make you partially transparent so don’t panic.”

“Okay, here’s the problem. Or deal. *I* sit on the black stool that represents the 8 ball. 88 01 (let’s say), you are on the orange “2” stool and 88 02 (we’ll say), you’re perched on the yellow “3”. Wheeler then considered something else. “Stool, huh.” She then took a remote picture before returning to the 87 Room.


Room 61

“Alright, so between you is an XVideos labelled laptop that, to me, obviously is suppose to represent “x” as in *times* something. But 3 *times* 2 (she points to the 3 associated objects in turn) equals 6. Added to my 8 (stool) you get 86. But this is (Room) 87.

If you consider the X might be a cross (+) it goes even one further from the truth, since 80 (points to herself) plus 3 (points to 88 01) plus 2 (points to 88 02) equals 85. Now the XVideos laptop sits on a stool representing the 1 ball in pool, the blue one. To me, this *must* represent Blue Eye, the missing one in either Arkansas or Missouri. So here’s the solution, people. I’m 80, you guys are 3 *times* 2 or 6, and then the stool, the one, when added in at last — *not* multiplied — brings us to the needed 87. You have to count the missing one hidden by the X to make sense of it all.

“So what’s the problem?” I asked just beyond the wall.

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87 01

“It’s time to take one of you observing 88’s to the room to see what went missing. Maybe both of you. Yeah: both.”

—–

“First, a little wine before we start. Sorry you can’t have any, guys.” (sip)

“Guys? Can you hear me?”

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up down

“*Rebl*? What happened to your *eye*??”

Shark? What shark?”

Plans?”

Flash bulb? Blinding? *Disappeared*?”

“Go ahead,” she urged. “Find out where it leads. It won’t hurt you. Like it did me.”

“Aahh!”

—–

“Somewhere in this Edwardston Station Gallery, my love, my *future* love, is a clue to the whereabouts of my missing eye. I can feel it. So close.” But still they walk right by.

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fly

We watch him from beyond the wall. He was on a journey. Lamb was taking him somewhere. Along the way he picked up two traveling companions who might have been figments of his imagination. Probably were. “Who are you?” he decides to ask despite this when they first came alongside him. “Space,” announced the larger being with black jacket and matching black pants. “Star,” came the piping voice of the smaller, blue hooded one. Both some kind of cartoon cats, assumed Guy, looking them over from the side. All traveling through the heavens on Lamb toward — something. How long before arrival?

Along the way, Space fleshed out a backstory of how, many *many* years ago, he spilled ink from a bucket or can, while Star had spilled milk from a smaller container. Together, hand in hand, this created our galaxy, he claimed. “That’s why Milky Way is here with its neon coat of white,” Star furthered, obviously reveling in the mixture. “We are travelers of the Lamb dimension now.”

Facing forward, the cats were suddenly gone. He was alone in his journey to what he now understood was the Answer to Everything, with only a looming, translucent wall between him and it….

SLAM! Guy Benjamin woke up. He excitedly relayed the details of his dream to fellow “Lamb” fan Grandpapa the next morning.

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helmet world

“I was in a virtual reality, Grandmama, Grandpapa. Two wrestlers had just made an alliance. One had to manage the other. That one had been replaced by the other in the far past.”

“Virtual reality, huh,” groused Grandmama. “Is *that* why it took you so long to find us?”

“*Finally*,” reinforced Grandpapa to her side.

“Then I found a store selling progressive rock t-shirts, but, get this, they were *cartoon* versions.” Guy shows his Grandmamapapa one of the t-shirts, with a parody of Genesis’ classic ‘Nursery Cryme’ album cover on the front. “Pretty cool, huh? They had *2* Genesis t-shirts, one for this and then for ‘Foxtrot’. You know, the one with ‘Supper’s—”

“No ‘Lamb’?” interrupts Grandpapa, staring at the thing. Among early Genesis efforts with front man Peter Gabriel, it’s the only one that interests him personally. He likes the story. The music is glossier and fuller. He says so, and adds, “just like Grandmama here.” Here reaches across the table and pinches her fleshy side.

“Stop it, Jack,” she complains, swatting his flirting hand away but at the same time taking the “complement” in stride. “We’re *suppose* to be angry with *Guy* here. 15 weeks since the last visit? Too long young man.”

“I’m trying to tell you that I can’t *find* your place that easy in all these twisty-turny alleys. And there’s so many distractions.” He indicates the shirt he’s wearing again. “Look,” he decides to display. “Here’s the other one.”

“Well sit down, Guy and I’ll put some more tea on.” Grandpapa attempts a joke about Guy putting on another t-shirt and Grandmama putting on another tea which fails in mid-effort. He clears his throat and then drives home his point about “Lamb”. “‘Lamb’ is *real*, not fantasy. *Not* virtual reality. It’s the gritty streets of NYC that we found anti-hero Rael spray painting his name on.

“Subways,” Guy corrects. “The album says subways.”

“Yes, of course.” Guy knew his Genesis. He respected “Lamb” too. He just digs early Genesis in general. The only album he really likes by them post-Gabriel is “Duke”. He laments the fact that the t-shirt fat pack didn’t include that album cover. Nor “Lamb”, but “Lamb” was probably simply harder to do, since no singular focus on the cover. Probably hard to create a cartoon image of Rael. Maybe that adds to Grandpapa’s point, he then ponders. Rael is too *real* to turn into an animation.

(to be continued?)

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chance meeting

Grandpa (Herbert) Gold was introduced to the ringleader but didn’t know quite what to make of it (!).

“Other Other?” he ventured.

There was some kind of acknowledgement from the contraption, so Herbert went further.

“What is Cat pole star?”

There was a mysterious exchange. Then Herbert asked, “Do you know who I am?”

The avatar who seems to be Other Other didn’t know who I was.

More exchanges. He (or she) indicated that he (she) wanted to improve the sim by depicting reality more accurately.

I went for broke and gave him/her the link to my Sunklands site. Herbert Gold looked over while chatting, and couldn’t help but think he’s staring into the face of God.

There was a couple of exchanges about the 100 story building. I enthusiastically commended him/her on the project. He/she expressed hope that a planned, second 100 story building would be as successful.

I was translating both Japanese and Chinese at once. The contraption pulsed behind me but not in a menacing way. Herbert Gold’s head bounced with its.

Although wishing further contact, I had to excuse myself by saying my translator was out of date. Will we meet again? Could be.

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more rooms

X City’s Blurmaid and Horns of Hatton’s Cry Cat (65 & 66).

These are the capital cities of Maebaelia/Satori’s North and South respectively. And here they are again. Attempting to negotiate?

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Blue Mountain

“It’s *glorious* in here, Col. Bucket.” She splashes some water in happiness. “Come on in!”

“I — can’t get  — this *bucket* off,” the smaller person in the 90 room complains, yanking with all her might.

“Oh come in anyway. It’ll get a little soggy — so what? It’ll fall off naturally then.” Blue Feather was adamant. Col. Bucket must join her!

“You don’t understand, Blue Feather. That *is* your name? Right?”

“Yeees. You know my name, Col. We’re related.”

“We are?” Her voice was muffled by the bucket, but still strong and youthful. They were indeed related. “How?”

“You are my cousin.”

“Hmm,” Col. instantly responded, not surprised. “I think everyone is everyone else’s cousin to some degree — I — I — read that.” She remembers her primary task and begins yanking again. The bucket must come off! She must see straight once more!

“Here.” Blue Feather rises out of the water, but becomes instantly dry. She goes over, and in another instant, removes the bucket easily from the Col.’s head.

But, trouble is, the Col. disappears with the action. We’ll see her again soon, though.

Blue Feather cusses, complaining that she’s lost another one.

She leans down and begins to fill up the bucket again.

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