“Alright Prime, Edos, Mono. It’s been 3 weeks to the day, hour, minute. Time to use our God given tools and break out of this place.”
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acrylic
“Okay, I’m just going to start with the red and work from there. Hold *still*, please.”
“Sorry. I was just trying to unstick my arm from this skirt.”
“Let it go. It’s fine. Your skirt’s just poofing out too much for the animation. I’ve already worked it into the picture. Just calm down.”
“I should be telling *you* that.” She let him paint in peace for a while. She watched him exchange red for yellow, then yellow for blue. The tube of Winsor and Newton Permanent Green had been left behind in Middletown. This wasn’t an oil painting.
“How… how long are we going to stay here with your hick family, ex of mine?” she finally said to break the silence. Blue was done. She stared at his quickly drying brush. “I suppose Mr. Babyface is long overdue for being oiled up, haha.”
“Aunt Emerald asked me here for the wedding. She said it shouldn’t be long before we know which Dixon was involved. I thought it would be a good excuse to get away from you-know-who.”
“Mr. Green,” Supergal Flo said, nodding, thinking of the monster.
“Yeah. And reconnect with you for a bit. Aunt Emerald insisted. She said, be sure to bring that red, yellow, and blue gal of yours. So we’re throwing her off, along with the others. Best they don’t know about Gregg with the extra ‘g’, see. The rogue relation.”
“Good idea. So… we’re trapped here.”
“Until the wedding, yeah. Snowwhite will choose soon enough, though.”
Interesting he’s never painted his sister, Supergal Flo realized about her ex as he cleaned his brush. All gleaming white with no color atall. What’s the point, I suppose.
“Let me see.”
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Diamond
“God help our user Baker B. to finish up part 06 of this Collagesity graphic novel. God help Dixon Too find Dixon One and bring him home safe from the mountain darkness. God help Brother Oden’s possession and make it easier on him by intense — intensi-fying his artistic talents. And last (Snowwhite Well stares over), God help Aunt Emerald to find the courage to carry on despite over*whelming* odds.” Snowflake Well unclasps her hands, proudly rises from the prayer ottoman. “And that’s it, teehee.” She curtsies sweetly with this.
“Please,” a studying Emerald insists. “Call me Maw. One of my boys — maybe both my boys — will soon be your husband, with one or both of their seeds insides ya.”
“I can feel it,” suddenly gasps Snowwhite Well. “From the future!”
“Nice. This town can do that to ya. Horrible urban planning with the split down the middle and all. But there’s advantages to schizophrenia. Don’t do my Dixons no wrong.”
“Maw,” she reinforced. “I can *feel* it.” She rubs her belly, even lifts her top a bit. “Right here in my navel.” She circles her stomach with an index finger. “Is — is it still there? I can’t see in this light.”
“Yes, it’s there,” coos Emerald, not a lesbian but still admiring. “Snowwhite, I’m not sure how Dixon One *ever* left you here with that thing glinting far and wide. He must be blind toward it.”
“And now… Dixon Too must follow. Reborn Duncan must be found and returned to his rightful place. Dixie.”
“Better quarantine you two lovebirds a bit before the departure.
“And lower your top back.”
“Yessum.”
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Nova 02
Klancaster. Whence he came from. The dirt, the grime. He must cleanse himself in this mountain environment. Forget about Snowwhite Well. Forget about Dixon Too, Maw, Cousin Odie, the rest.
No, this was not the snow peaked mountain of treasure lore he’s on. (Dixon walks across the stone patio.) But he’s *close*. He can feel it. Maybe even that far summit over there hidden behind the tall pines?
Hold on. What’s that?
*Linden* trees. And in such profusion. He’s never seen so many in one place. He must go check it out!
—–
So thick you can’t see what’s inside. And the property’s banned.
Oh well, Dixon thinks. Moving on.
—–
“One down, one to go, Young Duncan. Hold on.”
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Nova
“I’ll protect you, Young Duncan. They won’t be able to reach you here.”
“Thanks Phillip. Should I call you Linden? Or Rosedale?”
“Either one now.” He glances over at the black boy sitting atop a burning pyramid of wood. “At least you’re immune to fire here.”
“True,” proclaims warm but not hot Duncan. He stirs slightly to get more comfortable on his perch. “I know you’ll figure it out. Because you have such a big head about you. I’ve seen it again and again. Over and over.
Never gets old.”
“Thank you. I’ll be here all week.”
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Klancasters
“It’s not that one, Dixon Too. Too low, you see. No snowy peak.”
“Stop calling me ‘Too.’ *You’re* the ‘Too'”
“How about just Dixon again,” he compromised. “We call each other Dixon from now on. We’ll deal with the One and Too when other people are around.”
“Agreed, er, Dixon. But… we’ve already done this. Our entire lives.”
“Agreed,” the other repeats.
—–
“She says she’ll sleep with you. You have that to look forward to.”
“Maybe I don’t want to sleep with her,” the other countered, making his doppleganger laugh. The other then laughed with him.
“Good one, *’Too’*.”
—–
Alone again, he surveys the world he comes from.
“What a load of crap.”
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purity
“I’m it, Dixon,” she pleads. “I’m the treasure.”
“Cut the crap, Snowwhite. I know the treasure is in the mountains. It says it right here on this map.” He pushes the map more across the table toward her. “Snowy peak and all. You *know*.”
“I don’t know, Dixon.” Tears begin to form in her eyes again.
“I’m leaving town. I’m going to find it.”
Dramatic pause. Tears are running down her cheeks now. “I’ll… I’ll sleep with the other Dixon who remains. You know I will.”
Dixon huffs. “My no good doppleganger, pheh.”
“The one who tracked down and captured Duncan Avocado…”
“I *know* what he did, Ms. Well.”
She sniffs, dries her eyes with the back of her hand. “He did a good thing.”
Dixon didn’t reply, looked out the window at the bright aspen leaves. Snowy peak. She *knows* goll darnit.
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dirt
“See, sister of mine? This is where I turn green. This could be the center of it all. This could be the well.”
“Then: me.”
—–
“Who is this inky man coming up the muddy road to see me, then?”
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snow
“It’s so clean and white here, Morris. I’m glad this is the place you decided to wake up in.”
“Sorry you missed your meeting, Lou.”
“Oh well.”
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Race
“Stop *staring* at the man, Baker Bloch thought about Horace Wise. It’s like he’s never seen a black person before.
“So,” Duncan began, obviously conscious of the riveting gaze, “looks like we’ll have to start without our Mountain Lake representative Ms. Well.”
“A *wo*-man,” spoke Horace Wise incredulously from his side. “I think not. We already have [delete rest of sentence].”
Baker Bloch breathed deeply. Looking at him, Duncan decided to jump in first. “First of all, we’re African-*Americans*. Just like you Horace.”
Horace Wise finally broke his stare, sighed, and waved his arms around in despair. “The Virtual Chel-sea Hotel, the finest building, most likely, in this whole, wide conti-nent. Represented by *you*.”
Alright, that’s it Horace,” states Baker Bloch angrily. “I’m evoking class *5* status by rights of being the *author* of this novel — a *Collagesity* novel, after all — and saying that your Philo is disqualified, disqualified, *disqualified* from the race for the treasure. Now — *get out*. It will be between me, *Duncan* here — a man like yourself, thankfully, or I don’t know *what* you’d call him — and then Lou, our representative apparently from the Mountain Lake region of the Omega continent.” In his rage, he left out the remaining candidate at the table: Teepot’s Jeffrie Phillips.
But Horace Wise didn’t leave immediately. “You’re taking all this serious-ly. The” — he looks over at Duncan — “*black* man here. Then a woman. *Wo*-man.”
“Yes!!” Baker Bloch’s yell could probably be heard all the way over to Horace’s hometown.
And this is probably what a lot of people were like back then. And could still be. Yes, probably were around in good numbers still. Philo is *history*, but history repeats.
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Sunklands 