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loss 01

Rocking Roger Pine Ridge was blunt. “Why would I want to leave, Baker Bloch? I have everything here. And now there’s (an Iris) mystery hole, as you guys put it. ”

“*You’re* one of us guys, too,” non-rocking Baker emphasized from the couch more away from the view.

“Maybe.”

“And, besides, I didn’t think you liked it here in this swamp village I think you termed it at one time.”

“Circumstances change. Look… you can see the Moth Temple just beyond that palm tree with a long draw. Can you see it?” He points forward.

Baker Bloch didn’t want distractions tonight. “Yeah, I see it,” he replies without attempting to see, trusting Roger Pine Ridge’s claim. It was a looonnng draw at almost 2 sims, he estimates, but probably reachable. He took RPR’s word for it.

“Oh,” began Roger Pine Ridge after a lingering gander at the beloved temple which he thought of as the center of His Second Lyfe as a whole, if it wasn’t now the *hole*. “The girls make a ruckus downstairs on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes Sundays. Alternate Sundays I believe. But it’s only for a couple of hours in the afternoon and they clean up nicely.”

“You’re talking about Flip and Magika Bean,” Baker Bloch attempted to clarify. “The wrestling duo.”

“Yeah, who are actually Wheeler Wilson and Baker Blinker, I know. But they like their new names. And, like I said, they clean up…”

“Well,” Baker finished this time. “Better go. You think about what I said. Cassandra City might offer more possibilities than here. But then he dared to look out and extend his draw distance and suddenly doubted it. Yeah, the hole sealed the deal. Roger Pine Ridge, along with neighbor Grassy and Wheeler up more toward the temple itself might be here for good. He’d have to face that fact. Face the music of that fact. “Time,” or “Beach”. Depending on the way you flip it.

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review

Cassandra City still holds promise but probably not for this here current photo-novel. Baker Bloch must take his leave, rented apartment in town unused. Big Dick, a Phil actually, waits patiently in the corner of his hotel lobby, looking forward to more communication through the aether.

—–

Story possibilities in Heartsdale, a major driver early on in photo-novel 20, have most likely been exhausted as well. Let’s return there for a similar, final shot: Baker Bloch in front of Small Wood posing with Teddy, a black and white horse owned by an avatar named Zero.

Both glimpse Philip Strevor through a broken gate to the sidewalk. Strangely, the duplicate Yoko Ona that also walked around this particular Heartsdale block is gone now. Yoko as a whole has probably moved on from this sim.

—–

There seems to be more in Iris, a place to be focused on still. For example, there’s a kind of, um, inexplicable “hole” in the center of the 4-5 sim region owned by [delete name], who may actually, in Real Life, be [delete word]. If so, *Crooked* seems to be a link. The prominence of the Moth Temple seen in the background here, the “eye” of the whole Heterocera continent, could play a role in the hypothetical overshadowing of this mystery spot.

—–

Toppsity? I’m not sure what took place in the trial of Yoko Ona. We *know* that she spat on Baker Bloch when he tried to turn her right-side up from upside down while both were fishing in Heartsdale Bay, the last Heartsdale related post in this here photo-novel actually. You don’t spit on the chief avatar of a blog, the one the owner most identifies with, and get away with it — at least in the blog itself, where we still are last time I checked. (pause) Yes, I just checked. We are still in the blog.

But the witches of her coven eliminated original judge Tronesisia: drowned, with a possible saving ship arriving too late in the early afternoon after the late morning accident. Then the several witnesses we know of — Miss Raincoat (aka Sammy Whatammy), Uncle Stinky, and probably Crayola as well (aka Tammy Whatammy?) — have all been linked to maleficent forces too. Wait, let me check that again. (pause) Uncle Stinky has *not* been associated with such forces. He still can be used by the prosecutor George A., who we’ve not talked about since that particular post either. So we should return to Toppsity and finish the trial. Defendant Yoko Ona may be called to the stand herself. *That* could be interesting.

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crooked

—–

Philip Strevor was his own boss for a while but that changed when he entered the Red Room and met Casey One Hole, the bastard. From then on, he worked for him; boss no more. Instead he was a grunt man, bullying underlings and upward mobile wannabes. Like Whatammys except transparent. Sammy Whatammy, aka Miss Raincoat, waited in the waiting room to be seen next by Philip. Then it was Yoko Ona (upward mobile wannabe) and then Zapppa (underling). The place was still heavily bugged.

—–

“Never mind the sign,” he made the obligatory apology to start. “I’m not the boss any more. *He* is. He calls the shots, sometimes golf shots, sometimes other kinds of shots, if you know what I mean.” He stared at Miss Raincoat/Sammy Whatammy, expecting an answer. “Do you *know*… what I *mean*?” he repeated more sinisterly, as was appropriate at this juncture. He’d seen it happen. He didn’t want to see someone face that kind of music again. Pizza!

“I testified just like [delete name] wanted me to. I said all the words I was suppose to say.” She repeated some of the words here: “Underwater. Sinky. Blub blub blub. Just like [delete name] told me.”

“Why can’t you say [delete name]?”

Delete what?

The name of our (actual) boss. [Delete name]. Dang! Now I’m doing it too. Must be [delete word].”

“[Delete name][delete word] is obviously [delete word][delete name]. Reversed.”

“*That* bloodied vampire? That imbecile? Impossible.”

“I believe [delete word].”

“*He’s* Casey One Hole? Played by ever method actor Tom Casey? Dang!”

(to be continued?)

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blub blub blub (sinking)

Sammy Whatammy went home after work and just sat here usually. She never saw sister Tammy. Nammy and Pammy never called — it’s like they didn’t exist. Only Crayola and herself, waiting for this mysterious boss to show up.

“How long was it last week? 3 weeks?”

“Welllllll,” replied Crayola, stretching out words with her large red mouth like she’s wont to do. “Tiiiimme does work difffereeentllly upp therrrrre.”

Looking down at her still normalized shoes, the only bit that remained, she remembered why she never saw Tammy: Witchery.

“Yooouurr cryiinnng. Wouldd youu like anotther sheeetttt?”

—–

Two weeks and 36 bar shifts later, the boss shows up, golf club in hand. This was his club, and Sammy and Crayola were his slaves servants.

“Hey!” he harshly cried through the underwater window. “Wake up in there and open the door!”

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Iris-Beach 02

“Though I might find you in here Wheeler, er, Flip.”

“Flip it is.” She flips her hair lightly with this.

“How’s ‘Beach’? I hear you’re working directly with Roger Pine Ridge this time. Great! Like Stanley K and Arthur C. on ‘2001’. How is Stanley K. anyhoot?”

“How would I know?” Wheeler/Flip returned flippantly. Maybe “innocently” would be a better word there.

“Oh… right. How come no one wants to work with me?”

The seriousness of the question after surreal nonsense surprised the new dooed girl, former ruler of Collagesity, present ruler of Iris and Heterocera as a whole, including the (diagonal) lines, the whole hand. She was still in charge over here. Maybe it was best to move away from the Rubi Woods. Perhaps it was cursed after all, just like Karl claimed. Poor Karl.

I say most of this to Wheeler in the pause. Unlike what Cyberpaperdoll could do, she turns to face me. “You don’t suspect who I am yet.”

“I have my suspicions,” countered bloodied Baker, presently an inept werewolf named Ditch Parkly to balance his similarly inept vampire Pitch Darkly.

“I’m from the future.”

“I might have guessed.”

Wheeler/Flip returned her attention to her drink. A bucket of blood hold the nails. She was just tempted to splatter it all over herself and become a match to Baker over there. Bartender Sammy Whatammy, brother to Tammy and perhaps Gammy (Nammy, Pammy?), had gone to the grocery store over on the piers — should be back any minute. Baker Bloch used the opportunity to probe a little further.

“Hucka Doobie and I think Collagesity may be a goner, *Flip*.”

“What do I care? It’s not my responsibility any longer.”

Another pause. Sammy returned with the needed supplies.

(to be continued?)

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Iris-Beach

“The portal is pulsing over there; it’s ready to go. What say you, Wisey? Horney?” The owls beside him didn’t answer. He asked in the other direction. “What say you Cybie?”

Cyberpaperdoll, facing the opposite way from Baker (but with the owls), was thinking hard, thus the whirling twirling paper airplanes above and around her head. She knew they were on different tracks now, he with his blog and she with her… well, we’ll just leave it at maths for now. And memory! She almost forgot *that*.

“Kids over here a couple of days ago throwing cans in it,” Baker Bloch spoke again. “Darn kids. Hope they didn’t mess up anything.”

Cyberpaperdoll decided not to say anything to that once more. She would be silent from now on. Perhaps “different” can become “parallel” in time.

“Well okay, then.” Baker gets up from the box, intending to go inside the small bar beside the portal in front of him. “Guess I’ll see you guys later.”

(to be continued)

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Toppsity Stargate

“Another one coming through the portal, mum. Iris-Beach again.”

“Queer. The third one in three days from that location.” Ever-sister ponders the significance of this triple manifestation. “Better alert the witches.” The Tronesisia problem has been removed, she considers. But more trouble could be brewing. Three is always the sign of a rival coven.

The crushed can transferred over with a clank clankity clank landing. Coke this time. Sprite, Mountainy Dew, Coke. There can be no doubt.

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smoking buddies

“What do you think, Charlie?” strumming Roger Pine Ridge asked about his new song. “It’s a little more optimistic than my usual fare,” he explains further. “Call it ‘(Life is a) Beach’. Grass and Flip requested it — something more upbeat and lighter to work on, they told me. So I’m just writing about where I am. Right now in my life. Here. Just gotta think of some rhymes to go along with the the music.”

“Fine, fine,” states Charlie, only half listening, with the other half thinking about Margret, aka Poetry. Where was she tonight? Still stuck back in time, in the past. 1950’s still? Maybe even back — dare I think of it — to 1921? Where does that leave *me*? With Aloha? What the hell is Aloha?

Stopping the motion of his pick, Roger picked up on his friend’s concerns. “Don’t worry about Poetry, Charlie Banana. Where there’s a wall there’s a bridge. He starts the song over again, synchronistically thinking of another chord progression he could add to complete the bridge and the music as a whole.

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buttes

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“Catvas I always smells of bird,” Bill complains. “And Catvas II of fish.”

“You smell of lion,” Grassy continued the grousing. “And I smell of, um, sodden earth? Haystacks?” He looks down at his white, sneakered feet. “Haven’t quite pinned it down.”

“We’ll get to Montana and then we’ll know.” Bill leaned in closer and lowered her voice. “Got any more of that wacky weed on ya? I brought some tweezers.”

“Then I’ve got the pony, hehe. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“I dig!”

—–

“I was surprised to find (The) Bill still living in Iris in that neat shack of hers with the great view of the Moth Temple. I thought she’d moved on long ago. But time traces have a way of lingering — if you’re alert to the situation. Which I try to be, bananas and other fruits be darned. Sox. I’m wondering about black and white again tonight, expanded into green and blue vs. red and yellow. Just like the Mmmmmm’s, poor bastards. I suppose Mmmmmm Grassy Noll is still around, maybe even Roger Pine Ridge. Yes, we must journey back back back to Iris, the “eye” of Heterocera. Just for a bit.

“I think we’ve about got it, Grassy!”

“Grass, please,” he reprimanded about his name once again.

Unlike before, they were working on the Flip side this time.

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bird

“Glue, huh Wheeler?”

“I think I’m looking right at it.”

—–

“What now?”

“We take away their toys. We give them furniture. They’re grown up now. Here, I’ll show you.”

—–

“Where’d you go?”

“I had the wrong group tag activated. Had to log out and back in to get the furniture back, pheh. So hold on *now*.”

—–

“Well look at that, Wheeler. Took right to them (!).

Marvelous creations. But…”

“I know, I know. The last collage points right to this moment. Where one must put away their toys and become a man — or woman. Loss of innocence.”

“But is that a *good* thing?”

—–

“We must admit the existence of Mossmen at the least,” spoke wise Hucka Doobie at the Blue Feather Table. “But I’m with Wheeler about Gene Fade. Fade may be just representative of the Mossmen as a whole.”

“But there’s Grassy Noll’s memories,” countered Baker Bloch.

“Ahh. We must question that as well.”

Baker emits air. “Bring him in, then.”

—–

“First off, Grassy, we had some issues with your core avatar. Are you petersoso or edwardston? The latter would be more logical. Than just, er, sponging off Roger Pine Ridge(‘s core).”

“I’ll work on it. Sorry about that.”

“That’s okay.” Baker Bloch looked over at Wheeler, at Hucka Doobie. “Well?”

—–

“And that’s how we learned the truth, Baker Blinker. That Grassy is a direct conduit between Our Second Life and the Toy Kingdom. Which we kind of knew all along I suppose. Two in one.”

“Why are you telling me this? You know it can’t bring me back.”

“I just don’t want to loose touch with you. And I thought you needed to know. Another two in one.”

The female Baker wipes crumbs from her jeans. “Karoz and I plan to remain in Chilbo, despite the loss of the Oracle. We will fade into the distance.”

“I hate that that will happen.”

“How’s your job going?”

“Well.”

Baker Blinker looks down. “I prefer Collagesity eggs to the Bennington experiments.”

“Suit yourself. Each are good to me in their own way. Finish your breakfast and then we’ll go take a look at Artist Alley. I want your opinion on some things.”

—–

“Fal Mouth Moon. Black — Pitch, on one corner, and White — Woody, on another. This must be the same as the Jeogerock, which is the same as Grey Rock. Grey Rock and topping Seal Stone in one. All of this is about the toys, really, and Frank and Herman Parks. How the Mossmen and Mmmmmm’s interact. How the marbles figure into all this. It’s all heading back to reality. From fantasy.”

“Pick me up with your strong, muscular arms, Baker Bloch,” Baker Blinker then requested. “You’ll see how much this is reality.”

“That was harder easier than I thought it would be. Remarkably light.”

“Two stone,” Baker Blinker projected, then lept down.

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