Center of Lapara, Hidi thought after teleporting in.
Karon must be…up there?
But Wheeler said she didn’t find anything here in a scan last night. Only the hq for the whole town seemed promising for more storytelling. So…
She lays on the Some Bunny Loves You Beanbag and thinks of Sozzy Bozo and how he screwed things up oh so royally with Cher and Chan and how he’s paying for it now in the afterlife. Clowned he was. Just like I should be. Didn’t Baker Blinker recently say she wanted to be a clown, a short, dumpy one? Maybe that’s the bill. Not ordinary. Not Smoky Ordinary. The Dump. And, add to that: Gassy.
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Black people. Just like me. But then: “Whiteyes”. Ice Cream Eyes?
She looks at the watch that she’s not wearing. Time to meet Grassy over at the Blue Feather Table Room.
Hucka Doobie kept staring at the map and adding information. “Karon above Lapara, Grassy. And Cadiz is nearby too.”
“A ‘Z’ is kind of an ‘N’ turned on its side,” offered his old friend sitting beside him. His old *nemesis*. But that was long, long ago and far, far away. In a different universe, really.
“You’re right Grassy Noll!” She rotates it in his mind. “Karoz’s ‘N’ must have been turned into a ‘Z’. It’s not lost, merely sideways!”
“Visa versa,” Grassy repeated. “Reverse the ‘N’ with the ‘Z’.”
A big door has opened up the outside world to the lowest level of Olde Lapara Towne’s large underground.
Ahh, fresh air down here at last! But alas winter is coming and the cold can rush through as well, pheh.
Baker thinks there’s more stories to be found in this place…
… despite the fact that Rocky’s Bodega Market is definitely going away in 3 days.
Meanwhile, high in Lapara’s mountain country…
… Racket and Sport enjoy 3 day old croissants while fleshing out a plot to keep their wanderlust stricken cousin Rocky in his home sim.
What did Miss. Minton expect would happen when she went away on an extended vacation and left her door standing wide open, huh?
Bad Miss. Minton. Bad Minton!
Rocky Racco takes one last look around the park with the Wanderlust Art Truck. Here in Olde Lapara Towne until the end of October. Come see as well!
Baker decides the 420 on the side of the Bodega Market has to go to make prim room for the rest of the collages in its upstairs gallery. 6 prims saved right there. Silly, stoned hippies, he thinks, but then realizes there’s exactly $2400 lindens in his account currently. 420 anagram. He reverses his former decision and allows the big green sign to stay for now. Is this black curtain across from it indeed a “Wall of Jasper”?
He meets up with an analysis hungry Hucka Doobie in Olde Lapara Towne instead and its duplicate market.
Hmm. 5 days left on the rent here. Another decision looming. 420 I suppose.
Okay, maybe one more week of rent beyond that and everything will be finished over here — transference complete. And also there’s Rocky to think about. As hard as Baker Bloch has been recruiting the anthropomorphic raccoon to come join him in Collagesity these past 2 weeks, it may still not be a done deal. Bookworm now rents his projected apartment at the SoSo Mall, although that’s planned as a stop gap situation until Rocky’s arrival.
Hucka Doobie shows up. “Finish the gallery over in Collagesity. Tell Levi you’re pulling out here. I’ll deal with Rocky. See you over there in, say, about 20 minutes?”
“That will be fine Hucka Doobie.” I rarely disagree with the highly psychic bee person.
20 minutes later…
“Room for growth now, eh Baker?”
Rocky closes up the market and bar tonight and steps outside to look in the direction of the Wanderlust Art Truck. It’s received quite good press in various blogs and other social media outlets,* and the raccoon is certainly glad of the extra business his store has gotten as a result.
He’s saving up quite the nest egg. But as the old saying goes, winter is coming, and the tourists will trickle down and eventually go away as the snow lays thick on the streets of Olde Lapara Towne. He’s frankly tired of cold winters. Peter, Paul and Mary — I mean, Lamb — were smart to retreat down into the much more temperature regulated underground and create Malone Central, he thinks. But that’s disappeared too apparently, as everyone has gone through the sand dunes/sand castle portal into this mythical land of Hana Lei. He thinks here of a particular collage in Baker Bloch’s small art gallery upstairs featuring David Bowie.
Rocky decides to go back into the store to check again, just to make sure. He passes through the phantom red door into Audrey’s and takes the old timey teleporter to Grasslands. He always seems to bring his gun with him when comes down here lately.
Yes, he remembers now. The last remaining, actual grass of Grasslands, along with the sand dunes portal, had to go away to make prim room for the upstairs art gallery. And local punk band Story Room lost their remaining OLT venue since the theatre space formerly there was also eradicated, and this just after they were banned from playing at Clownski’s after a new noise ordinance was passed by the town council. Our two local bands, lost in a single stroke, he ponders. Rocky thinks of another old saying: Lamb dies with Ram. Baker Bloch tried to prevent it from happening by moving the future focus back into the here and now of the present. Yes, Rocky has his market, has a bar, has a small gallery even. Things are good in October. But even November can get snowy, and the anthropomorphic animal longs to see Santa Claus without Jack Frost always tagging along and nipping at his nose.
He’s not even going to think about how his new novel is coming, and the lack of sales for the old one. Because it’s target practice time once again!
* See, for example, several of my friend Veyot’s recent posts from her “Veyot’s Views” tumblr site (tag = Lapara):