It’s time for Improvio to strike out on his own.
Hana Lei…
… and Leona too.
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Bogota series continues (collage 11(!))
This is a little different: the order of the collages in what’s now the second floor of the exhibit runs reverse from the first and the third. This was dictated by the nature of the collages themselves. More details later, but for now let’s join Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch taking a tour…
—–
“That’s Precious Snowflake at the bunny related shop in Ohno. But I wasn’t asked to be there for the photo.”
“No, that’s me,” clarified Baker Bloch to Baker Blinker while staring with her at newly place Bogota Collage 11 in Castle Jack. “The important thing to get, or overarching thing, is that *this* collage is set in Ohno on the almost extreme *east* side of Snowlands. And then the collage immediately before this, called, let’s see, “You Must Have Patience,” is based on a photo of extreme *western* Snowlands. These two act as a frame.”
“Interesting.”
“Very interesting,” Baker emphasizes. “I had a tarot reading tonight by the (new) owner of the land in that slightly earlier collage, Baker Blinker. I won’t give out the name, only say that her initials involve the same letter — like us.”
“I know who it is,” Baker Blinker declared. “I go over there too while you’re not logged in.”
“Okay — didn’t know that but okay. Back to the tarot reading: it seemed almost identical to the one our user got in real life only several days back. The question posed?”
“Don’t say it,” Baker Blinker requested.
“Alright.” Baker Bloch paused. “But do you think *they* were contacting me — us — through Second Life. Reinforcing the original answer.”
“Of course, obviously.”
“Snowlands is being cleared. I will be giving up my rental in the (extreme) western part in a little over a week. I don’t see any reason to continue my rental, despite the tarot reading next door.
“Let’s go see it,” Baker Blinker proferred. “Before the deletion. I’ll show you what I know. We’ll go, let’s say, biking (!). When’s the last time we biked together?”
“Hey Baker…” Baker Bloch began asking Baker Blinker, now staring directly at her and away from the newest Bogota collage.
“Better name this one,” Baker Blinker said before he could finish his question, making the male Baker return his stare toward it.
“Hmm, what do you suggest?”
“Bigfoot,” Baker Blinker answered without pause.
—-
“One points to the snow, the other to the big rabbit’s foot. Snowlands in toto.”
“And Bigfoot,” Baker Blinker reinforced.
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Pages > Page
“I’m going to walk this labyrinth every day.” Baker Blinker smirked at her husband. “*Almost* every day.”
“Let’s head over to Perch and grab some lunch, Karoz,” Baker Blinker then suggested. “Wheeler said she’d be meeting us there. It will be tough because none of us are interchangeable with each other. All three are unique monads.”
“We’ll have to reduce windows, eliminate trees, grass — the usual. Nothing beyond the capabilities of our user.”
“We’ll see,” Baker Blinker replied. She hadn’t been practicing these tricks as much as Karoz recently.
—–
“Where is she?” asks Karoz in his usual impatient ways. “New Island, pheh.”
“Why don’t you tell me about Baker Bloch’s ideas for you being a novelist while we wait, Karoz.” Baker Blinker had done some yoga in preparation for this meeting and was pretty relaxed, despite the circumstances. Maybe she can be the voice of reason tonight.
—–
But no time. Wheeler manifested behind them and took a seat. Karoz knew she’d like the one next to the wall. And next to him. “Better narrow those windows further now, Baker Blinker,” he requested. Because Wheeler certainly isn’t going to reduce hers, he thought.
—–
“Where *is* that chef Owens with our menus?” barks Wheeler. “Must be, what, 5 minutes since I arrived?” A word had hardly passed between the three since she showed up.
“It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, Wheeler,” explained Baker Blinker, already with an edge. “Skeleton crew in the middle of the night here at Perch. Your chef has transformed into a detective. Maybe out trying to solve one of the crimes you committed, haha.”
“That’s no good,” Wheeler replied, nonplussed by the female Baker’s sarcasm. “This is *my* restaurant, *my* town.” She looked at both Baker Blinker and Karoz Blogger and drew back. “Isn’t it?”
Baker Blinker was direct. “Tell us what happened in Snowlands, Wheeler, um, Wilson.”
—–
Wheeler’s secret table room had been found out by the real owner of the Way Station parcel. Objects returned to owner (i.e., Wheeler). She had to come back to Collagesity. She may have the opportunity to rent more in the middle of Inferialist, but, in truth, a disconnect of sorts has occurred between the extended Baker family and Snowlands. For now at least. Baker Bloch (playing the role of Snowmanster) also felt it wise to delete his newly rezzed home next to Woody’s on the east side of Purden Forest. So none of the family have secret dwellings in Sansara’s Snowlands region now. Oh… except one perhaps. Karoz. Perhaps this is the night Baker Blinker found out about the deep dank DARK power of Mid Hazel. This is the subject of Karoz’s projected first novel. In the future.
—–
“Alright, spill the wine Karoz and Wheeler,” she requested. “We’re all in this together. We all need to be on the same page so we can face the threat collectively. Don’t you think, *Karoz*?” Her yoga induced relaxation was wearing off, muscles tensing up once more. She was spouting reason but not in the calm manner she was hoping. Tension — why do people create it when interacting? And why do we need it *fictionally*?
—–
“‘Deep Dank… DARK'”, Wheeler states firmly. “That will be the name of the book. It will be published March 17, 2018. The day the trees died over in Rubi. The day Master Purden died between the green and the white (trees) in Snowlands. Diagonal. It will be based on The Diagonal.” She reorients her hands under her chin. “This is the only way we can be saved.”
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White?
There was a tapping at the window. Karoz awoke. “Stars,” he quickly determined, looking over at the wire decoration. “Only stars.” But then his name came in the wind. “Ka-roz.” It chilled him to the bone. He stood up on the bed.
He then saw the person — or being — outside. Under the stars. Near the ground but still floating above it. A conical hat topped being on a cross but also holding a cross, a larger one. Was this the legendary Bigfoot he had heard about stalking the area? The rogue one? He must protect himself if so! But he had no weapons he knew of, no sword, gun, nothing. One of Baker Blinker’s frying pans? Where was Baker Blinker? Karoz sensed she was missing. Downstairs cooking in an eerie, even hideous light… but still missing.
Karoz awoke with a startle, also waking up Baker Blinker in the bed beside him. “Squidmares again?” she half joked while turning toward him.
—–
2 hours later:
“Is she still there Doria? Doria??”
“Oh. No.”
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A novel idea.
Baker Bloch’s discordant piano playing continued past Karoz’s veiled request for cessation. Message not received. Baker’s got all day to play the piano, explore old, forgotten forests, and so on, Karoz thinks. *He* has a religion to jumpstart, a wife to consider, and more. Yes, more. He must be more forthright.
On cue, Baker abruptly halted his production, mid-jangle. “You know what you need to do Karoz,” he spoke while pivoting toward the moss being, obviously somehow inspired by the cantankerous music. “Write about Chilbo. Write about how you’re different from me, Baker Blinker, Hucka Doobie even. You come after us. You come from Chilbo or at least the area. Jeogeot itself. That’s where we (separated) from [delete name] and his off-mainland roleplaying. Contact Maggie. Maybe she’ll have some ideas.”
“Novel writer?” Karoz protests, but Baker had started his infernal clanking again and didn’t hear the question. As if I don’t have enough on my plate, he then thinks, and begins to plot his escape again.
But he ended up being just that.
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More Snowland (etc.) pics
Some older Collagesity related pictures that never made the blog for various reasons.
Wheeler’s New Island pot fetish subplot never manifested in “Collagesity 2016-2017 Winter”.
Neither did these guys appear.
This particular snapshot of Purden Forest’s Core-Alena with open eyes never made it.
Baker Bloch’s actual discovery of Woody’s “visitors” in Part 6 of C1617W (as I’m abbreviating it), atop these woods.
Direct inspiration for the same visitors, which turned out to be Old Mabel and Buurb/Urch in *blue* dresses (not pink). Yes, the 2 gals below were actual inhabitants of the oversized Livigno trailer our future lovers *pretended* to live in (along with axe wielding Uncle Jack). They were mentioned in C1617W as being killed and buried in their own backyard. The overall reference is obviously to the Grady twins of “The Shining”, in case you missed it.
Another Snowlands black star… somewhere in the south regions.
Lonely sunrise junction.
I thought I’d throw in a map here of the Okemo, Nakiska, and Southern Railway (ONSR) from the Second Life wiki since I haven’t mentioned it before. Mainland enthusiasts: you *must* go ride it.
Baker posing at a protected Snowlands waterfall.
Strange gathering of avatars near Wheeler’s Way Station featured in C1617W.
Inferialist church and mountains.
Hitching a ride on a passing Yava Script Pod, Baker heads down into Chamonix City, another must-see when visiting Sansara’s Snowlands.
Finally: testing out a probable reality.
One can dream, can’t they?
One can dream.
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Resolution 02
“We are at Purden Center, Snowmanster. But where are Core and Alena?”
“Yeah, right, I forgot about that too,” Snowmanster acknowledges. “I’ll have to leave you once more, just for a moment.” He puts his hand on the wooden man’s shoulder. “Woody, you’ve been a fantastical friend down through the years for me. You’ve endured great hardships and still have managed to make a place for yourself in this world. I am here to help now. Wheeler and I. And the children who aren’t children, now rescued from being X-ed out. We’re all in this together. You can ask your questions.” On the spot, Snowmanster changes into Core-Alena.
“Kneel down, Woody,” Core-Alena requests. “So I can speak with you… fellow wooden being. Here, let me turn just a little to the right so you can see me better. And I, you.”
Woody kneels. “Snowmanster? Is that you in there?”
“Yes. This is a core being as well but more than myself. *All* of us. Everyone in the Snowlands. Rich and poor. Good and evil. Male and female. We are them. They are us. As Snowmanster, I just had to commit to being here. With you and the others.” Owlie the 3rd eyed owl sitting on one of their branches hoots in agreement.
“So is this… the end?”
“Yes,” states Core-Alena. “We will go forward, obviously, but in a different setting, a different light. Mid-Hazel and her entrapping X’s, etc., have been defeated. We are one.
Woody gets on the ground and stares directly into the male-female eyes. He asks the final question. “Am I in there too?”
“Woody,” Core-Alena playfully smirks. “You are the key!”
END OF “COLLAGESITY 2016-2017 WINTER”.
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Resolution 01
From a frozen pond in Virrat, Baker Bloch admires the vast expanse of Poorvoo’s North Pole. But he doesn’t have time right now to revisit that place. He must get to Woody’s before the toy avatar awakes and spring the surprise.
—–
“Well?” he says while showing Woody the interior view. “What do you think?” He knew he’d be pleased.
“Fantastical,” Woody replies. “But who are you?”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot to change.”
“Snowmanster!” Woody cried. “So you have a secret identity.”
“Not secret,” admitted Baker Bloch/Snowmanster. “Core,” he explained. “That is (more) my real self.”
“What *is* you?”
“My father was a superhero and then a talk show host. My mother was, well… diffcult to explain.” He obviously thought of Wheeler’s recent appearances as Old Grey.
“Well I never,” exclaimed Woody. “Do *I* have a secret identity? A *core*?”
“Maybe,” says Snowmanster. “Why don’t we try to ask the *tree* this morning. I have a hunch they might be free to speak now.”
“Core-Alena?” asks Woody. He stares out the window toward the center of the woods.
“Of course.”
“But a spell was put on them.”
“I think Mid Hazel’s control is breaking down, Woody, thanks to Wheeler. She’s up next to Livigno now. She’s adopted two children who aren’t children at all but soon-to-be lovers. They will look into the room. They will free us.”
“Fantastical,” Woody repeats. “Let’s go see the tree.”
“Bert’s not invited.” Snowmanster and Woody share a laugh with that.
—–
Walking toward Purden Center from Snowmanster’s new home next to Woody’s.
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Rooms
The children rock inside while Uncle Jack approaches the window, telling them the deed is done. The fake Uncle Jack has been buried out in the backyard along with the fake children that showed up yesterday. Blue has switched with pink. No pink clad twins in this storyline! But perhaps their ghosts will haunt the oversized trailer later on.
After supper, the children sit on the porch while Uncle Jack stays back in the kitchen. He always seems to be cooking or cleaning there.
“I’ve seen inside their room,” says Buurb, sitting on the wooden flooring opposite Old Mabel.
She makes a shocked face. “But *how*? The door is always locked.”
“Remote viewing. You don’t know that trick yet?”
Old Mabel’s shoulders ease back a little. “Of course. But I don’t like to pry. What’s behind closed doors should stay behind closed doors.”
“Not how it works around here,” answers Buurb, who was naturally nosier than his counterpart. “Anyway, they’re dead now. What do they care if we peek around inside. I could even lay in their beds if I wished. You could too.”
“Don’t you *dare*,” reprimands Old Mabel. “This Livigno sim will serve us well as long as we obey the rules set up by Uncle Jack. Do I need to tell them again to you? There are only three.” Buurb was about protest that she doesn’t need to do this again when she stands up anyway and begins.
“One…”
“…if the fake people show up, they will be killed and disposed of in the backyard.”
“Two…”
“… don’t leave the Livigno sim because all answers are here.”
“Three…”
“… *never* enter the Story Room.” She sits back down in the executive chair. “Any questions Buurb? Buuuuurb?” Old Mabel knew Buurb hated it when the double vowels in his name were stretched out like that.
“Um, yeah actually.” He puts his index finger to his chin smugly. “I’ve been thinking about this. If all the answers are here, in this sim (he points down), and Story Room is part of this sim — *if* it’s part; perhaps its beating heart as Jack once put it — then maybe the answers are in that room.”
Uncle Jack’s ears prick up in the kitchen. He thinks about the still bloodied axe against the wall around the corner.
“We can just march in and get them,” Buurb continues. “That’s the, er, paradox of all this, where the head eats the tail. We stay in the sim, but must never look into the *heart* of the sim? Ever thought about that Old Mabel?”
“This is not the Garden of Adam and Eve.”
“Isn’t it?”
—–
At the same time and 100 yards to the northwest, Wheeler tries to teleport back into her adopted Ayas cabin after buying a stack of books, a Lisa Simpson cutout, and some ice cream down the hill at Inferialist, but instead finds herself in a hidden space underneath.
On the other side of the wall she discovers more.
Buurb was looking in the wrong place.
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Sunklands 