https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Y3hUMuaTvk&t=22s
The Martians weren’t these ugly monster people. They were human beings and very advanced. We became so negative at the time that it was us attacking them. We warred on other planets.
“We met on a beach, remember? Green waters not blue. Blue was not allowed here. Not after Zambolis.”
“I’m glad you said the Mythos equivalent of [delete name] and not [delete name] itself.”
“You’re welcome! We still work as a team.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0106, MARS, Mythopolis, New Island, Omega
She approached the door from the right.
The 28 blue squares representing Jeogeot’s Korean Channel winked out 1 by 1 by 1 on the floor before her, leaving only red, yellow, green.
“Andie?” I call over the resulting black void. “Is that really you??” The hair and skin colors were a bit off from before but I knew this to be true.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0105, Jeogeot, Xilted
“In olden days it was known as Zambolis. Well. That wasn’t *exactly* true. It was Orient (as opposed to Occident) on a planet, a (defined) sphere, that kind of paralleled the world of Our Second Lyfe, correct.” We’d already established, long long ago, that this planet was called Mythos and was based upon my home county near but not in the NC Mtns. Close enough?
—–
“I got tired of hearing about soulmates from Kammie. I mean, we’re great *friends*, we get along remarkably well — all told, ha.”
“The Venus issue,” I guess again as Andie the foreign green or blue mid-sectioned alien kept speaking and explaining her position — positions. I’d speculated long ago what we were — but it’s more obviously what I’d call counterparts in my limited understanding of the cosmic subject. Like in Alabama.
“What is this Venus energy?” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was prompting me for an answer or if she already knew the answer. Because this was a sticking point. “Where did it all start?” she followed up.
Here. In Blue Mountain. Better get back to it.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0104, Alabama, Blue Mountain, Google Street View, Haze County, Mythopolis, New Island, Omega, Utah
Probably the last structure has been added to my Nawt Vaya Free State property for this here photo-novel, 50 in a series of 50 and still going. Another old one: an abbreviated version of the Kidd Tower that was conceived over 10 years ago and where we’ve just seen Mr. Babyface sitting on the topmost floor of in the post before this one. Frank’s Moving Castle, still also in NVFS as of this writing, appears to be testing its flavor. 🙂
As stated, Mr. Babyface is no longer with us, having perished in the Korean Channel sim synchily called Orgamast thanks to that unexpectedly appearing water funnel or whirlpool or something. In his place we have Okama Majo now living in the building, also taking up Babyface’s study of the Big E/Big Schwa. Through his video feed, he stares at Orgamast here like his baby faced predecessor did before. He understands the meaning perhaps even better. All Blue. TBC?
stare, take 02
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0611, Jeogeot, Kidd Tower, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Xilted
Back home, Andie and I have an argument about whether the color of Little Alamo is blue or green. Andie says green. “But your midsection,” I then notice from my position in front of her, the same one where it all started. “Is *that* blue?” I tested.
Andie looks down. “Same.”
“Same as in my opinion or same–”
“Same,” she cut me off here.
—–
“Perfection,” Mr. Babyface says about the Big E/Big Schwa on the table in front of him while huffing and puffing on his favorite tobacco brand Blue Pennant. Could have been talking about either blue, then. And this not long before his demise in that mysteriously appearing water funnel off the coast of Orgamast. Which he stares at here, realizing where he’ll die and then just as quickly forgetting about it, warning ignored.
—–
“You — we (she said after a pause) — have a Venus problem,” she summarizes, still standing before me with back turned to that interestingly colored, palm rimmed pool of non-Linden water. Placed there for a reason, I understood. Attractor.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0610, Jeogeot, Kidd Tower, New Island, Omega, Xilted
“You’re going to have to give all this up, Newt/Baker. Else–”
“Slavery. I know.”
—–
“The red, yellow, green I can accept,” she said, indicating the colors of her own body across from me. “But the *blue*. Too much!” It was a line drawn. Black and blue I become in the above times. I have to avoid this!
Given all that had been revealed, though, she was acting quite reasonable. A reasonable demand. I’ll have to think it through. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0609, New Island, Omega
“RUST is The Body, the thing being penetrated by a rod. But, more importantly, RUST is *US*. Bottom line: We’re screwed. The country is divided into two parts, progressive and conservative, yang and yin. We can’t keep holding this magical sphere together with just duct tape and safety pins. The guts are going to start spilling out.”
“I’m trying so hard!” says Wheeler, who then gives up the act and moves on to the next collage.
“The Boos are let loose in the ensuing chaos that equals Mars, the God of War, the only thing that can, let’s say, *unite* the two parts at this too-late-of-date. Fear and Panic let’s call them, as they are. The (rusty) Body teeters on the edge of a cliff above US. What happens next?”
“Devouring,” she identifies correctly. “Just like with the hand. Bite the hand that eats you,” she ends cryptically.
Let’s go back to the cafe next. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0608, Bogota, Boos, Cricket, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, New Island, NVFS, Omega
“Here. You can go here. RA-CY,” she reads from the sign. “Racy. You are allowed.”
“Thank you chaperone!”
—–
“The legs are too long,” she says, looking over the body stretched out on the couch in the burg office center’s 3rd and final floor, hands behind head. Like Bigfoot. Like her feet, she might opine, if she were actually, truly alive.
“I know. But I tried to change them and it didn’t work.” 10 to 9, I thought to myself but not bringing it up out loud. I was just astonished we had gotten this far. She continued…
“What of this, er, wound to the belly. Explain.”
After a pause: “Just to add to the realism. A different texture… with the masking tape and all.” Later addition, I then thought to myself again.
“Let’s get into the more delicate matters,” she quickly continued, as if wanting to get this over.
“Alright.”
“The pipe.”
It was here I had to bring up the witch.
——
“There’s no one in there,” she attempted to clarify later, trying to stay as level headed as possible. The thing was actually *breathing*, she thought.
“No,” I said.
“Never ever?”
“No,” I said as firmly as before. It starts with her, it ends with her. The Body. Receptacle, yes, but never anyone inside.”
“Not [delete name].”
No again.
“You’re sure.”
“Yes.”
“Just you.”
A pause. “Yes.”
“In everyone involved.”
Another pause. “Right.” Pause. “Everyone.”
“This… witch,” she returned to that subject.
“New Island witch, yes,” I said. “Mid-Hazel,” I named her.
She shook her head. We had had enough for this morning. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0607, New Island
Just as an experiment, I set up a duplicate Frank’s Moving Castle on cheap rental land at New Island.
We’ve already had an interesting visitor.
And I love this blue-green pool stretching out for about 150 meters behind it from the direction of the road it’s on. I’m tempted to call the palm rimmed body of water Little Alamo.
1st things 1st. Carefully *carefully* explore the sim it’s in and then work out from there. Another interesting property for sure here is one called Afterlife, featuring a namesake club 2000 meters in the sky alongside a game arcade and a bar (notice “Night City” on its front).
Andie — the visitor I mentioned before — decided to accompany me on my explorations tonight. Said she has no choice, *I* had no choice. She also called herself “the chaperone” at one point in our conversations. After learning more details about my situation, she suggested that I retain my properties in Nawt Vaya but the castle can roam. Like it was built for, I realized, built into its name; Frank’s *Moving* Castle, after all. This could be the first relocation of several. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0606, C2077, Frank's Moving Castle, New Island, Omega
Sunklands 