“It’s time to reach through the screen again, Baker Bloch.”
Toots’ Carolina
“Not one but two Lindens I have brought you to this meeting.”
“The meeting of Lime World vs. World of Lemon,” I attempted to clarify.
“I am a witch, yes. You will listen to me now. I am equal to John. We are two in one.”
“You ruined–” I started to declare.
“*No*.”
“Well… besides, you’re not really–”
“*NO*.”
I paused. “No as in, no you’re not really that person or, um, no you’re really that person?”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0611, Hills of Bill^, Maebaleia/Satori
“I believe there are witches in Toppsity, Hucka D., turning the elements upside down. Perhaps Marilyn herself, who, after all, caused a Niagara in the suburb of Ona to complete the 4.”
“Fiji,” Hucka D. *finally* speaks. “Heaven for the Red Dwarf’s Cat. It is good that the Truths are leaving town for greener grasses.”
“Start the seed business anew elsewhere,” agrees Baker B.
“Maybe,” Hucka D. attempts to add. “Maybe…”
“Yes?”
“In Sink X?”
“Golden,” probably corrects Baker B. Me, after all. I should know better than anyone. Me and Hucka.
“Say you got it from a man from the future, huh. Wish I had one of those back in the days.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0410, Maebaleia/Satori, Toppsity^
PIPERSVILLE (CHIP SHOT) and SINK X
MIDDLE GAME.
LONG DRIVE.
“It’s the only X the Linden roads make on Maebaleia,” I speak to my avatar who stands beside this very crossroads. Or at least a rendition thereof.
“Satori,” he calls up in a small voice.
“Right,” I boom down. “What I said. Anyway, it’s between the two X’s we’re calling Middle Game and Long Drive. These 2 smaller X’s…”
“Smaller,” echoes Baker Bloch down below.
“Yes,” I say in a bigger way. “They must be part of one larger X, then. Logical?” I query.
There was a pause. “What about Sink X?” he says in such a small voice that I didn’t hear him at first. He was looking in the distance.
“What’s that?” I boom down.
“Sink X!” he pipes up. “Pipersville! Chip Shot!!”
—–
“I was sitting right over there on that bench, Baker Bloch — my Gaseous Bench — when the (Tarsus) attack began. Poor Tealy.”
“But… he’s still alive,” a puzzled Baker responds, seeing the colorful raccoon just this morning.
“Oh yes. I rebuilt him. Just a mechanoid, see. Not a real raccoon. Hence the color, silly.”
“Good. I’m glad he’s still alive. But I was thinking…”
“Karoz?” Tillie guessed. Both were contemplating the common teal color now. Or blue-green. “That would make me…”
“The Other Baker, yes. The female.”
“But I’m…”
“I know who you are.” Pause. “Now.”
“Well.” She threw up her hands. “It’s a mystery, then. Another one.”
Baker emits air (as well?). “We better speak about Chip Shot; and Middle Game; Long Drive,” he finished, further away from the beginning of this sentence than ever.
“Pretty easy. Chip shot, even. Sink X is a green that’s also a sand dune or bunker. Paradox. Two opposite things in one. Two *bordering* things, but getting on the green, especially with a long drive, is good, while hitting a sand bunker…”
“Bad,” completes Baker Bloch. “Two neighboring opposites combining into one.”
“And Chip Shot just a chip away from either. Perched on the lip.”
“Chip Shot… Pipersville’s original name?”
“A variant, historical name,” Tillie offers, coming into synch with her fellow core avatar. Another 2n1.
—–
“What next? Will you leave Rubisea now, Tillie? You and Tealy? Perhaps go on a journey to find seed in Grasslands which is Toppsity? Passing Golden Sink on the way? Where it all ends according to both me (as Pitch) and, let’s see, I think it was Dave. Firesign’s Dave.”
“David Ossman,” Tillie recites. “Archer.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0401, Maebaleia/Satori, Pipersville/Sink X^, Regaltown^, Rubisea, X-City^
They were back in Maebaleia/Satori after a quick sidetrip to Hana Lei Hidiland. Tillie was sitting in the… catbird seat. She had supreme control now, white arms, right and the other one, covered and protected once more. Notebook remains undamaged. Bumbling Baker Bloch and his bike were positioned a safer distance away this time. “Well…?”
“Do you like my white forest, Baker Bloch?” she called across the distance. “I like to keep trophies.”
“Conquests.”
“Yes. You need me, I need you. Come here,” she beckoned. “Come closer. The computer is not a problem any longer. Forget about it. Come here.”
Baker Bloch edged closer, his bike with him.
“Closer,” she still requested.
Biking Baker complied.
“Ahem, too close.”
“Right. Sorry.” The white distance was finally assumed.
“We need to talk.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0302, Horns of Hatton^, Maebaleia/Satori
“So. We finally meet in this novel. The 2 core avatars.”
“But… you’re…”
“I know who I am, Baker Bloch. Sit down. Let’s cuddle.”
“We don’t do that.”
“Right. Quite white, er, right.” Tillie continued to rub lotion onto her colorful arms.
“Well…?” Baker finally asked. The male Baker.
Tillie sighed. “I guess we’ll have to classify this place as another one of those Hana Leis. But that will bring, let’s see — be a love, dear, hand me my notebook out of my bag.” She glances over, sees the bike wheel parked atop the bag. “Oh dear, love, I hope it isn’t damaged in any way.”
“Sorry about that.” Baker backs the bike up and gets off, reaches down into the bag for the requested computer, looks it over. “Seems to be okay.” He hands it to Tillie, who powers it up.
“Yes. You’re lucky this time. But what I wanted to check was the frequency of the ‘H’ locations.” Light flickers across her pancake face. “Ah yes, you see if we classify this as another one of those Hana Leis, that will bring the total to 19, beyond the 17 for Heartsdale and 15 for Horizons in the 3H Club. Maybe add a 4th, then.” She slides the notebook back into the bag, props herself up with her hands. “Hidiland,” she decides. “That’s it. What do you think?”
“How about just Grasslands,” he returns. “Ahh, a bee!”
“No, it has to be the 4th of the ‘H’s, like the Club.”
“4H Club.” His arms flail again. “Dad gum bee.”
“Yes. Head, Hand, Health,” she recites. “Always forget the 4th.”
“You know what the 4th is.” The bee had subsided the attack.
She giggles, then puts her finger against her turned cheek, causing a temporary dimple. “Meee?” The smile continued.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0301, Hana Lei^^
Somebody should be here.
—–
Goodbye shack. For now.
Grasslands here we come.
And yet she remains on the sandy part.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0217, Hana Lei^^, Horns of Hatton^, Maebaleia/Satori
How could you have Dark *Lemon* Eyes. What’s *happening*?
“I’ll tell you soon enough,” replied Sep Felton, finally ready for her transfer over to Wallytown.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0605, Lower Austra^, Nautilus
2 days later he was back.
“House Julia,” he mumbled to himself while testing out the upstairs bed again. “Or Julia House. Let’s see, Spongeberg *destroyed* the version in Collagesity, then Collagesity *itself* was destroyed, but then the Julia House returns to 7 Stones, which is more or less Collagesity reborn. On Nautilus.”
He decides to smoke. He can do this since Baker Blinker remained in Chilbo. “Shopping, she said. I have to do some shopping today — sorry. But she’d just been to the grocery store yesterday. Is her desire to move to 7 Stones, to play Tillie, waning? Yet my own dreams of ambition here are growing. 670 free prims Baker Bloch texted yesterday, still on the recruiting trail. Many more than Collagesity had free. I could rebuild my college. I could teach the pure ways of TILE to a whole new generation of hungry truth seekers. But *Tillie* — nah, that could spoil the whole effect. She is a gorgeous, beautiful women. Yet she wants to play someone dumpy and gaseous.” He puffs and then blows smoke upward from his bed position. “It’s Wheeler’s influence again. I know it. She’ll never, ever get over Wheeler.” He puffs again. He blows again.
He tests the springs by bouncing up and down. “Could this be a *Julian* House as well? Can I recover the ‘N’ here? Z to N?” A question to be asking.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0518, Collagesity Fordham, Lower Austra^, Nautilus
Baker Bloch kept pushing the uniqueness of the new town.
“It’s obvious that in several ways, 7 Stones is actually a stand in for the Fal Mouth Moon, the largest gallery in town and the one with the most collages. By a little over Gallery Jack.”
” I would agree,” Karoz opined, “from what you’ve told me.”
“Whitehead Crossing collages at the top,” illuminated Baker Blinker.
“And, most of all, *7* stories to the structure, working up from the basement. Like the 7 stacked stones.”
Karoz stared over at the male Baker, the one he’s not married to. “How long you gonna keep up the Woody appearance?”
“I’m just winging it,” he returns. “Similar to Wheeler.”
“Who’s — Jennifer still?”
“Kind of, I suppose. You should think about shape shifting, Karoz. It’s a lot of fun. It’s a little disorienting to your friends, but they just have to get use to it.”
“I’ll think about it,” the blue-green being replies crisply.
Baker Blinker lays a hand on his knee. “I may get to play a new role, Karoz. I forgot to tell you in all the moving excitement.”
Karoz turned. “Really?” He couldn’t quite hide the negative in his voice.
“Yes, a short, dumpy clown named Tillie. Like TILE.”
“Show me,” he requested.
“Alright.” She looked at Baker Bloch. “Is this okay Other Baker? Not too soon, is it?”
“Of course not.”
She shifts.
Karoz stares at her then looks away. “Well. I can certainly see the whites of your eyes.”
They argued about the Tillie character that afternoon, Baker Blinker’s sticking point being the unyielding, stick-in-the-mud approach to life in general of her 1/2 moss, 1/2 mist husband. A decision on whether to move to 7 Stones from Chilbo and live in the Julia House perched on top of Waterfall #1 would have to wait.
And she so so wants to play that role.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0517, Collagesity Fordham, Lower Austra^, Nautilus
“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.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0013, 0314, Iris^^==, Rubi^
Sunklands 