“Good,” he exclaimed, jumping out of the teleport hammock. “I’m where I’m suppose to be. Rainbow Falls.”
He turns, he walks. “Now to find Little Tonshi Ashokan.”
Tag Archives: Bettie/Tonshi Ashokan^^%
framed apples
” He wanted to show us one of our ancestors,” tiny Buster Damm explained to his fellow (sometimes) tiny wife Bettie about the latest Venus of Willendorf find.
—–
He stood directly on The Diagonal in the corner of a VHC City gallery, famous for such. A boy of 10, then 13, then back to 10, then over and over the process continues, perhaps until infinity. Unless Duncan finds a cure for the boy’s ail, pluck him out of the cycle.
He had seen too much for his youthful days thanks to living in the city. Interior becomes Exterior. Eve holds the apple and the snake. Hissing of Summer. Buster knows.
—–
“Fish tacos again?”
“Oh *George*.” But Duncan knew his ward was right and that they had become stuck in a rut in this here VHC City, famed for its gallery and music scene. They needed a vacation.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0026, 0406, Heterocera, VHC City^
time barrier (morning to evening)
“These are powerful people,” spoke Buster in my head. “They control *portals*. Portals between realities. And once you cross the line you may not know which is which.” Wise words from a small vampire man, still living in VHC City near Duncan for all I know. Still frequenting that bakery where Duncan was inducted into Pot-D, until the cursed, bloody Yelloo sun comes up at least. Give him the light and dark side of the moon any time. Give him money procured from criminal actions deep in darkness and shadows. Give him… well, we’ll leave out the third. In fact we’ll chuck the whole dark triad, for Buster Damm is now full of light and goodness, thanks to the blood transfusions combined with the positive energy of Pot-D itself. Yes, the story of our small vampire friend, best buddies with fellow and much larger (or regularly shaped) vampire Pitch Darkly, will have a happy ending. He has his wife Betty now, who can appear tiny, like him, but also larger — to allow the couple freedom to move about in the world of regular joes and josettes — are also born again TILISTS. They’d studied the sinks of Maebaleia and other continents extensively. They’re convinced of the 3d hyperspin of Maebaliea and Jeogeot separate from the rest of Their Second Lyves to create the sinks in the first place. And above and beyond this, roosting on it like a demented OWL… but I’ve said too much here. ROOST is key.
—–
What did Duncan see on the other side of the 300? He observed the observer, almost hidden in a small wood of trees behind a barrel here.
He had dominion over his compact, changeable kingdom-queendom at 200 E Locust, he and his wife. But the wife also observes, 2 1/2 years in the past, an overturned chair on a porch just to the west. The lawn deer’s baby has moved back into its womb. Stars appear.
May 2018
Dec 2015
And a blue sphere moves from one side of a small garden space to the other to emphasize its importance. I think we know what *this* means.
Better shot of the observer.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0026, 0316, Eveningwood, Illinois, Lower Austra^, Nautilus
02
“Tell us about yourself — Elvis wasn’t it?”
“Black,” added Elvis, because he was. “Well, I like books, no matter how dusty and boring. I’m a learned man. I enjoy truths over falsehoods. I don’t enjoy singing and dancing and womanizing as much as my white counterpart.” He turned the page, because he was reading and speaking at the same time. The word “white” had just been encountered. “That’s about all for now,” he said plainly.
Buster looked over at Bettie and raised his eyebrows. She knew what he was thinking and visa versa. This is Duncan again, playing some sort of trick on them. Or someone *through* Duncan playing a trick. But just because this was another black man…
Elvis Black changed. Duncan A. indeed.
“Do you know who I am yet?”
Rhodenwald
“The South was wrong, you know. Worshiping 2 dimensional cartoon people like Hatfield over 3 dimensional history and facts, no matter how dusty and boring.”
Bettie stopped swinging and looked over at still swinging Nancy, imagining a horn growing out the far side of her head for some reason. Then she attempted to synchronize with her again and soon they were side-by-side.
Bettie later brought the subject up to Buster, turning tiny herself in the meantime.
“I’m more focused on the sinks and Lemon vs. Lime.”
“Nancy says that’s related,” spoke Bettie across from him.
Buster sits up while looking in the distance. “Hold on. I think I see Duncan.”
But it was another Black Man. Duncan had been replaced.
THIS SIM 04
“Well this is just a fine pickle, Buster. Professor Suckaluck’s super interesting smart house is gone!”
Buster was checking the About Land options. “And although we can rebuild — kind of — we can’t run scripts here. We’ll have to look elsewhere. Good thing I’m scouting out the total area, huh?” Buster puts hands on hips, defiant.
Bettie wasn’t going to respond to this. Suckaluck’s house should be here (!). Stupid, mutable Our Second Life. But the hills are permanent, she then thinks to reassure herself. Not going anywhere as long as the whole continent is around.
—-
We’ll stay here at the peak tonight, Buster ruminates. Perhaps make love to rejuvenate ourselves but perhaps not. Increase our draw distances to the max. Enjoy the view over the Shallows this way…
… and the (rest of the) hills the other way. Those super interesting hills.
(to be continued)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0417, Hills of Bill^, Maebaleia/Satori
THIS SIM 07
“I thought you said I didn’t have a reflection, Bettie, and that I’m not real in this world.”
Bettie looks over. “It’s some kind of trick,” she replied after studying the situation while not moving from her own position. She’d been turning a lamp on and off while standing just outside its lighted circle. “You must have touched something and triggered it.”
“I must have sat on it.”
“There ya go.”
“Rowan is a strange sim,” Buster replied back to his fellow tiny wife. “There’s a man named Bean in the Real World who is also a Rowan — Atkinson I believe. A flattie version of him exists in Collagesity, um, *7 Stones*. Runs the library there. I should check out the 7 Stones library soon. See if anything is different from the Collagesity one.”
“You know we don’t have time for that. Between schooling and scouting there’s no room!”
“We can make room. The Room.”
“Hmm.”
“Let’s go (speaking of time). There’s a limit to how long prims will stay rezzed here anyway. This can’t be a base for studying the hills.”
“You already know where the base is,” Bettie replied. “Professor Suckaluck set it up all those years ago.”
“I know I know. I’m just scouting around the area to make sure. We *are* scouts these days.”
“For about 2 days more, yes. Then it’s return to Long Drive and create reports and then get back to studying studying studying. End of the 1st summer semester fast approaching. Soon June will slide into Juli and we’ll be eating hot dogs and groatcakes down at the 4th of Juli celebrations over in X-Town.”
Ever wonder what the X stood for? he wanted to reply, but realized they had no more time for dialog here.
Goodbye THIS SIM.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0416, Hills of Bill^, Maebaleia/Satori
tour (11, 12, 13) 01
“Not much of a south wall on this one, Bettie. We can give it to them.”
“I’ll put it down as a ‘maybe’,” replied Buster’s more unyielding mate.
“What’s next?” she then adds. “Where’s the 12th?”
“Um. That may take some more scouting.”
“Better get to it. Night is short.”
“Not as short as some nights, Bettie. Let’s go!” They take to the air again. Bettie turns tiny and Buster changes into his bat form to speed things along.
—–
“Didn’t take long. I *think* this is it. If memory serves. Pretty weak overall, eh?”
“Dunno,” says Bettie to Buster-bat. “‘Maybe’, again. Is this what they use to call Golden Sink?”
“That or the other one,” he returns. “Now let’s look at Callingwood. I know where that is — know the sim name.” They fly off once more, to the northeast instead of west (I’ll provide a map soon).
—–
“Hold on, what’s this? (Osiliers) Looks like a sinkhole to me.”
“Nah, Bettie. No texture change. This wouldn’t convince them. Plus it’s not supported by surface infrastructure. Although, again, this *could* have been what they called Golden Sink, the 12th. Unsure.”
“I’ll log it in, whatever.” She checks her inworld map and points northeast. “Callingwood’s just ahead.”
Watching flight with volume ON.
—–
“Hmm, Bettie. Just ‘hmmm’.”
“There’s the texture change,” encouraged Bettie. “Sort of.” She looked around at the large, flat “basin”. But they weren’t allowed to call it that. Both were thinking the word, though. Not sink: basin.
“It’s fascinating nonetheless,” a resigned Buster spoke. “Some quite interesting mountain hill country to the north. I suppose, also, this is what Baker Bloch called the Satori Flats. In looking at it again, I agree with that name.”
“Center of the continent, Another candidate. Middle of nowhere.”
“Use to be (small) pyramids as well. Baker Bloch lived amongst them for a little while.”
“Must be the influence…”
“Yeah,” Buster agreed, not wanting Bettie to say the name. Blue Feather Douglas once more.
“And the 13th? — if this isn’t the 13th?” Both, again, were thinking this wasn’t the 13th. Basin or Flats were better names indeed. But that’s what’s so frustrating and fascinating both about the Maebaliea continent and its *depressions* — that’s a generally accepted neutral word for both parties. Now. In the past: a different deal-i-o. It’s all quite complicated, and thus yet another need for the study called Sinkology.
Flying again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0014, 0307, Golden Sink^, Hills of Bill^, Maebaleia/Satori
more effigies
Once again disguised as a girl of relatively ordinary height, Bettie/Tonshi Ashokan entered Collagesity from the west at sunset and spotted something different about this statue in front of the Town Diner, a 2d copy of Rodin’s “The Thinker”.
It was moving back and forth — barely perceptible but still obviously present. And the vibrating would both slow and increase in radius in the coming weeks until a climactic point is reached. Think about that, attached giant rock and spoon.
—–
“Ahh, my love! I thought I’d greet you by Pitch’s new statue so you’d know the way. Right across this bridge, light of my life.”
“Thanks. Back at you, Buster my sweets!” She changed to match him one-to-one before they crossed the wood plank bridge to their new home.
“Over here dear. It’s this smaller house.”
“Oh.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0009, 0308, Rubi^
return
“Welcome back, Danny.”
“Um, glad to *be* back? Hmm.”
Plunger at side, he looks toward the open door.
Lapara. But soon: Astarte. What would happen?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0509, Heterocera, Lapara^
Sunklands 