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“I worry about Blue Rose Thorn, Mistress. I know he has become our friend Blue Bird but how does he change back?”

“Simple, my lovely Venus,” purred The Mistress, her great length folded into the rocking chair on the porch of their retirement home. “He has to find a plane that isn’t crashed and jump out of it, danger abated. That way he won’t need the wings any more. That way our friend Blue Bird can be returned to us, and Blue Rose Thorn to himself. That way…”

“… he can find his way back to being Jeffrey Phillips,” guessed Venus on the 1/2 Bed.

“Perhaps,” she answered, and unclasped her wing-like hands while settling back. The pink parrot behind her squawked softly; the first to hear. “That is not of our jurisdiction. We must first get to the Town on the Mount in the Air and see what happens.”

They sat quiet for a while, pondering all of this. Then: small rustlings in the jungle to their left. “Over there,” Mistress proclaimed, the first to see. “The future is now(!).”

“How?” Slack jawed Venus saw too. A familiar shape had emerged from the tropical leaves and bushes and walked toward a chair marking the edge of their land.

“We will let her answer that. Blue Bird!” she called over. “Come out of the shadows. Explain your presence!”

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leaving role play

“Hold on hold on, I’m going to call my bro — it’s always fun, he he.”

“Oh boy,” Spencer says between sips, knowing the story. Wanda Betty whispers to Spencer: “What *wrong* with him?”

—–

“No, where are *you*?”

What’s wrong with him is that he’s in two places at once when he’s… but you should know the story too by now.

Meanwhile:

She’s heading to Airtol Hill. She’s heading to Airtol Hill?!

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Policeman Blue Jay

A plane crashed into Squared Root City today at 0800 AM. No one was hurt, but those who were aware took it as a sign that the character Eyela shouldn’t be renting an apartment or house in town and that she would be “crashing” the party (role play) if so. Direct link: both are Demos, as we know when making that famous tuft of purple hair transparent. No 3rd eye under there, no 3-d Venus either. Sloow and easy, they decided.

Meanwhile:

“I am ready to serve again, 3-d Venus. Just get me out of this heavenly yet heavily primmed place.”

“Done,” the great being ruled. “Done,” echoed the even greater or at least taller being behind her — Wanda, I think — adding, “we’ll come too.” They must be sick of it as well.

Blue Rose Thorn aka Jeffrie Phillips jumps out of the plane.

That was easy, he-as-she thinks when landing safely instead of smashing to the ground, becoming a type of plane him-herself. Now to steal one of these cars.

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levels

“1st off, the umbrella girl in Lorsters Worst *gives* umbrellas, doesn’t just hold one. That’s a big difference in my eyes.”

“That means,” speculates Dickie Doom as well, “Blue Rose Thorn is still relevant, despite being stuck.”

“What I’m thinking,” Debbie agreed. “I’m going back. You stay here in case I need to be rescued.”

Dickie nodded. This was the end of their discussion until something else developed, something totally new. Because the umbrella girl wasn’t giving out umbrellas until Debbie showed up.

—–

There are *2* Dooms, thinks Pot-D or Pan-Z spy Lester Best from his position just around the corner. And the second is recording(!).

Debbie walks inside. Now to figure out how to get this elevator from 01 to 02, she pondered, and started touching stuff.

(to be continued)

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He teleports in to the sim’s triple number without planning it. 152 152 152. This Lorsters Worst, name changed while Blue Rose Thorn is examining it, not wanting to taint the procedure in any way. Largest burg on Yd Island most likely, or at least top two or three. I’ll have to check. Anyway, we’ve already featured this very sim in a totally different incarnation in photo-novel 2, near its beginning. The David Bowie vibe was strong at the time. Could it be continued here?

Virginia again, just like with the cat-witch of the Wicked Wild West who practices her melting exercises atop vending machines, sometimes of the seedier variety even. She has something to do with this, BRT notes.

And of course the obvious resonance with Kowloon, especially featured in the blog through novel 17. The great and legendary walled city of Hong Kong, now razed.

He strangely feels at home here. He thinks he’s found something to spend the rest of his travel allowance on for the night. Who needs a midnight snack?

“What’s your name?” he asked after the money is spent.

“Rose,” came the mechanical answer beside him. This began the memory loss of his middle name. Plain ol’ Blue Thorn he was for a spell. Plain and simple: absorption.

(to be continued)

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investigations continue

Blue Rose Thorn is at it again, stopping at Escanes this time in the Wild West’s Long Islands. Check out the sign: “YES… WE CAN!” Es… can(es) again you’ll notice. Democrats as well, since this is Obama’s presidential slogan. It’s all about symbols this go around. Signs.

Blue Rose Thorn writes down what he’s found in a local beauty spot before moving on.

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Capitol Hill

I found the key but I can’t get to it.

But neither can he, hehe.

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Where to start? How about at the beginning which is also the end. Aloha. Could be a good name for the island itself.

He stops a bit up the beautifully landscaped path to listen in on two men, a couple apparently, bickering about a woman. One has a deep voice that is also, paradoxically, baby-like. The other speaks in trills and chirps. He recalls he did the same when he first lost his head.

He is truly hidden this time, although just barely. And the men? Nudists. Big Red and Blue Jay Wade, back to make an important point about wearing the proper clothes.* They hadn’t got the hang of the place yet.

* Note: the part of Blue Jay Wade is now played by Ted Sargent instead of Ted York.

(to be continued?)

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on the border/ zig-zag chair

He spies her at the top of the waterfall overlooking the house but he doesn’t think she sees him.

But just because he thinks this, she does, or at least his head and shoulders. Fitting, she inserts here. I lost him so long ago.

She knew she had to change to fit the island. The island will tell her how to dress, how to act, how to *live* in this modern a gogo world. She is born anew, clean slate.

She’s already decided she’ll have black hair this go around. Like Fern’s, like Charlene the Punk’s. She couldn’t fit into the former’s Green Lantern shirt or mesh Capri pants, even the large size. She wishes she could lose a bit more weight, but Jeffrey doesn’t seem to mind. Nor Man About Time for that matter, in that parallel world she also lives in on the other side of the red dream curtain, the color of Jasper. Here: Newton. Which reminds her she needs to write or call Newt. What happened to him? What happened to Kolya the holey headed one, the guy that preceded him and Newt acted as a replacement for, it seemed? All was so hopeful. Then (photo-)novel 31 began and he was gone from the scene. Baker Bloch was back front and center, or, er, back and center, just like in his Azure Island days way back back back in ’08. Soo far. And below me: Baker again. Searching for The One. He’ll get that a-hole Casey One Hole if he isn’t careful (she understood). 256 — no 257, no progression. Sealed inside a sim called Missing. Well, *I’m* here now, in the corner, a 257 myself if I say so. Um. Back to the hair.

Newt, she contemplated further. It was like he finally found a proper name beyond Axis-Windmill and then his job was done here — there. Because here doesn’t include him.

She can’t see me here still, he thinks below.

I can still see you there, she thinks from above. Just a head this time. He’s lost it.

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Monroe Ray: cyborg

I died. Right over there. Smashed in the face. Head gone. Then: return. I sit here. Waiting for The One.

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