“Everybody in town will die now, Danny. They’ll all come here.”
“Cool. Where’s James Dean?”
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Danny’s Magical Room
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0507, Bogota, Bogota Proper, Heterocera, Lapara, Morrison
Grassland
“This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real,” Buster chants from the northwest corner.
And so it wasn’t.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0404, Heterocera, Lapara
“Pageturner”
They all realized that Lamb was bigger than any of ’em.
Filed under ***collages 2d, **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0401, Bogota, Bogota Proper, Heterocera, Lapara
in and out 02
Bettie/Tonshi and Buster had made it all the way down past the first falls now in their inner tubes. It was not Wednesday but it was time. Timmy Time.
They stood up. “What now my love?”
Buster told her his plan as the inner tubes vanished, one then another. “Follow me.”
—–
“Hold on Tonshi!” he called through the floor.
“I will!”
—–
In.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0318, Heterocera, Lapara
above and below
“I’m going to have to start over, Bettie,” exclaimed an all wet Buster. “I got stuck in that rock down there under the bridge before.”
“I couldn’t see you. I thought you floated all the way down to the falls. Without me!”
“Nah, I wouldn’t do that.”
“You’re such a *bad* little man, hehe.” Buster’s cheeks turned slightly red. He rezzed the inner tube again just off the tiny island on the property of the Moai Shinto shrine and hopped in.
Soon: “Ahhh! Help Tonshi. I mean Bettie. It’s happening again. I’m *drowning*!”
Turns out this wouldn’t be the day they floated all the way down to the falls and entered the Lapara underground the secret way. They’d try again Wednesday.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0316, Heterocera, Lapara
dates and plants
For their 5th date, Nancy decides to take Danny to Collagesity, to dine at the exclusive Blue Feather Club. Bettie had told them of Baker Bloch’s open offer to come live here if they ever tire of Olde Lapara Towne. However, upon teleporting in, Danny becomes scared of what’s outside the window and tries to run away. He’s never seen an actual forest with real Linden trees before. They have to return to OLT.
—–
“Don’t you ever get tired of eating cake and dessert?” Nancy asks.
“No.”
Bettie and Buster sat, heads down, at another table in the Clownski establishment. Not praying, but just sharing an awkward moment. It was their first “date” in 771 years.
“We should eat the rosemary sprig that comes with our plates,” Buster then suggested. “Else we won’t get any vegetables tonight.”
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going world? 02
“Rocky is playing a wonderful tune tonight. Cage, you say?”
“Yes. John,” answers Bettie. “‘Suite for Toy Piano.’ Debuted 1948 in Black Mountain, North Carolina. Not far from our user’s home. Very close, say, if it were 5, 6, 7 years down the road. If users are even around. We may be on our own by then. Us down here, alone with our actions, our consequences. Might be nice, Nancy. Just us, this town, its inhabitants. The Atoll Continent as a whole. Sansara can go to hell.”
Nancy frowns. “I don’t know. I like the old continent. We should go visit the climbable beanstalk (in Welsh) sometime.” Rocky’s piano tinkling ends and he gets up.
“Babble,” replied Bettie. Then: “Shush. The rant part of Rocky’s performance piece is starting. Let’s dance while he speaks.”
—–
Each one of us must now look to himself. That which formerly held us together and gave meaning to our occupations was our belief in God. When we transferred this belief first to heroes, then to things, we began to walk our separate paths. That island that we have grown to think no longer exists to which we might have retreated to escape from the impact of the world, lies, as it ever did, within each one of our hearts. Towards that final tranquility, which today we so desperately need, any integrating occupation–music and writing are two of them, rightly used–can serve as a guide.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0217, Heterocera, Lapara
going world?
“Rehearsals were already suppose to start, Nancy. We were gonna be stars. That globe would obviously hafta go.”
“I guess we’ll just have to be each other’s star, then.”
“My thoughts exactly. Let’s go get some cake.”
—–
“It’s a very patriotic town, Bettie. But what is this Us of A?”
“It’s a place our user might want to get away from soon. War is brewing. Two little bitty people commanding militaries with their tiny gestures. We’re safe down here. As long as the infrastructure remains.”
She glared over at him again, he with his own piece of delicious cake. It was a small town. Not a lot of restaurants to choose from, for example. They’d keep running into each other. One day they might be friends. But not today. Too much real world mirroring.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0216, Heterocera, Lapara
up the falls
The structure was indeed a duplicate of the jailhouse in town proper. But it was likewise empty, much to the disappointment of Buster.
His attention was then drawn to a jagged incline outside, dotted with those queer, two-dimensional orange trees. “What’s up there?” he asked Peter, who replied he didn’t know. “Wait here with Wheeler,” Buster commanded, steeling his nerves for a new challenge. “We need your conducting powers to get back.”
Buster returned to the others, saying he’d found an alternate way out of the underground beneath the SLRR and that they didn’t have to go through that God awful void again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0213, Heterocera, Lapara
Other Side
Peter graciously offers to conduct a cable train down to the duplicate jailhouse for curious Wheeler and Buster. They begin at a raised platform on the east side of town.
Small downpours delay the train for just a minute.
Unexpected twists and turns fill the journey.
Passing through the heart of town.
Wheeler and Buster become more excited as the train then heads southward through a tunnel.
An underground station stop. Peter checks out a strange noise in the back while Buster hides his eyes in fear. No problem however: just a stuck branch from a tree dragging the tracks.
Entering an inexplicable black void. “Are we dead?” Buster utters. Wheeler pats his head for comfort.
Emerging in a different place.
Another brief rain…
… then a final turn to reach End of the Line and the duplicate jailhouse.
The gang stares on, accompanied by an indifferent reindeer.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0005, 0212, Heterocera, Lapara
Sunklands 