“FrankLYNN!!!”
Yes, he was back. Kind of.
Tag Archives: Father Fecked^*+++
00500105 (people don’t want to see)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0105, Frank's Moving Castle, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Washington
00490616 (appearance)
Inspector Petty, chef no more, continues to stare at the Anton pin stuck in the lower left center of the Anson sim while June Bug Johnston behind him reads her diary atop the spread out US and UK Dennis’. “Eureka!” he cried just as Father Fecked outside points to him. “Time machine!”
END OF “SUNKLANDS 2025-2026 WINTER”!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0616, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Nautilus, Nautilus City, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00490615 (from the South)
Turns out Frank’s visit to Rodentia was a red herring with Blue Moon and him arriving at an empty parcel after walking from the King’s Head instead of the expected, run down house with a death bed and observing chairs. So that the *actual* Mouse, reduced to a cane, could make his point. Frank missed him coming around the corner toward Petty’s detective agency by about 30 seconds (let’s set it) while standing outside Daisy’s Hole in the Wall bar. Close, The Powers that Be think. A little too close.
“Here!” he says gruffly, as is his style, cane indicating the final destination with the right hand while perpetually refreshed Jim Beamed bottle still firmly grasped by the left.
“You sure?” said traveling companion Plastiman behind him outside the queer, small building that seems so out of place in the otherwise concrete environment. They didn’t grasp that it was a developing mini-mall with several other businesses besides this one. They hadn’t rounded the corner yet, come across Frank’s phone spot and then Daisy’s bar just beyond. Nor Ray’s Pizza across from the bar. And I should mention, they lost Pigg and Bully somewhere on their journey across several Bellisaria continents/sub-continents and down the spine of Jeogeot to here. But I don’t believe they’ve even noticed, the two were so irrelevant to our overall story in this here photo-novel 49. Swiftly coming to an end (!). So let’s get to it…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0615, Bellisaria, Cement Village, Jeogeot, Nautilus, Nautilus City, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Rodentia 02
00490401 (Bell(i)s (begin again))
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They were on a bridge in roughly the center of Bellisaria in roughly the center of Our Second Lyfe, Fecked’s come-alive cane still pointing forwards, egging them on.
At the top they cross a line between two of its continents/sub-continents, their 3rd such transition if I’m counting correctly…
… all except Poor Jesus Christ, who unfortunately fell off the bridge and into the water far below and drowned after wandering off course, since he’d lost the power to walk on or even swim in water because of the whole nailed to the cross situation.
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Plastiman only thought afterwards about extending a long elastic arm down to him as a lifesaver. He’d live with that guilt not for the rest of his life but at least for several more days before further adventures preoccupied his thoughts again. Pigg and Bully were still just add-ons, not having any opinions one way or another on, well, anything. Maybe that should change. I manifest downward.
“Mr. Pigg, what do you think of the current economic downturn? Mr. Bully what about you?” No answer from each. We’ll work on it. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0401, Bellisaria, Continent 02, Continent 03, Continent 04, Continent 05, Continent 06, Missouri, Nevada
00490314 (MEANWHILE…)
… in Bellisaria on one of the numerous continents — sub-continents some call them but nevermind that now — Father Fecked’s cane came alive and started to shake violently. When it finally settled down after about 7-10 minutes, it seemed to firmly point somewhere ahead now instead of being useful as a walking aid, with the suddenly non-lame Father having no other choice but to follow. Jesus and the rest of his manifested gang — Plastiman, Pigg, Bully — tagged along too (see tags). TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0314, Bellisaria, Continent 04, Continent 06
00490311 (Steve)
I had circled back to the Newbank sim on the Newbrooke continent of the Bellisaria series of continents now dominating the “center” of the Our Second Lyfe worldscape, determined to make more of the experience. Plastic Man — I had that much. Friends Pig, Bully, Father and Son — they’re still around too. But Plastic Man quickly turns (again) into elastic armed Peter Oesso impossibly reaching through a window to an espresso machine 12 feet from him and procuring himself a drink. We’re at the gallery just north of Newbank now, with a corresponding increase in realism. As a newborn starts to recognize the world around him and the difference between father and son and mother and daughter, so we have the appearance of 2 brothers here, one 5 years older than the other but still the same age. And, as we’ve also seen, a third brother who is the same age but even 5 years older is involved, his Penn station being the center of virtual Paperville alternately Pageville where we can get Peter Oesso’s friend Bardie some pens and perhaps pencils to write his words down with. And, queerly, Second Life Freeze Dry is only 2 miles south in the Pennsylvania equivalent. Maybe we’ll visit a variant version of that real life business soon too.
Back to the action…
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0049, 0311, Arkansas, Bellisaria, Continent 04, Pennsylvania
00490115
I kick the can further down the road, see R Y B “Goth” aliens riding atop a green UFO picking up not a basketball but a man, it appears. Beamed. Jack Beamed. Father we can assume.
The buck stops there, end of a (red) line, end of a life. The green man removes his head to pay respects. Zappa was not to be engaged for the great uncle and his great nephew during this time, so is gray hidden behind green. Never mind that’s actually Ringo Starr standing in for Frank Zappa from “200 Motels”. One and the same (again).
A miniature Baker Bloch looks at 7 stones piled one on top of one on top of one, expanded from an original four. Tiny red and blue animated robots are stuck on either side, unable to approach each other and become one. Dixie.
Let’s begin again. Hands…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0115, collages 2d, Google Street View, Middletown, Red Umbrella
00490111
Hello! Newborn in the sim of Newbank, as close as I can get.
And hello — neighbors! “Howdy neighbors!” I say aloud to them.
“Howdy stranger,” they say back in kind of unison — unenthusiastically. Debbie downers I sense. A pig and, let’s see, a bully I suppose?
And on down the pool, a Father and his Son. What fun we’re having already!
Now to get out of Newbank, if not Newbrooke, the overall continent we’re in. Baby steps first.
“You all right over there, Jesus?”
“I’m okay; just got blocked by this, er, block.” And then he crosses the line too. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0111, Bellisaria, Continent 04
Sunklands 