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September 2, 2024 · 3:14 pm

00440111 (Sisyphus)

“I decided to log into Our Second Lyfe away from my new home ‘at random’ and immediately stumbled across this turtle at Mont Saint Michel, shocking me.

“It tried to run away and hide under a chair, but I’d teleported in just at the right time and place to catch. Much like Turtle Butte before it. Not planned; had other things in mind to do that night. Same situation.

“But then I looked around at the bar, the books, the tables, the maps, the balcony, and figured this might be a new home for Lichen and me, replacing Castle Town from the previous novel (43). 2nd home, along with the also newly found gym in this here photo-novel of 44. Axxion is the name, exercising is the game. Like I did when I got back…

“… and then found the connection between turtle and cow as I unlocked a special aspect of one of their seemingly mundane machines, I to T to E to L becoming I to E to T to L — crucial reversing there in the middle, you’ll notice. Suddenly, *I* found myself in the position of a turtle which was also a cow. The *turtle* — butte (but she pronounced it as butt?) must have sent the cow suit. One and the same here. Wish I had a photo to share.”

But we do.

Exercising at another, better lighted spot.

And yet another.

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August 28, 2024 · 9:13 pm

00440110

“I now make my home in a gym over on Corsica,” she told her friends down at the diner. “I’ve gone over to the Dark Side, ha.”

“The… opposite side of the cube,” said one.

“But not the 7th,” said the other.

“Yes, Gaeta is truly the dark one still without meaningful internet access,” responds Fern to this. Everyone at the table understood this was the 7th continent formed after the original 6. Even if it was never finished — it was finished. 15 years ago now since the development stalled, ancient history in video game time. “But a cube, you know, only has 6,” she continued. “Corsica slides over into Gaeta, true. That is one problem. How to combine 7 with 6.” She logically thought of Sepisexton here, the abstracting.

Time to see who her dinner companions at this Maebaleia location are, formerly called Gregson in our photo-novels — probably still is.

Thought so.

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August 28, 2024 · 9:12 pm

00440109 (which one)

Why would someone gift me a free cow outfit normally worth 300 lindens? she pondered at the pool with the statue while trying it on. Oh well. Time to meet her new best mates at the downtown diner. Maybe they’ll have some thoughts about this, hmm. But more importantly: thoughts about saving the planet we’re on, namely Our Second Lyfe. We know it’s a cube. We have that much. And the continent of Maebaleia also known as Satori takes up one whole side. This one. We know this because of the return of the Butte. Turtle.

Maybe she is the Turtle.

(to be continued)

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August 27, 2024 · 5:30 am

00440107 (Plutonians)

“I have seen many things in the forest,” she explained to me. “I have seen a giant stone hand with an eye representing the place where I came. But not where I’m going.”

“Our Second Lyfe,” I pinpointed. “Or better, *Their* Second Lyfe.”

“Forest of Kahruval at least,” she said to my observation. “This was different. This was Kerchal. A full sim chocked to the brim with pines of several different varieties. No grass, unlike the Rubi Woods found later. But not devoid of other vegetation, which is my next item on my list.”

“Go ahead, then,” I encouraged.

“So one day, after being involved in the forest for a while, I chanced upon two bushes and wondered about the old expression of not seeing them because the trees of the forest took the focus. *This* is where I’m going, I realized. Toward the bushes.”

“Um hmm,” I said, trying to adjust to this new focus as well. I saw — the overlap. Bakers’ Island. This is Baker Blinker, with Baker Bloch soon to come along as well. Bakers in the plural, then. Salvation.

“And then we have the treehouse. Where I opened the eye with the (alphabet) map. But that was within another forest. Or so I thought.

“Everything became white.”

“But this was actually after the arrival of the aliens,” I said. “They build the treehouse. In *those* woods.”

“That’s what changed after the whiteness,” admitted Wendy who was playing the role of Baker Blinker currently. Or maybe it was visa versa — another reversal. “The aliens came first. Two bushes; two ships. Not one.

“The other (find) was a made up reality. *I’m* made up.”

“Because you’re actually Wendy. Not Baker Blinker,” I said. The alien she described before, a big white cup with a pink straw that took control, was obviously her, probably arrived from the future — say, 8 1/2 years later. Not a true alien, at least in her mind. But I knew better. Because of the pink.

“Like I said, there were two of them. Not one. They *built* the treehouse. Everything was backwards from what I remembered. The treehouse came last not first,” she reinforced. “They *built* it,” she couldn’t help but say again.

So should I tell her that both realities are true? Too soon?

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August 25, 2024 · 4:14 am

00440106 (noclip)

She watched it from afar…

… and then found herself inside…

*POP* (manifestation noise).

“Wendy?”

“Why are you dressed like that?” is the first thing she said to me.

“I was told” — she looked over at Wendy, wondering about her own blank attire — “it was cold down here.”

“Well you were wrong!” She changed into who she really was.

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August 18, 2024 · 4:33 pm

00440105 (the return of Second Lyfe, Our)

“Who are you?!”

“Who are WE?” the small mountain boomed back. We’ve seen it before. It was once called a butte. Turtle.

“Yes!” shouted Fern up again, wee in perspective.”

The two eyes of the “creature” which was apparently the same as a mountain looked at each other, as if conferring. “YOU first,” they seemed to decide.

“My name is Fern!” Fern said. “I was on my way–!”

“We KNOW where you’re going,” the mountain blasted again. “We just didn’t know who YOU are.”

Silence for a moment. The two eyes looked at each other again, then back to Fern. What to say next? she pondered, then decided: “So you know about the island?!”

“YES,” it boomed without much hesitation.

“Dullard?!” she faked, testing the small mountain before her.

“BRILLIANT.” So *that* didn’t work, she thought.

“Little Ritchie?!” she then tried. “Taken over?!” It was a theory she had about the wee ones (to her own stature) of that particular island. But how would this mountain–

“YES,” it responded anyway. This big hill was old, indeed like a turtle. Before terraforming it was even shaped a bit like one. But the Lindens decided not to protect this most central of the Hills of Bill and suffered the consequences. Civil War between the split apart north and south parts of the Maebaelia continent, also known as Satori. Now it seems they are attempting to repair the damage. By terraforming it again and even providing it with a face this time to speak to, along with building a new, bridging section of formerly divided highway 8A next to it to showcase the effect. Fern is merely taking advantage of the moment, but she truly needed to get to that island, her goal tonight before this “distraction” came along.

“I’m going to go check!” she said up. “I’ll be back!”

“WE will be here.” They knew she would return. If only because of the prim atop the northern one’s eyebrow, just out of sight from her ground perspective. A special plywood cube that Fern needed to know about and understand the meaning of. And why it had a dent or hole on one side. Oh, and also to learn their names.

But for now they could sleep while waiting. “Night night BAL,” said the first eye that closed. “Night night WIN,” said the other, then shut as well.

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August 11, 2024 · 7:18 am

00430702

So they took him back to Fern’s restaurant, opened almost two years ago. Took a booth in the rear for more private talk. Fern and store manager Lichen weren’t around, having remained in Washington state to explore another lead. Another Soo(e)s waterway had been uncovered, the more correct one as it turned out. And at the conjunction of it and tributary Kabusie Ck., they’d found their Inner Place with the Indians. I’m not sure if they’ll ever get back.

“Soo. Tell me *exactly* how you got here… arrived in this world? I can’t believe I’m asking this,” Mikie said, shaking his head.

“Weellll, I went into the Yellow Jack. You know the joint below Sandy Shores, kind of near the alien…”

“For Pete’s sake, we *know* where the Yellow Jack is, Trevor.”

“Strevor. Philip Strevor,” he repeated once again.

“So you walked into the Yellow Jack, yeah,” questioned more convinced Frank. “Then what?”

“Well, Miss Janet, you guys know Miss Janet I assume.”

“Of course we know Miss Janet, Trevor,” said Mikie. “She’s the one who set us up with Grant Price. For protection that time.”

“Well. She told me who I was. In this world. I mean, she didn’t *tell* me tell me. But just by her words.”

“*What* words?” asked Mikie.

“Well, she said I was still banned.” He leaned back squeakily in his vinyl booth seat. “And that did it.” Suddenly Strevor was fading. Trevor was finally returning, coming down from the mushrooms. “And then I was…”

“Trevor,” guessed Mikie.

“Yeah.” He looked at each one, as if he hadn’t seen them all night. “Trevor.”

He was back.

They went out of the building and turned around. Fern’s restaurant was gone. The old Crucial Fix coffee shop had reappeared in its place, alternate history erased. Fern was never in this reality, nor gal pal Lichen. We can move on to another story in another place.

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August 10, 2024 · 6:03 am

00430611 (Mr. S)

They were just experimenting with the one bike between takes, merely rubbing noses it seems, when the director called them back to the set.  “Actually,” he said when they returned to the plywood backdrop in the background above that pictured all things Soos Creek on its other side, “I think we’ll just go with *plywood* this time — let *plywood* be the actor.” The girls logically thought this idea was the result of his rock cocaine imbibed during the break but he was altogether serious. Plywood actor it is, a hire from the Robots Guild. Since he could travel at 181.56 miles per hour and the Guild was only 5 miles away, given a favorable wind and a pretty straightforward path between points A and B it only took him around 2 minutes to reach the set once the call was put in.

“Aaaaanddd ACTION!”

“Hmm, where’d they go?”

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August 7, 2024 · 8:51 pm

Something was wrong here…

… very wrong.

Fern and Lichen decided to stay here for a while and eat their packed lunch to see if the phenomenon reappears at roughly the same spot. Fern believes it could have everything to do with Soos Creek in the foreground she’ll be staring at while dining. Tree barking Lichen knows better. The phenomenon has everything to do with the ring she secretly stashed up her bunghole in her pants pocket before the ride. Owned by someone who is also a Ryder. They would not recreate it while stationary and off the path. Must be on. Moving on…

There (again)!

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August 5, 2024 · 3:28 pm

00430608

“Found her, Lichen!” Hiding behind that flamingo, pink for pink. Another revisit of an origin story you’ll notice: Voyageurs, where we all 3 started from. Remember you did that fabulous cow gag where you had me believing Wendy had 4 stomachs when we began studying her? Wonderful!” Fern wanted to encourage and bolster Lichen’s sense of humor as much as possible since she was slated for a stand up gig at Bull’s Bar on the 9th, setting aside her natural sharpness. Or trying to.

That checked off, it was on to the next task. In Washington state. “Keep your eyes peeled for anything giving hints that the energy of Black jumped over here after drying up to continue its existence.” And eventually be shown to the world, she realized while starting up the SIXMILE trail on her bike and thinking about the camera, Lichen right behind her. I’ll remember to give her some lines the next post she’s in, maybe dealing with her bar act (Sorry Lichen!).

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