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Knight
“Mr Knight?” he called, not wanting to knock on the door or wall of the thing out of respect. “Yo, Mr. Knight. Big fan here. Just want a word if I could, dawg.”
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00500410 (Norfolk=Northfork)
00500407 (Green Goo)
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“So we *finally* found it, Brother Gabby,” he said, looking up at the numbers on the side of Frank’s castle. “The answer to everything!” Then fellow bike rider and pilgrim Gabby proceeded to gab on for about 50 minutes about how Brother Amos was so right in this initial observation.
Non-illuminated zero? Add that in too.
Now to the top…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0407, Frank's Moving Castle, GTA, GTA old, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500206 (STOP/GO)
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Only when planetary traveler Gemilly Niceniece looked at the video afterwards did she see the A on the rock directly below her right where she decided to stop and pan around…
… which seemingly turned into a P on the other side of it. “AP!” I called aloud when seeing the transformation from my own angle, remembering the joined letters from the day before. “What was it? The Annie Oakley case?”
“Orkley Andy,” spoke someone to the side listening in, probably W aka Wheeler, the female half of our duality with a better memory, we can imagine. “Biff Carter’s case,” she clarified more for the reader than the writer. “But connected to Oakley… Annie. Together, they make–”
“–a complete A-Z time loop,” I completed, so excited I was that I forgot who was speaking in the moment. Freed up, W/Wheeler started checking her phone. Then:
“38-AP to be precise it says here, with, hmm, 37-QZ being the Oakley Annie one… *before it*. Names reversed, letters reversed. Let’s see — caused Biff to become prematurely retired and then quickly retired again when he tried to make a comeback.”
“In-ter-est-ing.”
https://bakerbloch.com/2022/03/16/00320206/
And exactly between 00320206 and 00500206 here, we found out just later, is 00410206, where we find Biff yet again. Titled “(Biff)” even.
https://bakerbloch.com/2023/11/28/00410206/
Passengers finally unload at Bellisaria’s Shobu station at the end of the straight as an arrow tracks in the shadow of towering Mt. Sakuru, let’s keep calling it. Father Fecked’s cane appears first out of the train, calm now after all that shaking from the last 7-10 minutes was over. Should’ve pinpointed this all important location before, but better late than never I suppose. The SYSTEM speaks, I understand. Egging me forward. Just like before; just like always. TBC(!)
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0050, 0206, Bellisaria, Continent 04, GTA, Starfield
00500201 (photo-novel continues…)
She was in control of the BAND now, in the driver’s seat, this brilliant lead guitarist named Noodle from the Orient who had grown up before our very watchful eyes. With the finishing of the game above this one called Grand Theft Auto version 5, she slowed down their high speed, way too high to be sustainable long term. Sloow (*brake*) slooow (brake brake brake). She checked the speedometer. Right at 50, just inside the limit defined by the Mille Bornes card laid down to end it all. Right where we are now.
But there were problems at the rear still, a stowaway from the beginning of their journey, a carryover from the Gorillaz video coming before this one. Pink Phantom. With the slowing down of the car the vaporous, negatively oriented creature was able to slip out and make her escape to the past, freedom reclaimed. Interesting time loop created if so; I’ll have to think about that one further. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0201, California, GTA
00500114
“Okay, Father Fecked. Wake up. Time to go home.”
Father Fecked stirs from his slumber. “Hrmmmph,” he says, bottle still in hand. Always. Along with the cane in the other one.
“You’ve got to go, Fecked,” reiterates Daisy Flathead, running her bar again but underwater this time. Bull’s Bar. She’s just a manager this go around, with Bull aka “Yellow Jack” being the owner. But she’s okay with it. For now.
Father Fecked stretches, yawns. “Hrrrrrrrrrummmph.” Smacking of lips. He looks around, just realizing where he is. Oh yeah, had to crash here, he understands through the brain fog. Nowhere to stay. “I– have—”
“You haven’t got a place to go, yeah I know,” says Daisy. “Frank and I have solved that for you. You can return to the castle. You can have your old bedroom. Just—” Daisy stops here, decides not to mention the drinking, the night wandering around the castle. *Their* room that one time; Fecked and Philip *both*. And they can’t lock the door; have to keep it phantom so *they* can enter. Stupid, primitive castle, she sometimes laments. But it’s such a nifty vintage build. There are advantages to old too.
More smacking of lips. Finally he makes eye contact with her. “My… *bedroom*?”
“Yes, Fecked. You can go back. You can return… home.” Hard to say that word for her. *Their* home, ugh.
Smacking of lips, looking around, then eye contact again. “Home?”
“Yeah. I just need to clear you out of the bar tonight. No Lag’s playing in a couple of hours and the place should get pretty packed. *Hopefully*. Because, you know, I need the money. Sea Monster set me back you see.” She starts cleaning the beer glasses “Go on, now. Shooo.”
“No… Lag,” he manages in his gruff way, turning toward the stage.
“Yeah, the local genius guitarist. Haven’t heard her yet. But she’s popular. Drew in over 35 at The Burg last weekend, almost broke the sim. She’s a known commodity, as they say.”
Meanwhile…
“We’ve thrown in this bed — just like ours, guys. I think you’ll like some of the new moves, he he.”
Philip looks around. “But where will I take my wees?” Now that the castle’s big tongue is gone, is the unspoken part of his question. Philip loves to dangle his willy off its tip and pee into the landscape below.
“Grass,” Frank instructs while waving. “All around.”
Philip decided that would have to do, or Nada did for him, eagerly eyeing the bed. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0114, Bull's Bar, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500109 (Magnificat)
“Good. Good good good! I feel *rejuvenated*.” But it was the excitedly pointing cane talking this time, ha.
We downloaded an image of the liner notes from the source DVD this newest cane appeared in the exact center of — “Barkley’s Barnyard Critters: Mystery Tail” — and put it on a prim for closer inspection. “There, *there*. That’s me (*SWIG*)!
“Rudy the cane!” he named himself as his master (servant?) continued to drink. Ventriloquist!
“It says ‘Ru’y,'” I say back, just going along for the ride, the adventure. “With an apostrophe.” But then I realized the “D” was simply erased for some reason. Trying to bury the message deeper?
“I *hate* Snakeworthy Price,” he issued, remembering that bit as well.
As Frank hovering beside him somewhere, I also realized that the Old Sweetback character pictured just above Rudy with arms folded behind his head had recently appeared in my photo-novel here, 50th in number (so many!). Concrete WA’s MIB (Man in Brown), face obscured again. Wi-erd.
The plank is the cane! I also realized, moving my attention to the car. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0109, Critterville, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Washington
00500107
Frank surprises Philip with signs on the doors of their High Castle bedrooms so *that* mistake won’t happen again. The thing which firmly convinced Daisy either Philip or Father Fecked (“New Mouse”) had to go so the bedroom downstairs could be claimed by the remaining one. The sounds in the middle of the night too! Earplugs were a given lately, PHEH.
“Why not just demand Father Fecked sleep upstairs?” I asked.
“Because he *snores*,” said Daisy in disgust. “Worse than the other!”
“What will you do with the room?” I queried. Daisy’s pause gave me pause too. A little bambino? Could it be possible? TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0107, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
00500106
Just later:
“Given XXX Dream right before this on Main Street, don’t you think Bear Square just across the road from Red Square Head Woman equals Bare Square, as in baring it all?”
“Could be, Mouse. Can I call you Mouse?”
“Dr., please.”
“Alright, Mouse.”
“Father, then.”
“Father,” I acquiesced. Didn’t want to get in a row this early in the morning. 11:25. Better head back in the woods!
“This is the start of it all. Red Square. As in *highlighted*!” This mention made my row alert go even higher as I knew that one thing could lead to another and another until it’s out of control like a Baker’s Dozen, never mind the interval remaining at zero. I couldn’t take the chance.
“W-what about the plank of wood sticking out either side of his car?” I try to divert the build up. “Balancing act? Michael Kane?”
He peered at me through half dead eyes, as if his batteries had just run out or a fuse had been blown. How long could he hold on at this advanced stage? Constantly flying to the moon in his Jim Beamed UFO. Jack Daniels; whatever. And *is* this actually Mouse? is always a question that is swirling around my head these days, the good Dr. himself returned, what is it, *two* times now? The cane makes the man — that’s what he told me. Doesn’t matter as much about the body, apparently.
Picture to end, with him sitting in his seat, *his* seat, before the single video feed we still have in the castle. Gotta get to work on acquiring a second for sure now that everyone has come back, Philip Strevor included, maybe even his girlfriend Nada. Right next door, though, since Mouse, er, Father occupies the lower bedroom. Right – next – door. That can’t be long term either. Philip or Father Fecked here, one or the other, must go. Daisy totally agrees.
New, significant center spotted? Who knows with this one. Could just be the liquor speaking again.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0106, Frank's Moving Castle, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Washington
00500105 (people don’t want to see)
“FrankLYNN!!!”
Yes, he was back. Kind of.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0105, Frank's Moving Castle, Google Street View, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Washington
00500102 (everything)
It was a question that was inevitable. Did the castle have *consciousness*? Behind those eyes, that mouth with its sticky outy tongue: only vacancy, nobody home? Or was there something actually there? It’s a line of inquiry Frank and Daisy started to explore after a heated night of make-up passion, just looking around what Daisy considered to be a pretty makeshift bedroom but what Frank thought of as a pretty permanent version of the same. She didn’t know what she wanted in terms of a master bedroom. Frank *wasn’t* her master, she had that much at least. AI wasn’t her master either. “Besides, it’s going to crash,” she opined to him maybe that same night. “Crash and burn. And the government will step in as they always do and save their stupid worthless asses.” He kept his mouth shut. Unlike for his castle now down on the ground and not up in the skies like before, he’d learn to control the tongue waggling. Best to keep it inside and even bite down hard at times. On this particular subject anyway. And more would develop as the days turned into years turned into centuries.
“Don’t you think it’s creepy,” she said another time as they lay on the bed fully clothed, unable to get inspired this particular night perhaps, “that he’s always looking in on us? When we’re *here*?” How do you know he’s a he? is the first thing that sprung to his mind, though. Not any thoughts about the castle actually being an AI. He remained blinded in that direction. He didn’t even know the castle did the same out of a strong sense of privacy itself. Himself? Her? Maybe it didn’t even matter. Anyway, they had nothing to worry about in this direction. TBD TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0102, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
Sunklands 