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Elvis was black.

“And these wings? They’re called *Dali* in the description. Dali didn’t even do the butterfly painting. We all know that now.”

“Auditions in 10 minutes,” gruffed Mossman in his deep, scary voice. A pussycat underneath it all he is, though. And calm, really patient and calm. The ability to live over 400 years gives you such. But he also knew Baker Bloch didn’t like latecomers. Then he had an idea. “Tell that story to the male Baker. It might give you some type of edge over the others, Jiggy.”

“Iggy, actually.” But Mossman knew that. He was joking with him again. He jokes with everyone.

“Would you like some more coffee or would you rather switch to cigarettes, Jiggy.”

I know who Mossman is! After all these years.

—–

But there was more afoot tonight (of course!). Awkward afootness.

—–

“Wish me luck,” requested Colored TV.

“Break a leg up there, I suppose,” returned the Black and White, knowing he was doomed, wings or no wings.

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non-working holidays 02

They emerged from the sunken pool quite refreshed and relaxed. Woody continued their tour.

“Here we have symbols representing the primary holidays of Christmas and Easter,” he piped up in his whiny, nasal voice. So irritating, thought Wheeler. But she must concentrate — she knew all of this was important now. But that’s not Christmas and Easter. Something else. Or was it?

Maybe nearby barwoman *Jean Fade* would know.

Yes. She did.

“Sister,” she explained in starting out. “Twin.”

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Gene Fade’s Mountain Revisited

“Then we rounded the corner and, lo and behold, downtown Notherton was still there (!). Right below us. Gene Fade was so excited.”

“Because, um, Gene Fade was there — with you.”

“Right. And then the 5 sided mall (!!). We looked for it and then suddenly it was just looming before us, all dramatic and stuff.

“You can’t see the mall, mind you. It exists in another dimension.”

“Of course it does. Gene Fade’s dimension.”

“Exactly.”

Wheeler went to the next picture.

“And Gene Fade reached Notherton from this road leading back to his home at Jupiter Rock.”

“Jupiter Rock was his home,” Baker reaffirmed. “The town was named after the rock looming above it.”

“Gene Fade’s dimension. A dimensional rock as well.”

“Of course. It had a big red spot on it. More garnet colored, I suppose, but still red and obviously connectable to the same on the planet Jupiter. That’s how it got its name.”

“Not because Gene Fade or his town was from Jupiter. Because that would be ridiculous.”

“I wouldn’t say it would be ridiculous,” Baker countered. He thought about sulking but then changed his mind.

“I do really like the rock art on the posts,” said Wheeler, flipping back to picture 01. “80 posts to conform with the 80 posts you had in your new Sunklands blog at the time of its discovery. And both are still going on — rock posts and blog posts. Both continue. That certainly seems important.” The rest, thought Wheeler to herself: hogwash most likely. There was no Gene Fade. But, she modified, there *could* be Mossmen.

(to be continued)

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Heart Line 02

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“As you can see, Grassy, the 2 sightings of Mossmen in Our Second Lyfe from the past several years — perhaps the same as your Gene Fade…”

“It is!” reinforced the Mmmmmm sitting in the chair next to Baker Bloch. “It’s my old friend Gene Fade. Gene Fade!”

“Yes,” spoke Baker Bloch not quite as enthusiastically. “Anyway, both sightings occur very close to our brand new Heart Line. The actual heart shaped dance stage in, let’s see, (Baker Bloch looks at the part of the map closest to him, its sw corner) Catocala — never remember that — it marks the line as the Heart one. Then just a bit later I found a linden palm right on the line in one of the sims below this map, but didn’t make the connection to *palm* or hand line until a little later. Then the spinning train in (Baker squints further up the map this time), Velox — yes, Velox — convinced me this new Diagonal also had power, just like the old one running through Rubi and VHC City and the like.”

“One is Heart,” Grassy inserts. “One is Head. You *thought* about the Head Line too much, so the Heart Line is automatically produced. And your friend Art Oluja is involved?”

“Right. The Cato-cala heart (Baker makes sure he’s pronouncing the sim name correctly) points right to the center of her new installment in the same sim.”

“Art use to live on the edge of Collagesity?”

“Yes. Eastern edge.”

“Why did she leave?”

“Nothing in Our Second Lyfe is permanent, Grassy,” instructs Baker Bloch to the rather naive Mmmmmm. “Things change… but I think Art decided to use the tier of the parcel for other purposes. You see, you can only hold a certain amount of mainland with a certain amount of tier, and the tier is rigged to jump way up in price if you go over your limit and you own enough land. I pay 35 US dollars in tier each month to the Lindens, but my land allowance is maxed out under this agreement. To buy even a small 512 parcel would push it up to 67 US dollars in tier. Do you understand?”

“I think so. I will study this matter. I have never owned land in Our Second Lyfe. Nor do I believe I desire to do so if the game is rigged this way, as you put it. I will stick to visiting Collagesity when needed and staying in my nice, free apartment near Iris that Bill provided me at the end of Collagesity novel 8.”

Baker Bloch looked over at the ovoid green figure beside him, his wonky pupils darting about the whites of his enormous eyes like black ping pong balls. “Probably a wise choice my friend.”

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heart o’ toys

“Gene??”

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“You told me to report back here as soon as I found something.” Famed Mmmmmm Grassy Noll dramatically paused. “I found something.”

“Hold on,” requests Wheeler Wilson. “I’ll phone up Baker Bloch. He said something about a new Junkyard. He should be in on this. You say it’s big?”

“*Big* big,” insists Grassy.

“Hold on, then.”

—–

“Yes, here it is. The post from the old Baker Blinker Blog showing a Mossman. Could be Gene Fade again.”

“It is!” reinforced Grassy Noll.

“But in a somewhat different location of the continent,” adjusted Wheeler Wilson.

“The connection is obvious, though, Wheeler,” Baker Bloch compromised. “*Must* be something to it.”

“Yes!” Grassy piped up again.

“And you say this was right next to Art’s parcel. The same Art that use to live on the edge of Collagesity? The balance to the Blue Feather we sit in right now?”

“That’s right.” Grassy’s wonky eyes were darting about the place even more than usual. He was quite excited, and most likely rightly so.

“I’m going to remove my hat once more so that the reader can take a better look at the 2010 Mossman.”

“I’m going to phone up Hucka Doobie while you’re doing that.”

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