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“*Another* one,” Hidi uttered while gazing forward at the sea monster in the distance, a double to the one in Storybrook Lake.

“This must be the correct photo to begin tonight’s session with.” She then decided on another form. Batty Casey?

Not quite yet. All grown up Katy Kidd, the Real McCoy now?

Soon. Then I remembered the arena, the battle. Grays vs. Browns. Slaughter but then Olive Branch extended. Fred and Ethel.

Looks like Batty Casey is the one.

But first a little fun.

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Hidey, actually

“Hmph. Hidi’s got a privacy screen surrounding her property now. And ban lines. Can’t get in. Doesn’t reply to im’s.” Mary Peppins scratches her chin, then continues to speak to herself while looking eastward. “Guess we’ll have to put up with that eyesore over there a little longer.

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hidden?

“Come here dear,” Mary Pippens requested from the open door. “I want to show you something.”

“In a minute dear,” spoke her husband of 29 years, Achilles. “I’m recharging myself on The Diagonal.” One day it will solve my nose problem, he then thinks while beholding the cursed big honker between his eyes. I’m sure of it. 15 minutes a day: that’s how long the church told him to do, no more no less. He looks down at his watch.

Two minutes and 37 second later, he began moving to the now closed door to join his wife at the bay window of their bedroom. “Look there, hubby. I stare out this window every day at one of my beloved, local hills, and this structure *definitely* hasn’t been here before. Here, I’ll open the window so you can take a better gander. Right over there on the old Elaine Ratio property. She’s rarely home any more, you know.” With her arthritis weary arm, Mary points toward the visible corner of my recently erected 32 square meter house in Instabar, the one Summerhill Nova warned could spell TROUBLE for me once again.

“We should alert the local neighborhood watch. Who’s the head of that thing now?”

“Hidi,” Achilles said. “I think — can’t remember the last name.” He sniffed and the cats ran away.

“Well, I’ll try to track down this Hidi tomorrow.”

“Good luck.”

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bargain 02

“They’re ready for you Ms. Rebl.” Hidi then noticed that the cat-person lawyer was using her hands for a brush and her attache case as a pallet. “What, pray tell, are you painting, ms.?”

“Like any good lawyer, I’m painting a scene,” came the logical answer.

Case still in hand, she follows Hidi down the Hall of Fear to the Chamber of Utter Unspeakable Horrors.

Despite the name, there was actually a happy, feel-good vibe to it tonight. Things in this section of the photo-novel were being wrapped up in a relatively honest and decent way.

“Great Mother,” spoke Rebl solemnly while bowing at The Threshold (they called it). “I am honored.”

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on point

I look in a mirror and see myself as not quite me. Alice F. — Alice Farrowheart. Why the formalities? And Percy is right. We should talk to her together, public servant and private dick as one. We are a swell team, she realizes, standing back a bit and trying to adjust her hair the same way as in the mirror. It doesn’t quite work.

—–

“You’ll have to forgive my lack of furniture and niceties here in my apartment, fellow women! I spend a lot of time in the South — Black Drake or Black Dragon to most. The Red Umbrella (gallery) is there, of course. And some other galleries and nice shops — the place is still growing! Very exciting times here in the town. I’m looking for a reasonable apartment down there. That’s a joke — they’re *all* pretty reasonable here in this NWES city. New WES City it was originally called, you know. Named for a large burg in the past down the coast a bit. That’s where Ingor…”

“Ms. Farrowheart,” pleaded private dick Percy Pierce, tired of the babbling. Enthusiastic to talk — yes, that’s a plus. But it must be guided stream-of-consciousness. “We need to get down to the bottom of it. We’ve mentioned that woman upstairs, the one who sits in the hammock all the time.”

“Oh, she doesn’t sit there *all* the time. She has a double!”

Jodie Tanner and Percy Pierce exchange glances. “W-what do you mean: a double?” offers Tanner, daring to jump in. She quickly amends the conversation. “Mind you this is *off* the record, Alice F.. Notice I called you Alice F. there again? That’s because we’re off duty. *I’m* off duty.” She shakes her head toward Percy, acknowledging the gaff. They’re becoming one and the same more each passing day. Sharing bodies, sharing fluids. Two hearts as one.

Alice F. winds up again. “Oh she has a *belt*. I looked it up; it’s called a Great Belt. That’s the actual name of the thing. Well, she uses that belt to teleport in and around all over the place, but the belt *projects* a double still sitting up there in that hammock. With hardly a stitch of clothes on,” Alice F. complains again, rather old fashioned in those ways.

“So…,” attempts Jodie Tanner. “Kind of like, um, Wonderwoman?”

“Ahem,” piped up Percy Pierce in clearance, more aligned with the cartoon world of superheroes. “I think you may be thinking more of Batman. Or maybe Batgirl, hmm.” She turned to Alice F. “Is that what you mean, though? Some kind of talisman with, er, superpowers?”

“*No*. It’s mainly used as a toy.”

“Toy?” Jodie and Percy both exclaim.

“I’ve seen her down in Black Drake or Blake Dragon with the thing on. She *doesn’t* just sit up there in that hammock in Marwood. This is more a North-South connection. But Black is where (the belt is most powerful); more closely aligned with what it *really* is.”

“Martial arts?” attempts Jodie again. Wrongly.

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Gastonites

“Well here we are lady,” spoke Uncle Zach, currently (and miraculously!) posing as a taxi driver. “The Joint Joint. It’s haunted you know. That back room. Back in the back. There’s people back there that shouldn’t be there.”

“I don’t care,” Heidi replied innocently with naive voice.

“Two eggs, they say,” he started again, hands extended and wavering to accent the spookiness. “Floating in mid air without any wires.”

“I’m not scared of eggs.” So child-like. Very surprising (again).

“You haven’t seen *these* eggs. Different colors they are. One glowing red, the other: green. Two colors that don’t go together well —  at all.  And: are you going to get out or not?” His haunted story had run its course. For now.

“Goodbye Mr. Taxi Man. ”

A boy appeared in the chair beside the door. Heidi changed as well.

“Shall we enter, Georgie Porgie?”

“After you, um, Heidi Widie.”

He always had trouble keeping up.

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Hills of Bill

There was not a lot around the trailer positioned at the very top of Bill Hill, the highest hill of the eponymous Hills of Bill. Nearest neighbors: a couple called Little Heaven and Little Hell. Reminds me of Teebestia and Axis and their Heart and Spade relationship, spade being basically a heart turned upside down and opposite in color. Angel; Devil. So maybe it is fate that such a couple live near Bullfrog and Space Ghost now. Is it actually Teebestia and Axis living there? No. But, still, maybe nearby.

How about the nearby sim of Littlefield, then? Littlefield, Texas is the seat of a county called Lamb, reminding me of Pitch’s wife Mary and the beloved little lamb she lost back in Olde Lapara Town in a grassy, grassy field. You still can’t mention it without her starting to weep a bit. The county also contains a village named Spade. And exactly seven miles and also exactly six seconds directly north we have a Hart Camp; Heart and Spade again; seven and six even. Littlefield (and accompanying Lamb) must be important. Currently there is a quite cheap 4096 square meter parcel for sale there that Wheeler Wilson could own with a couple clicks of the mouse. Adding in tier, I’m not sure that’s the direction to go.

How about this building called Musix Club immediately south of the purchasable land, in Belmont this time? Belmont was the site of the Bluebox Gallery, as I’m recalling, which represents, in a different way, the center of the whole continent formerly sprinkled with Blue named galleries south to north, namely Bluestocking (South), Bluebox (Middle), and Blue Strawberry (North). The current Collagesity photo-novel, 15th in the series, is divided into these same regions based on continental directions. Bluestocking was mentioned by Grey Scale Kimball in the South part (sections 1-3). Blue Strawberry by Baker Bloch in the North division (sections 4-6). Now Bluebox in the Middle (section 7). Was it also unfortunately in the way and that’s why it’s gone now?

But back to the building still present in Belmont, and nearest the old Bluebox Gallery property. We’ve seen it before in the novels, specifically in 14 before the current one, also all about Maebaleia/Satori and a kind of bookend work to this one. Now I’ve discovered the additional curiosity that the picture of Pink Floyd (pink!) on the front wall turns into a picture of The Doors from within.

And then “doors” over the two doors of the establishment next to it.

Is Pink Floyd a door into a different dimension? How about the big, rainbow colored marbles spinning in a tube just outside? Is ‘Rainbow Sphere’ infatuated Roger Pine Ridge suppose to show up next? He’s probably due.

(to be continued)

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