Tag Archives: John Bob Denver^*$
rhode crossing
The house seemed empty. But it had a portal room.
In the thin woods eyes were watching.
Or not.
Maybe 1/2 and 1/2.
We should walk back to GASTON.
.daor eht ssorc mih gnihctaw ,nacnuD desserpmi na denipo ”,onimoD ,naem uoy tahw ees I“
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0021, 0603, Gaston^^, Nautilus, Nautilus City^
snowy peak (!)
We pick up the treasure hunting trail of Dixon Too a little beyond where we last saw his brother Dixon One. Phillip’s ultra-thick stand of Linden trees protected Young Duncan from detection once more. Snowwhite’s not going to be happy.
Ignoring a couple of local yokels to his right, he checks out one of those primitive bamboo planes the Durexians use these days. “Bombed them back to the Stone Age we did,” he mutters proudly, again wondering how his life might have changed if he’d joined the Trojan air force instead of the army. “Well, not quite but good enough.”
He turns toward the gorilla and the caged man. “You hear that over there!” he called defiantly. “Close enough to do the job!” No answer.
He looked back at Highway 8 bending into the heart of Mountain Country. Better move on, he thinks. Put some distance between him and this backwards spot before darkness hits.
—–
About 200 meters directly north, the actual treasure location remains unseen.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0613, Mountain Lake^
Teepot’s Jeffrie Phillips
“It really is unfortunate that Duncan had to be treated like that. But t’was a necessary evil to eliminate a competitor. One down, two to go. Maybe one. Horace Wise did his shtick well. Railroaded back to Dixie he was.”
“Treasure – must – be – protected.”
“Exactly, Potty Steve. They must never suspect we were the ones behind it all.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0517, Teepot^^
Fame
“Yeah, yesterday that woman came into the Rhino all wrapped up and shite. I thought she was a stripper or… exotic dancer, you know. But she just sat in the corner, kept to herself while the show continued. John Denver last night. We’re getting the big stars now.”
“Gr-reat. Thanks.”
All became quiet as Osborne Well walked out of the establishment.
“I see what you mean, Domino,” opined an impressed Duncan, watching him cross the road.
Then John Denver and his manager G.G. showed back up from the other direction. Zowie!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0011, 0503, Gaston^^
Sunklands 