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Wheels
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Collagesity Updates
Tonight Baker Bloch was poking around the Castle of the 7th Spire after making some important updates to Collagesity as a whole.
“Hi Karl. Whatcha doing way up here in the air?” But Karl had no answer for Baker. He’d been hanging there for a long time.
Baker thinks the castle still has great potential as an art gallery or perhaps a town history museum.
And what’s the real story behind the skywalk that descends to the top of the castle, opens up in a glowy gap, and then reascends back to an upper plane? Hucka D. has also stated that the castle could be more the product of Lemon Lab than Linden Lab, going along with present research in BoB(ylon).
The corner of the House of True Lies remains missing after its separation from the rocket launcher that took Karoz and others to the Moon. Rumors have it that Karoz has used the launcher since then to travel to Mars, maybe further. A planet called Muff/Birmingham is involved in some variations.
But to the important changes — Collagesity, at least for now, has been basically restored to its former state before the exit of the Toxic Art Gallery about maybe a half year back. The “Art 10×10” with its 100 collages, minus the earliest 20 within the Greenup series, has returned to the virtual village. John Lockfry 02 saw it coming. Along with this, the SoSo Gallery has been deleted (redundant collages now), and House Orange has also come back to Collagesity, the at least former home of Baker Bloch and situated, as it was before, directly in front of the Toxic Art Gallery’s door.
I’ll just have Baker Bloch snap a photo of the arrangement…
Oh, and the Bodega market has returned, along with Karoz’s upstairs apt.
But right now we must join Baker Bloch and Carrcassonnee in her gazebo. The discussion has already started.
—–
(joined in progress)
BBloch:
A wrestler?
Carr.:
Wrestler.
BBloch:
Well, hmmm, that would explain the training facility John Lockfry 02 describes.
Carr.:
Yes, he knows that much. He’s studying the Intense Shower. Shouldn’t we all be? We were all involved.
BBloch:
Yes. I suppose so. What was it exactly?
Carr.:
To me it was just that — a shower. Intensely pleasing, but I got soap in my eye and couldn’t find my towel. It didn’t end well, me out in the woods without a stitch of clothing on for all to ogle.
(for the record, Carrcassonnee never wears any clothing)
BBloch:
But then the horrible rain itself has come to be described as the Intense Shower. The one that brought us David Bowie slash Bogota.
Carr.:
He was just passing through. He just wanted to show you he existed, he will continue to exist, and to simply encourage you a bit. The carrcasses and all. *My* carrcasses.
BBloch:
I can see that.
Carr.:
And to tell you a little about the mechanisms of death. Do you have any more questions about Dr. Mulholland? I think it’s pretty clear cut.
BBloch:
Is John Lockfry 02’s BoBylon research done already?
Carr.:
No.
(unjoined in progress)
—–
World of Collages hasn’t returned to Collagesity, however. Is there really a world of collages out there to discover? Mine seem different and separate from the others, in truth, and I think that’s partially because of the heavy analysis I do on them now. They are like captured bits of dreams. That angle won’t subside with future series, I don’t believe. There will always be series now. And there’s also the thing about using whatever images fit my style, not thinking too much about copyright barriers. That’s why I call my collages educational and noncommercial on this site.
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Spin
Karoz requested Baker Bloch clean up around Collagesity as much as possible to free prim space for his future projects, such as the flight to Second Life’s moon. Excitement to come! In doing so, Baker finds Furry Karl stashed away in the 7th Spire next to his former bar.
But he didn’t seem to be “alive” now, so Baker made a mental note and moved on. Newcomer Rhoda was still in charge of the bar as far as he could tell, his blood stains finally removed from the counter. “Hello Rhoda,” he said in greeting as he passed by the door. “Just making my nightly rounds”. No response.
Also mysterious was the spinning pocketbook Baker Blinker left behind on the table in The Grove. Why was it spinning? Was it trying to tell Baker Bloch something (and me through him)? Was it a direct communication between the 2 inworld Bakers, even? At any rate, Baker Bloch decided it would be unwise to return it to Baker Blinker at this moment. 4 more prims, however, to deal with.
Using distant vision, Baker peeks around the House of *True Lies* (formerly the House of Truth) where the rocket launcher now exists to see if everything is in order.
He adjusts some of the spacing between the pictures around the launcher, but all else seems okay. Nothing to delete there either.
Baker Bloch takes a look at the most westward structure in Collagesity and wonders if it will ever be “filled in”, given the town’s constant shortage of prims. He has a possible new name for it, then: Smithy’s House. This is where The Master entered Collagesity from unknown dimensions about a month back now. So much has happened in the meantime! A door opened.
His rounds done, he settles into his comfy chair in the attic of the Norum College and enjoys the play of shadows across Collagesity’s skyline caused by the rising sun. He misses the view into the forest, but that’s Baker Blinker’s place now.
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Blood Dr.
“You watched a collage film by baker b. called “Blood Dr.” John Lockfry 01. What did you think of it?”
“Confusing,” he said. “Bizarre. I don’t understand any of it, really.”
“Well, you obviously remember Jacobi’s cabin within,” continued Carrcassonnee. “You crossed the ash line to enter, with Benji back then. How is Benji anyway?”
“I don’t know,” replied John Lockfry 01.
“I have a picture of Benji here, actually,” the great olive being then said. “Perhaps you will recognize it. Let me put it against that far wall, above Baker Blinker’s bed she sometimes uses while staying in my Collagesity. Oh, it appears she is still sleeping there… didn’t see her, ha ha.”
John Lockfry 01 pivots to view the picture above a still drowsing Baker Blinker Karl. His curiosity piqued, he gets up. “Is it okay if I take a closer look?”
“Maybe we should rouse Baker Blinker first. Baker Blinker?” Carrcassonnee pauses. “Baker?” She paused again. “Well, I hate to wake her up from such a sound sleep, so go ahead and approach the picture. Just do it quietly.”
John Lockfry 01 gets up and moves toward the picture, stopping just in front of the bed. He stands there for a moment…
…and then returns to his seat in front of Carrcassonnee. He speaks to John Lockfry 02. “That’s the picture in the cabin. You remember, don’t you?”
“We don’t exactly have the same memories, Past Lockfry.” he responds. “I remember entering the cabin with a dog and seeing a picture of a human on the wall. It is backwards for me. I stand outside the magic circle now, looking in wistfully.”
“But that’s the dog Benji,” reinforces John Lockfry 01. “From the movie.”
“Yes, that’s how I entered the cabin. With Benji.” John Lockfry 02 stares at John Lockfry 01, wondering if he understands the ramifications of what he’s saying.
Carrcassonnee attempts to explain. “John Lockfry 01, we’re in a collage film right now, as I speak. Collagesity is a perpetual collage. It doesn’t stop at the movie theater up in Collagesity Heights any longer. It is here with us. It is now. It is. But we better talk about Crabwoo. That’s in [Blood Dr.] as well. Let me put the image in your mind this time.
John Lockfry 01 lurches back. “Whoa… yeah, I remember that. What the heck?”
“Crabwoo,” Carrcassonnee repeats.
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Bitch
“Oh, I got woes floaty man. Yes I do.”
“You gonna order anything today, Karl?” asks Rhoda impatiently, his little stick arms protruding from below his oval, blue-green body per usual. He is a true flattie or cutout in both Real Life and Second Life — rather unusual. “‘Cause I got a business to run,” he continues in his slightly nasal voice. “A new business. Old Kent is looking over us all the time from… heaven, yeah. You gotta order something. You can’t just freeload in here. Load’s not free.”
“Rhoda, I’ve already drunk three frigg’n beers and positioned them on the counter over there,” responds Karl in his typical gruff manner and nodding in the appropriate direction.
“N-no you didn’t. They were there.”
“No, I distinctly remember the golden goodness of 3 Krings beers sliding down my throat and into Tummyville. And I paid you.”
“Oh, okay,” Rhoda says matter of factly. Then: “That’ll be 3 dollars.”
“Nah, I ain’t doing that.” Karl waves him off, and then looks over at the picture on the wall to his right. “So what’s with you and that Old Kentucky or Old Kent or whatever — *shark* anyway? It’s like you’re his bitch or something.”
“He looks down on me and tells me things to do and to order,” came the reply. “Listen, there’s something I have to tell you Karl.” He leans in closer. “We’re[ all] dead.”
At this point Karl got the sudden urge to pull out a gun and point it directly at Rhoda’s head. Or his body which is the same as his head. He’s psychically tapping into the violence that regularly occurred at Rhoda’s former bar. It wouldn’t be the last time.
“I don’t understand. I don’t get that,” he said instead.
“Aren’t you going to point that gun at me?” Rhoda was truly perplexed.
“How did you know I wanted to point a gun at you? Is this some kind of strange time loop?”
Karl blinked, and then Rhoda was laying dead on the counter, riddled in gunshot wounds.
“Holy shit what just happened!?”
But he’s okay.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
Hired?
(joined in progress)
“Thank you for attending the impromptu meeting. As you can see, Karl, Baker Bloch is back. He’s applied for the custodial position at Karoz’s new school. Isn’t that exciting for him?”
Karl (eyeing Baker Bloch):
I suppose. No offense, Baker Bloch, but I’m more worried right now about my three-dimensional situation. And my new needs, Ancient in origin. Pole dancers… prostitutes… the like. I thought I was done with all that crud.
Carr.:
So did we, Karl. Yet Homer Simpson and Dr. Blood are both gone from the city. My city. My huge heart is heavy — heavier — because I not only lost a father but a friend. And on the other side, I not only lost a friend but a personal physician who knew my peculiar ins and outs. Both will be hard to replace. But a new stranger is on the horizon, about to turn the angle down Cannon Street. Can you guess?
Karl:
Pipi Longstockings?
Carr.:
Not too far off, Karl. But at the same time: very far off.
Baker Bloch (to Karl):
Is it uncomfortable in there for Baker Blinker? I’ve been experimenting with my own shape recently. I find it — unsettling.
Carr. (to Baker):
Karl does not understand what you mean by that.
BB:
I mean… never mind.
Carr.:
Baker Blinker was unable to attend the meeting today.
BB:
Jeez, wonder why? (Karl stares at him)
Carr.:
I will catch her up later when we meet with Karoz on board. Should be interesting.
BB:
So what happened [with the vortex in the Town Hall]?
Carr.:
Homer went back to his two-dimensional cartoon family, as he desired. Dr. Blood, in his ultra-generous nature, sacrificed himself to make sure this came about. But now we have Karl instead as a 3d character, and having basal needs again due to it. He does *not* want to return to his quote unquote cartoon family, his own breed of Ancients and now ours as well. He wishes to remain here. And this was a way to do it. Unfortunately he’ll have to quit the bar since he can’t fit behind the counter now. Another flattie will have to be hired to slot in there. Not Baker Bloch obviously. Any suggestions? I can’t let go of Lisa Simpson, even if she is a shadow of what I formerly was. Cardboard Derek Jones is a possibility.
Karl:
No, I can’t go back, and that’s a shame. To the bar, I mean. No, I don’t want to return to those weirdo Aqua Teen action figures, or whatever they are. I was the only human or humanoid among them, you remember.
Carr.:
I do. But, also, you have strong elements of Rhoda the bartender from “12 Oz Mouse”, which I’m more familiar with. Hmmm, I suppose we could just manifest Rhoda as a flattie.
Karl:
There. That’s solved. Now what do *I* do?
Carr:
There’s an opening for the custodial position at Karoz’s new school. You could live in the back room, Baker Bloch’s old room back in Noru, actually. You could fill in his shoes… oh.
Baker Bloch:
Yeah, “oh”. Which one of us gets the job?
And what’s with Karl’s queer mask?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0001, Heterocera, Rubi
Suck
While Karl watched helpless, another one of those vortex thingies quickly formed in the center of the Town Diner and took Dr. Blood in, along with his strangely attached pole.
Homer Simpson appeared at the door just in time to witness the last foot disappear.
“Stand back, fat boy,” warned Karl across the whirlpool, “you may be next!”
“Who are *you* calling fat!” cried back Homer. But then he too got sucked in, quick as a wink.
“Hmm,” said Carl, standing in the vortex’s diminishing center now. “I wonder why it’s not affecting me?”
Then it was gone as Carrcassonnee came squeezing through the door. “I was afraid that was going to happen,” she lamented. “My two friends!”
Karl stood in front of her. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”
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Karl
“So, um, what brings you to the Town Diner Dr. Blood?”
“I’m waiting for Homer Simpson and Carrcassonnee so that we can go on another camping trip into the woods, Karl. We had so much fun the last time. You should join us.”
“Hey, I ain’t going anywhere near the middle of those woods still.” Karl looked down at his suddenly rounded and less furry hands again. “Hey, Dr. Blood,” he began again. “You like that book you’re reading?”
“Oh it’s just something I’m browsing through while I’m waiting. I don’t really understand it.”
“Dufus, that’s the one with *you* in it. I was sitting over there earlier reading it. Checked it out of the library to make sure it was the correct edition.”
Dr. Blood takes a closer look at the tome; turns it around to read the cover he’s neglected to do before. “Blood Curdling Tales of The Forest,” he says aloud. “Oh, I didn’t realize… but what’s this about a Peter SoSo?”
“Never mind that now, speaking of unobservant. Do you notice anything different about *me*?”
Dr. Blood peered over at Karl sitting at the table alone. “You look sad. Your heart is low.”
“Always talking about *feelings*, oooh,” came the response. “Just *look* at me for Pete’s sake.”
Dr. Blood examines Karl from top to bottom as far as he can see and makes a determination. “You may look… a little bit less hairy.” He didn’t add that Karl also looked like he’s put on some weight.
“Bingo! I’ve lost my frigg’n beautiful fur, Dr. Blood. And I’m, on top of that, hello, *three-dimensional*. I woke up like this this morning. I tried to ignore it while setting up the bar, but I kept knocking into things. Thought the hair might rez in and everything would be okay. But it’s midday now, and The Hole in the Wall is due to open in 5 minutes. I think I’ll just have to close for the day. I’m sick. I’ve rung up my flattie cousin Crash — you know, Down-on-the-Coast Crash — to see if it’s ever happened to him. But look at me!”
Inside his compassion Dr. Blood had additional insights. “I sense in my special way that you have done something that has come around the bend to surprise you from behind. I see — a secret portal, a secret window to the soul.”
This makes Karl think back to a particular event from yesterday involving not a spiritual window but a very physical one. Then Dr. Blood inexplicably starts doing something on the striped pole in front of him that brought back a lot more memories, Ancient in origin.
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Beer
“Tinbaby, eh?” Karl says, shaking his head. He still can’t believe this man of metal sitting in front of him is the Tinbaby all grown up.
“But reversed,” reinforces Dr. Blood, aka Tinman. “Time flows backwards. Except now it moves forwards. I can feel my heart again. How about you Homer?”
“I’d like to feel my hand slide around another one of those delicious Krings, Karl, is what I’m thinking. Hit me again.” Homer points to a small, bare spot on the bar counter in front of him.”
“Boy you can sure hold your beer pretty good, Homer Simpson,” says Karl. “Well, I’m glad the woods aren’t haunted any more, I really am. I’ve made my money off my book deal. I’ve got a nice spot here for the bar in Collagesity. Things are looking up.”
“That’s great, Karl,” says Dr. Blood. “My heart feels your heart and the joy it has. We are all good and one in Collagesity.”
Karl looks toward Homer. “How about you, Homer? I guess you’re still missing your cartoon family, eh? Carrcassonnee told me yesterday that she’s actually your girl Lisa. She can do things like that. Go way back in time and inhabit tv characters, even animated ones. You may also know her as Fitz the Mouse from the short lived but brilliant ’12 Oz Mouse’. I’m in that one too!”
“Karl, you’re making about as much sense as this scrunched up, empty beer can. Now — hit me.”
Dr. Blood moves in closer to Furry Karl and shields his mouth. “Um, I don’t think a certain you-know-who is suppose to know that information yet,” he says in a low tone, pointing to Homer.
“Oh oh yeah, right,” responds Karl. “I forgot”. He reaches into the cooler for another beer for Homer, hoping to distract him from these truths. “Here ya go, Homer. Pop away. Let the beer help you forget. Carrcassonnee blabbers a lot of nonsense. Who knows what she’s talking about a 1/3rd of the time.”
“Right, Karl,” chips in Dr. Blood, backing up his story. “Why– why just the other day she referred to me as a parrot. A parrot!”
Yeah,” says Karl, getting in the flow. “I saw her walking around the woods the other day completed naked, without a stitch of clothing. Bonkers, I tell you. Muttering something about running out of paper towels. Like the woods are going to provide her with paper towels. And she’s always going on about, what’s his name Dr. Blood?”
“Um, I don’t know.” Dr. Blood couldn’t think of anything to make up at this point.
“Sure you do, the guy on the big cross. Wappo Jack, yeah. Says he’s going to send the whole town to hell for all that’s going on now.”
“Yes… hell,” states Dr. Blood, thinking Karl needs to reel in the surrealism now.
“Yeah, she’s pretty nuts, Homer. Pret-ty nuts. I wouldn’t believe much of what she says.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” blurts out Homer as he pops open the tab of his 13th beer. “Marge is… lost in the woods. Without — paper towels.” His head sinks to the counter.
“Hey Tinman, I think it’s time for our boy to go home and sleep it off. Where are you guys staying?”
“I suppose we’ll go back into the forest,” answers Dr. Blood. “I want to help Carrcassonnee find those towels!”
“Eh?”
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Spire
“Um, er, Baker Blinker.”
“Yes?” She was sitting at the bar, nursing her Krings.
“I have to show you something. Mind you it doesn’t matter to me, because I’m a flattie and all. We don’t operate that way.”
“What *are* you on about tonight?”
Karl showed her.
“Well, I thank you for that: being honest and all. That could certainly cause some awkward moments.”
“You know, um, *Karoz* comes in here all the time. Sits right over there at his computer game for hours at a time sometimes. Maybe we don’t *have* to close it up this precise moment, if you catch my drift.”
“Furry Karl! I’m shocked at you.”
“What I *mean*,” he continued in a more measured way, “is that you have the option. Again, I didn’t *plan* this out. It just happened. Could we possibly even call it… fate? I’m mean, you’re both such [delete name].
She shook her head firmly. “I’m going to make it work, but not in that way.”
“Okay, what if the situation was flip flopped?” Karl responded. “What if I told Karoz first? Because… I did. Oh dear, look who’s just entered the spire. What *are* we going to do?”
Baker Blinker rushed out of the bar and through the spire’s phantom prim, taking a shocked Karoz’s hand and quickly leading him around the corner back to her house. “Karoz,” she said firmly as she tugged him through the front door. “If this is happening then we’re going to do it *prim* and *proper*. No more beating around the bushes!”
And that’s how it started. The woods came back the same night. Collagesity was finally safe from all invasions.
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Sunklands 