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changes

“Is this life ever gonna get old to us, Philip? This Gastion — notice the name change?”

“Doubtful, Marion.

Doubtful.”

Early the next day, Marion and Philip realized that Gastion was just a (high) pot name and the real name of the sim had not changed. It remained Gaston. But, in fun, the two partnered criminals called it Gastion (or sometimes Gas Station or just Station) from here on out.

Then one day, without Philip, Marion visited the creepy alley behind the “Station” with the aid of Golden Joe.

“Uugh. Where *am* I?” he asked groggily while swatting away leaves from his face.

—–

“And *who* am I?”

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ruby key

“The alleyway is a keyboard,” spoke Marion Harding, deep in a ganja trance.

“What’s that Mario… Marion?” Philip Strevor — professional pill popper.

“Middle…

…C”

—–

“I’d like to buy this place from you Pizza Boy II. I’d like to build a door about right over…

…there.”

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Star

“What’s back here, then?”

“Oh, nothing. Just an alley,” answered Domino, showing the tall, swarthy man around the gas station his uncle owned.

The stranger peers out. “Oh, I think it’s much more than an alley.”

“In its day, maybe. The Dark Days.” Satan Days, Domino thinks to himself, not wanting to say the word aloud.

The stranger knocks on the door, testing its solidity. “No eyes on this one as far as you can tell?”

“Nope,” clipped Domino, thinking how lucky they could limit themselves to one door for such a profitable establishment. Karma indeed.

“Listen, er, stranger.” Domino was trying to prompt for a name again. And failing again. “Um, my uncle won’t be back today. Like I said, *he’s* the owner. He’s the one you should be talking to. Not me.”

“That’s fine,” replied the dark man plainly, implying that he was okay with just talking to Domino now. Was Domino being played? Was he *in play*?

Marion Harding shuts the door, turns around, crosses his arms. “Tell your uncle that I’m interesting in buying this joint. Tell him — money is not an option.”

“Er… do you mean that money is not an issue? That’s great, er, but Uncle Zach, I’m sure, isn’t selling.” Then Domino realized he might be wrong. Why was the stranger here in the first place?

“I said what I said,” reinforced Marion. “Tell your Uncle Zach exactly what I just told you. Understand?”

“Sure, sure.”

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Gassity

“It’s the only place we could go to get away from Cindy A. Everywhere else: planes and rockets okay. But not here.”

“Let’s go find Little Jimmy,” Marion Star Harding urged, still lugging the attache case around with the required money.

—–

“It’s the same car as at the gas station in Cassandra City, Tealy,” spoke Marion in his cool gangster style.

“I believe it might be.”

“It is,” reinforced Marion. “I have a photographic memory. This is the place.” He blew out air with this. Some things never change.

“Freebies!” Tealy then utters, pointing to a nearby pillar while waving his hand before his nose, a familiar gesture.

“No, it has to be that one car. Where I was born in the parallel lives. Patterns. Stick to patterns.”

“Okay.” They move on.

—–

“We’ve seen this bastard before too.”

“Toppsity,” declares Tealy down below. “Toppsity?” he then questions Marion.

“X-City,” corrects Marion, pointing to his eyes and head.

—–

So here it is, Tealy. The *real* bastard.”

“Little Jimmy,” states Tealy religiously. “So it is true.”

“Cradle to grave,” Marion Star Harding manages, crying again now. “A life well spent.” He changes.

“L$50000 well spent,” returns Tealy, still wishing they had tested out some freebies before purchasing such a golden egg. CHA-CHING. *Sit*.

Marion Tillie knew they now had a fighting chance against the machinations of the A.Team.

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Star

“Well it all just sounds so fascinating Tillie. Seraph Club. Dean Martin!”

“And James Dean the week before. We just missed him!”

Tealy turned to Tillie. “I’m sorry. I know. One of your heroes.”

“Marion, Indiana,” she spoke. “I was there when it happened.”

Tealy pats Tillie’s near hand. “I know.” Tears began falling from her face, splashing onto Tealy’s hand even. She changed.

“But looks like he’s back!” Tealy then encouraged.

“Marion, Ohio this time,” spoke a transformed Tillie, clutching the L$50,000 tight in her his lap.

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arrival 03

It took them half a day to reach another of those clear spaces where they could make enough sense to each other for more of the story.

“A railroad oval. An engine runs into a caboose. Tale before the tiger,” Marion explained. “A race between beginning and end, she said. Tale wins.”

“Maybe tails win,” Billy Jean King said while sitting on a small bed in the corner of the otherwise almost unfurnished and undecorated cabin. “As in a coin. Flipping a coin — heads and tails.”

“Maybe.”

“What else?”

“She said to always pay attention to the blue roses. They always indicate something. We looked west now. Two thrones — blue roses to side. She said these were the Prince and Princess of Rosehaven, but only when Caledon is Caledonia.”

“See?” BJK nudged Philip sitting beside her in the ribs. “I *told* you it was Caledon. Maybe we were in the wrong place to start with.”

“No,” insisted Marion. “We were definitely in the right place. Caledonia. And then — get this — they removed their, er, masks. Actually the Prince had on some rainbow swirly globe or something — over his head. The princess just shed her golden skin, like a snake. ‘Let the waters rise,’ they said in unison, then. I looked around but didn’t see any water, let alone water rising. But something had changed. I could feel it.”

I also noticed there was a tiny bit missing from the Prince’s fin-foot, like it was bitten a little bit.”

“A little *bite*,” BJK insisted. She turned toward Philip knowingly. Philip just stared back blankly.

“The Princess’ shoe was right there.”

“Achilles heel?” BJK offered, visualizing it backwards in her mind.

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arrival 02

“Philip! Come here!”

—–

“She said her name was Edwardston. I figured that was code for something.” Billy Jean Kidd had an opinion but bit her tongue for a change. “She said she was waiting for spring to arrive in Rosehaven before properly returning. I told her the snow’s melting, melting, melting as we speak — shouldn’t be long. She said she had to wait until it was good and gone because she didn’t like snow one bite. ‘One bite’, she said. Not ‘one bit’.”

“A byte is 8 bits,” offered Philip to one side. “I learned that in my computer science class.”

“The one you failed. Speeding through your assignments all the time and not paying attention to what you were doing.”

“How about you?” Philip countered to his old school chum Marion. “Always high. Always slow… to learn.”

“Admittedly it was a blur. The whole school thing… but — anyway — getting back on subject, Edwardston said she knew all about the Oracle.” He paused here.

“Well?” urged Billy Jean Kidd on the other side, finally showing her impatience again. They had a 15 minute window here at the Vineyard cafe to talk about something serious, very serious, in as clear a way as possible. And it was 5:36 now. They were 6 minutes in — almost halfway into this theoretical space. Rainbow space. BJK indicated their time limit to the others.

“Aww, that’s just something you made up,” insisted Philip to her left. “It’s not like at 5:45 I’m going to get up, go to one corner, pull out my dime bag of cocaine, line it up neatly on the table, and then take a straw and sniff, sniff, sniff — very quickly.” Philip imagined how pleasant this would be, and the resulting state.

“Yes you will,” states Marion plainly. “You always do. 15 minutes after sweets. Always the same story.”

“5:39 now,” issues BJK, pointing to the watch still not on her wrist.

“Anyway,” continues Marion. “She said the tiger pictures were placed at the end of the tale on purpose. And then — get this — she said she came from *between* the two of them.”

“What’s that mean?” inquired BJK.

“I asked the same thing to Edwardston and she didn’t respond. Instead she got up: ‘Walk with me,’ she said. There was another part to explore. The large balcony was just the beginning of the end, she said. ‘Walk with me,’ she repeated.”

“5:42, now,” implored BJK, sneaking a glance at Philip. His forehead had begun to perspire. So little time left!

“We rounded a corner of the large room and entered another one, with a window facing the opposite direction — toward the north instead of the south, I believe. A man named Pat sat on a couch surrounded by cats.”

Philip gets up from the table.

“Time’s up,” BJK declared, throwing her hands in the air.

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