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00400609 (Perch)

The slideshow they had prepared was *bore-ing*, but at least she wasn’t in Rockaway Beach Municipal Prison any longer, thanks to her mother. But it was thanks to her mother, she reminded herself, that she was in there in the *first* place. What did she do wrong except be adorable, she couldn’t help laughing at herself.

She looked out the window, at the large, altered American flag flying out there. At least they also like Obama, she thought about the face superimposed atop the stars part. But maybe this is just an older parcel and he was still the president when all this was formed, this *reform* camp. Land description does say the owner is not that involved in Our Second Lyfe any longer. Would explain why the mug of Trump isn’t around, because it sounds like the guy, from a glance at his other interests (suggested open gun carrying in Our Second Lyfe? say whaaaat?), might be a follower of *that* cult. Cults attract cults after all, refuge for the causers.

And what’s all this stuff about worshiping Venus?

This is what you get for following a Head without a Body.

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solid southwest

“Oh yeah, um, hi Baker Bloch (waves vaguely).

“I’m here to, um, check out the Rock, uh, is that it?” Man About Time points toward what is indeed The Rock. Marty was perched on top of it last month, listening to rock (music): himself, singing about listening to what the Mann said. Would he (did he)? Can he sing a Christmas song now up there? A day too late I would think. Then *Perch* emerged from beneath the mossy veil a couple of weeks ago — ever so briefly, because he is gone now. And frost has appeared on the veil…

“I’m going over there now,” he called to Baker in his unfocused way. But Baker couldn’t hear him because he really wasn’t there. Like Perch himself . Due to the eye/face’s disappearance, the door has been open for a return to Collagesity — *finally*. I suppose that’s where he could be pointing to but probably not. The odds are against us.

Nope (I checked). Better get back to Paper-Soap.

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root

“I agree, Blackey. Sure *looks* like a mouth.” Is Perch really reemerging? Baker Bloch contemplates on this sea green isle before The Rock of Southwestern Nautilus. After all this time? Carrcassonnee has just been the one eye for, it seems, as long as he can remember. He can’t even recall…

“Duncan?” approaching boy George said behind him, then also stares up, moreso than Baker even. He could see the eye(s) forming already behind the mossy veil.

I don’t want to *see* this, he thought, and looked away, forgetting the moment even. “Let’s go home.” A boy of 10 back to 13 then 10, over and over, had finally stopped the past/future “burp.” Carrcassonnee had saved him. By sacrificing herself for the greater good. Just like that other 3.16 person.

Baker acquiesces and turns black himself. He takes the boy of 10 back to Heaven, White as. Soup’s up!

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around the corner 02

So many more stories to tell in this here Paper-Soap, sims still united despite the best efforts of Old Man Allen Martin and his Paper Kings. See what I mean? But we must move back to Nautilus for now to investigate the eye. Monolith painter Greg Ogden’s on his final quarter, we could put it. STOP

START Someone is about to emerge.

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00300108

He stares from the rock while listening to rock. *His* rock. Can he actually listen to what The Mann says this time?

From this perch, he’s looking for the plane or at least the boat, but they weren’t that easily spotted. The pink plane may be totally out of sight (man). The small boat may *just* be visible, he determines. Another floater. Another 6 inches. If he could just fix the engine and move it away from here all would be well. The boy might be his.

—–

It was time for Zach Black and Lena Horned to leave this place. The Maebaleia red white and blue battle flag keeps flapping and slapping, ouch ouch ouch. Duty calls; Nautilus continent tour aborted. The red hand scratches.

Lena Horned takes one last float like the boy and is gone.

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Lemony Setup

Wheeler speaks to the mounted Perch.

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“Sorry I couldn’t take you all the way to Muff-Bermingham, Perch, but this was just too good of a setup to pass on. I hope you’ll be happy here. I’ll *perch* Carrcassonnee on my shoulder and bring her up here sometimes for a visit, hehe. You can catch up then.”

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“I am The Bill.”

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“This is my town.”

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Collagesity Early Nov 01

Already, many changes have been made to Collagesity in the past several days due to the mainland prim increases mentioned before LINK. The Edwardston Station Gallery with the complete 10×10 has been moved to Rubi (!). Yes, for now it’s still in Cayuga, but I have the feeling this will soon become the official version, easily spotted in the sky from the western side of town.

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More changes just below the ESG: a duplicate of Gloomy Gus has shown up, along with another airstream trailer to also match the one in Collagesity. Wonder who if anyone lives in these places — or will live there? So more story possibilities opened in that direction (west).

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Let me get to a new restaurant and new gallery now. As mentioned just earlier, a connector structure now links the Blue Feather building with the Town Diner. I don’t have a name for it, but the thing may *predate* either of the latter(?).

Standing in the same spot, Baker turns around to marvel at the addition. Collagesity may have a new nickname because of it, combined with the enlargement of the Blue Feather building: sity of Spires. Spiresity even, perhaps.

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There are spires glued onto sides of buildings…

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There’s even one where it totally shouldn’t be, some kind of symbolic gesture from the past.

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Renegade spire on roof of Blue Feather.

The restaurant now occupying the center of the connector — directly above the Old Cannon Road — is called *Perch*.

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Which *means*… Carrcassonnee has been removed from her eye. We’ll return to that super important development in just a little bit.

Baker’s going to have to wait on his food for a while, because Perch hasn’t officially opened yet. Wheeler is the owner — Wheeler, in fact, totally owns the whole town now. Carrcassonnee has been deposed.

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Wheeler bought two collages related to [the concept of] Perch from Baker Bloch: Sam Parr 03 and Sam Parr 04, called “Perched” and “Perched Too” respectively.

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I’m not sure why Mmmmmm toy avatar King Bill got associated with the fledgling restaurant, but there he is…

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… in multiple guises.

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Actually I do think I have a story about that, related to Wheeler’s recent declaration that she is now Bill or maybe The Bill.

(to be continued)

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