Yes. Better at the other end of Justice Ave. opposite the Monkey Statue down at the soccer field. Pink clad dark haired halo topped Shelley J. Struthers front and center, soon to acquire another S name altogether. Okama to her left. Both stare at Bandana the banana, but he has no eyes to see Justice.
Even better. Okama fades from them as a license is thought of for the first time, leading directly to the church behind. Events are being set quickly into motion. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0603, Bandanaboro, Omega
There’s no way I can take a decent shot of the golden dome topped courthouse from the end of Justice Ave. and also include the street sign. I give up this morning. Besides, the sim’s going offline in 299, 298, 297 seconds. 294… must return to home and reorient.
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10:09:
Better. About as good as I can do. Now I can rest easy tonight, hah. But where is Tony B.; the talking banana; Shelley and Okama the two permanent members we know about of the band Silver that is slated to play at least a 5 night gig in this town of Bandanaboro in the upper east west central part of the Omega continent? Shouldn’t one or two or maybe all 4 of ’em be posing in this picture? Who is taking the picture? Is the last name of Tony B. actually Bandana like the banana he’s talking to now? Why would Luigi’s send over a talking banana instead of the banana topping he actually ordered? What’s wrong with descending into the sandy colored Body in town from its Head, dumb, very dumb being the implication for doing so? Dumb Man. 4 eyes. 4 pairs of eyes. What do they see? Do they see me? Can I see them? Why can’t I see them? Is it this town? Is it this courthouse, this avenue that turns into Holy Hero Street at its door? End of Justice here, beginning of Justice down there. Will Justice be served? How do we untangle all the involved Silvers now, throw in the California town of Silver Lake formerly known as Edendale as well? Why is AI hallucinating a well in or very near Bandana NC? Does it have to do with the well of information I received from the two owners of, well… here?
Rock &… One Strange Rock. Is this Earth or is this one strange rock somewhere else? Is it quartz? Mica? All of the above or none of the above? I can’t sleep after all. I’m going to get up and have some water, watch some more Youtube videos, maybe pop open another non-beer. Starfield always seems to do the trick. I’ll try one of the ones where the pace across the planets is faster. Wish me luck!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0602, Bandanaboro, GTA, North Carolina, Omega
… spun away from the camera, tires smoking. But eventually she’d find her way back to us as stomachs keep rumbling and babies keep crying.
This is still a place to be.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0601, Capital Cy
“No, that didn’t happen,” she said. “She went into the Head, true, but not down into the Body through the gullet, let’s say. No harmful pills in stomach. Got a degree in nursing instead. Or biology. Learned about what to put down there from the direction up top. Smart. Very smart.”
“But there’s always the flip side to a life gone quote unquote good. She worked her way down the food pipe. She got involved in childbirth, or worse, dancing. Dancing the pink away. She forgot all about the head. She couldn’t find her way back. Only one way out after that. One with the children.”
“She had 2 kids and their eyes were blue,” Daisy adjusted.
“3 kids,” Frank says. “All green.” tbc?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0509, Bandanaboro, HANA LEI, Omega
“Wait. Who are you?”
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“We have a Burger King, a Dairy Queen, and a Jack in the Box,” she said, playing 3 of the highest cards the town had to offer, this Bandanaboro of the upper east west central plains. Not Bananaboro. That’s different. “And a church,” she continued. “Aand a roller derby. Many many clothes shops, some even offering free stuff.” I complained that the one store I saw free stuff in, the vendors didn’t work. Yes, I teleported out and back into the sim to check, I reassured her. And this stuff — everything in the town, really — is old. “Part of the charm!” she countered. “And you can rez anywhere and your things won’t disappear.” Role play! I suddenly thought, getting excited again about the prospects. If I could just find somewhere I could hang my hat on. “Meet me at the entrance to The Body that looks like sand,” she said to this. “The head entrance.” Smart. Very smart.
—–
“After you,” she said. Or he.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0508, Bandanaboro, HANA LEI, Omega
Planet Q Planet Q, I think, looking at the white butterflies on the wall. I had to escape!
And just like that, I did. Back to 00510505.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0506, Bandanaboro, Omega, Planet Q
“What do you think our little bambino is going to be when he grows up, Frank?” asks Daisy, rolling over on her side of the bed to face him.
“She,” answers Frank, staring down from her flat hair into her blue/green eyes. “Our little bambino will be a she — and: ballet. As in dancer. 96.725% sure of that. Pink too to emphasize the girl part. Pink tutu. I can see her up there on stage even now, front and center and pirouetting away. Our baby girl.”
“I see him more as a background figure,” counters Daisy in more ways than one. “Still dancing and prancing some, maybe, but away from center. Someone else is front and…” She trails off. The combined caffeine and sugar high caused by the spicy pumpkin latte they shared too close to bedtime was finally starting to wear thin.
“Her,” Frank lightly corrects, but inserts it in the wrong place.”
“Yes,” she answers, again seeing the scene in her mind, the real girl up there in control.
For now. tbc
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0505, Bandanaboro, Bull's Bar, Frank's Moving Castle, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS
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“How about gray?” I ask him a bit later about his clothes back then. “Neutral would have been good too.”
He scoffed at first but then had a rethink. *Lack* of colors might have solved everything, he realized. The war with its 12, 13, 14 combat deaths and its 6 or 7 civilian deaths could have been avoided!
—–
Red to end.
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0504, Newer Island, Oz
“I’m actually from Virginia Beach directly across Ross Bay from Hazel, but my parents moved here around ’66 or ’67. It was only a 6 or 7 mile trip for that 6 or 7 year old boy I was back then, but, boy, what a difference. You had to choose a side during the so called Ross Bay Tuna Wars. Which fleet’s color you wore could indicate your preference, green or blue. So that got me wearing blue-green or green-blue all the time, just in case. The area is so small you never knew who was going to show up at your front door, friend or foe. You could only tell them apart by their own colors they were wearing. And if they showed up in blue-green — or green-blue, heh — you knew they were as confused as you about what was going on and you were safe with them.”
He took his cap off, turned the front toward him as if reassuring himself the words were still upon it, then back toward me. “Eventually I felt comfortable enough to put Virginia Beach back on instead of just having it blank. I wanted to show people my roots again, and that the split which rocked all of central south east western New Island for about a 6 to 7 year period was over. Because of the fierce competition, tuna’s about gone in the bay anyway — guess that’s what ended the thing actually. They fish for that stuff further out into the ocean now. The wound is not entirely healed these days but getting there. Ross Bay with its Virginia Beach, Rosslea, Bayside, and Hazel are all united again, or about as well as they were in the before-war times. There’s still squabbles, there’s still scuffles. But nothing like when the tuna was in the bay.” He placed the cap back on his head, satisfied with what he’d said about the subject so far and waiting for me to respond. He stared directly into my eyes.
“So you were about 12, or 13… or 14 when it ended,” I say, trying to make sense of all the 6’s and 7’s involved.
“Yeah, I guess that’s about right,” he said, eyes glazed over again, obviously thinking back. “12, 13… 14. Let’s go with 13. Pretty sure I was 13 when the armistice was sign, as the locals call it. Only 12 to 14 of the warring fisherman died and only 6 or 7 what we’ll call civilians killed, collateral damage as they put it. Pretty reasonable totals for all the bad blood going around. You wouldn’t believe all the shouting! I remember shouting… all the time!”
Keep it down, I think, but also keep this to myself. It was a cathartic moment for the old man of maybe 66 or 67 now. And, anyway, I was learning a lot about New Island history. Tuna Wars. What petty people! Could not they share? So I *did* ask him that.
“Well, to answer that, let me ask you what color you think my cap is, green or blue?”
I was starting to see his point?
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0416, Jerrymap, Michigan, Newer Island
“I’ve changed the title again, Shelley. Not ‘Woman in Red’ now, not ‘Woman in Red Rain.’ ‘Woman in Red Rain*bow*.’ You know what I mean.”
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“I can be whoever you want.” He stared at me for a minute — final green following up middle red and original blue — then took a pad from below him somewhere, scribbled something…
… showed it to me. “You can be yourself,” he’d written down, a smiley face tacked on at the end. Well… he asked for it!
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0411, Capital Cy, Newer Island
