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April 4, 2021 · 8:17 am

Silent (Center of Universe)

She didn’t know how she got here. She remembers being nude on an island and being rescued. The rescuer had said she’d gone “native” and that it was a good thing he stumbled upon her because she was almost sunburned to death. She said to him she thought she was on Mars, on the only pocket of water on the planet, but just big enough that she couldn’t see the edge from her position on an island within. She saw other islands as well, which to the rescuer she described as planets. He pointed out that didn’t make any sense, and that they were in an ocean, the North Sea of Nautilus to be specific, and that he had found her rocket ship surrounded by those dratted featherfloaters just in the bay over there and was looking for survivors. It was only here she remembered the ship, the trip, the interplanetary training she had worked so hard at (so hip). She must have got her head knocked upon landing/crashing. That would explain the the lump-sized bump and some other stuff — the nudity obviously, but also the shower. It never rained on her island, yet she kept exclaiming to the rescuer, the “water’s on,” followed by, “I better go turn it off.” She went off to find a shower to turn off but never did. “How long had *that* been going on?” the rescuer asked, getting more alarmed by the minute. He had found a towel to offer her from a nearby camping spot but she refused it, saying she was still in the shower and that if she put clothes on that they would just get wet and she’d have to put them in the dryer and she didn’t have a dryer on this infernal island in the pocket of water on the surface of Mars. He kept scratching his head.

The rescuer left (the scene). She wasn’t sure when, or why. Maybe she killed him, she ruminated now, with senses returned. I *was* hungry. Would I do such a thing? Perhaps he mentioned the shower one too many times.

She remembers Carrcassonnee. Big C, as she called her, was on the island as well, but in spirit form. Mainly. An Olive head appeared once with a Big I within it, poking out a little bit, even, on one side. Disabled Astronaut AB pointed out the flaw. Carrcassonnee never returned in true form but she remained an advisor in the wind, the dust, the water, the sand. She could appear in a tree, a clump of grass, a stump. She came as a burning bush, saying that Astronaut AB had to make a choice and there was a Queen and a King to answer to over in a place called Corton, described by Big C as a similar island to this. AB logically asked if they were still Mars. Big C always affirmed that AB was on Mars, even though the rescuer had clearly denied this reality. “Yes, it was good I killed him,” she decided, a wry smile appearing on her lips.

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“Spread them apart,” commanded one resident to another, separating Duck from Glen. “Wider, wider!” But even as far apart as they got they were still in the same county and that was the trick. The Queen and King retired happy.


“Don’t talk to her, dearest. She’ll come around eventually.”

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February 20, 2021 · 11:47 am

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“I’m tired of being a Menace, Grandpa.”

“Grumpy, please,” insisted the octogenarian soaking beside him.

“Right. You’re sure they didn’t see me.”

“No one can see you. Now.”

“But you?…”

“No one takes heed of me any more. I’m *ever-present* you could say. And I never do no talking. Being naked all the time has its advantages. No one takes you really seriously.”

Mick looked over, noted the substantial package Grumpy was obviously protecting from harm. Star in his days, he thought. Still thinks he can make a comeback in that industry; still able to keep it up for 20 or so minutes at a time. With aid from the red and blue pills. “I’ve chosen a disguise,” he says over to his one and only true, non-goofy friend in the world, now that the wife has passed away. But he doesn’t like to think about the farming accident with the tiger and the grenade down in Bellisaria. “The doctor has arranged it. He will be known later on as… the Doctor of Mouse, and then, maybe, perhaps, simply become Dr. Mouse. He will do it. He has assured me it will work.”

Grumpy Grandpa thinks back to the days when they were trying to talk him into an operation to change a body part. Too big, they exclaimed to him, catching him in the shower with it one day. Perhaps his mother, perhaps a brother — but word got around. Drew has a big package, everyone found out. The girls at the school started taking more notice of him, a lot more notice. The boys respectfully bowed their heads now when he was around, instead of taunting him with jeers about his weight and such. He had found his niche, even though he didn’t know it at the time. No more residing between a rock and a hard place.

Mick brought him out of the past. “They’ll start with the head; get rid of all the black. Just like Bendy: you know Bendy, the attendant up at the gate house.”

“No.” But Drew “Grumpy” Cleveland, aka Grandpa Cliffs, knew all about Bendy and what went right and also what went wrong with *that* operation. Disguises all around in this here Castle Town of Southern Omega.

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April 22, 2020 · 8:46 am

grays and browns

Still engrossed in the red book after she was relieved of her lunch duties, Pink ran right smack into the rump of Ms. Crumplebottom at the corner of two streets.

“Lordy child!” the elderly schoolteacher exclaimed, then crossed herself and ran home to take a 120 degree shower, then turned the other way and took another. “1 year to retirement,” she complained while sudsing her hair a second time. “And that girl is trying to put me in an early grave!”

But then while drying she remembered the Corona-V wasn’t catching, it was just a catchy drink super popular in town right now. No one could go to church, read the proper, starless black book, and had substituted red for black, like Marty’s most recent hair color. 1975. A good year for Mars, and Venus along with it. Stars in general. Crumplebottom just had a bleed through experience, as if from another dimension (which it was). But at least she was super clean for her date with Bazooka Ferguson tonight, father of the local sheriff Tank Ferguson, the one that would later arrest — well, we jump too far ahead again.

But I think we’ve eliminated Ms. Crumplebottom as the bookstore owner, since she seems to be a local teacher instead. Don’t think you can be two in one, or at least go on dates, since you’d be working all the time. I think it has to be Olive. Maybe another poll is in order, alternate realities at stake and such.

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Meanwhile, within the brownstone apartment Pink just ran into Crumplebottom outside of, Bazooka Ferguson lamented the fact that he had to warm up to the school teacher with Olive. “It’s okay,” she comforted after the fact. “You didn’t go all the way through so it isn’t cheating.” She looked in his eyes for understanding. “Is it.”

“Now take off that old uniform and get ready for your date.”

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January 30, 2019 · 8:48 am

Or Nevermind.

“Damn this fairy dust just isn’t washing off today, Axis.”

But Absinthe’s partner’s attention was drawn elsewhere. “Says here that this wrecked ship in the water before us was called Nevermore. After the Poe poem I assume. Funny that. Poe… poem. Like he was born to write ‘The Raven’.”

“I always forget,” says the showering girl, “whether the bird beats the bug or the bug beats the bird. ‘(The) Gold Bug’. Short story.”

“I remember.” Axis continues reading the sign aloud. “‘Lost to the sea — in 7-4-53 — by the grace of Our Dear Lord — whose boats are all adored.’ Another poem, Ruby.”

“Absinthe,” she corrected, still washing and showering and cleaning with all her might.

“No mention of the Trojan-Durexian War, though.”

“Oh it’s to blame all right.” opined Ruby, finally back in form. “Too close to the edge, see,” she explained while drying.

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February 18, 2018 · 6:29 am

C1718W fun facts

“Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” ends at the exact same location as “Collagesity 2016-2017 Winter”, which is in the exact center of the Purden sim in Snowlands, Sansara.

Part 3 of “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” starts with a post called “HHI Again”, partial reference to the first post of Part 3 of “Collagesity 2017 Middle” called “HHI.” I only uncovered this resonance after already composing “HHI Again,” though, and was pondering over a title for the thing.

“Private”, the 4th post of part 4 of “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter”, was created exactly one year after “Scissors?”, the 5th post of Part 2 of “Collagesity 2016-2017 Winter” (1/15/18 to 1/15/17). They also share several of the same objects or props (unique to those posts as I recall), and both end with “fires.” Like with the “HHI”/”HHI Again” parallel, I only noticed this after the creation of “private”.

In “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter”, characters first speak a foreign language (German; several posts), although one small exchange between Wheeler Wilson and Baker Bloch in “Collagesity 2016 Later” (“B-4”) is in the pretend language of Perch.

Almost exactly half of the 7th Collagesity novel (“Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter”; 47 posts of a total of 97) is at least partially set on the 7th created mainland continent: Gaeta V.

2 used locations of Gaeta V, Clemscott and Comfrey, also have about the same number of posts dedicated to them in the novel (15 and 14 respectively), and are linked in other ways. I see them as a balance for each other.

Almost all other posts (20) concerning Gaeta V in “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” are set in a place I call Capitol City, which is a fictional burg located near the center of the continent.

“Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” contains 25 posts located in eponymous Collagesity, second least in the series to “Collagesity 2017 Middle” and its paltry 7.

In the 1st post of “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” (“Return”), Tronesisia returns to Middletown piloting a small pink airplane down its main street. In Part 6 of “Collagesity 2016-2017 Winter” (“Huskers”), she returns to Collagesity driving a small pink car down its main street.

Probably the most common drink referenced in “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” is a bucket of blood, served with or without nails.

One independent collage was created during the composition of “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter”: “SpicA”. It may also be the first collage of a new series called Hunt, but we’ll see.

There are many “Twin Peaks” references scattered throughout “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter.” The names of a number of minor characters (see, for example: “Shirtless in Comfrey”) are “inversions” of those connected with the show, including Jeffrie Phillips (Phillip Jeffries in “Twin Peaks”, played by David Bowie).

Similarly, Philip Strevor, a key character in “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter”, is an inversion of Trevor Philips, one of 3 lead characters of “Grand Theft Auto V”. They also share a similar appearance.

There are a number of parallels between the consecutive posts “Revealing” and “can’t wait” of Part 2 of “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” and the post ending the first half of “Collagesity 2015-2016 Winter” (“Spire”). This is another of those “after the fact” discoveries.

In a similar vein, frozen character Tin S. Man is seen showering in a bathtub in both that earliest Collagesity novel (“Fourth”) and the most recent (“congelato”).

The Spookmobile of “Collagesity 2016-2017 Winter” returns at the beginning of Part 5 of the most recent Collagesity novel (“Well, we have a giant *beaver*. How’s that?”), and connected with baker b’s audiovisual synchronicity “Pumpkintwisters” again. The Spookmobile was also seen in the first post of part 5 of “Collagesity 2016-2017 Winter” (“Martins”).

Like all the other Collagesity novels, “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” has its share of Beatles references. See, for instance, “silver hammer” of Part 04.

The “Grand Theft Auto 5” storyline starts with character Trevor Philips robbing a bank in North Yankton as an adult. In “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter,” derivative and, name-wise, inverted character Philip Strevor is claimed to have robbed a bank in South Yankton as a child. Yankton is also the location of the prison Bad Coop is briefly incarcerated in toward the beginning of “Twin Peaks: The Return”.

There are a considerable number of references to the comedy group Firesign Theatre in “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” (“plans”, etc.). In 1970, this group was dubbed by the Library of Congress as “The Beatles of Comedy.”

“12 Oz Mouse” references are littered throughout “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” and other novels in the series: perpetually stoned Peanut Cop in “up and down”, for example; his pal Golden Joe too. A good obscure reference example would be the queer tune that Pitch Darkly miraculously finds that he can play on a piano in Spider Cave from the final post of part 4 (“breakthrough 02”),  derived from this scene in the “12 Oz Mouse” episode called “Booger Haze”.

And I think that’s enough for tonight! More “Collagesity 2017-2018 Winter” trivia could be coming up.

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January 5, 2018 · 8:54 am

congelato

“Honey? Are you coming?” a prepared Tronesisia called from the bedroom.

“Ich bin eingefroren,” Tin S. Man squeaked back after a pause from the bathroom in his squeaky clean state.

—–

“Aww, babydoll. Not again!”

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January 12, 2017 · 7:40 am

S. is for Soldier

Old Mabel had pulled in a suave chair from the patio of the Perch restaurant next door to become friendlier with Tin S. Man, who turned out to be a fount of knowledge once you got him to open up (heart exposed).

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“All those Lower Minoans were celebrating the chopping of what they thought was the forest’s last tree,” he continued, “a brown cypress which now stands proudly again right beside Unch. They were gathered in the center of Lucky at sunset, hooting and hollering and carrying on, when the suddenly descended 200th whopped down terror from the skies with his thick, deadly cluster of limbs and leaves. Everyone dead, like ants under heel. Whop, whop, whop!” he emphasized, holding his axe high, blade outward.

“Fascinating,” said Old Mabel, carefully watching the axe. “When did you yourself arrive in the forest?”

Tin S. Man lowered his weapon again. “After the East-West Agreement. This opened up Our Second Lyfe to the world where I am from.”

“Oz,” spoke Old Mabel.

“Yes,” agreed Tin S. Man. “I was an experienced tree chopper there — my original name is even Nick Chopper.” He sighed. “But it was all because of the love of a Munchkin maid that I met my sad fate. An arm there, a leg here, then finally my head, my heart. All gone. Nicked away by my formerly trusted axe, enchanted by the jealous, evil witch who was her ward. I was fully tin when the Intense Shower came upon me unexpectantly that one summer afternoon while I was chopping away in the deep woods, freezing me up for perhaps all time. Then finally, after a long long wait, another maiden arrived: Dorothy of Kansas, along with her friend Scarecrow and, later, the Cowardly Lion. They became my friends. My Intense Friends. They oiled me back to life. My heart pumped blood again. I became Dr. Blood.”

“But how did you get *here*?” Old Mabel repeated.

“When the Reverse World came, I chopped in reverse. Kcaw, kcaw, kcaw,” he attempted. “Reverse chopping sound there,” he said, and smiled. “I used this new found talent to restore the Rubi Woods. It was a very satisfying chore. I liked it much better than the opposite, or removing parts of the woods. I believe a word for this satisfaction is karma. But it was strange nonetheless. Have you ever walked in reverse, talked in reverse? You may know what I’m talking about, then.”

“I *think* I understand,” said Old Mabel. She thought back to Little and herself writing backwards to hide their actual intent to Winfield, like when they sneaked out of the Dawg Pound to explored the forbidden Sandusty camp one weekend. Boy did they get in trouble.

“I learned of the 200th — Unch — the day I reverse chopped the 199th back to life,” Tin S. Man went on. “That brown cypress,” he clarified. “I knew there were 200 trees instead of 199 then because Collagesity had returned, as emphasized by my new and good friend Homer S. Simpson. S. — like me. His S. doesn’t stand for Soldier, though.”

Old Mabel tried to keep the metal giant focused. “Did Dorothy send you to the Rubi Woods?”

“Ozma,” he corrected. “The queen ruler. But Dorothy, of course, agreed to the task. They are in agreement about almost everything. Except one time…” He cut himself off there, reversing direction. “No, I better not. I respect both of them so much. We all have our differences.” But his heart had suddenly lost some warmth.”

“Another pointed question, then, Tin S. Man — Dr. Blood now. Are you Ray Davies?”

“Yes,” he answered quickly. No hesitation like in former times. “I am also the 11th beyond the 10. ‘Dark Side of the Rainbow’ is ten, like me (tin). Dorothy then finds me in the woods; brings me back to life, along with her friends, now my friends. I am Dr. Blood.”

“Thanks for telling me this.”

“You’re welcome, young maiden. I salute you.” He stands and salutes.

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August 21, 2016 · 5:57 am

Return of Space Ghost

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Baker Bloch’s father Space Ghost shows up in Collagesity from the woods again. He stops in front of Gloomy Gus. “Helllooo? Son?”

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He waits about a minute, then decides to try what he remembers as Baker Bloch’s other house in Collagesity: Home Orange just up the hill. *His* old home. As Space Ghost makes a (typical) wrong turn around the Hole in the Wall bar to get there, he becomes stuck in the 7th and namesake spire of the Castle of the 7th Spire, the same place that Carrcassonnee took her infamous Intense Shower and almost lost an eye as a result.

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Unable to free himself, he manages to finally figure out how to text his offworld son after some effort. The message Baker Bloch received was, “Help! Stuck! Hurry!”.

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“Just teleport out; use your map,” Baker Bloch told his father after arriving on the scene several minutes later.

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“I don’t know how to do that,” Space Ghost despondently replied, limbs still flailing.

“Okay, do you see the little logo that says *map* at the bottom of your screen? At the *bottom*. Or it could be on the left side, I suppose. Yeah, I’m looking at mine right now and it’s on the left side. But I believe I moved it there. So look at the bottom first.”

“I can’t find it. Is it next to where I keep my pillows and blankets?”

“Jesus,” Baker Bloch uttered, and tried to go inside the spire so that he could talk to his father face to face. But the phantom prim formerly used to access the shower had been made solid. Baker Bloch swears again with a dirtier word. The f-word.

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“Now Son, I didn’t raise you to use profanity like that. Apologize to the heavens and then get me the heck out of here!”

“Heck is a cuss word too, Dad. It’s a euphemism for hell.”

“Shut up!” Space Ghost barked back. “I’m… I’m starting to lose my breath. I’m starting not to breathe!”

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“Okay, don’t panic Dad. I have an idea. I”ll just remove the prim if I can’t get it open. But let me try to cut you loose first before I start destroying town relics.”

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“Yeah, that worked. *There*! You’re free now old man. Just take a moment. Breath in… breath out. Can you do that with me?”

“Breath in,” Space Ghost repeats with an inhale. “And breath out,” he says and lets it all go in a big exhale.

“Do it again,” Baker Bloch says to his father.

Space Ghost repeats what he did before twice. “There, I think I’m alright Son. That was a close one! I almost saw your mother inside, meeting me at the Golden Gates.”

“Well you’re okay now. It will be some time before you join mom up there.”

“Not that long. What if you were offworld doing something that took your user away from the computer? I could have easily died! Anyone else here in this town now? Noone heard my calls for help.”

“We come in as we’re needed,” Baker answers. “Everyone is still here, they just pop in and out. Which brings us to my next question. What are *you* doing here? I haven’t seen you in ages!”

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“I’m visiting you, you old fart,” his father answers. “Where’s that girl of yours? The other Baker. Baker Blood. No, that’s not it.” He shakes his head, trying to remember. Baker Bloch helps him out.

“Blinker. Baker Blinker. And she’s not my girl. I don’t have a girl. I don’t even have a you know what. I get that from your side.”

“Oh, that’s not what *I* heard,” Space Ghost insinuates back. “That’s why I’m here. I figured it was that other Baker you might have knocked up.”

“No, we’re not a couple, Dad,” Baker Bloch reinforces. “Where did you hear this?”

Night was falling on the Rubi Woods and mainland Second Life as a whole. There was a sudden chill in the air.

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“Let’s get you up to Home Orange for some hot beverages. Come along; just follow me. You were going the wrong way up the hill to get there, by the way.”

“Shut up and take me home.”

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“You had to go up the road. Remember the road? Remember the cannon? Cannon Road?”

“Not really.”

They reached the cannon at the other end of Cannon Road.

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“Oh yeah, that old thing,” Space Ghost uttered as they came upon it. “I remember I had to blast aliens with it during the 7 Year Spending Spree War. Damn House of Lemons. Damn that child of theirs. All that trouble over a little kid.”

“The kid who was locked up in the same place you just got stuck in. Seems to mean something, Dad.”

Space Ghost became thoughtful as well. “You could be right Son. Let’s go inside and I’ll catch you up on where I’ve been. And you can catch me up with your do’ins. How’s that girl of yours? Baker something or another. Not Bloch obviously. That’s your name!”

Baker Bloch suddenly felt great sympathy for his father. “Just through that orange door there, Dad. You remember, right?”

“Home sweet home,” the old man said as he passed through the phantom door.

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August 7, 2016 · 12:37 am

BoB(ylon) Investigations 04

Next up in John Lockfry 02’s BoB(ylon) investigation was a nearby house that he knew his wife had frequented. That feeling again, a tingling even. Not a lot of activity there but some. He sits at the dining room table, wondering if *she* ever ate here, perhaps with that unknown other who he only knows as Wilson.

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Will he even know the identity of this person? Or will it remain hidden from view, like another Wilson did in the 90s sitcom “Home Improvement”.

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A bookcase within the house may provide clues. 9 of the same books appear on its two shelves, with 6 additional ones on the lower shelf. The one that stuck out for John Lockfry 02 among these was a blue book on Quantum Mechanics, which appeared to be the only English language tome of the 6.

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He starts to think he’s dealing with a quantum mystery, which means that the observer affects the observed. But what does that actually mean in terms of BoBylon? Well, in this case it is pretty clear cut, because observer/investigator and observed/investigatee are one. Of course they affect each other!

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This is the 512 that Baker Bloch had his larger of two Jordondip structures erected upon, now up for sale. But the price tag is way too high for the Baker Bloch family to even consider. The plans for the structure might have involved a small gallery, with perhaps at least the beginning of the Bogota series displayed within. But, honestly, I’m starting to think it may be years before I get to that series.

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Then there was another jump in time that JL2 effortlessly bridged in his mind which took him to the grounds of the Vintage Dream Village in Tholtfinger directly north of Jorondip, already mentioned in this earlier post from June.

But JL2 is actually in a small park immediately north of the mall, owned by the same person (Mona Ramona). “Hey, that tree looks like a woman,” he thinks while walking down the park’s main trail.

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Then another tree further down convinced him. These *are* women!

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“Remember the female,” it attempts to convey…

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… echoed by a red lady-tree on the other side. Of course, JL2 is not going to fully listen. That’s been hard wired into him.

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But the molten, hot hot heaty hot sphere of BoBylon was bearing down on him still…

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Carrcassonnee and Chester together inserted a clue behind the mall for John Lockfry 02 to find, as they knew he would. It’s an old beggar named Linda, who has a sign with “blah blah blah” repeated three times. They knew it could act as a trigger in this particular setting. The code within the sign took a moment to kick in…

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… but became activated at the beginning of this bridge on the same property. It was those waterfalls again. Waterfalls. Water falls. He was directly west of the Little Finland cave, existing just on the other side of the terrain wall. He suddenly remembered the intense shower.

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But was it the correct one, the truer and more immediate example with the evil twin? Turns out it wasn’t. But Carrcassonnee and Chester were quite pleased still. They didn’t even think it would get that far.

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August 3, 2016 · 8:24 am

Chat 01

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“Chester a permanent fixture in your gazebo here, Carrcassonnee?”

Carr.:

Yes. He is to remind you of reality. Real Life. The higher fiction.

bb;

The higher fiction. [I] like that, Carrcassonne.

Carr.:

Please. Call me Carr. It will save your fingers.

bb:

Ok Carr. I think you got mad at me one time when I shortened your name like that.

Carr.:

Must have been a bad day[ if so]. Maybe it’s that day I got soap in my eye after that wonderful shower and froze up in the woods, looking for a towel.

bb (nonplussed):

Maybe.

Carr.:

Lisa’s also a fixture. Aren’t you Lisa? Who’s a good girl? (answering herself) *I’m* a good girl. You see, I *am* Lisa. It’s not a ventriloquist act. (pause) But you have questions about Collagesity, about Second Life in general. My Second Lyfe.

bb:

Suppose so, but no new ones probably. Should I give up Collagesity in a week?

Carr. (after a short pause):

I would say yes except the answer is no. You know people visit now, even contribute to the town’s funds. And what are you doing with the funds?

bb:

Well…

Carr.:

You are spending them on something else.

bb:

Well, not really. I think people are contributing to help pay for the land tier. Everyone in Second Life knows it’s a little expensive to own even a 4096 or an 8192. An 8192 is a minimum base for one of my towns now. I’ve gotten it down to that. But on top of that I have a 768 rented from Markland where the Red Umbrella and Norum College are. If that goes — if I don’t pay rent in a week — then it’s all dominos, as the other [land pieces] fall one after another until only one remains.

Carr.:

Yes, one should remain.

bb:

And what of the 10×10 of 100 collages? It’s not even in Collagesity — hasn’t been there for 1/2 a year maybe. And the World of Collages, connecting Collagesity to the outer world of collages, let’s say, hasn’t been there for almost as long. If people visit Collagesity now, they don’t get the whole village. The Art 10×10 *should* be in Collagesity — it’s not really and fully Collagesity without it. And that gallery was very hard earned down through the years unlike, say, the most recent one — Boos — which formed quite quickly.

Carr.:

You’re ultimately wondering where Bogota[ the projected newest collage series] will take root. You’ve speculated BoB — [is it] still named that?

bb:

Yes. I think we should talk of BoB.

Carr.:

I heard you met another avatar for a change last night. Riverpearl?

bb:

Pearl Grey. She very nicely offered me a spot on her gallery wall in Quentin. She and some of her friends get together every so often and celebrate the wasteland. I mean, Mainland.

Carr.:

Waneland. (pause) So that brought up the new challenge… you go. Where’s Hucka D.?

bb:

I don’t know Carrcassonnee. Yes, does Collagesity live for another month or do I just pull the plug?

Carr.:

Getting back to BoB…

Hucka D.:

Hi! I was summoned.

Carr.:

Hi Hucka D.! Nice of you to buzz in.

Hucka D.:

Always with the bee jokes, hehe.

Carr.:

Har har.

bb:

Ho ho?

Carr.:

Back to the subject. Thanks for joining us Hucka.

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Hucka D.:

Baker, could you move this thing further away from me? As Clare Fischer might say: “hovering!”.

bb:

Sure, hold on. So you know of Claire Fisher, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

The musician? Sure.

bb:

I think she’s an artist on the show. Well, in fact I know she’s an artist, because we’re watching it now.

Hucka D.:

I know. (pause) It’s still there.

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bb:

Ok, I moved it over there so it — Chester — can talk to Lisa the Vegetarian, most likely about real life concerns. Isn’t that right, Carrcassonnee?

Carr.:

Isn’t what right? Reality?

Hucka D.:

Thank you. I enjoy spinach.

bb:

Is that relative?

Hucka D.:

Yes, in real life I relish spinach. I hate it down here in this hell hole.

Carr.:

I have a pistachio ice cream fetish up there. Here it just all melts before it gets to my mouth even. What *is* this place you’ve brought us to, Baker Bloch?

bb:

BoBylon?

Hucka D.:

I’m roasting. I’m going to take off these hot wings. (after checking) Well, it seems I can’t. What’s all that Space Ghost stuff doing in my avatar, Baker Bloch? I didn’t know I was part Space Ghost as well!

bb:

You’ve forgotten. *I’ve* forgotten. [8/3/16 note: *both* didn’t realize during the moment that they were looking at Baker Bloch’s outfit profile, not Hucka Doobie’s]

Hucka D.:

Simply roasting. See, my palms are wet. My hair is getting wet.

bb:

Why don’t you just come back when it cools off later tonight.

Hucka D.:

Night, day, what’s the difference here? And you wonder why I don’t show up much any more. Even the White Palace up there in purgatory can get a bit warm. You still hang up there without me?

bb:

No, it was just basically you and me there. Now I have Carrcassonnee to chat with. Down here.

Hucka D:

Ugh. So f’ing hot.

(then Hucka D. did the unthinkable)

Hucka D.:

I hereby declare myself *not* a bee any longer.

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