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January 29, 2019 · 7:50 am

Vortexville

She thought the new thing on the tracks looked like a ballerina but knew it wasn’t. This one was without heart.

“Oh hey guys. Already time for another fairy watch?”

“Don’t touch it, don’t touch it,” they implored.

“Oh I know.”

—–

They didn’t know what to do with him after he just appeared out of nowhere in the heart of Collagesity. Right in the ballerina. He seemed to like popcorn, but kept feeding the little heads attached to his body instead of his own head. He claimed to be from a place called The Great Fracture. On one side: him (he explained). On the other: Nevermind or Nevermore, names which he exchanged freely. Then to the right a person called Hidi or Heidi or Hayden (something) — again when we asked to clarify the spelling it never came. The “direction left” he couldn’t talk about yet. That would remain a “stalwart mystery” as he put it in his tinny, warbling voice.

—–

“I can’t get these dal garn chips open, Bauer. I’m just going to have to bites through the bag.”

“Alright Jethro.”

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January 28, 2019 · 8:51 am

unraveling

“I had to get rid of the doll house, Mssr. Gold. We were getting too close to the truth.”

“That’s all right Mr. Platinum. I know where to find another one.”

—–

Across the room…

“Our view has changed. Our *castle* has changed, Norris.”

“I don’t like it. I don’t like it one *bite*.”

—–

In the other room (the *only* other room now that Murdock’s castle has shrunk)…

… Petunia begins manipulating documents so that the correct reality might return.

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January 27, 2019 · 10:57 am

HF 02

“Hoomer. Hoooomer. It is I. Carrcassonne. Come to take you back. You come back, I come back.”

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January 27, 2019 · 10:03 am

HF

“Sure you don’t want next game, Grandpa?”

“No, Tessa, thank you.” Because he was looking for someone.

Within.

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January 20, 2019 · 11:37 am

one way

“2:01, Mabel. Who do you think will come through today?”

“We can only hope,” replied Tessa’s likewise observing Martian friend, bracing for the “norm”.

“Bloody fairy,” uttered Tessa disgustedly, spotting the wings first. “Put her across the tracks with the rest. I don’t even want to speak with this one.”

“Me neither,” echoed Mabel, still not over the incessant babbling of the impossibly exuberant Bubbles.

She points for the confused newcomer.


Joining her brethren.

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January 20, 2019 · 9:47 am

B.

Ahh. Theere she iss, crossleggedd in the middlle of thee roadd. Just liike Bakker said shee would bee. At Bbb.

Affectt the locall languagge againn, Ruby Fantasie thought. “Are you alright child?”

The girl indicated the house on the other side of the road.

Ahhh, Sam *Bee*, she. And soo thiss must bee Tessaa (!) “Don’t you worry, child,” she then comforted. “I’ll handle the man.”

The girl nodded in understanding (she had witnessed the appearance of these tiny cars several times before; knew what they meant) and Ruby Fantasie continued down the road, already beginning to plot some lessons for her black magick practicing friend. She knew he saw her too.

 

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January 12, 2019 · 9:55 am

nexus

So after finding her Grandpa had turned fully platinum from gold, Tessa ran screaming through the north gate of North Yd and into the cave without even thinking, destined to be trapped perhaps forever inside its seemingly endless passages.

Until Baker Bloch and (Ruby) Fantasie showed up.

“Hi.”

But Tessa couldn’t see or hear them yet. All she noticed was a cooler breeze which made her shiver.

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January 11, 2019 · 7:10 am

robots don’t dream

She was having that nightmare about blood spilling out an elevator.

Later, she really wanted to eat that piece of chocolate raspberry cake but didn’t have the stomach.

“You can have it Tess.”

“I ain’t hungry neither this morning, Mabel. Mud again,” she summarized her own nightmare.

It was all Robert’s.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” he cried while reaching.

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January 10, 2019 · 7:36 am

the fruity one

“128, 128, Mr. Baker. I had to come out and talk to the tree.”

“Really, Ruby Fantasie?”

“*Noooo.*” But: yes, Ruby Fantasie had to come out to get further instructions from the tree. At the centre of the sim (Fruity Islands). She wasn’t going to let Baker know that, however. She splits in two.

“Let’s go back inside now,” she ordered after receiving.

—–

“Come on, come on, hurry it up.”

In a poof of pollen the vines part!

—–

“A choice here, Mr. Baker. I’ll let you choose.” For that is what the Ruby Tree told Fantasie to do.

Baker walks left.

——

“This pool is where we came in from the waterfall. Those torches over there mark the entrance. We’ll never be able to dry out today. Good thing it’s so hot; but not down here.” She sneezes. “Catching a cold, I believe.”

“Just beyond that bend behind the fruit bats, Fantasie,” Baker declared while pointing ahead, obviously in The Trance now. He doesn’t shiver atall.

—–

Inhabitants! thought Fantasie. Dear, lordy me. I’ve never seen *this* before. The tree was right!


Tessa.

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January 7, 2019 · 8:02 am

rat tales

Dr. Brown knew a thing or two about sniffing out mysteries. He’d been doing so most of his life, especially a particular one involving the Cult of the Three Suns. Clues had been flying in from all directions recently. And now another had fallen in his lap: a pregnant Pat or Patrick Starr, connected with *North Yd* of all places (pronounced like “North Wide” just so you’ll know). Tilers, he thought from his secret underground lair, far far away (spatially and temporally) from the simpletons at Eotia Village. Squid people. Opposite sides of the circle, one dead and stuffed, the other living and breathing and… preaching. Vicious cycle — no, not vicious — *natural*, a comes around, goes around sort of idea. But now he had to find Tessa. She was the key.

Less than a half year ago; North Yd:

“The tile here indicates safety, however,” her grandpa reinforced. “Safe to split up, then. You examine the buildings that way,” — Grandpa Gold points behind Tessa — “and I’ll work my way around from this end — counterclockwise — until we meet up somewhere in the middle. Is that okay?”

—–

—–

I could spend the rest of my life staring at these walls and learning nothing else. I can’t believe all of the months from my past I did so. Nascera, he thought bitterly. Turns out nothing’s here. Nothing atall.

Even Reginald appears to be gone.

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