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X marks

PIPERSVILLE (CHIP SHOT) and SINK X

MIDDLE GAME.

LONG DRIVE.

“It’s the only X the Linden roads make on Maebaleia,” I speak to my avatar who stands beside this very crossroads. Or at least a rendition thereof.

“Satori,” he calls up in a small voice.

“Right,” I boom down. “What I said. Anyway, it’s between the two X’s we’re calling Middle Game and Long Drive. These 2 smaller X’s…”

“Smaller,” echoes Baker Bloch down below.

“Yes,” I say in a bigger way. “They must be part of one larger X, then. Logical?” I query.

There was a pause. “What about Sink X?” he says in such a small voice that I didn’t hear him at first. He was looking in the distance.

“What’s that?” I boom down.

“Sink X!” he pipes up. “Pipersville! Chip Shot!!”

—–

“I was sitting right over there on that bench, Baker Bloch — my Gaseous Bench — when the (Tarsus) attack began. Poor Tealy.”

“But… he’s still alive,” a puzzled Baker responds, seeing the colorful raccoon just this morning.

“Oh yes. I rebuilt him. Just a mechanoid, see. Not a real raccoon. Hence the color, silly.”

“Good. I’m glad he’s still alive. But I was thinking…”

“Karoz?” Tillie guessed. Both were contemplating the common teal color now. Or blue-green. “That would make me…”

“The Other Baker, yes. The female.”

“But I’m…”

“I know who you are.” Pause. “Now.”

“Well.” She threw up her hands. “It’s a mystery, then. Another one.”

Baker emits air (as well?). “We better speak about Chip Shot; and Middle Game; Long Drive,” he finished, further away from the beginning of this sentence than ever.

“Pretty easy. Chip shot, even. Sink X is a green that’s also a sand dune or bunker. Paradox. Two opposite things in one. Two *bordering* things, but getting on the green, especially with a long drive, is good, while hitting a sand bunker…”

“Bad,” completes Baker Bloch. “Two neighboring opposites combining into one.”

“And Chip Shot just a chip away from either. Perched on the lip.”

“Chip Shot… Pipersville’s original name?”

“A variant, historical name,” Tillie offers, coming into synch with her fellow core avatar. Another 2n1.

—–

“What next? Will you leave Rubisea now, Tillie? You and Tealy? Perhaps go on a journey to find seed in Grasslands which is Toppsity? Passing Golden Sink on the way? Where it all ends according to both me (as Pitch) and, let’s see, I think it was Dave. Firesign’s Dave.”

“David Ossman,” Tillie recites. “Archer.”

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satellite

They were back in Maebaleia/Satori after a quick sidetrip to Hana Lei Hidiland. Tillie was sitting in the… catbird seat. She had supreme control now, white arms, right and the other one, covered and protected once more. Notebook remains undamaged. Bumbling Baker Bloch and his bike were positioned a safer distance away this time. “Well…?”

“Do you like my white forest, Baker Bloch?” she called across the distance. “I like to keep trophies.”

“Conquests.”

“Yes. You need me, I need you. Come here,” she beckoned. “Come closer. The computer is not a problem any longer. Forget about it. Come here.”

Baker Bloch edged closer, his bike with him.

“Closer,” she still requested.

Biking Baker complied.

“Ahem, too close.”

“Right. Sorry.” The white distance was finally assumed.

“We need to talk.”

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one third

“So. We finally meet in this novel. The 2 core avatars.”

“But… you’re…”

“I know who I am, Baker Bloch. Sit down. Let’s cuddle.”

“We don’t do that.”

“Right. Quite white, er, right.” Tillie continued to rub lotion onto her colorful arms.

“Well…?” Baker finally asked. The male Baker.

Tillie sighed. “I guess we’ll have to classify this place as another one of those Hana Leis. But that will bring, let’s see — be a love, dear, hand me my notebook out of my bag.” She glances over, sees the bike wheel parked atop the bag. “Oh dear, love, I hope it isn’t damaged in any way.”

“Sorry about that.” Baker backs the bike up and gets off, reaches down into the bag for the requested computer, looks it over. “Seems to be okay.” He hands it to Tillie, who powers it up.

“Yes. You’re lucky this time. But what I wanted to check was the frequency of the ‘H’ locations.” Light flickers across her pancake face. “Ah yes, you see if we classify this as another one of those Hana Leis, that will bring the total to 19, beyond the 17 for Heartsdale and 15 for Horizons in the 3H Club. Maybe add a 4th, then.” She slides the notebook back into the bag, props herself up with her hands. “Hidiland,” she decides. “That’s it. What do you think?”

“How about just Grasslands,” he returns. “Ahh, a bee!”

“No, it has to be the 4th of the ‘H’s, like the Club.”

“4H Club.” His arms flail again. “Dad gum bee.”

“Yes. Head, Hand, Health,” she recites. “Always forget the 4th.”

“You know what the 4th is.” The bee had subsided the attack.

She giggles, then puts her finger against her turned cheek, causing a temporary dimple. “Meee?” The smile continued.

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connection

“I don’t think the creature was a possum,” Gabby modified later in after-vision shocks. “Nor was it a cat named Peepee. Something else. Something in our future.”

“Go on,” urged Brother Amos, back to gathering as if his life depended on it. Because it did.

“I’m seeing… I’m seeing…” He briefly pulled up from his own gathering position. “*Seed*.”

—–

“Tillie, we’re out of seed. Time to call Grasslands again.”

“Okay,” the 4 colored clown replies from the garden. “I’ll ring them up as soon as I finish weeding this row.” As if my life depended on it, she then thought. Strange — why did I think that?

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born seekers

When Tillie was feeling a little gaseous (which was fairly often), she’d sometimes go down to this bench by the water’s edge so as not to bother Tealy, who was always hard at work around the cottage doing house chores, gardening, and not what. Tillie was lazier by nature, a dreamer. She’d see things in the Rubisea water. Nymphs sometimes. Fish — but that was just because there were fish in the lake. Then a sea monster one time, but she was on some weird kind of dope. She said it was for her stomach, but really it fell under recreational usage. She’d taken the same stuff 4 times now, and decided to stop when the water and the accompanying feeder stream (now just a waterfall, where in past times it was a full stream) turned blood red. Tasted like blood too after she dared to dab a tiny bit on her tongue. Rubisea — the name comes from ruby, like the ruby color of blood. Nasty Branch was the name of the feeder stream. She’d merely revealed the past behind the present through the drug. But no more.

She was feeling better now. She would return to the house and help Tealy with whatever he was doing at the moment. They were a team, but sometimes Tillie had to do her own thing for a while, drugs included. Tealy had never taken drugs, but he drank like a drunken sailor. So they each had their vices. Oh, and Tealy flew airplanes. He was an ace of the First World-Wide Web War (WWWWI).

“Hand me that (hand) spade please, Tillie,” a drunken Tealy requested to his partner after she reentered their home. “I have a feeling that diamond is there for the taking today.” Oh, and he was a prospector of sorts. Or at least for one particular mineral, a gem he’d personally named Jim. “Gotta go dig for Jim,” he might say randomly during any period of intoxication. “Jim’s beckoning me today; I can feel it in my heart.” He even started a Jim Club composed only of himself, but, formerly, Tillie. For she admitted — probably when she was on some kind of dope, because she would never be so insensitive straight — that Jim was imaginary, and represented his own, lost soul. Member no more.


Drinking beer and digging for Jim out behind the garden.

(to be continued?)

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seeds

They both wanted a role, and they were a natural pair. Reintroducing to the reader or readers: Tealy and Tillie. Combined: TILY.

They lived here:

—–

“Perfect day isn’t it Tillie.”

“It always is Tealy.”

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another center

Baker Bloch kept pushing the uniqueness of the new town.

“It’s obvious that in several ways, 7 Stones is actually a stand in for the Fal Mouth Moon, the largest gallery in town and the one with the most collages. By a little over Gallery Jack.”

” I would agree,” Karoz opined, “from what you’ve told me.”

“Whitehead Crossing collages at the top,” illuminated Baker Blinker.

“And, most of all, *7* stories to the structure, working up from the basement. Like the 7 stacked stones.”

Karoz stared over at the male Baker, the one he’s not married to. “How long you gonna keep up the Woody appearance?”

“I’m just winging it,” he returns. “Similar to Wheeler.”

“Who’s — Jennifer still?”

“Kind of, I suppose. You should think about shape shifting, Karoz. It’s a lot of fun. It’s a little disorienting to your friends, but they just have to get use to it.”

“I’ll think about it,” the blue-green being replies crisply.

Baker Blinker lays a hand on his knee. “I may get to play a new role, Karoz. I forgot to tell you in all the moving excitement.”

Karoz turned. “Really?” He couldn’t quite hide the negative in his voice.

“Yes, a short, dumpy clown named Tillie. Like TILE.”

“Show me,” he requested.

“Alright.” She looked at Baker Bloch. “Is this okay Other Baker? Not too soon, is it?”

“Of course not.”

She shifts.

Karoz stares at her then looks away. “Well. I can certainly see the whites of your eyes.”

They argued about the Tillie character that afternoon, Baker Blinker’s sticking point being the unyielding, stick-in-the-mud approach to life in general of her 1/2 moss, 1/2 mist husband. A decision on whether to move to 7 Stones from Chilbo and live in the Julia House perched on top of Waterfall #1 would have to wait.

And she so so wants to play that role.

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Orient.

“Well, that was interesting (*burp*). Any more editions of this magazine, Librarian Bean?”

—–

“We call her Gassy.”

“You mean Grassy,” the male Baker responded to the female Baker, who just rode into town. Collagesitytown.

“No. Gassy is different. Tillie I think her actual name is. *That’s* the one I want to play. That’s the one I want to start with. If Karl isn’t available.”

“Lemme check.” Baker Bloch opens the Big Book of Avatars in front of him. “I have perhaps as much as 50 percent assigned to myself.”

“Of course.”

“And Wheeler has another big chunk. Perhaps 25 percent.”

“Yep.”

He keeps flipping. “That leaves 25 percent to divide up with the rest of the, let’s see, 8 remaining core avatars.”

Baker Blinker counts them off on her 10 fingers. “You, me, Hucka, Karoz, Tropp, Wheeler — or Treelor I suppose, Grassy — *not* Gassy again (smile), then Spongeberg the Destroyer, then Roger Pine Ridge, then, let’s see, Lockfry. How many is that?”

“Counting them in my head now (pause): that’s it (!)” He gently shuts the dusty tome, looks out at the Rubi Woods, then back. “Well, just think about it. I’m so happy you and Karoz have found a way to work yourselves back into the ever evolving Collagesity storylines.” He looks her over; notes the differences from before. “Partial assimilation, eh?”

Baker Blinker nods. “It is. We may yet be able to return Collagesity to its glorious past — defeat Wheeler at her own game.”

“Wrestling?”

“Maybe even tennis.”

“Polo.”

“Marco.”

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movement

The TILE Clown waited patiently in the last remaining bit of Mystenopolis for the return of Spongeberg the Destroyer.

But, really, there was no one left here.

Tillie had gone to the wrong location.

Spongeberg now lives in the woods.

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