Sunrise. June 16, 2018. Indigo returns to the trailer confident that the walking tree can be reasoned with. “Just polished off chapter 13,” she declared to her yawning sister. “‘Unch.'”
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At 209/168 in the woods this afternoon, Little Boris Spaskey heard its family of owls for the first time.
Billy, Jean, and kid.
“4-2-0, 4-2-0, 4-2-0,” they hooted in staccato manner.
At 192/169, he comes across Bobby’s Grave.
Briggs the Raven attempts to share another secret.
175/168: a creaky, swinging sign (“Cooper”).
And just behind the tree it seems to hang from, at 168/168…
… Boris finds a body in a sack facing the other way.
“Hello,” he calls to it. “Anybody in there?”
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Information
“Turns out Unch and The Librarian might be one and the same. Keat Owens The Librarian is, underneath it all, what’s called a giant besalisk, a 4 handed version. It’s the involved salamander lineage that doesn’t allow him to be burned, thus the perfect nemesis for firestarter Jerome T. Newton, who we also know now is another version of Wheeler. The ash grey marble hands were a prop.”
“This just gets stranger and stranger,” returns Old Mabel. “The Woods are too peculiar. They could easily drive one mad with their continual twisty-turny ways.”
“Yes,” states Baker, also noticing that Old Mabel didn’t mention anything about moving *away* from said woods. She was engaged for certain.
“I want to know everything about The Diagonal,” she then said.
—–
“Here, let me just clear off some of these beer cans. And: voila.”
“How long did you say you’ve had this?” asked Baker Bloch.
“It came with the place,” clarified Furry Karl the bartender. “Let’s see, that would be 2005. Old Kringles.” He chuckled, thinking of the good demon he bought the bar from while it was still over in Rubi. “Quite the character. Wore a cow bell around his neck at all times.”
“This must be from the original village. But I thought it was destroyed.”
“Nope,” states Karl plainly. “There it is. You can see it with your dead peepers right in front of you.”
“Could be a copy, a duplicate,” speculated Baker.
“Well, could a copy do *this*?” Karl touches the object and produces a shower of shamrocks.
“Maybe,” says Baker.
“No, this is the sign. *The* sign. The one turned over and thrown aside during the ’68 robolution. A turning point in our history and time.”
“You said robolution there, Furry Karl. Did you mean revolution?”
“It was what it was.”
—–
Old Mabel dug deeper into the mystery of the belalisk at the town library. Journal 2 contained some information, but she was determined to find more. A particular pattern in another part of the book also caught her attention this night of playing “stay awake as long as possible to avoid dreaming”. The book just fell open at the page while she was trying to push it away from her to lay her head on the table. A yawn quickly turned into a gasp. “The portal in my dreams?”
But it was too late. Already sound asleep, the monsters arrived quickly.
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Of the Irish
Wanda the Lower Minoan approached perhaps the only one who knew what really happened to the village on March 17th, 1968, the day the trees began to die.
And he has a familiar face.
“I like your sandals,” says Wanda in a different dream.
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Dreams Again
But dream she did. Old Mabel dreamt of a *second* village named Lucky, even closer to Unch than the destroyed original. In fact, the beltway of the town now ran through the very center of the walking tree.
Also different was the presence of giant letters spelling “LUCKY,” hogging up space in the village green. Old Mabel had the idea that Unch was behind their placement, and that the townspeople ultimately came to loathe them. Another change was the addition of a finer house on the northern end of town, the only structure lying outside its beltway. Old Mabel understood that a doll lived there. *She* lived there (as a privileged being), although she couldn’t understand how.
Old Mabel then knew this supposed second Lucky was actually the first, constructed during happier times when tree and village were still in harmony. But the seeds of dissent had already been sewn. Dollhouse.
Looking up into Unch.
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Swinging but not driving…
A sunset swing helps Old Mabel prepare for another potential rough night of dreaming.
At the appropriate moment, she slides off and looks for Unch. The sun had just disappeared under the horizon.
“Can’t quite spot him from here if he’s there,” she says to herself in a low voice. “Or her,” she tacks on dutifully. Seven o’clock: time to meet Baker Bloch at the Joker’s Wild. Much to talk about!
—–
“Hmm,” Baker Bloch says, landing just north of the mall while attempting to teleport directly inside. “Old Mabel clearly said this graffiti read: Soos.”
—–
“You’ve dreamed about Chesterton the Librarian before haven’t you?”
“On a number of occasions,” answers Old Mabel, She swirls her lemonade around in its glass. “Night before, he was in a corner of my living room loudly munching on some delicious puffed cornmeal product.”
“In the Small House or Big House?”
“I’ve started to call them Old House and Big House. Because one was born 5 minutes after the other.”
“Ahh,” Baker responds, understanding this is a reference to her, Old Mabel, and her slightly younger twin brother Little Big. Nothing to do with the actual history of the houses in all likelihood.
“But it was Old House. That was the dream I talked to Spongebill Triangleslacks, Snowbob’s great uncle. Did you know he called him grunkle instead of great uncle? Another bleedthrough from that show.”
“Which we need to talk about in some detail, Old Mabel,” Baker says from his stool. “Map the comparisons out. But whether you believe me or not, the concept of The Bill predates finding out about the show. I didn’t make the link until early November, I believe, when, um, I retrieved that diary out of the library for Wheeler. Number 3,” he clarified. “The original find.”
“Just like Dipper first found the 3rd diary in, er, his *own* show. Not *inside* a tree, but the mechanism triggering the release of the trap door in the ground is found in the tree. It’s metal in the show. I don’t think Unch is made of metal.”
Baker pondered what Old Mabel had implied. “Unch is the source of the diary — I suppose that could make sense.”
“Maybe all 3 diaries which are actually one conglomerate work,” Old Mabel adds. “Three-in-one.”
—-
Meanwhile, Unch tries to listen in from the the woods but can’t quite spot them.
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Mabel’s Continuing Adventures
Mabel begins to explore the triangular passageway within the Heterocera Atoll’s Great Wall mentioned recently in the “Old Mabel’s Plans” post. She’ll report later on her finds, if needed.
She came across this more interesting “community” of houses next to the wall about 2/3rds the way toward its other end in Athetis…
… and caught her first glimpse of the likewise famed, Linden based Second Life Railroad (SLRR) making up its western limit.
The unnamed community, Great Wall in back and SLRR just off camera in the front.
Returning home, Old Mabel discovers this tub with running water hidden in a small grove of flowering plumeria tucked in a walled corner on its eastern side. This would represent her last important landscaping find on the property.
She relaxes in the wooden gazebo next to the woods.
She attempts to play a game of roshambo (rock, paper, scissors, once more) with one of two nearby hummingbirds but of course the bird can’t respond.
Or can it? Because immediately after this, a *3rd* hummingbird manifests just down the cliff from her, in Rubi this time. At first, in its place — briefly — appeared to be a filled, upright burlap sack, but Old Mabel thought this could be the darkness playing tricks with her eyes (it wasn’t).
Old Mabel follows the flight of the bird until it stops and hovers at a particular spot about 50 meters away from her. She later learned this position is in the middle of a place called “Meeting Flat”, a name dating from Lemony antiquity.
The hummingbird then turns into *Unch*. How exciting for Old Mabel! Unch is obviously attempting to communicate with her. After standing in the middle of Meeting Flat about 10 seconds more, the tree then walks directly west (over Dead Dog Hump) to its rightful place in the woods at 168/168.
Unch strutting over Dead Dog Hump (dead center).
Unch at home base (right center).
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Old Mabel’s Plans
Old Mabel finally spots Unch at position 168/168 in the woods, but keeps her distance for now.
Using remote viewing, she dares to take a few close up shots. Amazing how the foliage of Unch and that neighboring brown cypress are so intertwined, Old Mabel thinks. They must be kindred souls.
Now that Spongebub, Snowmanster, and son Snowbob have left the scene, she’s becoming more and more attracted to their former home. Both Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker are encouraging Old Mabel to stay there if she wishes, but warn that she’ll basically have to take the place and its dated ways as is, since no objects can be rezzed on the property or dragged in from town. The advantages for Old Mabel are obvious, however. There’s, of course, the proximity to Collagesity in both a southern and eastern direction…
… then there’s the forest directly to the west.
Tonight she finds she can even just spot Unch from this perch at the parcel’s southwest corner. How exciting! she thinks.
The southern end of the Great Wall lies just north. Old Mabel wishes to explore its secret triangular passages mapped out by Baker Bloch a number of years ago.
And Carrcassonee in her Temple of TILE is next door as well. That’s another project Old Mabel wants to tackle: how to reopen decent communication lines with the town’s former chief deity.
She sits at what could be her writing and planning desk, wondering what to do with it. I’m sure she’ll come up with something.
Upstairs: the “closet” Snowmanster emerged from 2 days back.
Yes this could do very nicely, she thinks. Very nicely indeed.
“Oh my Goodness!” she says, looking at the time.
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Dreams
Old Mabel had that dream last night again about being the “conductor” of a tiny, rain soaked village in a one tree forest.
The tree was having the same dream at the same time.
Both end with the tree smashing the village to bits.
The real forest.
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Unch
There are many magical things about the Rubi Woods I’ve yet to write about in this blog, most of which were left out of Furry Karl’s gothic slanted, best selling book (“Blood Curdling Tells of the Forest”). Some of the more interesting ones pivot around the existence of a deciduous tree of different species than all others in the forest, never seen during daylight hours but which can be found on at least certain nights firmly rooted in the ground at coordinates 168, 168. It is known in these legends by a number of names, mostly commonly “The Unchoppable” or “Unchoppable”. Other appellations include “The Missing Piece”, “The 200th”, “The Walking Tree”, or simply “The Forest Tree” or “The Tree”. Variations of the tale have it hovering at the triple coordinate 168, 168, 168 during the day (in visible or invisible guise), and then descending to the ground directly below after sunset, often staying at that particular spot until sunrise the next day but also able to move about the forest at will if needed.
The Unchoppable at 168, 168, 168 (dramatization).
The Unchoppable on the forest floor directly below just before sunrise.
In truth, Unch, as the special tree prefers to be called, has been monitoring the progress of Collagesity from its 168, 168, 168 vantage point since the beginning. Seeing many different kinds of avatars now milling about the place, she decided it was time to reveal herself.
Just after midnight on February 4th, 2016, Unch walks out of the forest and down Cannon Street, heading toward the town deity’s gazebo for introductions.
As Carrcassonnee was sound asleep, Unch had to rustle its leaves quite a number of times to rouse her.
“Oh. Hello!”
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Sunklands 