The 12 prim “elegant tree” outside thrashed about like it was a storm all the time. He guessed he could get use to it. He contemplated again asking Baker Bloch to turn the building with his new apartment around, having it face east instead of west, over the similarly new Temple Aisle we’ll call it for now. The one controlled by Wheeler, along with her developing bar next door, just north of this building as the temple is directly east. Fascinating recent developments happening in town, he admitted. He’d moved (copied) most of his Cass City apartment decorations back over to here since nothing seemed to be going on in that Maebaleia continent city, however interesting the layout of the full sim burg remains to him, He was head of the city council over there and he’s probably the same over here on the Jeogeot continent in Aisle of Palms. He served as the same in Kangerootown, actually. Like many in our family of avatars, he gets around, serves useful purposes in a lot of places.
He gets up and stares through the far window of the room at the ghost in the cemetery the thrashy tree is positioned above, an old pirate he gathers. He wonders which one? Bluebird, he guesses solely because of the blue-ish glow about the apparition.
He remembers Wheeler asked him to bring some bar stools over to her developing establishment next door. Unable to concentrate on his letter to an old friend, he decides to head over and see how she’s doing — saw the green dot that represents her presence still lingering over there. He’ll check his inventory when he’s able to eyeball the situation but he’s sure he can help her out.
Thing is about this building is you have to make sure you close the doors behind you or they remain open — they don’t automatically close like most in Our Second Lyfe. And there are so many of them here. Newt dreads getting the 1st heating bill because he’s kind of an absentminded fellow, lost in deep thought most of the time. He’s left them open more than he remembers to shut. If only Wheeler was *here*, in this 2 room apartment with him, to help out instead of being over at the Blue Feather all the time. At least that’s where he thinks she is — another thing to ask her, actually. On his way…
… but not before staring out the hallway window toward the ocean, glittery in the moonlight. Okay, maybe he won’t ask Baker to turn the building around.
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“4 enough, Wheeler?”
“Yes but we’ll have to turn them around of course.”
“Oh, ahem. Sure.”
“And you’re sitting on some eggs I left over there in a frying pan. May want to clean yourself up afterwards.”
“Ahh, ha ha. I see.” Might as well have been on his face.
(to be continued)
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