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“Mossmans??”

“Mossms,” Wheeler Wilson replied. “They’re adorable. And I think they might grow larger. I have some furniture for them if they do. Right now they’re limited to the toys.”

“And how many prims is all this costing Collagesity?”

“First off, you just deleted the Julia House from Artist Alley. 51 prims saved there.”

“How much?” Baker Bloch insisted.

“Not too much. 8 apiece for the creatures — Kacey and Kuddles I believe — and then 10 for the toys, which includes a play box, a small computer and a bottle of some sort they like to get stuck in. It’s *Mossms* for Christ sake: free. I *had* to buy them. And I seem to be the one running around looking for new sets these days. Like Lapara — even though I didn’t find anything there.”

“Alright,” acquiesced the male Baker, co-ruler of Collagesity along with Wheeler. Baker Blinker remains in the background. “But keep them confined to the pond.”

“They’ll live at the pond,” agreed Wheeler, who already had more plans for future buys. A whole fairy village she is planning. A sity within a sity. Might be cool.

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Clareville

Center of Lapara, Hidi thought after teleporting in.

Karon must be…up there?

But Wheeler said she didn’t find anything here in a scan last night. Only the hq for the whole town seemed promising for more storytelling. So…

She lays on the Some Bunny Loves You Beanbag and thinks of Sozzy Bozo and how he screwed things up oh so royally with Cher and Chan and how he’s paying for it now in the afterlife. Clowned he was. Just like I should be. Didn’t Baker Blinker recently say she wanted to be a clown, a short, dumpy one? Maybe that’s the bill. Not ordinary. Not Smoky Ordinary. The Dump. And, add to that: Gassy.

A gaseous mud volcano

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“Oops! Holding hands again. You have to watch that.”

“Sorry. Accidental.”

“So how do you like it? Great view down Old Cannon Road into the woods. You can probably watch Baker Blinker’s comings and goings. Make sure she’s not cheating on you, hehe.”

“She wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t she?” You are, she thought to herself. 1/2 and 1/2.

“I like the apartment just fine.”

“Why — can’t you and Baker Blinker just live together. What’s this thing about the 2 separate places?”

“You know why.”

“I really don’t,” spoke Wheeler. “You had your one shining moment together. You should be happy now. Don’t mantis’ just make love once a year anyways? Aren’t you part mantis?” she teased again.

“You know I’m not.”

“Karoz, though. That’s Zorak backwards. And Zorak is a mantis. Space Ghost’s sidekick. That’s Baker Bloch’s father.”

“I know who Space Ghost is.”

“Where *is* Space Ghost? Oh, I guess I should be asking Baker Bloch that question. But *your* father. What’s all this b.s. about being Gene Fade’s son? Gene Fade doesn’t exist. Does he?” Wheeler was becoming curious again; doubts about his nonexistence creeping in once more. Karoz *was* here. He *could* be part moss. Probably more likely than being part mantis. And his mother — she must get more of the story about his mother. Both of ’em.

—–

They stare into the post into the post into the post…

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Gene Fade’s Mountain Revisited

“Then we rounded the corner and, lo and behold, downtown Notherton was still there (!). Right below us. Gene Fade was so excited.”

“Because, um, Gene Fade was there — with you.”

“Right. And then the 5 sided mall (!!). We looked for it and then suddenly it was just looming before us, all dramatic and stuff.

“You can’t see the mall, mind you. It exists in another dimension.”

“Of course it does. Gene Fade’s dimension.”

“Exactly.”

Wheeler went to the next picture.

“And Gene Fade reached Notherton from this road leading back to his home at Jupiter Rock.”

“Jupiter Rock was his home,” Baker reaffirmed. “The town was named after the rock looming above it.”

“Gene Fade’s dimension. A dimensional rock as well.”

“Of course. It had a big red spot on it. More garnet colored, I suppose, but still red and obviously connectable to the same on the planet Jupiter. That’s how it got its name.”

“Not because Gene Fade or his town was from Jupiter. Because that would be ridiculous.”

“I wouldn’t say it would be ridiculous,” Baker countered. He thought about sulking but then changed his mind.

“I do really like the rock art on the posts,” said Wheeler, flipping back to picture 01. “80 posts to conform with the 80 posts you had in your new Sunklands blog at the time of its discovery. And both are still going on — rock posts and blog posts. Both continue. That certainly seems important.” The rest, thought Wheeler to herself: hogwash most likely. There was no Gene Fade. But, she modified, there *could* be Mossmen.

(to be continued)

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hair today…

“Black, white, blue, red, gray. You cannot get rid of me that easily, Baker Bloch. Nor Opp.”

“I know. The alchemy.”

“Yes. I am powerful still. Most powerful. Occident must work with Orient. There is no other way now. Physicality wanes, but mentally we can remain strong, even up to the end. And mental ultimately rules physical. *Creates* physical.”

“What about emotional?” Baker Bloch spoke from his own bench beside the cyan fountain. The Fountain of Morgan Mountain. Or Julia Mountain. Half and half.

“We’ll see about that,” Wheeler answers.

—–

Hucka Doobie was studying collages in Collagesity again and catching up in general. “The Hand of Opp,” she gasps while standing in front of Stonethrow 08.

She examines the corner it makes with 09.

Could I walk into this collage? Hucka ponders while looking at the inviting road. All the way back to Stonethwaite? The road flickers again.

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7:06

“Interesting, Wheeler. Roger summoned a demon while he was here and he she can’t be erased now.”

“Yes.” Wheeler’s attention was instead focused on studying the so-called Dali butterfly ship, which, true to Roger Pine Ridge’s insistence, *wasn’t* a Dali, even though various versions of it show up in a google image search for “Dali + painting”. How did such a hoax become perpetuated? she pondered from her chair in front of the interwebs feed of the apartment.

And why was such a ship recently found by Baker Bloch in Blue Junkyards? From *Rosehaven* of all places.

Baker continued to stare at the demon, rainbow colored like the butterflies making up the sails of the ship. Was he becoming hypnotized?

Then suddenly he realized where it came from, snapping him out of his trance.

It had more to do with Roger’s hit single “Time” than anything else. Its *time* to be precise.

In erasing the demon, Baker saw there were no hands on the apartment’s clock. No time to tell.

Baker turned. “Who will live here now, Wheeler?”

Wheeler understood it could be herself. Roger might have taken her place in Collagesity. Just like that; snap of the fingers. She addresses this possibility to Baker. Both of ’em.

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whisper

Saturday Photos 01

This is a shot of downtown Notherton, a former Mossman hot bed of action and adventure. Now deserted, supposedly. Main Mossman (Mossmain?) Gene Fade has stated he use to work in its metropolitan area in a 5 sided mall managing a cappery.* I believe his store sold the equivalent of our baseball caps, or at least that was the most popular item. He mentioned a game like baseball, but with extra bases and some other different stuff. Have to look all that up from the Baker Blinker Blog again; the game of Whack-Bat from Fantastic Mr. Fox comes to mind. So much to comb through in these blogs now (!).

Notherton is in Frank Park across The Greenway from nearby Mocksity, another important Mossman community.

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And this is the road leading to Gene Fade’s Mountain to the west, where he was born and raised before moving to Notherton. This is the very highway Gene Fade walked all the way from Jupiter Rock to downtown Notherton after a critical argument with his parents about the TILE religion. You see, Gene Fade desired to become a Tilist and his parents disapproved. He went back to Jupiter Rock, but it was never the same for him. He had opened the box to discover the rest of his life.

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“Baseball again, Wheeler. Cappery. Obviously connected to Mmmmmm Grassy Noll’s sighting of Mossman Gene Fade over in Smoky with the big baseball and all. Kind of an interesting sim name, actually.”

“Smokey Ordinary, yes,” spoke Wheeler across from Baker Bloch at the Table. He was still dressed up as guru hobo Turchin McGurchin, counsel to Fair Ruby, friend to the cause of Max, warner of things to come. “Smoky Bottom. Beauty… Lovely. Do we know of the 3d Venus yet? Speaking for the whole.”

“No.” Through sunken hobo eyes, he stared fixedly at her. This could be 3d. This could be 3rd.

“What of Yarn Knob? You — or Turchin McGurchin I suppose — warned of the coming of toys. Does this represent the end of Our Second Lyfe?”

Baker Bloch as Turchin McGurchin looked around. “Apparently not.”

“What next?” Wheeler came back quickly.

Baker stared again. “Who are you?”

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AlmaNoz

“I will come back,” spoke Karoz at the Table again. “But we must start to focus on TILE once more. Occident. I am a high TILE priest after all. And: bite it Wheeler.”

But Wheeler Wilson was still holding and using the cell phone. “I can’t seem to get a hold of Hucka Doobie, Karoz. Could she be… dead?”

“Doubtful. She’s in Gaston. Right?”

“Yes,” Baker Bloch answers for Wheeler.

Wheeler finally gives up on reaching Hucka Doobie for the night; puts away the phone. She crosses her legs and leans toward the blue-green being. “Okay, Karoz. Tell us all about TILE, then.”

—–

Later:

“I’d pretty much say it’s exactly your color,” bee person Hucka Doobie declared to her old friend Karoz at this Treasure Hill representing the heart of the Orient, its apex. Its climax if you will. Hucka Doobie looked around again. “Both Morgan and Julia sides.”

“Then this must be about me. And also Baker Blinker,” spoke the wise cyan guy. “Okay, we’ll return. Obviously mum’s the word about our meeting here.”

Hucka Doobie made a zipping motion over her slightly pollen covered lips.

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heart o’ toys

“Gene??”

—–

“You told me to report back here as soon as I found something.” Famed Mmmmmm Grassy Noll dramatically paused. “I found something.”

“Hold on,” requests Wheeler Wilson. “I’ll phone up Baker Bloch. He said something about a new Junkyard. He should be in on this. You say it’s big?”

“*Big* big,” insists Grassy.

“Hold on, then.”

—–

“Yes, here it is. The post from the old Baker Blinker Blog showing a Mossman. Could be Gene Fade again.”

“It is!” reinforced Grassy Noll.

“But in a somewhat different location of the continent,” adjusted Wheeler Wilson.

“The connection is obvious, though, Wheeler,” Baker Bloch compromised. “*Must* be something to it.”

“Yes!” Grassy piped up again.

“And you say this was right next to Art’s parcel. The same Art that use to live on the edge of Collagesity? The balance to the Blue Feather we sit in right now?”

“That’s right.” Grassy’s wonky eyes were darting about the place even more than usual. He was quite excited, and most likely rightly so.

“I’m going to remove my hat once more so that the reader can take a better look at the 2010 Mossman.”

“I’m going to phone up Hucka Doobie while you’re doing that.”

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Blue J. 02 (there’s something wrong with my friend)

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