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Floyd*d*, 01 September 22, 2010

Filed under: Hucka D.,Sapphire,Torsit,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 7:50 am

Going to attempt to give the “spirits” a break tonight and just talk as baker b., to “myself”. We’ll see how far I can take it.

Hucka D.:

Hi.

bb:

Darnit!

Hucka D.:

Yes. Well hellow to you too.

Sapphire:

Hi.

Torsit:

Hello.

bb:

Torsit?

Hucka D.:

From behind enemy lines. Don’t turn your back on him!

bb:

That doesn’t make…

Torsit:

Hellu. Welcome me into your kitchen.

bb:

OK, you’re welcome.

Torsit:

Knife?

Hucka D.:

*No*, Torsit. No knives. We discussed this.

Torsit:

Torsit sorry.

Sapphire:

So what are you up to tonight, baker Beach?

bb:

I was just sloshing around Slosser a bit.

Hucka D.:

We better move pretty far away from the kitchen.

bb:

We’re not… never mind. OK, we’re far away, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Thank Dog.

Sapphire:

It’s The Moon. Sapphire Moon.

bb:

I see.

Hucka D.:

Torsit must rest now. He’s going to rehab tomorrow.

bb:

Does he have a drinking problem? I don’t know why I keep asking these things.

Hucka D.:

Killing problem. Mainly ants but sometimes larger. Like…

bb:

People?

Hucka D.:

Not often. Just keep the kitchens far away.

bb:

Oh we have, Hucka D. We’re far, far away now. But anyways he’s gone. Right?

Torsit:

Right.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Gone.

Sapphire:

Moon.

bb:

Anything else?

Hucka D.:

Not really. Did you move House Greenup to Otaki Gorge? I know you did. Is it still there? As of 5 minutes ago?

bb:

Yes, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Bracket wishes to have a copy of Floydada to read while he’s in exile. He hasn’t even left that island since you put him on it night before last.

Torsit:

Torsit will visit. Torsit will visit Bracket. Give him book. Floydodo.

Hucka D. (correcting):

Floydada.

bb:

But not Floydadada, Torsit. That came later.

Hucka D.:

Lies. Fabrics and lies.

Torsit:

Torsit wishes to read too.

bb:

Torsit, I thought you had a big day tomorrow.

Hucka D.:

He just wants to kill Bracket because he can get away with it, because he’s all alone on that island in the middle of nowhere. But then *we’ll* know, Torsit.

Torsit:

Torsit is bad to bone. Torsit will educate herself. Read.

bb:

You don’t look much like a woman, Torsit.

Hucka D.:

He’s neither. And both. And I think it’s a good idea that she reads Floy*dodo*. We can do that, can’t we baker b.

bb:

Um, yes. But not Floydada. (quickly) Or Floydadada.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Like I said before, Floy*dodo*.

Torsit (repeating):

Floydodo. Yes. Read. Floydodo. After Bracket reads, though. I will watch him read. I will not kill; I will be silent. Then I will kindly take the book from him and read it myself and then return here. To the kitchens.

Hucka D.:

Give him the book, baker b.

bb:

How?

Hucka D.:

Just email it to him — how do I know?

bb( to Torsit):

Torsit, did you just get the book I sent to you? In the email? Through, er, my head?

Torsit:

Torsit check. (pause) Torsit not find in own mind. Can you resend?

Hucka D.:

Nevermind, here’s a hardcopy. (Hucka D. hands Torsit a hardcopy of Floydodo found in handy kitchen cabinet.)

bb:

I’m afraid to ask where…

Hucka D. (to baker b.):

You wanna know what’s in it, don’t you?

bb:

Curious, admittedly. It’s a handsomely bound book. Green marbling. Much better than Floyd… the other book we talked about.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you open it up and read the first page. You don’t mind Torsit, do you?

Torsit (handing book to bb):

No. If I can get back in time for tomorrow.

(baker b. takes book and opens it to the first page. Floydodo. Handsome lettering. Victorian. He turns the page and reads the first sentence of Chapter 1: “Going to attempt to give the ‘spirits’ a break tonight and just talk as baker b., to ‘myself'”.)

Hucka D.:

Bye!

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