Hey to both of my readers,
As you know, I had the Sea Monkey accident, so’s the preparing of the interview place I had in mind got pushed to one side of my mind what wuzn’t doin’ the buildin’.
The point of the interviewing place was to go through an exhausting list o’ questions to help me pin down Madame B.’s direction and activities, sort of thing. Then I could get myself inter the same trail and not be peering about dither and non.
The Landlord built the Interviewing Place (I wuz gonna call it) but I let him run with his ideas, a’course he’s got too many iffn you ask some people. He pulled out one of his fancy French titles, la studio magnifique. My translatin’s not the best, pretty sure it means THE studio magnifique. However, he sez it has the correct amblience fer the intimidate setting of thoughtful questioning.
He doesn’t speak in The French, but I wuz playin’ wit’ the studio lights and didn’t quite capture his wordin’. Then I did, when he offered to mock interview with me.
I thought that prolly I got to make fun of him, but he sort of disabused me of that thinkin’ after we got the interview started and he asked Miss Mari, the Grid Owner, ter join us. And they’s married, y’know, so no funnin’, fer sure.
“We’re just practicizing here?” I started off.
“Indeed” sez the Landlord. (Who sez ‘indeed’ anyway?) “Explain your quest with some useful context, then ask a series of questions designed to tease out details that lead to the discovery of Madame B.’s more recent locations or activity.”
I set him straight with “I’ll be asking the questioning.”
“The thing of it is,” I began, “Madame B. or Madame Burrury started a school called Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik. And it was doin’ a pretty good job o’ educatin’ the young creatures and the people like me what needed to know how ter magic ‘just so’ ter turn lead into graphite. But it was located on a Opensim grid what took the sad circumstantials and went, ummm, away.”
Miss Mari smiled at me and asked what it is I am trying to do?
“Well, Miss Mari, iffn I could, I’d bring Madame B. back here ter your nice grid and get her school goin’ again so’s the multiverse would be a better place.”
“And a’course I want to make pencils fer the Children to Educate them to make the multiverse a better place, so’s it’sa better-better fer the … fer the everyone!”
“I need Madame B. and I need to find her.”
Miss Mari suggested, “Then you simply must ask people who have seen her iffn [with a smile] they know where she went and what she was discussing. Don’t you agree, Reyn?”
“Who do you plan to interview, Trey?” asked Miss Mari.
I sat up in my lawn chair and tried to look thoughtful, but the only thoughtin’ was, “Jeez, good one, Miss Mari.”
Madame B. iffn you are reading this journey, call me, or know I am finding you soon as the possible.
Hey to both of my readers,
I accidentally spilled a few tons of Sea Monkey Eggs inter the ocean cove place behind my cave. It wuz one of Them Accidents what you never seen coming, iffn you know what I mean.
You guessed it. The Landlord had ter brace hisself on a tree to whine that hard about his lovely ocean and what he precepted to be The Disaster Of A Lifeline. Sumthin’ like that. I was watching billions of them Sea Monkeys billowing up onta the beach. Good, stiff onshore wind back there, normally seems nice.
Point is, no searching fer the Madame B. until the sand sparkles like new or sumthin’. So’s I’s only been pickin’ away at that Interview Place I mentioned previous-like.
I started by pickin’ out a sweet spot, good view of the local cranes huntin’ fer their food, I ‘spect. And then I added a trailer, a constructive trailer, a’ course.
Then I added some workin’ people, make the place respectable.
Then I added a lawn chair, fer the supervizin’ I was born to, iffn I’m not bein’ too subtle.
And some constructive signs. Safety and stuff.
And that’s when I figured it:
Get the Landlord ter do it. I am a Sea Monkey Wrangler (supervizin’ type).
On my way, Madame B., maybe not one of the straight lines sorta thing.