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Where does Barnsy live? Good question with an excellent answer. This Marv, he is a sea monster with an island growing out of his back. Yes, that is a overgrown hat as a house resting on top of it all. Marv is old and doesn't see well. Barnsy takes care of him and feeds him.
Allowing Marv to swim in any old direction at his discretion. Of course if they need to change course, Barnsy just gets out the old fishing pole with a sandwich attached to it to guide Marv to a new path. Such a sandwich was the size of Marv himself just tube shaped.Mutual assured survival among good old friends.
Barnsy likes to refer to himself as a mutant cyborg. That is because he is a type 1 diabetic. Yes, even here diseases exist. Anyway, this requires a mechanical assistance is the form of Horatio. Horatio is an insulin pump attached to Barnsy's stomach. That is why we will rarely see him. Horatio does not talk but is aware.
He communicates to Barnsy with beeps and chirps. Strictly as a work requirement to remind Barnsy to eat and checks his blood sugar on a constant schedule. Horatio is a bit neurotic that way. Checking his charts and planning ahead to anticipate what Barnsy might need. A stressful job. Then again, Pudnelopy does call Horatio, Barnsy's life partner. Ha.
Doesn't have many hobbies in a job that literally is life commitment. No mandatory union breaks. Though he enjoys the sounds of binary numbering. Been to known to rework the alarm sounds to sound more techno
Represented by the various musical notes and elements which do change. Smith's form never stays the same for long. Pretty mellow most of the time. Bit passive finding refuge in his music.
The music changes his personality as it is linked to the world around him. Allowing him to speak in tunes. Sometimes he is actually talking in lyrics. Rather philosophically and soulful trying to find a peaceful balance.
A love affair one rotation at a time. Moonglow evolved from an old deflated soccer ball left in the pile of forgotten stuff. Inflated floating in what became the space of the IF universe. Sunshine was a cracked lightbulb that was sparked about the world around her.
Moonglow just like floating around seeing everything came about as he rotates about the planet Friday. Big contemporary music fan. Tries to figure out what all those little people are doing on that planet over there.
Moonglow has a bit of a fondness for Sunshine, finding it hard to find things to talk about in such short period of times of rotation.Sunshine likes to be sarcastic at times when regarding some of the books she reads and TV she watches. Yes, she does both in spite of being made of enormous ball of heat and fire.
Not an individual but a species of sorts. Sometimes taking the shape of sun dials; clocks; watches; hourglasses and a digital time piece or two. Usually personifies as a person or animal such as a dog; birds or cats.
Timester is a constant reminder as how time works in Imagination Fantastique. Time does move forward but peak back to see the past that has never been seen by the reader. Or walk into the future to see what will happen one day.
Many of the adventures will just chronicle a moment in time expanding or compressing depending on the point we see it.
On a cliff somewhere that leads nowhere. The ocean is white surround by a blank canvas. On the absolute edge, there is a house with a clock on the front. A lighthouse that shines out to nowhere showing worlds that meld into each other.
Constant change leaving scattered trash on the isle ground. This house lies in the Middle of Everywhere. Nowhere and everywhere. Between Imagination Fantastique and reality. A dream scape.
Never stopping in world bending and shaping to be documented. The house holds memories that are reaching into space. It's guardian and librarian is H.C. Standrack. A creature who could only exist in this pile of madness. An endless parade of sound and noise.
A sly con artist who is always cooking up a scheme. Not very clever but thinks he is the king of the angle. Always trying to sell a pitch that is nothing but empty air with bits of junk dressed up to make a quick buck.
Much of the time he gets a way with his neck in tact and reputation that will need a new coat of fake over it.
Word to the potential wise, don't accept checks from this guy. They will most likely be post dated hundred years from now in a forged signature with a name that is even close to being real.
Born in the middle of everywhere, a place where reality and dreams mingle in a mess of uncertainty. An abandon door that leads into a house without walls that is carried by it's owner wherever he roams.
Consisting keepsake items mainly found on a old coat rack. This is H.C. (Hat Coat) Standrack
A detective sorts who uses knowledge not his own and logic to assist in fixing matters not his own. He must be invited. He carries a empty book in his coat to write his own memories and find his own life.
Travels with a small car that can become a mechanical dragon creature, (Ziggy) and a toy frog, (Hops) that sits in Standrack's pocket.
The voice shifts in tone as the vibrations are based on the principle of guitar strings. Has no control as to where he roads will lead him as everything bleeds into another without warning or visible reason.
Serial number #SU-PRY-1ZR, known as Surpriser. He is a robot with a bucket for a body; a zipper in the front; bike lights as eyes; mechanical arms and a big wheel as feet.Why the zipper? Simple, it opens a compartment full of tools and things in between. Loves to collect things that he finds. Sells them as well if they are worth good money and serves no sentimental value to himself.
Beside restoration in a private enterprise, Surpriser likes sports. Mainly baseball and hockey. Always up to bestow a bit of advice. Likes a good laugh but gets annoyed. Always ready for a barbecue.
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