It’s as good a time as any for a holiday trip, as the Europeans would call it, down to the Mediterranean coast.
I was thinking of calling this article “Harper’s Morning Macchiato,” ripping off Morgan’s piece from a week or two back. But it doesn’t alliterate as well (sigh).
Never start a morning without caffeine of some kind. (That is, if you can handle the buzz.) Fortunately, this mobile coffee shop was handy.
Many of us, especially the newer Residents, are told that the old Mainland continents are little more than a wasteland now, full of depopulated regions and old, out-of-date megaprim ad boards. But, if you’re willing to take the time and do the exploring … that was one of the things that Second Life was all about, a decade or so ago … you can find some pretty regions still in existence, such as Bay City on Sansara. Or like this yacht club area up on the north coast of Gaeta V, situated along SL Route 7. The club itself is across the road, inland; but you have a beach here, and several houses.
Here I am on the dock, near the chaises and a few Jet Skis. You only have a few days left on this before Uber closes, so get over there as soon as doable, and snag it. (I’m wearing this without the shoulder option, it should be noted.)
Zana Sherman was fortunate that this weekend wasn’t as academically busy as it would become closer to the end of term. It seemed that her social calendar was compensating, by sending her invitations to meet with people she loved or enjoyed. Aside from Alon Cohen on Friday night, though, she was holding things to only an hour or so, and joining up with them on the way to other venues, such as the laundry or the Psych House … the graduate students’ name for the departmental offices. Even for a college student … at least one as diligent as Zana … socializing wasn’t everything ….
But she stretched the limits at Saturday lunch, because the meal was with Dara Furtano-Fa. The relationship with “Big Sis” ran back to when Dara had saved the lives of both Zana and her mother on the construction stage of The Land of Fantasy, her mother’s famous theatre. Not only had Zana met Dara that day, but the accident had set events in motion that led to Dara’s getting the cyborg conversion she had desired … and all that had arisen in the ‘borg community since.
Both women had a fondness for a restaurant in Vidran’s Arosen sector that offered what the owner called “Mongolian grill,” but served up al fresco. They were deep in discussion at a shady table outside the restaurant, situated on a food court in one corner of the district’s park. “And so the term’s going well so far?” Dara asked as their tea arrived. The sun of Videra’s primary glinted off her sunglasses, worn mostly for fashion’s sake, as ‘borgs’ eyes were quite capable of handling bright sunshine. (The sun also gleamed off the integuments of both women, golden on Zana and silver on Dara; they had chosen the shady table to spare the eyes of other diners and passersby as much as possible from the reflection.)
Zana stepped back into her apartment the next morning, thoroughly relaxed by the night’s activities … all of the night’s activities. It had been a stressful term so far, even for a cyborg; of course, graduate studies were always stressful, but psychology was tougher than most. And add into that my personal psychotherapy starts in two weeks, she thought as she moved into her bedroom to change out of her finery, into a casual unitard. God knows what little gremlins will turn up then! She had always considered herself well adjusted and mentally healthy. Who but God could guess what a qualified psychotherapist would find …? Then her lips quirked back in a mercurial change of mood. Although her career would be made, perhaps, as the author of the first case study on a ‘borg in the literature!
The small jest improved Zana’s mood; but she still felt the need for some encouragement, or at least a shoulder to cry on for a few picoseconds. Glancing again at the holographs on the mantel, she regretted not returning home to her parents’ house. Still, there were other ways of getting together with family … not as satisfyingly tactile, but they would do in a pinch …. She said to the room, “Computer, please call Ariel Sherman, home code, full holo.” She sat on her couch as the computer beeped.
Shortly, a full-body image of her mother, wearing a green casual outfit and a purple silk duster, appeared in the holoprojection field created by the comm program. “Hi, sweet one! What makes you call on this fine Saturday morning?”
Put on my green pump shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of my Dublin crew In the middle of the pouring rain Daniel O’Connell, won’t you look down over me Yeah, I got a first class ticket An’ I’m as green as a girl can be
Then I’m walking in Dublin Walking with James Joyce striding at my heels Walking in Dublin But do I really feel the way I feel?
“Don’t tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn’t do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.”
Melody Lee,Moon Gypsy
“Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.”
Head: LAQ Skye 3.05 Bento
Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Eyes: IKON Triumph (Chocolate)
Hair: Argrace Kitsuno
Outfit: amiable loose cardigan with flower tulle skirt
Ankle boots: KC Couture Hana
Jewelry: Maxi Gossamer Aphrodite’s Dream gold bangles and earrings
Makeup: LAQ system HUD makeup
“I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.”
Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Eyes: IKON Triumph (Chocolate)
Hair: Vanity Hair Frou Fro
Top: E-Clipse Design Saretta pullover and over-shoulder jacket
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Well there won’t be no stars
Coming out in the sky
Tonight when my baby walks by
Oh they know that they can’t hold a
Candle to the look in his eyes
— “French Waltz,” performed by Nicolette Larson; written by Adam Mitchell; from the album Nicolette
I haven’t been to Heth Haute Couture for a while, but I’m glad I stopped in recently for the current collection. Hethwen Collinwood has put forth several fantastic pieces; both myself and Jem stocked up while we were there, in part for a storyboard series I’m working on. There was also a men’s formal suit, so I sweet-talked Conan into posing with me when I learned of an upcoming event, and how I could put the gown to a second, better use.
I learned of this event while flipping through Facebook. Blue Heart supports autism awareness, and seeks money to help fund work with the autistic. Having known two young men on the spectrum for several years, and their needs, I can encourage you to support this group and its goals. The Event itself will be held from May 17-22; there is also a party on Sunday, April 20, and a fashion show on Saturday, May 19, both at noon SLT.
Flickr group — take your photos of you in blue fashion and add them to this group
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The details:
Harper (as “Keiko”) wears:
Head: Akeruka Nami
Body and feet: Maitreya Lara V4.1
Eyes: IKON Sovereign eyes (Emerald)
Hair: Letituier Tamara
Gown: Heth Haute Couture Tryska
Shoes: KC Couture Faith
Pantyhose: Bebe Risque applier (Nude)
Accessories: Zenith Vintage Leather Clutch (Black); L’Emporio long bento gloves; Heth Haute Couture Galaxy crown; Chop Zuey The Girl from Mekong suite (bracelets, earrings, necklace and brooch)
Sadly, the story I was going to write just isn’t working out yet, so I’ll go ahead and publish just the photos. It’s always been my goal on this blog to publish as good a quality as I can; I don’t always see it the same way after time and exposure, but I try to achieve it. (One reason why we don’t publish that often. Sucks for our visit numbers, but it makes me feel better in terms of what I put up for those who do stop in.) I may revisit this one day, when the muse strikes me properly.
A lovely long gown, and the complete, sinful luxury of heavy “furs” in a hat and stole, all on a winter day — what more could one ask?
One note here: Belle Epoque’s gown has its own arms, so you’ll need to mask out your own arms if you get this package. In fact, I needed to mask most of my body, except for a slice from below my neck to my breasts. So don’t worry too much about your elaborate library of poses, outside of favorite stances on your legs. In compensation, the gown and furs are HUD driven, so you have a selection of colors and fur types to choose from. I have a taste for grey fox, so ….
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The details:
Head: Akeruka Camille 2.5 Bento
Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Eyes: IKON Hope (Sapphire)
Hair: Argrace Wakana
Outfit, hat and shoes: Belle Epoque Cold Outside (HUD outfit includes fur shawl, rare, available via Pocket Gacha @ L$50/play, or purchase entire package @ L$3,000)
Jewelry: GeWunjo Emma gold necklace and earrings
Makeup:
Eyeshadow: SlackGirl Clair (Akeruka, slot 2)
Lashes: thick head system lashes, supplemented with FATElashes 2.0
Lipstick: .kosmetik Lustre Lipstick.runway (Omega, slot 4 [use ALL ZONES; buttons are reversed)
Second Life® with Harper, Conan, Jem, Diana and Morgan
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