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The woman gazed at the ident-block on the door’s security panel with a nervous expression. She had passed any number of such panels on the way up to this office, but none of them had read:
Sherman, Ariel Chairwoman / CEO Fantasial Productions ILC
It felt strange to Taraia to be interviewed by the CEO of a corporation for a job … especially when the job was really an entrance-level position. Her college advisor had told her that Lady Ariel was peculiar in this way; she wanted to get a feel for new-hires outside of the production aspects of her theatre’s show and night club. Was it because, again according to her advisor, promotions came from within the corporation, and so she might have closer daily exposure with the Boss than at two or three removes …?
“… [I]n the absence of sensory information, the imagination always tends to the grotesque.”
Patrick McGrath
I’ve been doing a little cleanup in my Inventory, and found this gown. It’s vintage now, along with the hair and fur, but worth sharing in some photos.Read the rest of this entry »
This is a quick look at a L$ 50 dress being offered during the current Energy Weekend. This knit mini comes in several colors (and I’d wear system panties as a precaution!), and is good for curling up in at home with a fire, a book and a snifter of brandy.
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?”
In the 48th Century, most organic lifeforms tended to carry several preconceptions about the way that Videran cyborgs lived their lives. The all-too-common impression was that all a ‘borg needed to do was glance at a filmpage or a screen, read the contents, and they knew everything there. However, as Zana Sherman could testify all too well, taking in data was not the same as actually learning. A ‘borg’s computer brain still needed to train on how to use the data, to analyze and discuss, in order to act on the information it received, just like an organic’s. And you needed to prove that acquired knowledge to the Powers That Be, in order to get the accreditation the law frequently required. Such as Ph.D.s in psychology.
Which was why Zana was now where she was, observing a shift of the operations crew on one of the private starbases orbiting Videra, gathering information for a paper due one of her professors. Psychology of xenospecies was her focus of study, and this shift was strongly populated by non-humanoid lifeforms. Indeed, by a fluke of scheduling, two sisters from the planet Tibeon were holding down the main operations chairs during this shift. Staying as unobtrusive as possible, asking the minimum of questions on what they did and why, Zana still found herself tapping reams of notes into her tablet.
Most emphatically not recommended! (At least not on a real locomotive with the steam up.)
“I’m sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”
Virginia Woolf, Orlando
It’s Fifty Linden Friday, and I had to shoot this fast if anyone wanted a chance to get to the stores and pick up the goodies for the intended price. (Although some stores do sometimes leave a package out for the whole weekend. Your mileage may vary.) But I think that, for once, I did a pretty good job photographing here. (Jem really seems to have a touch, in my opinion, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.)
Orlando is a one-shoulder spaghetti-strap slip dress from Stories & Co., and the deal is two colors, the “oil” I’m wearing, or a paler holo. Either way, the simple satin slip is delicious on all the virtual skin. It also leaves the left leg mostly visible to the him … even nicer!
Along with Orlando, you can go to Livalle and get the mid-heel Danica pumps, with HUD-driven color change, for L$ 50. They make a nice, simple compliment to a nice, simple dress.
And, to finish the simple theme, single pearl drops from Cae, also at L$ 50.
As I said above, don’t despair if you don’t make it before midnight SLT. Go ahead and check whenever you’re able to. If you’re lucky, the vendors won’t be reset yet. If you’re not lucky, a purchase at the full price will still reward for these goodies!
“By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
I wasn’t planning on writing again so soon; but events kind of bumped my schedule up a bit, as I thought I’d share this bump in my Second Life with everyone.
Now I know a little … just a little … how Harper felt when she went through a bunch of moves some years back. The sudden pulling of the rug from under your elegantly-shod feet at the general notice from the landlord, followed by the scramble to pack up everything you’ve laid out just so; and then the hunt to find somewhere else to lay your stuff back down, within both your budget and your land impact needs. And then, of course, the discovery of stuff you missed by the old landlord; with luck, you’ll get them back when they clear remaining objects off the sim.
Well, the bad news is that that’s what happened to me on Monday. (To Diana, too, since she shares digs with me.)
I went wandering through Dublin last night, and discovered that I had been gone for quite a while. The owners are revamping the sim again, moving backward (in a sense) to a sort of composite of what was in the old Dublin 1 and 2. (Don’t get yourself into a lather with worry — the Blarney Stone is still there, with all its programming.) And it was a joy to me to find that they had brought back (in a more up-to-date fashion and under a new name) the little hole-in-the-wall barbershop that had so enchanted me in my early days. It’s bigger to a degree, but it’s still down a flight of stairs from the upper area, still with retro posters and paintings and hairstyle photos.
Take a look some time at the “new” Dublin, and hopefully enjoy all the old goodies they’ve brought back, as well as some new ones. Be careful about going into some of the doors, however, as there are some spots that have solid thief doors hanging down a little. You may get your way in; but I was almost trapped inside the local post office. I had to double-click my way out (and discovered that Dublin now has point-to-point teleport disabled).
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The details:
Head: LAQ Noelle 3.06 Bento
Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Hands: Vista Prohands 2
Eyes: IKON Hope (Royal)
Hair: Tukinowaguma Celia
Nails: Astralia nails system
Dress: Hucci Beleuli (available at Uber through March 22)
Shoes: Hucci Caracol sandals (available at Uber through March 22)
Jewelry: Chop Zuey Lala in Love platinum wedding suite; Zuri Rayna Samantha set (necklace, earrings, bracelet); Kunglers Carly ring (ruby)
Lisavet Darchiev sighed as the door closed behind her and Maks Derbensky, her lover. “Thank God and the saints, we’re home,” she said in Russian, since they were by themselves instead of with American or British friends, and she crossed herself in the Orthodox style. “I love the Oscar ceremony; I love the parties; and I love getting together with Piper. But I think I love most getting home afterwards, so I can put up my poor aching feet!”
Maks chuckled as he locked the last deadbolt and clicked on the door alarm. “You have but to blame your ‘poor aching feet’ on yourself, Liza, and your penchant for stiletto-heeled shoes. And kindly do not tell me, my tsarina, that you’re getting too old for the social rounds. Besides limiting your access to the power brokers and business opportunities in this crazy city, that’s simply no fun at all.”
Second Life® with Harper, Conan, Jem, Diana and Morgan
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