Sunday, June 10, 2007

I'm too Sexy for My Gears

http://www.flickr.com/photos/arteer_oliva/538245230/

I almost didn't make the walk. I've modeled for Sysperia and Zoe in the studio before..but never did the runway. And otherworldly concerns kept me away until the last minute.

But I saw the faces of hopeful friends in the audience at Breaking the Mold..I slipped behind the stage and prepared.

We were all encouraging each other. I paid special attention to Nux, self-conscious of being the only male construct in the presentation.

I thought I was almost forgotten..others had gone twice while I still waited in my velvet dress, crashing yet again, fumbling to switch silver for copper and tugging the necklace free from my gears.



But then I was called out. I took slow methodical steps like a bride to the altar. I curtsied to each side as they gasped and cheered. Miss Vavoom cried "Showstopper!"

After the show I danced a bit with Darkling and Kiralette. I finally got the answers I needed. Now we must formulate a solution.

Next to Caledon..an attempted business discussion with a highly distracted Guvna Shang. Hopeful enough.

Then an all-too-short tour of the Wormser estate and Sir Zen's Malthusian goldfish. Disturbing similarities.

Today I attend the reception for Baroness Amber and Mr. Book! If only Father had a tuxedo to go with his Cerebral Preservation Droid..

~Qli

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Praised for Poise

I had to rescue Father's mindless body from the top of the Lighthouse early this evening. Thankfully he was calm as I embraced him and tesseracted us both back to the Foundation.

Last night I went to a grand opening of some new works in King has Fallen gallery. Tonight, I posed for Sysperia and Zoe for a commission of the Clockwork Dolls group. Since I was already an Elite Muse, she seemed to pay special attention to me. The dresses of the other Dolls were amazing, I frankly felt outclassed. But everyone wanted to know where my gearbox came from. Sysperia displayed a few of the pictures at the after-party..I was simply awestruck!

I ran into a fellow Construct I hadn't seen in ages. She explained that there are *two* realms called "Dark City" (Tombstone all over again!) and that Koen is the newer of the two. Further, He and I are both welcome to the older Dark City that she helped create.

Bad to Worse

I have heard from a reliable source that Koen has been left at the doorstep of the neko community in Dark City, where I assume they will teach him how, who, and why to fight. He can stay there for all I care.

Father's regeneration is coming along well. In a few days he should..

Dr. Mason? Wasn't your body in that tank an hour ago?

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

This can't be happening!

I heard Dr. Mason's last transmission and tesseracted to the Foundation as fast as I could. There is blood all over the main level. The worst carnage is in the Doctor's operating room. The equipment is smashed, and the walls are stained with soot. I'm also finding faint traces of black and red fur..and that faint remnants of that cloying, alluring scent exuded by succubi and incubi from their wings. I seem to be immune..

Oh? Wait. Maybe not. I just shifted to succubus form without trying. That's a strong reaction! Oh yes, that's my Father's scent alright. Doesn't do anything for me of course except make me remember how much I miss him..

*sigh* I better set up an illusion around the house to make it look like everything is normal. I was just ready to shove my android fist through Koen's chest, but.. This all typical demon drama! I'm sure things will sort themselves out..

Hmm..I'm craving chocolate. Where's that icebox? *teleports upstairs*

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Scheduling Errors

I arrived at Sheriff Ortega's Birthday Party ready to host, and was soon admonished that I wasn't supposed to be hosting by Miss Katt. No one had made it cler to me previously that I was NOT supposed to host. I apologized, packed up my chest, handed the Sheriff a gift envelope from the Foundation and slipped off to my next event.

The Radio Riel party seemed more of a gathering than a ball, and someone who offered to be my escort never showed. I was a bit confused as Her Grace was preparing to leave to a seperate event, and left while her own event was still in progress.

And from the waiting I missed the rehearsal for the Doll Fashion Show entirely.

I stopped by the Falling Anvil for a glass of hot oil. And there to my horror was my delinquent brother Koen curled up asleep on the piano with a glass of milk in his paw!

His clothes were a mess, and out of period as well! I gathered him in my arms and carried him back to the firehouse, where he could sleep of his shenannigans in a warm bed.

I need to intervene somehow..Koen is afraid of Dr. Mason..as many are due to his calling, but he has nothing to fear. Why live like a stray cat when a mansion is always open to him?

~Qli

Saturday, June 2, 2007

NEWS FLASH: SL ToS Gets Tossed in Court

http://mmorpg.com/gamelist.cfm/loadNews/7893

It took a Judge to tell them what we already knew: SL's current Terms of Service are too vague and there's no adequate appeals process for disciplinary actions by the Lindens.

Friday, June 1, 2007

To Marvel and be Marvelled



My clockwork heart swells with pride to see my civic anthem enshrined in the heart of Victoria City! The Bloodwing Foundation shall remain solvent. I have another two months to worry about how we will keep the family estate.

The Demon may be summoning wealth from outside this world on June 18th. Apparently Midsummer is the birthday of the Demon's first mortal shell to erect the Foundation, and arcane financial rituals are involved in this boon. This is the primary reason why the Foundation must retain the Demon's name.

I try to avoid being vain, but I had a handful of admirers circling me when the plaque was unveiled. I was assured that it was the strength of my spirit and earnest demeanour that made made unique in all of Second Life, and that my physical forms gears and engines, even the horns and wings.. were secondary, only indicators of my creativity.

*dabs glowing eye with a fireproof handkerchief as steam escapes from her ear ducts*

My anthem was written out of love for Caledon, my second home. What makes it special are the people that bless this expanding stretch of green by their presence. And I felt that love returned many times over last night.

~Qli