verses unrehearsed

Caledon gathers -
Springtime lag in Primverness
draws subjects like ghosts

the Librarian
challenges the Col-o-nel
For Relay for Life

heard over the din
who can dodge deadly verses?
haiku shuriken!

Drinkwater - victor!
Exrex Somme - gracious!
against Cancer, bound

memories discussed
and a short visitation,
passages are read

repose gazed upon
moments measured to seconds -
clockwork for clockwork

I offered him this -
write me into darkest dreams,
I'll read with suspense!

Oh Dear..

My brother Vor.. Koen tell me there's restructuring for the Steelhead events due to declining attendance. Friday events are still scheduled but the Balls are scaled back to once a month.

They expect more from the Host and are withdrawing the salary. This much I should have expected. But I did not expect to have to reapply for my position and that others are vying for it.

I'm going to have come up with a new schedule. I was supporting the Bloodwing Foundation easily before, but now I'm not sure.

Dr. Mason is going to have to charge more for his services.

I'm hoping the Doctor's plan to open the Foundation as an art gallery will bring in a profit as well, Miss Katat0tonik's works are as whimsical as they are unnerving. As for the Falling King, Zoe has sworn never to set foot in Steelhead again, which pretty much rules that out.

As for myself, there's modeling for Sysperia, but that's only occasional work.It looks like my primary income will be working at Taiyu and Velvet Rose. I could go back to dancing at Toxia as well if I had too.

Now if only my brother would stay in one place long enough to earn some funds..

~Qli

The Machines Have Ears

Just as a dryad can converse with the trees and flowers, so can I as a construct converse with devices.

And the trains and trolleys of Caledon have heard and seen many things indeed.

Including the fact that SOMEONE is on the Hunt in Caledon, and I don't mean for small game.

Someone who can change shape at will, and prefers a female form.

As Fire Chief I am sworn to protect life and property in Caledon, be it from fire, bullet or claw.

I regret that I was not at the Reconciliation ball to prevent what happened, but I was able to keep my mad sister from joining the fray. Had she been there History itself would have ben a casualty.

But I will prevent this. I shall not tolerate assassination on Caledonian soil! Not even for revenge.

Call the offender to a duel. Or better yet ask Guvna for a trial. Now that we have a police force we need officers of the court as well!

Again I say, whoever you are, CALL OFF YOUR HUNT. This is your only warning.

~Fire Chief Projects

Midnight in the Garden of Dolls and Apples

An impromptu dance where the King fell, and grass and trees grew over the chessboard. We danced to the Cure and Dead Can Dance. I invited Midnight, and she spoke of her plans with Seraph. I spoke of my plans in turn.

Then I told her and Darkling about the loophole in the Demon's curse. One that B________ himself recoils from using. It is less a loophole than a defect, one that at some point will happen whether it passed our minds or not. As my missing Father said when I contacted him via ouija board:

7 generations in my blood
son neko
9 lives re generations
7th life will draw me
prevent

I tried to ask him what number life my brother was on, but I lost contact..the board and glass had frozen over and stuck together.

To inhabit the body of a descendant a century later is not a great concern, demons and sorcerers have done as much over the millenia. But to take over the body of one's own child, apparently, is considered a disaster.

I had another talk with Miss B. Luckily for her she does not live in Caledon. She would not last long with her tactlessness. I have no desire to make enemies, but she cannot be my friend. Mr. MeQal has abandoned our grid to live with..penguins? He will be missed.

Another note? Contrary to what was written in the recent issue of the Anvil I cannot be sure I can attend the dances this weekend. Therefore I cannot host. Father and I are are going to the beach tomorrow and should be back Monday evening. My porcelain won't burn, but I must shut my gearbox tight and line the lid with ceiling wax, along with my ball joints. I don't want sand in my gears!

Dr.Mason doesn't know this, but I've created a simulacrum from spare doll parts that I can operate remotely from an aetheric transmitter. If I can send a strong and stable signal I will happily attend! I do enjoy the Masquerades!

~Qli

Exploring the Beta Grid

In a word, lagged beyond belief. The only exception was Tombstone-Beta. I had only visited the town a few times, but soon after speaking with the owner, Miss Ahmina S., I realized this wasn't the Tombstone that the Demon inhabited briefly. Yes this was the infamous "OTHER Tombstone" that was spoken of only in hushed whispers in Steelhead.

I didn't seem that bad to be honest. She even expressed interest when I mentioned Dr. Mason. They have no medical staff at the moment. And though they are not subject to the spasms of violence that the other Western sim must cope with there is still the occasional shootout.

Since Father has no remaining ties with Walks-With-Fire's city, perhaps she could set up shop in Miss Ahima's territory?

Pictures of Porcelain and Plastic

Emilly is right, dancing does help one feel better.


My old friend Captain Nux bought the most beautiful oxidized metal dress in New Babbage for me. It goes so beautifully with my copper hair! To all the Tinies in Tanglewood I do apologize for my ultrasonic SQUEEEEEEE..





Yesterday I learned that the good thing about being a doll is than when you put your foot in your mouth you can just detach your ankle and quietly limp away.

Sysperia and Zoe's Naughty & Nice exhibit opened last night. Guess which half I spent more time at? I was slightly unnerved by the rising level of drama from TwoSpirit, but then when you have that many artists and divas in one place, what can you expect?

These pictures and more were taken at the event by David/Kronos, all of which can be seen at his web album.

I received a lot of compliments and queries about my velvet gown, which I won penning Caledon's civic anthem. Prim & Proper, of course!

And then there was this one mysterious gentleman whispering non sequiturs in my ear. It felt like Pepe le Pew meets Monty Python. I think he was trying to be mysterious but came off more as cryptic. And had there been a crypt nearby I would have gladly been his realtor.



I have be careful which pictures I display here. But then are undressed Barbies considered NSFW?



I was starting to wonder if I was being passed over like an old toy on the shelf, but it turns out I am indeed booked for a doll shoot Thursday night!

SQUEEEEEE...

*monitor cracks*



ADDENDUM: Self-Diagnostic. Vanity is prevalent in today's operations. New Vanity avatar from Grendel's may be a factor. Showing it on journal may exacerbate condition. Withold.

The Fires of War

The night began pleasantly enough, strolling through Caledon and offering my services to fight cancer. Auditioning elsewhere afterwards, again offering my services. Then the distress call.

It is so hard to fold space and time at critical points in history, because so many outside of time are watching the nexus of events it is almost impossible to slip through. After pouring so much energy into my tesseractor that I broke it, I landed at the Firehouse in the Cay. Barely I saw the glowing profiles of the buildings of Victoria City in the distance!

The Neaultenbergers withdrew I donned my steam armour and flew to the carnage as fast as I could. As soon as I received permission from our military to enter the combat zone, I saw the carnage. My adopted city in flames! My arm canisters of flame retardant were enough to douse one building,my supply of carbonate was exhausted. And the fires still burned in the capital. I ran East to see the train station in Primverness also ablaze! The hangar! The CIRRUS demolished in its time of greatest need!

I did the best I could, I swear I did. I even used the new spell the Doctor taught me to project ice into the infernos.

The soldiers had to pull me away as they formed their own bucket brigades along with the citizenry. You'd done enough, they said. Victoria City shall not fall. No innocents were lost.

I collapsed in the firehouse. I woke up and surveyed the damage to my organic shell. I need some minor adjustments before being seen in public.




Still smelling the smoke on me I wearily showed up to host in Stelehead. Monty Python theme. Why do humans constantly listen to the same jokes over and over for 30 years? My head pounded, my teeth ground, my jaw ached, optic sensors malfunctioning garish patterns..


Another thing, mortal. It is one thing to tell me you miss my father the Incubus. It is ANOTHER to tell me exactly WHY. And to reveal the same of a third party who is no longer her to deny or even take offense..

I was hosting. I had to remain decorum. Otherwise things would have gotten VERY VERY MESSY.

And then while dancing alone I saw a man's hands in the corner of my eye, I spun claws arcing with a death-rake..

Empty air.

we dance to the sounds of sirens
we are the heroes of self-deception

These urges are not my own. What is happening to me?

~Qli