There's no place like Steelhead!

I was getting ready to host the Wizard of OZ dance in Steelhead when a lagstorm whisked me away!

I landed in a world populated by munchkins..and hobos.

I met a fellow construct who told me all I had to do was click my steam armour boots three times and say "There's no place like home."

Obviously he was malfunctioning. But, as I did so to prove the error of his ways I was carried back to..Steelhead?

The Sheriff and Lunar seemed normal enough..but Tensai seemed a bit..different.I soon realized that I had a galvanic tesseraction failure and landed in a strange parallel Grid where Steelhead was ruled by a giant sculptie prim skull. Luckily their Linden Dollars are the same as ours, so I gladly stayed to host.

The Sheriff exercises his authority to stop a puppy-pile in progress.

AzA Zymurgy as a horrifying scarecrow.

Another tornado pulls in Hotspur as the Tin Woodsman. (Straw and metal golems were well represented at this event!)

Frequency Picnic gets dropped in as a lioness. Shouldn't those twisters be attacking Sleazywood trailer park next door?

Emilly Orr as Dorothy, with a friend she pulled out of the poppy fields.



The costume contest winner, Baron Wulfenbach..or is it Lionbach?

Chief Librarian JJ Drinkwater pays a quick visit to make sure the event is faithful to the literature.

Duchess Gabrielle tries to tell us the way find home again, but we were having too much fun to pay attention.

My Aunt Lumina as Dorothy and AzA the Scarecrow..
*blinks*
Next picture, please.

"Tensai! You fling poo at us again and you're going to the monkey cage!"

And then the Sheriff played THAT song and we were invaded by Dalek via a Stargate. The copyright infringement repurcussions alone caused a sensory overload..and I woke up. At club Mechanoid.

"Midnight! You were there and Hassanov was there and.."

Then I noticed my pocketbook was overstuffed with Lindens. I just smiled and got back to dancing.

~The End~

On the Waves and Winds of the New Caledon Sea!

Note myself in the small Babbage Canal Runner, watertight and perfect for inspecting the hulls of ships.


Approaching Mr. Hassanov's ironclad.

Inside the ironclad!



Touring Caledon's rivulets I began having system failures with the submersible. Somewhere wedged in a dimensional corner between the new sim and Bardhaven I was ejected from the Runner and I haven't seen it since. Please let me know if you see it adrift or sunk somewhere if you please?

The long-haired gentleman is Mr. K. Enoch he is an inventor of aircraft and a Qabalist as well. I suspect you will be reading more about him in my journals.




Dr. Figaro proudly presents a heliocopter requisitioned for the Caledon Red Cross for extracting patients for emergency transport. Father will be very pleased!



With all the commotion we attracted the attention of the Giant Bunneh from Mount Phillip! Shoo! I've got my own epic serial multi-blog saga-quest-thing I'm involved in, thankyouverymuch!

No, Bunneh! That's NOT a carrot!

What is it with giant monsters scaling large structures, anyway?

Fine. You're King of the Island. The Guvna will be terraforming in a few hours and you'll be squeezed back into some bloke's Inventory. Enjoy it while you can. And if you see my Canal Runner, it's not a vitamin pellet!

~Qli

And now a word from our sponsor!

Seeing as how Captain Szondi is hosting the firehouse on his property free of charge, the least I could do for him is advertise one of his several products. Hence the banner above. Seeing as how I consume coal for sustenance, I will respectfully hold my tongue about the term British Cuisine.

If anyone else would like to advertise their (in-world) products on my journal, do contact me. I am amenable.

~Qli

P.S. If you haven't already, do read up on my father's shared journal, The Bloodwing Foundation.

this too shall pass

Much happening, so here are some quick updates. Pictures to follow.

Sysperia has vanished form the grid, this time apparently for good. I wish her well. She made me feel powerful in porcelain. She let me revel as a burning demoness. She made me feel like a work of art. And most of all, she taught me that one must set limits of what is demanded of us. Even if we may find it impossible to resist.

She may be gone. The King may have indeed Fallen. But I am still an Elite Muse. And I encourage all other Muses to hold your heads high. We have learned much from knowing her, even if we had run ins with her darker side. We must stay together. I think we should still celebrate our status, and continue to model. We are all of us subjects and all of us artists.

We have new residents in Steelhead. Mr. Aza Zymurgy is an artist. Perhaps he would like to show his works down the street at the Foundation? Kiralette and her beau Gnarlihotep have returned to our town as well.

Mr. Szondi continues work on the firehouse. It will be magnificent indeed.

I dropped in on the celebration of Dame Paris' completion of the Relay for Life, sponsored by the Caledon Early Bird Club. It was a Monty Python themed event. Far too silly. I loved it.

I am still filing my report on what Koen and I found in the ruins of the elder Dr. Mason's estate. I hesitate to finish. Father will not be pleased with the discoveries therein.

I see Father hunched over his desk by the candlelight, running his fingers over his abacus and shaking his head. Do not despair, Doctor. You will find new opportunities as will I. Your generosity shall be returned to you many times over. Do not forget that there is more to this Grid than Linden Dollars and square meters.

~Qli

sephiroth reactivating..please standby

Eyelids open to glowing embers, heat rises to the underside of the glass case as I stare up at the lovely flower. My lips part in a cold, airless whisper.

my musician wakes me
stirs my soul
and makes me whole

The flower is lifted from view as the lid opens. The Doctor and the Demon both come into view, smiling warmly.

"Welcome back, Child." Says the horned one.

"Don't try and move yet, Qli. It will take a while to restart your systems."

The Doctor lays the flower on my chest..the petals are soft..the aroma is heady and sweet. It reminds me of Tanglewood..Darkling's garden. I feel something soft rubbing against my feet and a loud purring. I see the tip of a crimson tail curving at the edge of my vision.

energy failure.. systems shutting down..

I don't want to leave, but I have no choice. I shall return as soon as I can.

*enters her repair chamber, clutching two pictures..one of a librarian, one of a pirate*

INITIATING STASIS

*whispering to herself*

the last note fades
i am laid in my case
and the lid is closed
but i know
my musician knows
i wait for when
a breath
enters
my lips again

ENGINES OFFLINE
SEPHIROTH INACTIVE
ORGANIC SYSTEMS STABLE
ANIMATION SUSPENSION SUCCESSFUL

On Duty and Beauty

Lady Darkling has sold the propery upon which CFB-K (Caledon Fire Brigade - Cay) currently stands. My father has spoken to one of the two Jägers who have purchased the land, Mavromichali Szondi. The other humanoid, as I read from the new deed, is Patches Mathy. I will hazard a guess and assume they are a couple.

Mr. Szondi agrees that the Fire Brigade should keep its outpost in the Cay, especially considering the rough-and-tumble nature of the neighborhood. He has provided us with a new sign. He even mentioned stocking the firehouse with sellable furniture, or even a new structure.. *crosses fingers*

I transported to Primverness to add the new sign to CFB-HQ. They still had the decor for the Order of the Wounded Rabbit hanging for the militiamen that were injured in the first Martian invasion.

...

Moving right along..

While searching for the lift going down I ran into Naddeh Slade, an inventor who spoke to someone about me, and somehow got the impression that I was Sir Edward's daughter! I corrected him, telling him that was indeed speaking to my father, Dr. Mason.

He asked me if I'd like to buy a new arm. I'm always looking for spare parts, so I negotiated what I thought was a decent price which included the blueprints for modifying it.


I take a predictably abrupt ride in Mr Slade's craft to the ground..

And something..is..missing.

I assume this is temporary. With one firehouse in absentia and another one with new owners I was starting to worry.

WHile I refit the arm to a size and shape compatible with my chassis, Sysperia Poppy contacts me. She say she wants me to pose and be interviewed for her Beautiful People collection. Much of what was discussed was Out of Character, and some even private. She told me things I needed so desperately to hear about myself, my House, and my Deva.

To be involved in the exhibit means highlighting the person behind the avatar..avatars..as the pixels being manipulated. For the sake of Art, and possibly of Healing, I was being invited to disclose facts I keep to my closest friends and family. I have much to ponder.


~Qli