A Vision Through the Mists

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Am I Dreaming? That Looks Like My Other Home.

August 30, 1892

The hot cup of tea I hold in my hands as I look about the scattered items all over the floor feels real. I can smell the scent of Jasmine and taste the subtle flavor, sweetened with a bit of honey. But I cannot seem to trust all my senses and I must confess that for awhile I believed there would be a semblance of normal every day life here. Here being Serenity Falls.

I’d planned to travel to Serenity Falls upon occasion for business and socialization from my home in Torn Oak but the nightmares I had there were increasingly disruptive. I would awaken in a panic and it felt like the house was spinning. Several times I dreamt that the entire roof was gone.

It was bothersome enough that I brought my potion supplies here by ship, waiting for them after traveling through a portal. I’ve read, napped and watched the  stars from my balcony, looking forward to focusing on my work. When the ship had delivered my possessions, I diligently crafted my lotions but when it was time to return I felt such a sense of foreboding that I chose to stay here for awhile  longer.

Then it became apparent that I needed warmer clothes due to freakish storms and I missed some of my books as well. Contacting the Captain of the ship who knew of my home, I arranged for another few crates of my things to be delivered to me here. A few days ago he returned with the strange pronouncement that Torn Oak was no longer there. The harbor where his ship had always docked was not to be found and his navigation instruments were otherwise reliably operating.

The Captain had always been trustworthy before and I didn’t quite know what to think. Then the view on the horizon here seemed to be changing through the swirling mists and my dreams became very strange once again. I have doubted my sanity, something I thought I was beyond after everything I’ve been through.

So I keep myself very busy with my books, lotion crafting and puttering about. When I stand on my balcony and squint my eyes I can almost see my beloved cottage on the far hill. I’ve been too frightened to explore further and I dare not mention it to anyone lest they see it as a sign of instability and weakness.

If the strange vision continues I might ask my neighbor, who is a Doctor, for some sort of medicinal relief.

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Pearl Keeps Up With the Ever-Changing Worlds

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fiction, Legacies Nexus, Pearl Grey, RolePlay, Second Life, Victorian

The New Apartment on an Island With Lighting to Accommodate Vampires, Demons and Drow

August 23, 1892

I don’t wish to have the magical secrets revealed to me that accomplished the demolishing of the building in which I lived here in Serenity Falls and the rising up of a new one. Many of my belongings are in the cottage in TornOak but it was still quite a labor to supervise the group who assisted me in with the packing and subsequent unpacking. I must say that I’m pleased with the new place and it quite got my mind off the rumblings and rumors of ever-impending doom.

Even though the lack of light here has drawn the Vampires, I find that I must venture out at times. Indeed it’s the desiring of company that has led me to live part-time here instead of hiding away in my cottage. One such pale creature spoke with me the other evening and I firmly made it known that I recognized what she was and that I thought it vulgar and pathetic for one to not even carry on a stimulating conversation but simply size me up for what I might do for them or what they might do to me.

Later I went into the city proper for a meal in the tavern and in no time some familiar faces from the old, destroyed London ventured in, although as usual there was some sort of distress or agitation going on in their minds. At least one of them is still human; the others were obviously not. I felt quite social until the tentacled and winged ones arrived; then I became more reserved.

I survived the evening and slept rather well. Still alive and still human.

Behind the Scenes (Or When I Used to be a Raccoon)

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Second Life

Pearl’s First Avatar When She Was Rezzed on August 27, 2011

Pearl ~

Yes, that’s a pixel raccoon.  Pearl Grey’s one year rez day anniversary is Monday. This photo wasn’t taken her first day. It would be awhile before I figured out how to take photos or even take any interest in them at all. There’s a steep learning curve in Second Life and I’m not good with tech stuff anyway.

Pearl was actually a raccoon for at least a month. When picking a starter avatar I knew I didn’t want to be a robot or a vampire. Eventually she began to transform into a different appearance. I got her a freebie female shape and skin and have  done some upgrades over the months. I’ve worked at keeping her safe as she’s evolved into the explorer and staunch believer in authenticity and freewill that she is today.

 

Pearl ~ Legacies Nexus # 2

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Pearl Checking Out the Buffet Table at the Midsummer’s Night Fair in Serenity Falls

August 5, 1892

The pages of my first journal have been filled. Much has happened to me since I began writing on the smooth sheets in order to ease my loneliness and calm my thoughts. Indeed when I began I feared I would not live to finish it.

This journal is quite different, not a ladylike one such as before but one of moleskin, something purchased in an exotic city where the ship I was traveling on docked for two nights.

Yes! I may travel now, although I dearly love to spend days in my cottage puttering about. It has been confusing, this strange situation with the calendars. Perhaps I hurt my head in some accident or had my memory interfered with but I’m told it’s 1892 and so I shall go along with that.

One of the cities I’m able to travel to involves some business with a portal~not my favorite sort of experience. While there, I’ve seen some familiar faces from the old London and some of them remember me. They behave more or less as strangely as ever.

Seeing that there are business opportunities there~and finding business more rewarding than matters of the heart~ I’ve rented a small apartment to stay in while I’m on the island.

Quite a few of the populace I’ve seen have wings. Large wings and small wings and there are tentacled people as well. Accustomed to being different by now, I have no desire for extra body parts or appendages and am content to remain as I am. Indeed the very idea is as disagreeable to me as would be having those appendages that males are so enamored of. No thank you!

The place is an island called Serenity Falls and I don’t recall ever reading about it in my studies at the Abbey. There appears to be much to do there. I was even asked to write a small piece for the Gazette about the Midsummer Nights Fair that was held recently. There were many in attendance I did not know but the article was accepted and I’m quite proud of it!

I can’t help but wonder what has become of some of the people I used to see on the streets of London. Perhaps our paths will cross once again.

Pearl in Legacies Nexus # 1

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Pearl in the Apartment in Serenity Falls

Midsummer Night’s Fair in Serenity Falls

by Pearl Grey

On the evening of August first I had the pleasure of attending a Fair on the island of Serenity Falls. I’ve discovered a way I can travel there from TornOak by ship and a fairly safe portal. Just before I left, the publisher of the Nexus Gazette asked me to report on the event.

One of the first things I’ve noticed is the fresh air and spaciousness although the city is dark. Many of the women were dressed in the latest fashions of their race and there were distinguished looking gentlemen there as well. For the most part, people were well-behaved and there were only a few weapons flourished, one most notably being a large sword.

There were some familiar faces of those that have not only survived but opened businesses. Rose, formerly of the Ten Bells has a tavern. Miss Helene who’d been the owner of Tuski Haven has a most interesting shop. I was pleased to find that the local banker is female and much more civil than the Count ever managed to be.

There were people from all over, including a woman from America who was on her first trip to Europe. A goodly number of the folk were winged, some of whom were very small. The small ones particularly laid claim to the berries and sweets on the very lavish buffet table. They appear to have the same sort of table manners as those of London had and seemed to enjoy themselves very much.

There was a fresh bloodwine fountain, strawberry pie, an excellent assortment of cheeses, fresh home made lemonade and a delicious stew. The most popular item was the very special cake which had an uninhibiting effect on those who partook of it, causing a most shocking public behavior which perhaps is acceptable for the local culture.

For awhile it appeared that some violence might break out and there was tension which seemed to be amongst a group of mostly demonic ones. Some of them looked familiar to me and I learned they are of the Clan Seid who were connected to Fiendish Pleasures in London. My sources, if correct, indicated that the powerful Madame Vedis has established the island for survivors of the recent catastrophe to find a sort of sanctuary. There were whispers of a price to be paid which may be of concern at some point but this was an evening of enjoyment, conversation and dancing in the square.

There were opportunities for folks to wander about and discover the many venues and charms of the island. It is mostly clean and well-kept although I was startled to find that at least one of those crazed squirrels from the park has made it’s way to Serenity Falls. None of the zombies, which I’ve seen with my own eyes, disturbed the guests in the square which was decorated in a most appropriate Midsummer Night’s theme.

I wandered amongst the crowd, listening for talk safe and decent enough to write about. It was difficult to discern who were visitors and who are residents of the island. Perhaps some will be part-time residents such as myself? I can’t help but wonder who might live in the dark caves near my apartment.

There were faces I recognized from London who’d been outside of my circle before. Most seemed to have weathered the recent changes well enough although a few I’ve concerns for their sanity. One in particular, a very bewildering case beyond my comprehension.

I felt at home as others seemed to as well. Someone there certainly knows how to organize an event that can be enjoyed by all. I did wonder about the peace keeping and law of the island while the moments of tension and veiled threats were occurring.

It was quite healing to have a festive social event after the recent tragedies that have scattered those of London to the four winds and ends of the earth and beyond.