There are only about six components from the first set of avatars here; I’ve not created any of them. It was a bit of luck and coincidence that I found this frame-like object to “sit in” and I’m really pleased with the look, although the photo could be cropped for better composition. As always, you can click on the photo to see it larger.
Photos taken at Francesca.
This is on midnight setting. I had created a male alt to play with these since Pearl has been complaining about frequent costume changes for some time. The basic free male AO made for some odd poses.
The above photo is with the Framegirl shape which is a little more substantial but I like the Metabird shape for this avatar the best.
If anyone really wants my “recipe” for this avatar, let me know in the comments and I’ll look it up.
I’ve been stretching myself thin in both SL and real life lately. It was quite a help to take most of these photos within a few days time and schedule the posts in advance. This project is one of the most enjoyable and insightful that I’ve looked into in SL; I’m pleased I have a record of my experiences in these posts. I intend to return to mixing a few more components in the future.
Photos taken at The Looking Glass
We were both procrastinating on projects we were working on, instead going to Midsomer Meadows wearing our totally different style outfits; I had bare feet and he wore heavy boots.
Our rp characters shouldn’t plausibly have been friends; his was quite dangerous but Pearl charmed him and so we ended up chatting OOC instead of Pearl getting murdered.
Tonight I also got a little tarot reading which was very illuminating; we had fun with no agenda, just two people behind avatars taking time for each other and chatting from different sides of the world.
March 7, 1893
Pearl played for the Queen in her new red gown. The Queen wasn’t actually in the room; Victoria was elsewhere in the world, England to be precise, if she were still alive. Pearl didn’t know for sure because there hadn’t been any news on the island for quite some time. It was 1893 and Victoria would live for eight more years.
Glancing up at the photograph above the piano, Pearl played her best, which was only average but inspired and that may be more important after all.
Having been born and spending her childhood in France, Pearl hadn’t had Victoria for a Queen for most of her young life. That changed when she found herself in a weird, alternative version of London for what seemed to be an eternity but was actually less than a year. Having learned she had to create a sense of home for herself wherever she was, she’d looked to the larger-than-life Monarch for a sense of normalcy in the nightmarish world she’d found herself in.
London seemed long ago and so far away now. There was no one around to wear the gown for; she’d finally put it on to play to the empty room in the tavern and to the portrait of the Queen. She’d found the dress packed away in one of her trunks months before, and was looking forward to an opportunity to wear it–an opportunity which had yet to arise.
She continued to lose herself in the music and this let her forget for a while one of the real issues at hand; the ships had stopped coming to the harbor. Not only had there been no news of politics, the theater and of ladies fashion, which she was sure was all changing, but there had been no supplies delivered of late.
There was plenty of liquor in the tavern and she had a fair amount of wealth but the ships had simply ceased arriving. She’d taken careful stock of her food supply, the chutneys she’d made during the winter and the dry goods in the pantry. She’d found a shovel near the open crypt, the one with the coffin and strange altar, nervously borrowing it to turn over some soil to plant a small garden. There were still tea and scones to be gotten at the Café Serenity and Hester never seemed concerned about anyone starving, although she hadn’t been forthcoming with any details, being as efficient and brisk as ever.
It was likely that all was well; still Pearl could not help but wonder. There were signs that others had been about the island although she rarely saw them.
She sighed and got up from the piano to pour herself another brandy and then raised her snifter in a toast to the portrait of the Queen.
Photos taken at Raven Lake Fathoms.
Wednesday afternoon, Ballet Pixelle performed “En Passant” and it was my first experience of attending ballet in Second Life. I arrived early, wearing a top, wrap skirt and boots. This photo was taken a while before the performance because I wanted to relax and not disturb anyone. More than half the audience were dressed formally and it was quite nice to see the men dressed so.
It was recommended to set the sun to sunset and to hide our display names and tags, something I had no idea could be done. It was easily edited in preferences, a place I don’t really know my way around. I plan to do this in the future at events, I think.
A playbill was given as a hud to wear; pages could be turned. I haven’t looked through it yet but we were told it can be placed on a book shelf in our home and I think that’s really cool. For the enjoyment of all, these instructions were given:
Before the performance begins, we ask that all patrons remove or detach facelights, AOs, bling and scripts which might chatter or otherwise disturb other audience members.
During the performance, please use IMs for conversations. We thank you for this courtesy.”
The performance went really well. I know almost nothing about chess, yet it made enough sense to me because of the information in chat. The ballet is in three acts and you’ll be prompted to restart your music stream at the beginning of each act to sync with it. The music is lovely, composed and played by a Japanese resident for this ballet.
There were a few of those unique SL moments; a lady sat on my head for several seconds and a resident who was one day old was asking in chat “but how do you sit?????????”. Later that resident tried to walk onto the stage during the performance but there was some kind of invisible barrier and everything went on in a good way.
Afterwards, the audience was invited to see the stage and meet the dancers. I was intrigued by what they were saying about getting “autographs”. You click on the autograph pad the resident is holding–that brown thing the avatar on the left has–and it gives you a texture with the dancer’s photo, which is autographed and dated with the month and year.
When I inquired about it, I was told it was made for them by Mo Hax. Then Tik Merlin, one of the dancers, customized the script for them.
This is their sixteenth ballet and I wish I could have seen previous ones but I simply had no idea this sort of thing happened until recently. I am in awe that people from all over the world work together to create something like this and I hope they have some idea how greatly it’s appreciated.
I was walking over to the area to sign up for a subscription when I sunk through the floor and was trapped to such a degree that I had to teleport home. But I’ll be back.
The next performance is on Sunday, March 10 in the afternoon.
Then I went to one of my favorite places, The Gulf of Lune, where these photos were taken. I’ve done nothing to edit them, as usual.
The Dolphin Cafe and The Gulf of Lune are part of the Calas Galadhon Park sims.