The idea of a virtual world is amazing in my imagination but the “reality” of much of it is disappointing. I see a lot that doesn’t impress me and I struggle sometimes with feeling I’m wasting my time looking for something worthwhile. When I think back to my initial enthusiasm about being a part of a role-play community and using imagination and creativity to write and act I feel sad for another dream falling apart. It somehow connects me to all the abandoned and poorly done projects in real life, all the times people I counted on let me down and it reminds me that often things are difficult to manifest and maintain.
My field isn’t education, technology, social media or anything that might involve SL professionally. I simply bring a curiosity, imagination, desire for socializing and play and yet I wish to do so in a conscious and thoughtful way as I do with many things I choose to engage with.
I’m delighted when surprised with something that amazes me in a good way, and so it was when I was exploring Sci-Fi areas and discovered the roleplay sim of the Science Innovation Company, or SIC. As usual with most sims, when I was there the place was empty except for one or two random residents for awhile. It’s described as a Blade Runner-inspired roleplay sim, but I don’t believe there’s groups to join. Perhaps people who like to play together just show up?
There’s an underground level shop with weapons and such for sale, but it things seem to be unstructured. In the street were the occasional robot thingies for people who like combat.
I’m very impressed with the build and spent a lot of time wandering around and I found much of it beautiful. I like every photo I took, something that’s never happened to me before. I felt comfortable and safe walking around and when I was finished I felt satisfied and good about my experience there.
Part of the time it was raining. In the third photo, Pearl had just had a bunch of boxes, papers and other trash fall on her and the street around her.
On Saturday, September 22, 1892 (tomorrow) there’s to be an IC benefit for the Serenity Falls hospital. It’s at 4:00 p.m., SLT. Pearl sometimes reports on events for the Gazette so she’s planning on attending.
The new hospital looks more like a spa than the dark London hospital in Legacies 1891.
The gala will be held on the third floor. Tickets are 100 coins in the LaRPs system. I’m sure observers are welcome, wearing Victorian or Steampunk attire and an observer tag.
This is the view of the square from the second floor balcony of the hospital.
There’s all kinds of creativity in SL. I noticed a blog post from a room designer who’s offering to leave the sets up for awhile for models to pose in.
Sometimes I can get very wordy here and other times I just like to take photos.
I’ve been maintaining my rentals in Torn Oak and Serenity Falls although when I’ve been logged there haven’t been rp opportunities. There’s been more difficulty with my viewer or my pc or SL and I just walk away when it gets annoying. I’ve read at least one more blog about the loss of private land “owners” during the last two years and I’m still intending to enjoy what there is of the creativity while it exists.
Here at wordpress, many of the blogs I first subscribed to have fewer and fewer posts.
This lighting was the region settings at the time I moved back into my cottage; it’s quite a bit brighter than Serenity Falls. The house had been rotated and moved since I last saw it. It took awhile to find my furnishings in inventory, so I hope it won’t be moved again. Things floating in the air like a bad dream, no thanks.
I’ll be uploading more photos of the Torn Oak sim, which has recently moved and is still a work in progress, to the Flickr page. Wyld Frostwych is the sim owner and Queen. She is really putting a lot into this roleplay sim.
Refusing to accept conditions, Wren packed her belongings including her dagger and the coins she’d saved from gathering items for the old woman and her tips from working in the tavern. Finding passage on a small ship, she traveled to what was called the County of Coventry.
Wren was relieved to see what appeared to be a thriving economy and a sense of cleanliness and order.
With her practical skills, there might be places that could employ her.
She wanders about the city, looking at the candle shop, Alchemists, butcher shop and the Great Hall.
As she looks about the area she meets a Knight who is courteous and asks if she needs assistance.
[13:40] “I am tending to my yard right now, but feel free to look around. The Countess of our lands lives yonder.” (pointing to the neighboring house)
Wren meets the Countess and has a brief and cordial conversation.
“I am Lady Dulci, the countess of these lands. And truly, we do try to be hospitable and as safe as can be here.”
Wren had made an inspection of the Inn earlier and is surprised and pleased when she’s encouraged to stay there a few nights in order to get a feel for Coventry. She considers this, although she wants to continue with her travels having lost a great deal of trust during the last few months.
After another meal and a rest by a stream she continues her touring of the land, enjoying a walk in the nearby woods. Feeling quite at home in the outdoors, she’s easily able to run from the wild animals she encounters.
[13:52] BADGER-H5 v2.00: Challanging PearlGrey Resident
[14:00] Wild Boar: Challanging PearlGrey Resident
[14:05] Stag: Challanging PearlGrey Resident
[14:07] Grey Wolf: Challanging PearlGrey Resident
“Now if only people were so easily dealt with.”
She returns to the Inn and makes arrangements to stay a few nights.
July 22, 1891.
Five weeks ago when I last wrote in this journal, I believed my life had settled into a rather predictable routine. Longing to leave the strange, dark London, yet not imagining how it would be possible, I resolved to make the most of my life and to enjoy what I could to my utmost ability.
Much has changed since then and new possibilities are on the horizon. With the temporary assistance of an Apothecary apprentice, I moved forward with the lotion crafting. We gathered seaweed from the shallow waters in TornOak and also went salmon fishing in the streams. My injuries from slipping on the rocks have healed and I’ve been moving about quite well.
My home at Number Ten, Beyond Darkness is gone, as is Foxtrotter and Grey’s, Katherine’s flat and other familiar places that have been a part of my life. My belongings have all been transported to my cottage here in TornOak, including the fishing equipment I’d ordered from Jackson Barnes, my scrying ball and this journal.
I cannot help but wonder if I’d left this journal behind, and if it had survived the rift and landed in some other place and time, would it be considered as fiction or the ramblings of a madwoman? Perhaps it would be as a note in a bottle thrown into the ocean? No matter, it is here with me now.
My goodbyes were said including to Borris, the spectre and gentleman who always had a cordial word for me at The Black Rose Cafe. He told me he is retiring to a place where fashionable men’s clothing is always available. When I inquired if he tells a different story to everyone, he remained silent in answer. We embraced, I disentangled my hair and necklace from his clavicle and ribs and then went on my way.
Life has been peaceful here of late. I commune with the goddess and go about my days with the small ways I so enjoy. Sometimes small ships come to the shore and I converse with those from far away. It was a great surprise to discover the occupant of one such vessel was someone I’d known in Northern Africa when we’d worked for the trading company.
A textile merchant who escaped with his life as did I after the troubles there, he told me of news that had never reached me and much of it is quite amazing indeed. I fear it has stirred my Roma blood and caused me to wish to travel the worlds even as I know it’s quite dangerous for a human alone.
That makes me laugh–I must get used to not speaking of races other than human if I’m to travel to Algiers. I must seem quite odd as it is already.
I’ve questioned some of the crews of the other small ships to determine if I might indeed safely travel. While Northern Africa seems quite a daunting destination at this time, I’ve heard references to a place called Serenity Falls. When I become fretful in this place and crave a bit of adventure, I might pack my small scrying ball, some lotion bottles and travel there in order to utilize my business skills. Dearly, I would love to see some of the lands I’ve only but read of.
My Avian companion, Lucas is well and continues to return to me. The sunshine and fresh produce here has given me a robust sort of health and my emotional pains are fading. It is a grand thing indeed to have the gift of life and choice.
My character Pearl, took a final stroll through the Vamporium sim in Second Life. I’m posting about it now because I doubt if I’ll want to do a rehashing, post-mortem later. The pictures are rather dark, as are the ones posted on my flickr page. As I’ve mentioned before, if I wait until I’m proficient at everything I’ll never get anything done.
The Vamporium sim was supposed to go “poof” at midnight SLT last night. I’m surprised to see it still standing as of now. Perhaps someone else has taken it over without the demolishing and rebuilding of it, for how long I don’t know. Most of the people in Legacies 1891 appear to enjoy very dark roleplay, where I do not and Vamporium is an excellent place for that sort of thing. If it’s a group of people, well good luck with that. That may sound cynical, but I’ve been aware of much behind-the-scenes drama in my brief experience in Second Life.
Regular readers of this blog have likely noticed that I tend to look towards solutions, the light side and that I believe most of the chaos in the world is a shift towards a more evolved way of life. Things don’t transform until we’re aware of them and I don’t care to spray paint pink color and glitter all over poop and call it good.
I’m certainly not an expert at the things I blog about here. We teach what we most need to learn and this is what has my attention. My perceptions and awareness that arises from the weird virtual reality that is Second Life is nothing that anyone wants to listen to inworld, hence the blog. When a reader finds it useful, inspiring, entertaining or even if they disagree which clarifies something for them, that’s icing on the cake for me.
Just as in real life, sim ownership takes more work than might first appear. I’ve often been an outsider looking in, both in real life and SL. When people are involved in a project and no one’s on the same page and a few have to take up the slack and get burned out, things can dissolve quickly and sometimes after ugly words. It’s even easier when it’s something like Second Life.
I’ll keep an eye on this. Of course, there’s much I don’t see behind the scenes and I have no intention of making this about gossip and other character’s privacy. Everyone eventually needs to learn how to effectively engage in group endeavors, whether in this timeline or another.