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Tales from Insilico — Suffering for Her Art

Read Part I here….

Read Part II here….

Caution:  some situations in this story, and some pictures involving nudity, should be considered NSFW/NSS

Jadzia lay curled up on the cot in the side room, seriously regretting every recent moment of her existence. This has to be the last damned time, she thought to herself as the nausea began rising up again.  As she edged her head over the side of the cot to find the hurl bucket, her mind went over the past twenty-seven hours of station time….

It had been over three months since she had finally paid off the “photo-etched” skin mod she had obtained at a “black” biolab; but the attention she had hoped for from talent scouts had never come.  Jadzia knew they were jaded in appetite, of course; they had seen it all and then some, it seemed, and you really had to be maybe a parsec out there now to even catch a glimpse from them, let alone get the attention of an agent.  But she thought this mod would have done it for sure!

There was only one thing for it — to try again, or to go back to selling herself in a different way.  Being a courtesan meant peddling her body, or at least certain portions of it, but being Shayana had paid the bills.  And she had been good at it, too, pleasuring both herself and her clients, and acquiring something of a reputation for it.  But you could only do so much whoring before something started seeping into your soul.  Remembering the peace she had felt that night in Atonement, the abandoned church-turned-club, Jadzia’s small core of self-pride asserted itself, and she resolved to try one more time.  She booked the appointment — not as obviously as calling a more reputable clinic to “set up an appointment,” of course — and showed up the night specified.

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Tales from Insilico — The DJ’s Freedom and Pain

Click here for Part I….

Caution: one photo below potentially NSFW/NSS

Some people felt that the life of a disc jockey — an archaic name for a job that had last seen a disc of any kind hundreds of years and a galaxy ago — was a mindless grind of cuing music files, fielding requests, and hoping that the boss would cough up the promised pittance, euphemistically referred to as “pay.”

Playing DJ at a club in Insilco

Jadzia begged to differ, at least while the music played.  To Jadzia, formerly Shayana the courtesan, the music was freedom, and the music was joy, and the music was escape from the blasted hell of the streets outside the club she worked at.  She was never more at home, never more comfortable, than when she was behind the music desk, punching up songs and mixing…. Read the rest of this entry »

Tales from Insilico — The Courtesan Seeks Atonement

When the courtesan Shayana heard that one could find atonement in Insilico, she had hoped for more than just another place to ply her “wares.”  Instead, she found more of the same, at least on the upper floors.

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Atonement, Insilico

Even in the gritty streets of Insilico West, you can find Atonement.  A former cathedral, it looks to be pretty well unconsecrated now, though some of the iconography is still inside — and enhanced in the cyber-fashion typical of this region.  Today, it serves as a club, and it looks like a rockin’ club at that.

Teleport to the doors….

Apocalypto

I’m plotting a review of Hair Fair 2008 — my first Hair Fair, it should be noted — for a future article.  For now, though, I’m looking at some pieces that I bought before I started slogging through the treacle fudge of the Rezzable sims (grin).

Specifically, this:

(There are three more pictures, including the entire outfit I created, at my Flickr stream.)

The story behind this:  I first spotted the wig on the head of Bettina Tizzy in her own stream.  If you haven’t learned how much I love spiraly, spiky, massive hair that’s bigger than a Baltimore B-52 and Not Possible in Real Life, read this old article (whose offer is no longer in effect, as Sinnocent’s dog is all better [grin]).  So you can guess that I just had to turn my nose up at this design (bigger laugh).

However, the hair is not a separate (unless we can bug the designer enough; then maybe he’ll consider!).  It comes as part of a post-apocalypse package called Survivor from AVZ, and this is what the rest of the costume looks like:

I especially like the breastplates made out of cogwheels (grin).  I’d actually have no problems wearing this if I was running around the Junkyard — very Tina Turner out of Mad Max:  Beyond Thunderdome — but I just didn’t feel like this at the moment.  So it became mashup time.  For more and better picturs of the final results, see my Flickr set; the details are:

  • Shape/skin:  Issigoni (Ayumi)
  • Hair, beads, and the bracer on the left wrist:  AVZ Survivor (from the full costume; not available as a separate)
  • Eyes:  Gaslights Emporium (jade green)
  • Corset:  Last Call (Milena) (no longer available)
  • Shorts:  DnG black leather
  • Boots:  DollyRock — the tallest boots I’ve found yet in the uppers!  (Not inside the main store; shoes are in an outlier storefront on the property)
  • Duster:  TorkTastic simple leather coat

Better running around in than a steel bikini, wouldn’t you say?

Frankly, as you can see from the last picture in the set — I finally found some good light for a closeup this morning — this is a hairstyle that you could study for an hour.  AVZ spent a lot of time (and prims) constructing this wig, and it has all sorts of goodies in it, from the network of steel rods to the little baubles that decorate it.

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