Sitting in the bar of the restaurant, waiting for her friend to show up for their dinner date, Zana Sherman sipped at a Saurian brandy, and smiled to herself a little. She had been reading a book published some 2,000-plus years ago, assigned by her current literature professor, and one section applied quite nicely to sitting in a bar —
The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
She smiled more, and wondered if a “Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster” would have more effect on a cyborg’s brain than normal alcoholic beverages.
In the end, though, she was content with her brandy, and the companionship of a good friend … a hard thing for her to find, as the fame of her mother, Ariel Sherman, tended to encourage the approach of chancers. True friends were valued by all the cyborgs, but especially by the Sandhara-Sherman clan, with its standing in terms of wealth, fame and Republic society.
Jem and I were planning on doing an outfit or two from the new round of Tres Chic, which almost always have some great outfit to write about. Sadly, this time we didn’t find any clothes in the event (though I’m wearing hair and boots from this month’s round). But we did find goodies we loved while we were in the sim. After all, sales like Tres Chic, or sales inside individual stores, are meant to draw business in, so that customers will take a look at all the other goodies inside. In an event’s case, you can think of the event as the “anchor store,” and any other stores around benefit from the business the anchor draws in as collateral sales.
Summoned from the waters of the sacred spring, the Guardian watches over the Glade of the Goddess, fending off those who would profane the holy shrine with their violence ….
Harper hasn’t written much about Zana Sherman as a grown adult yet in her Ariel Sherman stories; she’s mainly looking at Zana’s early years when she puts the girl in one of her Ariel stories. But she does have one story, where she has Zana in her twenties appearing between the main sections of her as a child, getting ready to watch a documentary of her life as the first naturally-born cyborg. (It’s a long story; she’s outlined it for me, so ask Harper for the details.) When she wants a photo of Zana as an adult, Harper comes to me.
Sadly, the story I was going to write just isn’t working out yet, so I’ll go ahead and publish just the photos. It’s always been my goal on this blog to publish as good a quality as I can; I don’t always see it the same way after time and exposure, but I try to achieve it. (One reason why we don’t publish that often. Sucks for our visit numbers, but it makes me feel better in terms of what I put up for those who do stop in.) I may revisit this one day, when the muse strikes me properly.
A very quick note today to mention a few of the Black Friday sales. When I went into Glitter, I found these two dresses at a fantastic price, and for once I persuaded Harper to pose with me instead of me with her. In addition, Vanity Hair is also half off through Monday, so go and check Tabitha’s stuff out!
(Why are we in gold skin? Harper was dressed as her cyborg singer, Ariel Sherman, while she’s cleaning out some inventory and old outfits, so I changed to Ariel’s daughter, Zana, to go along with her and make things easier for her. Harper will need to tell you one day the full story behind Ariel, her husband Adam, her daughter Zana, and their family friend, Dara Furtano-Fa, all of them cyborgs.)
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Both of us wear:
Head: Akeruka Bento (me in Vanessa, Harper in Elen)
Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Hands: Vista ProHands
Skin: Fallen Gods Pure (Gold)
Eyes: NeurolaB Cyber Eyes EX-5
I (as Zana) wear:
Hair: Vanity Hair Glittering Highs
Gown: Glitter Infatuation (Ruby; skirt includes applier)
Boots: KC Couture Xandra
Jewelry: Mandala Haramita suite (choker, bangles and earrings)
As our shuttle approached the spacedock, Jem glanced to her right and said to me, “Why the devil did the traffic computer assign us to land up here? It doesn’t look that busy to me; I only see that green shuttle down there, and there was almost nothing around the main station pad.”
I shrugged briefly, focused on feathering the thruster controls. Takeoffs are nothing, Real Life or Second Life; it’s always the landings that kill you …. “You take no chances in space. Traffic Control must have spotted something out there, so it shifted us to this dock. Fear not, Jemmy; the ways of the traffic computer are simply mysterious, and beyond mortal ken. Sometimes they’re beyond the ken of the traffic computer, too.”
Second Life® with Harper, Conan, Jem, Diana and Morgan
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