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Sojourn in Sindaria

When last we met, Jemmy was giving me the Dickens — in a joshing sort of way — over not properly introducing Morgan to the readers … in a Technicolor photoshoot of colorful alien skins and fantasial costumes.

To which … I agreed that she was right. And, as Morgan looked on in fascinated horror, I started to make my plans ….

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Feathers and Shine On the Giant’s Causeway

In the north of Ireland is a stretch of basalt columns known as the Giant’s Causeway, formed by a volcanic eruption. As the lava cooled while welling up from the ocean floor, it formed itself into hexagonal pillars that stretch out some meters from the actual coast itself. The locals, however, would have it different — they will tell you that the rocks are the remains of a bridge, rubble from the nearby coast which was dropped there by the Irish giant Finn mac Cumhaill to make a road to Scotland, there to fight an enemy. ‘Tis said that, on finding that the Scot was twice as large as he was, he beat a strategic retreat back to Ireland, where he was hidden, disguised as a baby. When the Scot discovered the “baby,” and saw his size, he had to reckon that Finn must be of a monstrous size indeed, and legged it home himself, tearing up the causeway behind him.

We picked up a fragment of the Causeway in Second Life, in a corner of Rustic Retreat, a fantasy-themed region that I investigated today. You can almost imagine giants and fae here ….

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Christmas Fashion 2 — Winter Fantasy

I was gonna invoke shades of The Nutcracker here, but this area doesn’t quite fit the bill. Oh, well, lol. It’s still pretty, though.

I’ve developed a partiality for United Colors, and this gown is one of their best. Lots of colors available, and you can choose either opaque or nicely sheer. (I’d go for the opaque for the party season, myself, but I don’t know what parties you’ll be going to ….)

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Morgan in London City

Morgan Vanderzwaan is brand new to Second Life, unlike “Old Hands” like me, or even Jem, who’s been in a few years now.  (And I can never get her to write a rezz-day piece, hint hint!)  She’s gradually starting to build a wardrobe that goes along with her style, which is a little edgier than ours at times, I’ve noticed.  But she still goes for taste and elegance for the most part.  (I think she’s younger than us, but we haven’t traded personal information like that yet.)

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Guardian of the Glade

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 ….

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Thank Heaven for Paris

I had to meet the photographer in Paris — but the only taxis were these vintage hacks.  But it was a fun ride!

Each time I see a little girl
Of five or six or seven
I can’t resist a joyous urge
To smile and say

Thank heaven for little girls
For little girls get
Bigger every day

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Traditions

 

4754 C. E.

Among the traditions that had held on in show business, the Green Room was one of the most persistent.  Nobody knew for sure why the room set aside as an actors’ lounge was called “the Green Room,” and Ariel Sherman had heard of many rooms that weren’t painted or otherwise decorated in green, but there the name was.  And when they had built the original Land of Fantasy Theatre out of the old pleasure house, Ariel had included a Green Room — though it was a touch more open to other people than just the performers in the revue — and insisted it be “correctly” decorated with green walls.  Though she doubted few theatres had ever gone in for expensive draped green satin wallpaper; but, with the seed credit the cyborgs of Videra had to start with, why not splurge a little?

She did the same thing some ten years later, when The Land of Fantasy added a supper club to the front of the theatre building.  Again, walls hung in green satin, gentle holo-abstracts and other artwork, and comfortable furniture provided relaxation for performers preparing to go on before the club’s patrons.  And, as the club’s first performer — a change from starring in the main revue for so long — there Ariel was, breaking in the room … with a nasty case of stage nerves.  Why in hell do I put myself through this? she wondered in her mind as she dragged hard on her cigarette holder.  Years of performing six nights a week, multiple interview appearances on the ‘screen, even two virt-vids to my credit by now, and I still get stage fright before an opening.

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