Loves for a summer, loves for an afternoon, loves for an hour...none replenish the heart as much as the loves that last longer.
But with such rich bounty of love comes turbulence indeed, on occasion...
I've finally replaced the glitching ShopOnRez box, and am contemplating switching from HippoTech entirely, replacing my vendors with the OnRez ones. I haven't fully committed to the concept yet.
I'm still working on packaging new items up, and I really need to get back to work making dresses. I finally acquired a functional loop script, and the results, re skirtmaking, have been...well. They verge from horrific to hysterically amusing, and I'm not sure which is worse.
Though Fawkes says, one of the programming loops, I should save. If we ever needed ballgowns for centaurs, he says, I have the perfect skirt script.
Do centaurs even wear skirts?
I'm running, I'm running, wind in my hair, my feet striking the rich black earth beneath me. Dappled sun paints the forest path in gold and lime, emerald and moss, and the forest does the rest, adding depth and shadow. I run, I run, the day is warm, but cool under the branches. I run, I run, and look behind me--
It's not a nightmare. It's not even, truly, a bad dream. But I wake from it thinking there's something I'm missing. I'm having this one, in some variation or another, every few days for the past two weeks. So there's something my mind wants me to know...I just don't know what it is.
But it's not a nightmare. There's no sense of pain, of anguish, of fear, of terror. Just this...odd confusion. What am I running towards? What am I not seeing? These could be important things.
I press against the wall currently hemming me in, keeping me from...certain actions. One never wishes for a thing more than when it is denied, and I know this game, I know it well, I've played it from both sides. But, oh, right now, just now, every fiber of my being reaches out, my soul on its knees, begging wordlessly for the one thing I cannot, at present, have.
Wednesday is going to be a very, very long time indeed, spinning in my personal limbo. I have been good, I have obeyed, I have not pressed against the edict nor wriggled around the words said. But oh, it is so long, so long, the waiting...
The waiting is driving me crazy.
And every time I remember the touch of his lips, I tremble...
Which is, perhaps, the point...
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One would think centaurs might want to avoid skirts unless they are exhibitionist beasts. At the very least, one would want a sturdy set of glitch pants, as there would likely be a great number of glitches :).
What problems have you been having with HippoTech? Hank might be able to bring it up with the creator and see if they're in the queue to be fixed.
Miss Jameson: gad, you are right. And there's no way I can make glitch pants for centaur limbs. Eep. Well, never mind then, it was a thought.
Alex: it's less a problem to be fixed, and more a user error, I think--I know there's a way to make groups, I just forget how, and I'd have the same problem with OnRez, I suspect. B'sides that, though, I'm hoping to lower prims--the current 'low prim' version I have at the Penzance store cannot be easily resized, and clocks in at seven prims. Ideally, at this point, three would be good.
(AKA, we gotta get out of Penzance--238 prims is beginning to pinch.)
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