The Train Wreck Love Life

It started here: Now it's here: I am not sure this is an improvement. Complaints From Out of Nowhere Department, you're up: [07:12] Exxxxxxxx Lxxx: Belle Epoque is cheating Pardon? [07:12] Exxxxxxxx Lxxx: They advertise a whole outfit but when you get to the store its liek every individual piece of it is 25L [07:12] Exxxxxxxx Lxxx: So you need 200 to make the outfit and it would be 1 color only [07:13] mxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: welcome to sl. [07:13] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): Yeah, they've done that for a while now. Some of the outfits are gorgeous, though, and worth buying piecemeal. [07:13] dxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: yes i knoow [07:13] Exxxxxxxx Lxxx: I wqouldn't want to reqard someone so deceptive But...it's not deceptive? I'm unsure what your complaint is? [07:13] Dxxx Txxxx: thats how most stores do it [07:13] Exxxxxxxx Lxxx: I saw a male outfit liek that earlier too [07:14] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): I wouldn't say it's...

Short but funny: [10:46] oxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: I hate when that happens LOL, a group chat opens and you think the person is talking to you, not realizing it is group [10:47] Ixxxx Mxxxx: Especially if you're being naughty [10:48] Ixxxx Mxxxx: I never do that of course. *looks around and whistles* [10:49] Exxx Kxxxxx: squints her eyes stearing at him mhmm suuure [10:49] Exxx Kxxxxx: we are never naughty... [10:51] Ixxxx Mxxxx: Only when you're sleeping... and the jury is out on that one. ;-D [10:52] Hxxxxxx Sxxxxxxxx: or when you step away to make dinner and come back and go.. ok... the topic changed... lol [10:52] Exxx Kxxxxx: lol [10:52] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): "Wait, it was gardening, why is it now pregnancy huds, WHAT ??" [10:53] Hxxxxxx Sxxxxxxxx: pregnancy huds that fart? what??? o,0 [10:53] Ixxxx Mxxxx: Wrong seed planted? [10:53] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): Well, that's my go-to example for those situations because that was a home ...

I thiink I've pinpointed my exact problem with mainland event hosts: [14:03] CoolMan33 HUD!: ☆´¨) [name of artist] [14:03] CoolMan33 HUD!: ¸.•´¸.•´¨) ¸.•*¨) AMAZING [14:03] CoolMan33 HUD!: (¸.•´ (¸.•´ (¸.•*´¯`* SIMPLY AMAZING!!!! [14:03] CoolCool HUD!: ☸ڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— Í ƒєєι тhe 尺ђץ†ђм Õƒ the MUSIC! ☸ڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— ☸ڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— [14:03] CoolCool HUD!: the MUSIC , , , swaying [14:03] CoolCool HUD!: ☸ڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— Í ƒєєι тhe 尺ђץ†ђм Õƒ the MUSIC! ☸ڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— ☸ڿڰۣ-ڰۣ— Not only did this hostess do the all-caps, Facebook-language spam posts every five minutes or so, she also had TWO different huds to spit out this. Every five minutes or so. Ugh. In other news...oof, this went odd places. Left the group name in, anonymized everything else: [14:24] Axxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Anyone know a environment light that is close to black and white, as good as it can be I guess for selfies? [14:25] Cxx Bxxxxxx: that's a good question [14:25] Jxxxx Vxxx...

Hearing about this was fun--someone from SL decided to make a video about Bellefleurs for their Destinations YouTube channel. The problems I have with it, though--yes, trees have leaves. We get it. Also, they managed to miss the entire second floor of the mansion, as well as both gardens (outside of the one statue). Still, it's an actual video, the music isn't bad, and Belles is seeing traffic because of it, so...up side? So, this came up in a gifts and sales group, of all places... [11:04] axxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Good Evening all you wicked free people :) [11:04] Exxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Good evening! [11:04] qxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: good evening [11:04] Hxxxxxx Txxxxxxx: good afternoon [11:04] qxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: mortals [11:04] 1xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: [F**] OFF Meet today's thoroughly objectionable unseasoned chicken wing. [11:04] 1xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: good night [11:04] axxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: O.o [11:05] 1xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: morons [11:05] Rxxxxx Sxxxx...

I still battle with being heard. I may always. I grew up in a quiet place that became a vacuum if I spoke, and after a while, I got used to the breathless suppression. I internalized it, and made it the only way to be. I've been trying to vocalize ever since, trying to find the air. And even when I do, it doesn't always work. Two nights ago. Not quite drowning, not quite waving, somewhere in between. I just...needed...someone's arms around me, telling me it was all right, even when I knew it wasn't. I needed something concrete, something...expected. Didn't get it, quite. Not that I'm surprised. And I sat back and watched things fall farther and farther apart, and couldn't find the words. And when I did--when I actually asked for help--no one listened. So, I'm bad at this, I know that. I made plans to shore myself up, remantle, refocus, rebuild my walls, whether I'm using them or not. And then he says, maybe there's a signal we can...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXVIII .) Zack rubbed his nose, seeing red on his hand. He looked up to see Emilly staring at the blood, before she wrenched her eyes up to his. "Justine...um...what do we do when the medic needs a medic?" Zack got back to his feet, slowly. It looked painful. Justine shrugged. "I don't know! Phen isn't here!" "Great, but...what happened?" She reached a hand out, then dropped it. "Are you...?" Zack pulled a tissue from a pocket, lowering his head and pinching the bridge of his nose as he held the tissue against the bleeding. Emilly reached out again, touching his chest lightly this time. "Maybe...sensitive to interdimensional protrusions, or...time/space rifts?" He shook his head. "I'm...not sure...I almost felt like I received a punch of--my own magic." "Your own...wait." Emilly turned away, thinking. "You draw on the elements...and...that--thin...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXVII .) A frantic message over the comm in the Duchess' voice: " THE WINE KRAKEN ESCAPED !" There was a pause, and then..."Don't worry, I'm putting it back inside." Both Zack and Justine, in different zones, looked up in alarm. "Actually, wait..." came her next words over the comm. "You don't have a wine glass..." And then the signal cut off. Justine sent a comm to Zack. "I'm going--" "I'll be there," Zack sent back, and both scrambled for ships. Emilly for her part, had fought shifting the entirety of the day, but...as the sun fell, the urge was unavoidable, and she closed her eyes, the change moving through her. It still wasn't as smooth as she was used to, but it was no longer as excruciating, to take a new shape. She sighed when she saw the dark red skin, faintly glowing as if lit from within. Not...a good night to be around people. Rig...

Out of the blue in a store group--a store group of a skin designer, no less: [11:32] Sxxxxxxxx: 􀀀 .❀**•.¸.❀**•.¸.❀****•.¸.❀**•.¸.❀**• ♥ Diamond Sexy Girls♥ And really, do you need more than that to know it was posted in the wrong place? But I'm including the rest anyway, because I get to badly translate it through Google Translate: Приглашаем вас 22.05.....в 21.00 ...на вечеринку в восточном стиле!!! Лёгкая музыка в арабском стиле!!! красивые девочки в костюмах востока Открытый голосовой канал !!! Просто кинуть зад на кресла расслабиться !!! ! Отдохни от мира уйди в нирвану !!! Самая Строптивая DJ ..❀**•.¸.❀**•.¸.❀****•.¸.❀**•.¸.❀**•.¸ ¸. 􀀁 Which roughly means... We invite you on 05.22 ..... at 21.00 ... for a party in oriental style !!! Light music in Arabic style !!! beautiful girls in oriental costumes Open voice channel !!! Just throw your ass on the chairs to relax !!! ! Take a break from the world and go to nirvana !!! The Obstinate DJ So...it's a....

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXVI .) Emilly arrived on Tannhäuser Station, happy with the state of construction, and turned to the right, stopping as a security field shimmered over the opening, where the pod was exposed to space. Slowly, slowly, a linking pod rotated, slid into place, automatically. She blinked, turning around, and nearly ran into Justine behind her. "Is that--whoa," she started, seeing another pod float by outside. "Are we putting in a new command center?" Justine shrugged. "I am not sure. He hasn't said a word to me yet. He's focused and working really fast." Emilly grinned, and Justine shrugged again. "I'm not gonna bother him." The two women walked down the new connecting bridge, Emilly glancing out the windows occasionally, searching for the relative position of the Tannhäuser Rift, from the new Station. "He put furniture in the war room, so we can use that if we have to," Justin...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXV .) It took a long time to burn. She hovered until there was no trace of purple glow in the room, until even seared and searching senses could not discern a trace of the unnerving hum. Shaking with fatigue, she sank, to the now empty, quiet, tower room. After weeks of sustained hum, the crackle of eldritch fire, it almost felt... too quiet. She knew the room felt darker, now--not emotionally, per se, but simply no longer lit to a frenzied, virulent glow. She waited to make sure, but finally, she inhaled a slow, shuddering breath, and left the tower room. She paused, just below the short set of stairs up to the room. Something...wasn't right. She shifted, and it was a slow, discomfiting process, bones grating against bones as her will reassembled her flesh. Something was wrong. The world...glittered, oddly. She extended a hand, slipped it into n-space, fingers wrapping around a handle, ending up with a mirror she had not set e...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXIV.) Finally, the fire died down. Finally, she could breath air that wasn't smoke and heat. She rose on unsteady legs, weaving, calling something else in she'd hidden away, something she never expected to need again. Her lip curled. She was calling on too much of the succubus she'd once been, the succubus she'd thought well banished, but she had...to do...this. Tonight, while she was this dark. Tonight, while the land was quiet. Her lip curled, staring at the vessel, at the slow, liquid flames rising and falling inside. For every request, a sacrifice. She stabbed two talons on each hand deep into her wrists and held them over the fire in the vessel, watching as her blood fell, hissed, sank, subsumed within the slow-moving flames. Rising up again red, not yellow. Accepted. She leaned in, breathing in the offering, the flames returning to gold. Tasting ash and copper on her tongue. Falling into pattern. Sweep left, s...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXIII .) Sometimes, when the bad thing happens, it changes people. Sometimes they change those around them. And sometimes, it's not precisely a bad thing, but it changes people anyway. All she knew was...she'd gone dark in a new way. And she'd promised the Duke, she'd promised him, never to go dark around him again, and...she'd meant that, and she meant to keep it, but...he...wasn't...here. She was. And so was the rift. And she was dark enough now to go find the book she'd hidden in the library. Everything she yet remembered about the overlayering of the fae lands, distilled into making bricks inside of bricks inside of spaces inside of walls...and there, she'd left the book. Snarling, hissing...alone. She should have left it alone. And she read. The words lifted off the page and became tattoos on the writhing tentacles she fought to retain long enough. Seared across her neurons until her mind fel...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from Part LXXII .) The Duchess walked into the clinic, stumbling over a stray bit of cabling, and by the time she looked up, Zack stood in front of her. "Ah..good day, Miss Emilly!" Emilly widened her eyes. "Didn't mean to interrupt, just was checking out what you'd done. It looks wonderful!" Zack smiled. "Why, thank you--no, it's fine, I was just resting a bit." Emilly nodded. "That's perfectly fine." It was, essentially, his clinic, after all, even though it was on their land. "Did you manage to find a solution for the...creature on the rift's border?" he asked. She sighed. "It's...yes? But..." She shrugged. "You put the dome up, and we were very thankful, but by the time I went to investigate, it had managed to thin it enough to try to slip under the base?" She looked down, seeing it again in her mind's eye. "Couldn't quite manage. But, ...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXXI .) The Duchess looked around frantically. "Can STAN scan the house?" Deebs huffed out a breath. "I'm running out of concentration to channel..." Emilly blinked largely. "I don't know how effective the backup on the Prometheus is..." She looked over at Deebs, seeing the exhaustion drawing her face. "I bet," she murmured. Deebs shook her head. "I'm having to go older school, and actually use projectors." She watched Deebs get out a gun that was far less futuristic. She breathed in and nodded. "So...okay. Break this down. Energy weapons usually work, but not on this one. Came through the rift, which I thought I'd stabilized so Zack could cast his scrying whatever..." She sighed. "Zack threw up a dome around it, and it held until it broke out...right?" Deebs thought. "Does it keep part of itself out of phase, so it can pop up at will?" ...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXX . My gods, everything queued for today, WHYYYYYY ...) "My gods," Emilly said. "Everyone's taking potshots at the poor thing, it's going to get a complex." "So sorry," Deebs called out over her shoulder. "So, there's a round stone circle behind you..." She and Justine watched as Deebs rapidly walked away. "Or...she could walk..." She shakes her head. "Well, I'm going by port circle." She arrived on the rift circle pad, half a floor below the tower room, taking the stairs quickly. Deebs looked up as she opened the door. "...Not sure how selective this will be..." Emilly peered as Deebs unleashed bolt after bolt from the energy bow. "I'm not sure it's doing more than cracking the dome..." Which was worrying in itself. "Nor I." Deebs furrowed her brow. "Hhh..." Emilly looked closer. "And it's still abl...

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part LXIX . Written by Justine, Deebs, and Zack Starbinder.) Justine was in the laboratory, scrubbing down the table after having properly packaged up and stored the severed arm someone had carelessly left there, following double decon protocols, 'just in case'. She'd put it into the analyzer and was awaiting DNA results to see if she could identify where it had come from. Who knew, maybe the previous owner wanted it back. She was jolted from her reverie by thumping noises above the ceiling, loud enough to get through the music. Frowning, she took off her headphones and stared at the ceiling, thinking maybe she imagined it. THUMP THUMP . Nope, there it was again. She peeled off her gloves and climbed the stairs to investigate. Through the glass she could see the rift flickering, and the tentacles, but they seemed a bit more--active, today. She opened the door and was grabbed before she could even realise what had happened. She let ...