The snow crunched under Etienne’s feet as he slowly and deliberately made his way across the great open space that would, in warmer weather, be a verdant lawn. It was a long way from the manor house to the stand of trees on the south side of the grounds, and already he was beginning to feel the chill. It would not do for him to be shivering with cold; it simply would not. Read the rest of this entry »
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Marie was late.
In and of itself, that was nothing new. Vraiment, she was always late. He ws convinced that this was not because she could not keep track of time (and anyway, she had ladies-in-waiting for that sort of thing). No, it was clearly a power play on her part. If she could keep you waiting, she was the one in control. And Marie liked being in control. In any case, if Marie expected you to wait…of course, you waited. Read the rest of this entry »
When he stepped off the train into the empty station, he felt not fear or apprehension but, rather, simple annoyance. He hesitated for a moment and turned to signal the porter, but the porter had vanished back into the car and the train was already pulling out of the station in chuffing clouds of steam. He was annoyed because it had been no small task to secure passage to New Babbage on such short notice (notwithstanding the urgent nature and secretly noble origins of the request), especially in a style to which he was most comfortably accustomed. He was annoyed because he could see clearly that, in spite of all extravagant promises to the contrary, no one was there to meet him. He was annoyed because he could see that the nearby hostelry was the Mechanix Armsâ€”no doubt a fine enough establishment, but it was not the Brunel Hall Hotel, where he had rooms reserved for his immediate occupancy. Read the rest of this entry »
It is not widely known that the Fae Airborne Legion played a critical role in several key victories during the Clockworks Campaign of 1864. In fact, the very existence of the Fae Airborne Legion is not widely known. This is doubtless due to the fae peopleâ€™s resistance to fame and publicity. Written history (human, of course, as the fae keep no such tradition) is all but mum on the subject. Nonetheless, oral histories of fae and human alike document and retell tales of decisive victories, such as the one at Gorham Grange, that would surely have been routs but for the contributions of the FAL. Read the rest of this entry »
Trace Osterham of Theosophy has made a rack full of probably the best sculptied prim tied bowties lindens can buy. They’re called Disserth, and they attach to chest and can be easily moved up or down to fit any buttoned-collar shirt you wear. At L$100 for a three-pack, they won’t break the bank either. My suggestion is to spring for the fat pack: 27 bowties for L$450 is half price. NoTransfer. Takaraduka (165, 142, 32).
When theÂ Gunmage arrived at Fort Stygian, he was struck by the sheer desolation of the place. He supposed that should have been surprisingâ€”after all, what did one expect of a place its residents had decided to call Stygian? And apparently with no irony whatsoever. His trek across the desert had been long and arduous, so imagine his dismay when he discovered that the fortified town had been built not encircling a spring or oasis but on the edge of a live volcanic crater, heaving with molten rock almost to the surface. It was truly a sight to behold, if one could manage to do more than squint in the sulfurous smoke and shimmering heat. He had heard that the magma well was reputedly a fantastic power source, although the means of extraction or conversation was apparently (and understandably) a profound secret. Hopefully this meant that he would have no trouble obtaining charge for his plasma-bulb weapons. Read the rest of this entry »
The Answer is Corbie Suit by hyasynth Tiramisu of Silent Sparrow. If I have to be more specific, Corbie in Ash (or limited edition Ghost).
Here is The Question: If you had to exist in Second Life with only one outfit, what would the outfit be?
For every-day walking around, I leave off the jacket and wear the jacket layer sweater like this. It is the balance of simplicity and character that I seek â€” simple rich black, but the interesting pattern of raven and vine on the left leg, on the right trouser cuff and on the back of the sweater.
The look of the sleeves â€” puffed but with elasticated wrists â€” is acheived by wearing the shirt layer and jacket layer together. The shirt layer arms are puffed but short, you use the jacket layer (or the tucked-in undershirt layer) to provide the wrists.
But if the occasion calls for a more formal look… Corbie also has a jacket. And it’s a great jacket! Read the rest of this entry »
I was more than a little amused when I read a recent comment from Rhys, something along the lines of â€œgoing more steampunk.â€ It was funny because I was already putting together a steampunk feature in my head, having realized that it had been a while since I had been to Babbage. Unfortunately, finishing it up took longer than I had anticipatedâ€”but here we are at last! Read the rest of this entry »
Tchaikovskyâ€™s ballet â€œThe Nutcrackerâ€ is, of course, an enormously popular holiday musical tradition for families around the world. It may well be the secular equivalent of Handelâ€™s â€œMessiahâ€. For many, there may be no more well loved musical experience. The story of little Marie Stahlbaumâ€™s victory over the evil Mouse King and selfless rescue of her beloved Nutcracker from his cursed state, restoring his true princely form, is the stuff of legend. Indeed, families by the score enjoy productions of â€œThe Nutcrackerâ€ every winter, and visions of sugarplum fairies dance in the heads of children everywhere on Christmas Eve. Read the rest of this entry »