MY GREATEST FEAR!--At The Blarney Stone, anut frankfurt is having one of my greatest fears! In her viewer she sees herself still wearing what she had on, but everyone else in the bar saw her the way you see her now. (me in background)

We of course told her she was "Test femaled" and helped her 

Toxia-- Dante93 and paress enter the Continuum Factory to steal things and blow things up- I attempted to improve paress, injecting her with a serum, Dante pulled weapons, so I set off the alarm. (nobody came, as usual)

Two fun roaming members of the Toxia RP community. Lag is horrid but the RP is fun if people show up

New York Ballroom is gorgeous! I danced with the charming Navy man named "Black" Mmm Men in uniforms,,,

Romance is a Rose- a short but Titanic Story

We have many transformation machines at the Hypnotic Shoppe

   I was helping some of my associates at the Hypnotic Shoppe, restoring  the memories of a happy satisfied customer who asked to become blissfully ignorant, happy, and satisfied with life. The dollification was a success, and they were now very happy, blissful and brain-wiped.  I guess the world and family members the customer was running from, did not want them escaping into nirvana; they paid us to give the initial customer back their memories, worries, former body and ulcer. The mental backup was easily restored, but the biological body's "squishy parts" were already sold to a scientist in New Babbage. SOOooo,,, No blissful state, and no original shape- stuck in a doll body, and all their money refunded. Nobody involved felt very happy. Myself, I have never been displeased with my design, the shortcomings of the winding spring, weight, speed, etc. My creator designed me to be me, and do what I was intended to do. I think people become upset with themselves or their lot in life when they try to use a rose as a screwdriver.  It was just as we finished that  I received a courier at the door.

   "Miss Doll, " it began. I always smile when I am addressed this way. There are millions of hot new dolls and action figures on shelves right now, waiting to make someone happy. The new battery power makes the new dolls so quick, and well,, so much lighter than clockwork. To refer to me as Miss Doll,  seems to say that there is only one, or that I somehow exemplify them all, which anyone would agree is a very flattering thing to do, right? It may also be that I have a poor grasp of human language, and am flattering myself. However if left undisturbed, deluded and not faced with the harsh reality, this is also a pleasant state! If never before, a rose or flower you did see,, how gorgeous to you then would the dandelion be!

   The letter went on to say that there was a Grand Ball that night! The largest most opulent ship ever built was to host a party with live singers and formal dancing, by invitation only, and I was being invited!

He was from a rich family across the ocean, in the land of Zindra, of which I have heard many stories. Surely he would notice my gown was from last year's runways! and my shoes are 2 years old!  I ran out the door, getting to the shore of Cape Wrath's chilly but pretty North Coast, when I realized it would take a very long time to swim to my favorite tailor of gowns. Nobody noticed thankfully- what a Ditz doll I can be! I hopped on the train thinking, "A rose will never be inducted into MENSA."

   Utopia had one dress on the rack that fit me, called "Juliet". I occasionally have difficulty with "off the rack" clothes. Humans are not the same proportions as their dolls they design, it seems. I wonder, do they do that to idolize what they are not and can never physically be, or to set a standard with their children, playing with the goals and medical procedures they will seek one day? Such thoughts I have, silly I know! Should roses play games in which they grow up to become humans?

   The train was quick to N-Core, and the most gorgeous set of shoes was made in exactly the same color as my dress! They fit well, no weird fitting procedures needed. A stop at Amacci for their latest up-do hairstyle, and I felt MUCH better! I hoped he would like the color, they lightened my hair just one step, to go with the powdery blue of the dress. It reminded me of the water of the ocean, glittering off the beach.  I made a note to ask him if he liked the beach, and about his job, and not to mention children or bank accounts, as I am told it is very poor manners on a first date.

   The pier surged under my feet, making it difficult to walk up the plank and onto the opulent "floating hotel"! Hundreds of couples walked by me as I waited, some in amazing gowns, crisp tuxedos, some in smoking hot dresses tightly wrapping their bodies, some men even wore jeans and T-shirts! Though a man in jeans is the same worth as a man in silk, if one goes to an amazing formal dancing place in Second Life, they really should match the venue. Tuxedos at rodeos are equally misplaced, right?  Roses by their nature, are quite a formal flower.

   "Message for Miss Doll! Excuse me, are you Miss Doll?" The young girl stared at me as if she recognized me! "Well, kinda,, " I started. She explained quickly, "Cuz, I thought uh, well you look um, with the uhh thing in your back turning,, and uh, I had this doll when I was young,," I was so flattered!  I almost wished I had been her doll, what a friendly and pleasant person! What adventures we would have had. I wish I had not gotten that cable though.
   "Hey sexy, got a orgy going, forget that junk, do you later"
   Not even signed. He did not use my name, or his. I may just be a doll, but I have noticed when humans admire respect or find worth with any thing, they attach a name to it, and quickly try to attach their name as owner. That kerplushh sound was my spirits  falling into the dark cold waves of the ocean. I really did not need to go on that opulent ship anymore, but I had gotten so, um,, "wound up",  it seemed to propel my feet up the ramp. Manning the rail as the ship set sail, my saline added to the surging froth below, and seemed to make me happier, knowing that the tears of failure and loss can also keep you afloat and alive on a beautiful floating hotel such as this. True, I was created to make people happy, but maybe not him? Maybe someone on this ship was feeling blue, and needed pleasant company? I could be that, for them, or some other friend!

   I ran to the young assistant girl and asked her to send cables to several friends and see if they could meet me on this momentous night, on this incredible ship.  She had hopeful eyes, and a hug later, I entered through the vendor store area, into the Grand Ballroom. I would have loved to have sauntered in like I owned the ship, but honestly it was more like a quiet timid state of awe.
   I asked for a drink and carefully sat at the bar, the live singer keeping the room bouncing and swaying. She was so good!
  The purser skulked down the stairs and stood looking at me, wadded cables in her hand. I looked up with a hopeful query on my face. Her returned expression said it all, and then she cocked her head with a shrug, looking quite sympathetic. At least, if this night ended like this, I could say I had heard a great musician, and met a lovely soul. I stared at nothing in particular, not really thinking about anything, allowing myself to rock with the ship, hum along to the music, and enjoy the brisk air and pretty decorations. Roses ride well, atop a long thick shaft of painful thorns.
 

The enormous ship has 2 ballrooms, 2 vendor areas, posing areas, berths, even the car in the hold from the movie!

Roses know that as cold as night can be, dawn always rises.

   "Excuse me, I think I recognize you from the Symposium on Lolita clothing, are you Professor Charisma?"

   I brushed my bangs from my eyes and sat up. "Um,, yes,  I am. Please call me Wendy, and you are..?"

   "I am Michael, Lord Macbeth of Macbeth Manor, Winterfell. May I join you?" His large powerful hand shook mine, smile and eyes of brilliant blue cascading down from an Old World warrior's frame, wrapped in a crisp silk-blend tuxedo. His family crest ring cost more than I made at the University in a year.

   Have you ever had your heart leap so hard so fast that it felt like your power cog was going to explode out of your chest? Did it scare you too? Did you stand up anyways and find yourself dancing in silken circles?

   We talked of universities, of his penchant for horses, and his poor island. He owned an island, in the far southern land of Austral, but just like Atlantis, Austral sunk into the sea leaving many homeless. At least Lord Macbeth has his holdings in the Steam lands.

   I might suggest you dance with nobility some time-

   I might suggest you take a walk under the stars on a romantic ship with nobility some time-

   I might suggest you pose on the churning, surging bow, letting the spray invigorate your skin through sheer fabric, as you are held closely from behind by nobility-

   We talked for hours, then thanked the hostess- the very talented and caring staff attend to your every need- for such a lovely evening. Lord Macbeth mentioned showing me his place, having a ship alongside this one, and I said certainly, but just for one drink. I had to get home soon. His ship was a submarine! Called The Nautilus, it was comfortable, and very fast! but it is disconcerting to be underwater in a small vessel.

   I might suggest you sit up till dawn laughing and talking with nobility some time-

   He rowed me back across the Winterfell Strait in a canoe, just as the morning hues sprayed across the eastern sky. it was breathtaking, and as beautiful as any rose ever created.

   I of course told everyone at the shoppe about my amazing evening! After a quick shower and dress change, we talked more about the strange turn of events, and the nobleman. We cackled as my friends made several rather bawdy suggestions, and I admit I will keep them private, as some ideas might actually get used!



   Then, Candi handed me the morning paper, and we all stood speechless-

Roses are made beautiful by creation, made dangerous by necessity, and made valuable by its fragility. They procreate and send off shoots to keep the dream of their Creator alive. Roses know, the day their first Springtime bloom is given to a young lover, that in time, Winter will come. Most importantly, roses know they are roses. I thanked my Creator for what I was still to be, and whispered a prayer for the roses now lost in Winter's  sea.
(RMS Titanic is a really amazing Sim, very formal and enforced, very romantic, and just a touch of romantic sadness. It can be laggy and you might need to ask the management to help TP you in, on really busy nights. It was VERY busy the night of April 14 2012, the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.)

 

The Blue Mermaid Dance in Caledon: I was asked to dance tonight with THE Baron Klaus Wulfenbach! I am certain everyone could hear me ticking and my oil surging over the lovely music, what a grand evening! He found my key a bit chatty, I must speak to Rygel...

Solcar , he says he is a drow here in Mystic Fantasies- he is very nice, and gave me this glowing ring!

“Help me Wendy, you’re my only hope!” Rescue From Terra Isabella

   Walking home from the Blue Mermaid Dance Emporium is such a pleasure, in the warm Spring evenings, such as we have been having in Caledon. The crickets sing along with the cicada, croaking bullfrogs building up a bass rhythm from the Moors. Caledon On Sea has its lapping waves, and the calling gulls.  The wail of the steam locomotive  in the far off distance, “pishting” and “shushing” as it struggles up the Brigadoon Pass,  tells you exactly how far you have left. The night sky brightens with the glow of the city of Penzance, then darkens and cools with the breezes off the coast. There, by the fast currents of the Caledon-Winterfell Strait, is the train station, and just beside it, the humble Victorian home remodeled into The Hypnotic Shoppe.  Rich in scenery, anyone would enjoy the casual walk home.

   Just in the door however, I heard a voice from the Audio-Videograph, usually only secret messages from the organization Timeforce 10 come through, but there it was- a muffled, frightened voice rising up from the brass machine! I looked about, seeing nobody present, and opened the screen.

The Mesmograph at the Hypnotic Shoppe- all employees have access, and other gadgets

 

   “Help me Wendy, you’re my only hope!” Candi is a friend of mine, and occasionally works as a display for the shoppe- she loves dancing and fun places like me, though she tends to like more dangerous places than this young being of Clock-Craft cares to visit.  She knows I have been learning the mystic mantras of the Jedi at the Yavin sim. Normally she makes Star Wars comments with a giggle. Now she was terrified, and asking for my help!

   What would you do? If someone thought so highly of you, that they paid you the honor of requesting your help, would you help them? How could I not?

   She gave me coordinates, telling me to bring my machete and bug spray, and help untangle her from an evil forest.  I wrote down the flight clearances while refueling the RCAF Rescue Gyrocraft. I had a few more minutes, so  I changed into a gorgeous outfit from Gisaci, just meant for jungle adventures!

 

   “Take care of the place,, I have to help a friend in trouble!” I told Britney, handing her the keys.

   “Why? She’s never helped you, has she?” Britney  was a great businessperson, true, a fair enough human I think, and I really did not have a good answer for her. I rested my hands on her arms, shrugging and looking up at her model – like frame with a sheepish smile.

   “I guess, because that is what dolls do.”

The Forest, at Terra Isabella; Wild and dangerous (And Fun!)

 

   I landed as close as I could near the Graviton-Electro-Radio Responder which my friend Candi  had activated.  The dense trees and lush bushes were intermingled with bizarre colorations of vegetation, and twinkling, glowing, lights. Were they lanterns of wandering fairy folk? Were they glowing rock formations? I tingled  all over. How exciting this was!  Sure, you probably have this happen every day, as you head out, leaving  your favorite toy or doll in your bed or in her apartment, or in your back yard. Sometimes you played that your doll was in trouble, and you came to her rescue. But we rarely get to be the ones doing the rescuing!

 The maps from the Caledon Library System called this place, “Terra Isabella  “ with a little symbol meaning danger. How could it be dangerous? It was full of life, growth, teeming with activity. I grabbed my machete, Lasso, and medical bag, stating to the air, “How lovely, I may build a treehouse here!”

  That was when the thorn bush grabbed my medical bag and my coat! I laughed; the flowers were very pretty, it was funny that I was hung up on a few thorns. I pulled again.

Ooh, this silly rose bush! I tried to pull my medical bag and hooked my shirt! I had to smirk, it was almost comical! stuck in a dangerous place like this without my shirt! I pulled with force this time.

My gorgeous, and expensive Gisaci  shorts and shirt were snagged and totally irretrievable! Little scratches covered my arms and legs! This stupid plant deserves nothing less than the machete!

an hour later, I was dressed and little worse for wear, though I had regained a new impression on this forest- I certainly would need to transplant these bushes if I was to have a treehouse here.

   "Wendy!  Over here! Hurry,,, please,,,"
   Candi sounded tired, or drugged? What in the world was happening! I jumped up, swinging my bright pink machete  in front of me. I felt very much in control of my destiny, running thru brilliant wild flowers and around the ancient trees, hacking at the enormous spider webs,,

Most RLV traps, including the spider webs, have short timers, or puzzles to release. I found no long timers.

SPIDERS??
   Ever since that huge cave spider held me in its poisoned lair and forced me to think and do its bidding, I have had a powerful apprehension of them! There was no way I was going to be the wind up toy of a 20 foot arachnid! I kicked and swung with all my might, finally freed of the gooey stuff.

 
   "Candi? Candi!!"
   I could hear noises nearby, and without worrying you too much, they did remind me of digestive juices,,,  but the woods were so lush, and thick, and, well,, dangerous! On the ground, I found her footsteps in the soft mud, and knew she was close. I leaned against a tree, getting my bearings, looking for Candi in the safety of the Tree's shadow.

I was mistaken.

   Still, All hope was not lost! I had a machete! Wait, that was stuck in the spider web. Well the heel of my Bax boots was sharpened, a simple dance maneuver and I would be able to use the heel as a knife, or a weapon even.

Nope.
A warm, sticky sap began pouring from the tree, near my head. I leaned my head forward, but the rest of my body was quickly coated in the sweet smelling, tingling fluid.

The thick goo hardened nearly instantly, building in thickness as more of the viscuous, sickly sweet smelling sap ran over my body and down to the grass. my toes were tingling from the strange amber seeping between them, which meant of course, that once again this stupid forest had destroyed my clothes! It simply could not get worse!

 Wrong-
With a loud crack, the amber broke free from the bark and laid me on my face in the grass.

  I gasped.

  I gasped again.

  Humans, I understand, cannot hear their heart beating, but when it stops, there is a very alarming sensation of pain, a loss of pressure, loss of body muscular function, senses  dim and fail, and a difficulty and inability to breathe.

   I gasped one last time. There was no ticking.

   The amber had hardened around key shaft. My left leg jerked and my hips began bucking, barely noticeable when caught in the amber. The mainspring was being driven by the internal pressure, but without the ability to release, from the key's movement or my own, the ending would be soon, rather violent, and what would be left of me, would be very unattractive. Unable to speak, I felt one tear run down my cheek. I had learned that rescue is not a game, it has very real dangers for all involved, and those who wish to rescue others, those who would be true heroes, should know first how to avoid danger in the first place, and secondly how to rescue themselves, if necessary.

   My hips were bucking wildly now, slamming back and forth within the rock like encasement. I thought, "I shall be quite bruised," which is funny since after the hydraulic system explodes, bruises would be the least of my concerns.

   CRACK

My hips had vibrated and slammed into the amber so hard and so fast, it had cracked! Ticking heralded the return of my body functions, and I quickly gathered up the amber pieces and removed what was left clinging to me. I was left without my clothing, staring at a voodoo idol, like a teddy bear, rough material stuck full of needles, coarse thread barely holding it together. (top right of picture)

Many of the voodoo items and statuaries are RLV or scripted in some way

Hmm, material,, thread,,, needle, , , , , There are times, quite often in fact, that the many lessons I was taught, of cooking, cleaning, sewing, often seen as old fashioned, have come to save the day of rainy Sunday afternoon, or night before a dance recital, and now, a rescue mission! The worth of the old fashioned skills can not be exagerrated.

A few minutes later, I was on my way.

And there she was. I stood in shock, nearly tranced by what I saw.

   Candi was barely visible, seemingly floating within the trumpet of a large tubular plant!

Trapped, so high, there is no way to free her,, or is there?

   I watched helplessly as the large flute like plant writhed and undulated, the sound of its fluids squirting and flowing as she was squeezed and stimulated was um, sickening,,, well,, no that was not the word I was going to use, but I will.

   In moments like this, young dolls retrace their steps! But smart ones do not step on the same traps going back. Very soon after, I had the lasso from the gyrocraft!

  
   I was filled with an internal power I had not felt before- it was more than anger, more than loss of Gisaci clothing, more than nearly dying encased in amber, eaten by spiders (of which I am terrified), it was that my friend was there, going thru all this as well, and she needed to live! She deserved to live.
  I was going to invest all my skills, tissue and ticking to save her, not from the horrid end, but for the wondrous future she could, and should, have!

I lassoed her easily but that silly plant just would not budge! As the tube wavered, Candi's hair blew in the wind, her eyes glazed over with a strangely serene expression. sighing and moaning, I knew she was at least, not in any discomfort. She would not notice if I ran off for a minute,,,,

AND GOT MY GYROCRAFT! (Barbie does not possess one, so I am told!)

This trap is a puzzle, press arrow buttons, in sequence, and you crawl free

Candi's eyes opened, and she screamed in shock as the lasso squeezed around her ribs. She began kicking and squirming, throwing her arms left, then right, right again, jumping up, till finally, with a nauseating slurping sound, the plant's vacuum was broken, and the sticky, foamy body of my friend  was hoisted on board the RCAF Rescue Gyro!

The World's End cafe, in Steam Sky City, Caledon's airborne city

Candi and I cleaned up in the basement of the Hypnotic Shoppe, and while she slept there I hooked her to the Mnemonic Recorder. I cannot wait to watch the recording and see what she went thru!  I will not tell her of course, that would only upset her, and humans get so upset by things like this. I think it is because that knowledge would likely be used by other humans for their own end, and dolls,  on the other hand, are the world's best keepers of secrets.
   We went to The World's End Cafe for a drink, watching the sky catch evening fire, talking out the ordeal we both went through. The World's End is a good place for that. Much nicer than a sweaty jungle where the roses steal your clothes! I have no intention of building a treehouse there.
   She thanked me, saying nobody else would have tried to help her, and if someone would, they would have given up. I avoided that line of thought. I told her about the amber, and the spider. I showed her the bruises on my hips.
   "Yah, the spider is awful! Did you see the anaconda?"
   Um,,, no, nor do I want to!" I laughed and poured her another tea, and hugged her for almost an hour as we watched the sun set off the floating city's edge. This was just one of the future moments she would have now, it was indeed worth it.

outfits-'Uma' by !Right, Candi's by Allesandra

(Besides a RLV forest, and RLV Maze, there is a castle with fun toys, and nightly games of Strip-Greedy, dancing and other stuff. The people there were really nice to me, including Isabella, the gifted creator and fabulous person. )