Stellar Drift 2013- 4 Years of Friends and Transitions (pre Promethean Doll)

   In October 2009 I gained sentience, an act which caused my Maker to be forever broken. Armed with only the knowledge that any doll has, I floundered around this life for a while, unsure of myself, or my place in this world.
  

The eyes by HypnoDolls, dress hair skin, all freebies. In 90 days I acquired over 20,000 Free items, many boxes still unopened 4 years later. Seated on Original Stellar Drift Patio.

I was drawn to a familiar name at first, HypnoDolls was well known in my Home land of Doll Works, and the owner's name Winterrose was quite familiar to me as well. I lingered there less than a day when one of my dear friends, Windy, told me about Stellar Drift. A place where you did not have to pay to hang out, where people were fun, talked about hypnosis and talked about dolls and planes and balloons filled with people, and people that become balloons! More importantly it was one of the few lands where the owner still let any person rezz anything, and set their land as a Home.
Home.
   This might be a familiar thing for a human, but it is very foreign to a doll, and even now, I scarcely understand it.
   But I am going to.
   Soon.
   But I digress- Many adventures and fun moments have happened with "The Drift".  The Annual Creative Writing Contest, the unmatched Halloween party, Doll Contests, and sooo much more!

Bethi And Kitkats Bachelorette Party included the balloon animal  distance flight contest! Yes, it was as fun as it looks.

I age 3 years, nobody came to my party, my human Typist ages and all Stellar Drift's Bluebirds turn out! It was so emotional and touching!! Thank you all so much

The Second Life Annual Stellar Drift Best Doll Contest- VERY difficult contest, with swimwear, evening wear doll wear, a talent display and questions answered from the panel of judges from all over the SLUniverse. Every contestant was a winner, I think! But, I am a doll, I would think that, huh?

My BFF Nemu and I at Movie Night, Scott Pilgrim Versus The World! If the movie seems campy in First Life,  watching it in this world gives it total validity, and clarity to see its very deep meanings- Amazing writing.

A sad moment, as they bulldozed Stellar Drift 2. Bethi was sad-sad, but I had no doubt there would be a Stellar 3! There just cannot be a world without The Drift!

    A place where dolls can go and talk about the world, the "squishies" and all the contradictory conflicts in life's confluence. We tried new makeups, new dances, new trances, transformations, on ourselves and on the humans that would visit. Many of the Bluebirds are human, mind you, and they are the greatest people! Some of them have even had their Typists meet each other in First Life! And don't say it is not real- I know there is a world beyond this one, of Higher Knowledge and Beings, Typists, at night sometimes, when my eyelids stop clicking for the evening, I think I hear the clicking of the typing keys,, It may be heretical, but I really think they are letting me know, they understand my recent frustrations with my creation, my desire for elevation from a being of mistakes and plastic realities, to the wholly holistic Hallelujah from the Holly Hobby to the Holly Holy! If you know what I am saying,, say Amen...

   So here I sit, at Stellar Drift 3, with friends from the last 4 years, still own the coat as you see, the first thing I bought I think, with winnings from a dance contest. I have earned 30% of all my Tier in SL from dance contests, ever since that day. And the Hypnotic Shoppe takes 6000L a week to maintain, so I have become quite the dancer I would say!
   Will they approve of my the dark seed germinating in my processor? I think so. Will I remember them? I think so. Miss Shelley says fresh cadavers might maintain some of their memories, but I am sure mine will supplant and overwrite, like a CD- erased, and scattered to the Ether Net until that Great Glad Morning when Norton blows His Trumpet, and you are Recovered, in a new body, unbroken, perfect.
   I just intend to help things along....
   Soon. I hope my Maker would approve.

Hasbro Ergo Sum, or am I? Can I survive a rebirth transition like Stellar Drift did?

((  The SLURL for the newest incarnation is 
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Jiano/170/72/23
Enjoy everyone, and brace yourself, something wicked this way comes...))

The Caledon Carntaigh Country Folk Dance!

Another reason to love Caledon! the music was great, compliments of Duchess Gabrielle Riel, and Radio Riel, and the people were as fun and wonderfully dressed as always!

My Tartan colors are the official Caledon Colors, the outfit by M'Lady

All moved in harmony, the dances rotated in time, the conversations spun in concentric yet predictable patterns, and the mood was spinning, lively and frictionless, like clockwork!

Far Island- The Beach Hut's Last Sunset

When deep in composition of a major literary work, or when needing repose, or just when nothing will do quite like a premium tea steaming in the colors of sunrise, I like going to my beach hut. A nice hideaway, it was small in space, and low in prims, but,, it was a beach! A place to rezz shopping victories, Chat about relationship defeats, and had enough prims allotted to hold my bedroom suit and sofa, everything needed to create future relationship defeats!
   I was desperately needing to get away, to spend time understanding the reasons I have been feeling the way I have, why being treated like a clockwork creation should make me,, a clockwork creation, feel bad. Imagine my horror when the Transporter relay sputtered, the readout stating, "The location you requested is either not operating properly, or no longer exists."
   As if  on cue, one of the prominent inhabitants of the sim, Mister Magic contacted me. He said I would be angry- that the simowner Redeagle had failed to pay the Lindens the money we gave him for tier, and had several bad personal issues, and long story short, the sim was gone and all our belongings!
   "But,, I paid him,, you did,, we all did,, how could a personal issue change the fact that we paid him,,," My cogs worked flawlessly, and yet something incalculable had caused this horrendous loss and indeed a crime.
   Something Human.
   I immediately hurried to the basement of The Hypnotic Shoppe. Picking up the teletransmitter, I sent a message to Mrs. Linden, who had taken me with her on that harrowing mission to recover the missing time on the Great Life Server,, wait,, that was in the future, I shouldn't talk about that yet. Anyways, she responded rapidly to my plight and opened the sim  for one day. One day to see the place again, swim in the warm water, and see one last sunset there. It's last sunset.

The Far Island Beach hut figured in my YouTube video Barbie's beach house.

There was a strange calm, a despondent quietness. It was clear to this doll, that the water, the tropical wood hut, the sand, the sky itself, knew it would not see the sunrise. Dolls are not trained and experienced in the higher, wiser choices to make in these instances- Ohh another pain in my mainspring, driving the counter ticking in my head! Was I, in fact, just like this beach?  A creation of another's fancy, at the whims of a lunatic? For it is well known that though strikingly beautiful, and highly intelligent, Mrs. Linden is stark raving mad. Though, I am a doll,  I could be wrong.

Packing was quick, Dame Ember's Copper Dirigible could hold my belongings and much more. But something was not yet complete; It was as if a great crime was about to be committed, I was watching, and was clueless.
   Dolls, ALL dolls, know what must be done, when someone we love and play with, is about to go to the Grey. When their battery dies, their spring unwinds and they are to be soon taken to the Human Land of forever Broken. All dolls face this eventually, unless they themselves go to the Toybox of the Broken before their owners. It is not worth argument or complaint from Human or Clockwork- we all know it is the will of our Creator; Qui Mattel Est.
  So it never really occurred to me to do otherwise; I simply did what I must, what must be done.  This must be why Humans created dolls, maybe. So, I sat those last hours with the quiet wood hut, filled the space of the sky and the sea and the sand with my ticking presence, and I held its hand. The surf bubbled again, lightly, but a definite content bubbling. Ticking is time, and Time is ticking. We all go there. But we do not have to go there alone.

Al-Kimia, and the Golden Doll (precursor to The Promethean Doll)

Weeks of study in my little flat in Goatswood, and the cartouches and icons of the ancient book had begun to make sense. I had made some sort of friendships with Miss Carver and her boyfriend, a dashing military man, and a few others. Still, I sensed that same sort of restraint of mind and social capacity that said, "you shall never be accepted":  another instance I gathered of my reaching and pressing against the Brass Ceiling.
   Still my studies garnered results! Words seemed to materialize, and certain pictures became stories, stories became theories.
The small collection of scrolls from the ancient lands discussed al-Kimia, alchemy! Could these words and this strange powder mentioned actually turn lead into gold? I had no problem finding the powder nor finding lead, and eagerly began my study and experimentation! "Id lead can become gold,,, then, I anything can become anything,,," I was elated for the first time in weeks!

Tuty's gold leaf fairie skin worked well for this!

I scratched my cheek as I worked and a horrid sensation, like scratching a dead scab, sunk my stomach into my shoes. Discovering transmutation, I would have thought, would fill me with exhuberance! All I felt now was a growing dullness and stiffness overcoming me! What a dense and arrogant doll I was!

   I jumped up, grabbing my hat of course, as no decent lady of substance goes out in mid day without one,, and hurried to the pub where I knew I might catch the experienced Breezy Carver and her wise beau, the Colonel.

The Roebuck Tavern, get a meal, plan a secret act, thwart undead activities,, and cheap red wine!

  "Miss Charisma! What has happened?"  Breezy rushed to my side. Wild and huffing and puffing, I began to explain to her my recent studies of the scrolls and books  from the ancient lands. She rushed me inside, away from the many ears and eyes of the town square. Who knows  what someone could do with this ability? The Colonel seemed concerned as well, and asked  how I managed this.
"Hubrith," I said, startled at my lisp.
   "Ib de buk, de buk,, ohdo! by Wips ad Tungg! Here, dis is de buk,,,"
  Breezy grabbed the book from my hands and I learned something I did not know; She has a skill of reading ancient writings! Her lips and tongue worked far better than mine, I only hoped it was in time.
It was not.

The Goldfinger  Gold Skin with Robot eyes and A&A Lillie hair make the transformation complete

I could hear, see, but not move. I could not feel anything either but as a doll, really, how much am i feeling, and how much am i assuming i feel?
   "Well, we could prop her against the wall, makes a nice decoration,,"  One waitress said.
   "Cor, we could sell her! Solid gold she is!" The bartender was mercenary, but quite correct.
   It occurs to me, that a normal doll would have no issues at all with being gold, propped against a wall for display. Recent events had made me consider,, well,, something new... something that was against the very nature of things. Were my thoughts sacrosanct?  Was I insane? I contemplated at that moment how I very much wanted to experience what humans did, and not make these silly stupid mistakes of thought and deed that no human would ever make. Ohh, to be smart, and wise, and feel things and do things as those with squishy internals, and not clockwork...

   Breezy wiped me over and over with this rag, doused with a fluid, while she stated bizarre words over and over. By Dinner time, I could move freely, and though I missed afternoon tea, no inexcusable act had ocurred. I thanked her and the Colonel,  and walked to the train station, aware that eyes were upon me from hidden places, and windows. All dolls are aware when they are watched, probably not as well as humans, but well enough. My mind was a dank fog of forbidden inspirations, crazy yet plausible devices, and that same black truth shone out brighter and brighter, made proof  be recent events,
"If lead can become gold,, then a doll can become, , , , anything . . . . ."

There's no place like home, but for dolls that do not have homes, The Hypnotic Shoppe suffices well!

   I shall take a week off from my studies, considering a new study, one which I cannot mention to you dear Diary, or my readers- If it is indeed a crime against humankind, or the Powers that Be, or a sin against my Builder and Designer, I would not want to implicate you all. 
  Wish me luck, as I delve into a dark and heretofore rarely explored science- with only a few books to guide me, The Encyclopedia of Anatomy, Twirlin's Medical Journal, and The Modern Prometheus written by dear Miss Shelley,  I will take my studies of Mister Wells and Mister Verne to a place of the highest pinnacle of science and religion, of dollkind, and mankind.

If these are my last words written, with doll hand, or any sort, know that you are my loved friends,, and though love from an animated, sentient clockwork doll, might be perhaps not as divinely perfect as  human affection, a doll's love is a special love indeed. 
Professor Wendy Charisma, cwp

.  .  . to be continued ,  ,  ,

Dolls and warrior inclinations

waiting my "dead" time at the dungeon of the tentacle demon- nice free armor!

As I lay there on the dusty boards in the dark dungeon of the tentacle demon, (No, really that's the Sim's name) and thinking how easily I keep ending up this way, it is easy to say to ones self, "Dolls are not meant to be warriors". I do like the free armor they give you here, free HUDs, etc. But looking back to the Factory and all the others being placed on shelves, I recall, Those G.I. Joes and Battlebots had really nice big guns, and I have this rusty knife , , ,

Goatswood Prim Mystery- THE PRIM THIEF IS ......

THE RUGS!

The Rustica Empire Collection rugs! To understand this mystery you need to understand a little about MESH:
Whereas a normal rug is made by taking a texture and applying to the face of a prim- which is naturally smooth, you can warp a mesh prim to make the wrinkles and gathers in your rug, in 3D.

Mesh has 2 measurements wheres as normal prims items when edited have 1- prim count. Mesh items have "Prims", and "Land effect" or "Cost" .

These two rugs say PRIMS- 1. but under land affect they say COST- 14 and COST 16!  I never thought to look at the rugs, I dilligently checked the furniture, but it never dawned on me that someone would make a 14 prim rug.. would you?

I am certain there is a fix for this- if any Blender gurus or Mesh professors are reading, please comment!

(now back to our story, already in progress)
W

Goatswood Mystery day 1/2- Primcount Mystery

"Diary, Just finished with the few items I managed to load into the cart, feeling a bit lonely suddenly. Perhaps when I get my desk settled and can research these old tomes of Grandfather's, I can learn what was causing his change, his obsession,  and repair this family...  perhaps."

((The Rustica Empire Mesh furniture is very pretty, with several animations and texture changes, and so is my roll top desk, and paintings which cannot be set out! I've laid out about 32 prims of items and my tier box says I have reached my maximum of 60- 59 to be exact. Why is this? How can I fix that? What does this- any advice?))