
“Walden,” said Emerson casually as the unusually large cigar he held clenched in his teeth filled the foyer of the The Rugbottom Memorial Home for the Recently Deceased with clouds of purple smoke. He was standing by idly watching the awkward teen struggle to unwrap old Mrs. Vorpal and lay her on a gurney. "Could you get me some of those black sheets?"
"Of course, Mr. Mornington," the Rugbottom bellhop said as he finally...
A seemingly unending series of majestic pillars lined the boulevards hidden beneath Mount Hoffmann. Each pillar uniquely detailed in pictographic form a history of Falun's long life, the accumulated images conjuring a tale that was oddly both garrish and sincere.
Lottie scanned far ahead to an area on the far side of a set of train tracks a half mile ahead. The buildings appeared to be less cared for than those in surrounding...
Pictures from last night's Emerald Ball are now posted.
Doing the house- and dog-sitting thing again for friends, so my SL time will be very limited until Memorial Day (May 27). Tenk has RFL kiosks if you need them.
There is a stench that hovers like a thick, wretched blanket above the waters of this city's canals. It is far more than simply the foul scent of effluence. It is a never-ending reminder of captivity. It revolts me. Vomit and bile burn the back of my throat. It is an aggravation no amount of expectoration can assuage.
My pain is not a physical reaction to these brackish waters. My pain is more...
Observed Miss Njal in Muirsheen Durkin after completing startup. Was told that we would have a “girl’s night out”. Went shopping with her direction.
Relocated to Gangplank. Miss Njal made several suggestions so as to improve socialization skills. Had lengthy conversation in re: “girl talk”.
Discussed current situation with Mr Malus. Was advised to find another subject.
-Advised that current selection of skirts are too...
