AWAKE

 My driver didn't do much. Her pussie lifted the thing called "charger", and when it fell again to the floor the laptop simply... would not charge. I am not sure what a laptop is either, it hasn't been invented yet, all I know is that it seems terribly important to my driver, and it's somewhat connected to me. 

She didn't do much, but she did open the thing and tried to repair it herself only to notice a terrible burning whiff when she put it together again. And it still would not charge. 

So she had to let go, and to spend her savings in a new beasty, as she calls them. 

When she returned, and I woke up, I found things weird in Second Life.... 

doing a little shopping 

 

the Soul of the party

Myron what a gent, and terrific music as always 

 

Berlin's very own Cowboy, Tequila's 'Solstice'.

 

Max, our beloved pianist at EL DORADO. Well... he's always been a little queer.

PauPauline, who of course wears that Sonnatta's dress far better than moi.

and ... ?? the bloody artist ! Tequila performing a very risque - if date/appropiate - number.

Brave Meadow who decided to get up close and personal to the star !!

Tequilita better endowed that most gentlemen and not so gentlemen in Germany and beyond!

Welcome to EL DORADO.

This was a couple of weeks ago, Halloween of course. Apologies, |I am short for time at the moment. I always am when my head is not over my shoulders. 

kisses

Connie.

Of course I won

 It was pandemonium! Absolute insanity. We didn't know if we were coming or going ... literally. But soooo much fun.

Solstice and Tequilita glued at their hips— also literally.

Herr Clarrington, preparing the event, as awesome as ever.

Pedrinho making sure everything ran completely out of control.

Bjorn looking the part.

Bjorn, the sweet Mieke, your humble servant moi, Meadow lost in thought and the happy couple.

Zila in the background, Einar wondering where his wife was and the stunner Darleena on the clouds.

Meadow with an impressive pink baby—don't get fooled by the colour.

Bjorn, Pauline and ... no idea who.

That strange old lady... *shivers*

Our Landlady and bartender, who kept on screaming "WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIEEEE" at the top of her lungs to put us racers at ease nicely.

The ladies, close, too close for comfort.

Sweet Mieke wisely chose a safe spot to follow the craziness. 

The ladies... again —what can I say, they look too good I couldn't resist myself; plus I had nothing to do while we waited for the GO.

The winning lady, moi, with Pedrinho in his toy motor, and the happy couple. Oh! You can see Buggy, my darling darling motorcar, by their side, still pristine. I am good, what can I say.

Celebrations at the keller with our Fritz who couldn't find a car big enough sniff. My last beer garden of 1929 —dries a pixelated tear.

Zila, after taking care of a few broken bones —eh, Rodrigo?

Elco and the beautiful Meadow who looked as if she had just come out of the hairdressers and not from an insane race around the city.

Tequilita decided her "Solstice" needed some make-up.

The ladies again... I am a sucker for fashion, and for ladies, I know.

So much elegance, and what a miracle, not a sign of soot on those pretty dresses

... and more ladies! I know ... I know... humour me, I am nearly done.

Pedrinho, the only man brave enough to endure my dancing.

My word rival and shoe connoisseur ... the fierce Gyna.

and to prove that I didn't dream it... Clarrington wisely suggested I turned it into a lamp. It shines proudly in my bedroom.

SOMETHING'S COMING

 Something's coming to Berlin, other than the fog ((sky - Centralia Pennsylvania if anyone fancies a foggy day with me));

Races on Sundayyyyyy

((how I missed driving like a lunatic through the streets of this city! I have already eaten half the street lamps ... Sunday is going to be lethal...)

PS - I have finished the novel in both worlds whohooooo. I am story-orphan now :'( 

PSS - Connie starts working on her acceptance speech for the race award on Sunday, after giving both Charles and Einar a run for their money

FANTASY NEIGHBOURHOODS

 

Yep, they arrived.

Connie had a quick stroll through  their sample area earlier and found it beautiful. OK OK, fair enough, the inside of the houses are a little too modern perhaps? our molls could have found different wallpapers or less angular walls, kind of Gaudi's style perhaps 

but hey! the area is wonderful for those into that kind of RP—a mixture of Lord of the Rings and Avatar - and the houses are cute, and appropriate. I am sure many of our creators will be soon working hard in designing beautiful fantasy wallpapers and partitions to add to them so we can feel more Elfik while living in any of their eight models. 

and, by the way, it's Friday lovely people! make every second count!

BAPTISM

 

Well... I don't know what gave Gi P. e Bragança the idea of choosing Connie as the Godmother of one of her twins (Caterina), certainly not the best idea. Connie nearly suffocated the baby as she tried to keep her quiet while her brother went through the Christian ordeal first, and then —when her turn came—forgot totally what to say and how to say it; and in regards to sustaining her Goddaughter's faith in the future? well, let's ask her husband, shall we? oh! I forgot— he is missing! or worse. But she wasn't the worse of the lot I guess—even though her friend Eva sat at the very back of the church her snoring could be heard all the way to the altar!

On the other side, Connie did very much enjoy her Caterina's Godfather, Marcus! Poor young man, let's hope he knows best than to have anything to do with the woman.

THE IRON DUKE DINNER - SCAPA FLOW

 Splendid dinner at the Iron Duke in 1916, congratulations to the crew and its owner, Mr Charron! 

The company a pleasure and I have no idea where they got so much delicious food and spirits from! I hadn't seen so much treasure since before the war! astounding. 

We even had some officers visiting from abroad, no sharks and the best part... no Germans! errr other than the very nice German Mr Heinz <dries her forehead with her gloved hand>.

Sadly I had to leave early, time travelling is complicated—but I have never enjoyed wartime quite this much before! I will take me until the next one to digest all that food... 

happy night, morning, afternoon, evening, time travellers!

S