More Toys!

Lludmila in her steampunk 'copter.

 Okay, everyone - forget the Red Baron - we all need one of these now.  It's the Steampunk Hunt gift from Twisted Metal Steamworks.  Everyone get over there and get one.  Note how well Lludmila fits in the cockpit without any adjustments!  Wow.

Optional delete-by-explosion when you're done flying.

Cute outfit from BlakOpal - but I don't remember which gift it was and, besides, that's for the other blog.

Making a Splash

Lludmila ... hovers off in her prize!

What fun!  If you think the problem with inworld hunts is that you end up with an inventory like mine (can't seem to keep it below 37,000 - even after my enormous toy folder disappeared), then this is a hunt for you.  You have to find 10 pieces of treasure to win just the one colorable hover craft that goes like beezus!

I know, I know, there are some of you (who shall remain nameless, Hollyjean) who aren't that keen on the hunting part and just want the booty - well, this hunt isn't for you because the folks at Splash Aquatics are absolute fiends, evil and despicable secreters of - of thingies!

If hunts drive you crazy, you better go with some friends.  Or, if you need a hint, you might plow through my Flickr account looking for one of the ... fiendliest locations.  [Funny.  The spellcheck doesn't seem to recognize "fiendliest" - oh well.]

Carboniferous Limestone?

Lludmila and Major admire the prefabs.

The sim where Lludmila lives (or changes her clothes, anyway) is a lovely island with lots going for it.  First of all, you have a built-in zombie for a neighbor.  Please don't believe all you see in movies (or read in that stupid ZombieLit) - we don't eat brains.  Mostly we just hang around, doing a little light housekeeping and hosting book discussions. 

A gathering in The Pub.

Awen is a place for ready-writey types.  There are cute little houses (if you don't have an inventory chock full of them), a pub, a quay, regular activities (such as book discussions or dances), occasional art exhibits ... blah blah.  And it's pretty.

Room to park your sailboat ...

Lludmila gets in her sailboat and tours around (getting notices of group invitation requests as she rounds the "horn") nearly every day, admiring the carboniferous limestone-y thing they've got going poking out of the green (my trip to GB in the 1970s informs my lasting impression of stone poking through emerald velvet ... oh, and sheep everywhere).

Season's Greetings from Lludmila and Snowthulhu!

It's the same here in Awen, except in winter (and Awen's sheep must be being sheared at the moment), when we've got a brief period of snow and a skating area.  The folks are friendly - and don't try to eat you. Often.  Well, we don't bite.  Hard.  Come and visit ... then come to stay!

Weekend Specials

Hexagonal Gazebo with a pool.

 Lludmila loves the 60L Weekends.  They come with a notecard that lists not only the landmarks, but also a picture of what they're offering for this minimal amount.  It's like catalog shopping.  You don't even have to leave your sim or curtail your activities.  You can click and set aside the pictures of things you consider testing out later and then just zip in, and zip out again.  Lludmila always ends up wandering around looking at other things in hopes they will be only 60L next week.  We're not as interested in clothing as we were - so now Lludmila concentrates on furnishings, buildings, and props.  She couldn't believe that this Hexagonal Gazebo (weighing in at 50 prims as seen in this photo, but comes with a couple of accessories) at Meta-Meca Dimensions Shop was only 60L!  It comes with stairs, the deck with the umbrella, and a small pool.  There are 12 sits on a menu.  It's a good deal.

Grandma's Old Potting Shed.

 Zombies who live in glass houses - only pay 60L for them.  This one is at Sher's Cottage Gardens.  It was much bigger than I expected.  Now all we need to do is fill it with flowers and a trowel and some garden furniture.  Oh, wait a minute - it takes up 37 prims.  [Checks and finds she's already 9 prims over her limit.]

Climb My Truck tree deck with many sits and anims.

 Our new favorite place is Michigans Shack - where the small sailboat came from.  There are usually three items out at the 60L Weekend price and this week we went for the Climb My Trunk tree deck (25 prims) with some menu-driven sits and their broad assortment of naughty anims for any and all tastes (but you don't have to use them, you know).  And while you're checking out the tree deck, look around for the black rose:

When the Roses Turn Black hunt gift - End of Winter tree.

Kathy was all drow'd up for last night's fairy and elf fantasy, so this dark and brooding End of Winter tree was right up her alley.  Ooo, nice photo in the background there!  It's only 15 prims (not to mention my favorite color: free!) and fits nicely in Lludmila's skybox ... for when she feels dark and broody.  It comes with the bare tree, the log, the dormant grass, and a variety of poses.

Starting Over

Lludmila looks over the rest of the skybox.

Some new items freshen up an old space.

Oh, sure there are plenty of skyboxes out there (and even a bunch in my inventory), but I always return to this old hunt freebie from Curious.  It is the perfect skybox.  It has a porch with a sliding door.  It has multi-levels.  I like the textures.  The space is nicely divided up for whatever purpose I choose.  The main area is great for slipping in my photobox to take fashion photos for my Unslutty and Undead blog.   Or, at one time it was a bedroom.  It could be a kitchen area.  This is just the best skybox ever for my purposes.

The 60L Weekend people thoughtfully provide notecards with photos and landmarks so that you can view the merchandise ahead and nip directly there for purchasing.  I only bought two things this weekend (although I had "marked" six for viewing).  The small sailboat in the previous blogpost was the other.  I had been looking at some landscaping (I need more clothes or hair like I need a blue screen of death) but didn't get any not because I didn't like them, but I'm sort of annoyed with my landlords right now and don't see why I should beautify my tiny slice of land when I can't be sure they're done dicking with it.

Anyway, there are some old pieces (the rustic bed, the print, the red oriental carpet with the sit animation that makes it easy to enter the skybox when I've had to move it and there's no current landmark for it) and some new: the two-prim room divider (screen) which replaces the other one I had that was about 12 prims, the matching print, the chest, the lamp - all of which came from S&S, and the framed photo that I made from one of my "skies and clouds" photos.  The new furniture was a deal for 60L.  OMGosh! That's even me, pennypincher extraordinaire, saying that!  And I didn't even put out the other lamp (not yet anyway - the smaller one is on the step) and I won't be putting out the water-thing decoration-thing because ... well, I'm keeping the prim count low.  I'm told I can use more than are allocated for the plot, but I don't know how many more and I don't want to push it.

I really have no idea what other people are thinking.  Do they want me to go away?  Was the exhibit The Last Straw in a long line of  minor nuisances on my part?  Am I being sent to Conventry where, with a tiny prim limit, I am less likely to Get Up to Anything?  The bottom line is that I'm still sad, still afraid to do anything.  Now that I've put out a few pieces, I fear I'll be moved again.  sigh.

Cuttlefish Extra

Cal and Lludmila chillin' on her new sailboat.

Available for just 60L this weekend is this sweet little sailboat at this location.  There are a bunch of colors to choose from but Lludmila went for boring, old white - so it won't clash with her skin.  You can take a friend for a gentle float and there's also a cuddle raft option (cuttlefish sold separately).  There are more, ahem, options available - but you don't have to use everything you get, do you?

Hair with the wooly cap is a hunt gift from Clawtooth.  Rental land available on Lludmila's home sim of Awen.  She might even take you for a sail, but not for a ride.

Virtually Depressed

My old land ...

View looking toward new location ...

Cal helping me take down the exhibit ... the last bit.

New locations offered

This has been one of those "perfect storm" weekends that send me into a one-woman (and a pride of avatars) pity-party.  There's a family emergency in RL(tm) so I am home alone without the usual support system (although I'm sure my husband has enough on his plate and doesn't need to hear me whinge over what is really just dollies in pixels) and then I learn that my landlords are moving me again ... after some of my things were partially landformed over.

I had that exhibit thing going and considered adding office hours where people could come and discuss things (and had already posted one) to my book discussions ... which were turning into office hours anyway, it seems, where we just sat around and discussed books in general, the platform we were on, and a lot of personal stuff.

This happened before, and it upset me, but today the reality of everything pressing on me hit when I logged back on and looked at my new plot.  It takes a bit of time to develop an idea for what I want to do with my plot or you with your sim, so one would expect that you would know ahead of time that you had a long term plan of some sort.  Considering myself an employee, I would have thought I'd be notified of upcoming changes or included in ... and then I remember what RL(tm) jobs are like annnnnd ... I take it all back.  Nevermind.

I'm sad.  It may take me a while to get back to my plot, as it did last time, and I'll probably find happy, shiny things to do.  After all, it's more fun setting things up than just living.  In the meantime, I had a fit of pique and removed everything for some astringent effect on the spirit.  It stings like hell, but it should do me some good in the long run.

I'd like to thank my friends who rallied and offered me spaces in their areas (I have one of those pointless Linden Homes, so it's not like I'll be homeless again), but when I'm sad it all looks like dust.