Halloween came around fast and all the spooky places sprung up for October and I had great fun blogging some of them.
Shortly before the *actual* date of Halloween arrived I was at a club called Ohana that I’d visited several times in the past and they mentioned Hosting vacancies,so I applied and was taken on after a trial set that went great.
Finally in December I decided I’d try to go along to the SL Book Club readings. I’d seen the Twitter activity about it weekly (who could miss Draxtors enthusiasm?)but never actually got around to attending. I went along two and a half hours early,just intending to have a look and take a Landmark.
I realised I’d unwittingly taken myself hostage,the place was already half full and if I’d left,getting back in wasn’t guarunteed. Fortunately I’d already done my whip around of Christmas advent calendar clicking that day!
Which pretty much brings this year of Second Life adventures to a close.
I’ve explored more places than I got around to blogging about, so I’ve lots of photos of places that deserve long posts of their own. Maybe I’ll write those next year if the locations are still there in the New Year.
For now I’ve simply made small galleries of some of the different places I didn’t feature on the blog, as well as some one-off snaps,in chronological order:
A storytelling evening at NeoVictoria (3rd January)
Furry Night at Kitty Kaboom (23rd January)
Bikini party at Kitty Kaboom,from PG angle. (13th February)
Hayo as a Tarn (18th May)
Sci-Fi Con 2020 (21st May)
Ash Falls (15th July)
Murder City (21st July)
SecondLife 17th Birthday explorations via train (24th July)
It is not often I discuss anything related to real-life on my blog, in fact I don’t think I ever have. However recently I received some news of one of those cases where RL thrusts itself into SL in the worst of ways. News of an SL friends RL Death.
Her name was Ame, she roleplayed a Kajira (slave-girl) in SL Gor. Her Master was Courgan Barzane. I RPed with her a few times, but there were others that knew her a lot better than me, so I am leaving the better words up to them.
(Click images to enlarge)
Here I include the comments of those that attended the Memorial gathering on 23rd August 2020. Although I made my own notes of what was said, I am reproducing the comments and pictures provided by Courgan as he distributed copy inworld.
There is a lot to read if you choose,but it just goes to show how much people can care about those they will never meet in the physical wold.
(This next paragraph was going to go at the end of the post, but that would assume you read it all and I doubt people that didn’t know her will do that.)
As you can(will) see, ame was loved by many. I know those that don’t use SL will find it hard to comprehend that people build relationships like this with people they will never meet. However the words speak for themselves I feel. Anyone can look however they want to look in SL, so when you’re interacting with them, their visual appearance is mostly a small factor. You are communicating with a real person, the inner person,not their visual appearance. The lack of physical cues or facial expressions (although we can now do those with Bento to some degree) makes the words more meaningful.
“Hello all and thank you for coming to ame’s memorial. I know for sure, it would have meant a lot for her. Otherwise her friend would have not felt obliged to come and inform us, if not her sl family, which were the exact words, meant that much to her.
Even in a family, people tend to bicker and fight now and then, so some of you had your share in clashing with her when she was in the mood for such. But one thing I know for sure as well, she was impulsive but had no dark spot in her heart at all. And trying hard to restrain herself in the last year, which is all you can ask for.
She made even me gnaw my teeth often enough in the first months of our way together, but now, with every passing day since the moment I heard the sad truth, I am more and more realizing what I, what we all have lost with her.
Another friend of her, Ricka, asked me when I informed him “how is it a person we never knew in rl can affect us so much?”. I did not answer that then, but thought about it and know now why:
It’s when they have a great heart. Many here come and go without us caring, so someone must be special if we are affected that much by their going.
My own history with her began over 12 years ago in Cardonicus, where she had been one of the girls there while I did my best to keep the foe outside the walls. Those, who have been there, know the special bond which connects still today all oldtimers from that city.
Over the years, our paths crossed often in places I held or/and built, from the woods of Cardonicus and village of Piedmont, over the resurrected Piedmont of 2014 to the various instances of the Forest of Gor. Until on the 30th of June 2018 she came to me, as she just lost her Master and was feeling alone and lost.
That day I took her under my wings until she found a “more suitable master in her own timezone”. Little did I know on that day that she would wear my collar gladly until her dying day.
Being in different time zones does not make it easy and I still think she would have deserved someone here for her with more time than I could manage, she had to spend so much time in waiting for me to log in, but in the end she claimed she was very happy and that must be the most important thing.
I knew she was sick,
I knew she was sicker than she wanted to make us believe. This was the third time in the last 2 years she was in hospital after all, but all we heard made us hope, she would come back again.
But it did not happen and so we got the sad news that she lost her fight finally.
Even now I still have a hard time to grasp that we won’t see her again doing her mischief, having her sit on my lap and telling me excited the latest news or showing her newest acquisitions of hair or clothes.
The group shows last log on on the 18th of August, but we all know it was not her anymore, it was just her toon. But as with all our toons, not the pixels count, but the one at the keyboard. And that had her last direct words to me on 4th of June, just before she had to leave her house for hospital.
If I only knew then that it were to be our last words, I would have said so much more than “get better” and give her a kiss. But I was convinced to see her just a few days later from her bed on her laptop.
Small things do indeed matter as we saw. She took the notebook with her to stay in contact, but wrecked it first day by spilling coffee over it.
Who can say for sure, that it would not have made a difference for her fight, if she had our support mentally during the long weeks in hospital?
In any case she would have had the chance to stay longer in contact to her sl family, which would have been so important to her, the one thing we can know for sure.
So we only can hope that her third life treats her better than her first and that she sits now in heaven in a flower patch between the beloved butterflies, just like the spots you will see nearly everywhere in this sim if you care to look closer, waiting for her return that will not happen anymore.
So I placed her picture up here into a flower field and gave her butterflies to watch and know she would have loved that as you can see by some of the portraits she took of herself in between flowers around this place.
Others of her friends knew her as long as me and at least as good, perhaps even better and so I will step now back to give them a chance to add a word or two with a virtual toast
To Ame, may she be in heaven now.”
smiles to Courgan .. thanks you Courgan …can i add a word ?
“I writed a short text for our best friend Ame, we are all sad of her departure but she will keep in the eternity in our thoughts and heart, Maurice Maeterlinck, a Belgian writer of the last century said:
“Let us get used to seeing death as a form of life that we do not yet understand. Let’s learn to see it through the same eye as birth. “.
The death of a loved one is, of course, a great sadness for his family and friends.
Yet death remains a mystery. Everyone is looking for a meaning. Some believe in God and in the existence of a paradise. Others think that the soul of the deceased has another life …
To each his own ..
Our beloved, you left this world to rest in a peaceful country.
This country where you now reside, my friend Ame.
A country with blue skies from which you watch over all the loved ones you left behind in this world: your friends gathered here to pay you a last homage.
Ame has left us
She will now rest in peace in this land, her native land where her family she loved so much still lives.
It is difficult for me to pronounce this elegy, so much sadness and sorrow grips me.
Your death is our great sorrow.
Our emotion is great when it comes to saying goodbye to you. It’s hard to accept the disappearance of a loved one with whom they shared so much. Shared the moments of joy as the most difficult trials.
You were a wonderful person, always concerned with the interest and well-being of each member of his large Gorean family.
Your great human qualities and your altruism made your company sought after and appreciated. Today, your whole family miss you. They are all orphans of you and your love for them.
Your loyal and unconditional friendship will be sorely missed by your friends. You were a friend who was always available and listened to others.
You knew how to cultivate friendship wonderfully. To be your friend was to be part of your family: to be your dear brother or sister.
By leaving us on the quay of life, you left us in order to go on a journey to certainly paradisiacal countries.
Your departure has plunged us into the emotion and sadness of not seeing you in this world.
Yet each of us knows that your good deeds and great wisdom can only lead you to an afterlife of beauty, relief, and serene rest.
Dying is everyone’s fate.
No one knows at what age those days will come to an end.
Your death is a last lesson that you give to your loved ones. It gives us even more to think about the importance of living every moment to the fullest.
You have fully lived your life. You knew how to love and enjoy every moment: your family, your friends, …
“Live it, believe me, don’t wait until tomorrow; pick the roses of life today “wrote Pierre de Ronsard.
By your way of being, your relationship with others and your conception of existence made up of wisdom and respect, you have really succeeded in your life ..
Today we have to accept your death and let go.
Its possible and slow acceptance will depend on each of us, on our past, on our history, on what we are able to understand from your unexpected departure.
We have to find consolation in telling ourselves that this last trip you are taking is a trip to a deserved paradise, which no one really can talk about …
We must mourn and let you go in peace. We have to accept that death is part of the path of life. It continues and we must conceive of it as a stage in our personal destiny.
However, the death of a person cannot erase all our beautiful memories and our beautiful thoughts for them.
We will think of you, every day, with gentleness and full of love. Our loving thoughts will be with you on your new path.
The country where you live today is certainly a pain free country where love and permanent serenity reign.
Rest in country in this delicious world where, I know, you observe us and listen to us with affection.
Our tears and tears are words of love sent to heaven to cover your heart with happiness in your final abode.
I extend my deepest condolences to all your family and friends whether here on SL or real.
“We connected off and on through the years, though my leaving Gor and then SL put us out of touch for awhile. She wanted so much to be the perfect Kajira, except when she didn’t.. Finding mischief and trouble to keep it interesting was her routine. The last version of our story together was an odd one, an even then, she made even simple mundane rp pleasant and worthwhile.
I made excuses to come visit the twig of a slave girl every time i had reason to trade with or hunt the local tree urts. And she was always there, waiting for her candy or piece of pretty cloth to stash away for times her owner might not catch her. She aided me often and even had a hand in seeing me sold as war loot once.
I have thought of her often since stepping away from Rp, she was just one of those folks that made you smile. Made you want to be here and enjoying this second life. I hope her next one brings her as many smiles as she brought me.
Always sending me birds, asking when i was coming back to Gor. I’ll miss that”
“I don’t have much to contribute, but I first met Ame in Cardonicus, one of the girls who came to my bakery to get cookies every day. She was so determined to be the best Kajira she could be, and tried harder than any other girl I have met here, in SL.
She convinced me to come out of retirement to man the bakery in the Forest Outpost, and it was wonderful to have her again sneaking cookies from the jar.
To be sure she was always seeking the perfect Master, and I believe she finally found one in Courgan. I shall miss her enormously. Rest in peace, my Ame.”
Whenever we say goodbye to someone we think it is for them, and no, I think it is for us and the emptiness it leaves in us, for that reason, and I am sure she knows it, since she is on her way from somewhere else, that the blessings remain for us, and the paths unknown to her . So I consider these words for all of you, and that she will agree:
May the rains that wet you be soft and warm.
May the wind come filled with the perfume of flowers.
May the rivers be conducive to you and run to the side you want to navigate.
May the clouds cover the sun when you are alone in the desert.
Let the deserts be filled with trees when you want to cross them. Or that you find those magical plants that keep the water you need at their roots.
May the cold and snow come when you are in a warm cave.
May you never lack fire.
May you never lack water.
May you never lack love.
Maybe the fire can be started.
Maybe water can fall from the sky.
But, if you lack love, there is no water or fire enough to continue living.
this is all. Good travel Ame!”
Glances about the area, looking at everyone in doing so and says…”I do not know many of you, and most likely none of you know of me. But, I can say this much, two people in SL Gor have made a serious and genuine impact on me in terms of friendship. One is the man to my left , Zane Kanze and the other, is Ame. The last Gorean homestone I had on SL is where Ame resided. Every night when I did my guard duty, Ame would get in my IM box and asked me how I am doing. She took her role very seriously and truly cared about people.
Mоїsєs Bєиїтєz looks to Courgan and says….”I know you are suffering, but I can only imagine the depth of that suffering. I know for a fact that Ame via SL had made a positive profound impact on me during my times on SL Gor and now, unfortunately in RL. I, coming from Old Gor (aka mIRC), Ame represented that environment where I had learned of Gor. My regards and sympathy goes to you Courgan and the rest of you. Rest in Peace, Ame.”
Amethyst Tuqiri. or Ame as we all knew her.
I had the pleasure of spending a lot of time with her over the course of maybe a month. Maybe 2. Maybe less. I dont know. I was in the man village with her down below. Lydius Outpost, and in the fort nearby.
We worked together to keep Dani and her panthers out of the city. . It was often just the 2 of us, while Courgan was offline, I was blessed with permission from Courgan and Ame to be the man about the place. Ame was the slave while I was here with her. We had so much fun, and Courgan, you were her guy through all of the fun times I had with her,
She always had an idea when you would be coming online. Her little feet pitter pattered the fort and village all day long while you were away Courgan..When you came online Courgan, it was time for me to stop playing the part and her real guy to be here for her.
Ame was loyal to Courgan. She was loyal to all her home here and her friends. She was dutiful and diligent to this place and these friends of hers here.There were times she was completely alone on sim. No men. No panthers.
I really respected her loyalty to the things and people that she made her home amongst. I really enjoyed my time with her here.
May Ame rest in peace. I will miss her being there online, in this sim, and even seeing her online on my friends list meant a lot to me. I’m going to miss her, and all of that.”
The last song she requested for me to play https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRbD3ggyc7U
The little one, who came over now and then, or always offered friendly invite to come enjoy drink or see her beautiful dance, even through our minor spats, She always came back with that twinkle in her eye, bold, shining bright, just to make me smile and forget about dark days, determined, creating many laughs, she always was one of the reasons to return here, as part of Gor, Ame was dedicated, more so than even some warriors, sticking to her home, her land, an example some of us goreans forget sometimes, the meaning of loyalty…the next time you raise a drink, do it for ame, and remember ame’s way, is something Gor lacks a bit right now, drink, to the wild little daisey, shine on little diamond..,
I met her when my mom passed away in rl, she invited me to a dance contest, and loved those slave runs…All of your words triggered even more memories of her, the good one’s indeed, thank you for coming here for her and Courgan,
[2017/11/29 14:46] Amethyst Tuqiri: Happy time!
whenever working on things, she always made me smile and laugh, even when I was deep into work mode, inspiring, and just made things easier, and funner..
Her last words to me were, are you coming back to Gor master?
Here we are”
“I’m very sorry to hear what happened, Ame will be missed” “My sympathy for those who have lost today””
“To ame .. xx”
“Our time was short but she did definitely brighten my day, she will be missed all I can do is Wish her Safe Paths on the next part of her journey
Thank You Ame”
“Thank you Courgan for so many thoughtful, heart felt words. And how it would have meant so much to her to see so many of her sl friends here today. She will be so dearly missed
She was indeed mischievous, but that was Ame. She was the first person I met on SL and we dated for many years, even in GOR. I only wish I’d stayed in contact more recently to hug her and say goodbye properly.
Dear sweet Ame, be finally at peace
I too remember those days that Magaska talks about (as my Gorean Alt Freddy in Cardonicus), And she would be happy to please me with those stolen cookies. She was a mischievous character who pushed the role as slave to the limits.
But that was Ame, she was the first person I met on SL, and over many years we went through many up and downs, both in RL and SL. But the was always something that connected and kept us coming back.
I was davasted by the news and wished I’d been able to say good bye properly.
Another time Ame, another time when we will meet again.
Rest peacefully my girl, REST XXOXOX”
இگổηΐãஇ :I also have a note from N’Kara who cannot attend now, she is there yes but not really she had family needs and therefore had to leave her avatar alone with us, so I speak on her behalf:
I just want to say in the world of Gor where women were taken captive either by a raid of an enemy city or earth, Ame was true to her slave heart. Loyal to FoG and to her masters, especially Courgan. She knelt in the presence of men eager to serve as one should.
She is funny, she is warm hearted, she is the perfect Kajira. There will be a deep void, a missing heart. Her presence will be dearly missed and I will miss camming her with a chuckle.
Rest in peace, Kajira Ame.”
My own contribution:
“I did not know her as well as many of you, I know, but she was always so warm and cheerful when you spoke to her, like a ray of sunshine talking to her.
Well I believe my first encounter with ame was back in 2018, I was running my tavern, but also roaming around different places, including Dani’s camp by way of the outpost, where I met Ame
we didn’t have as many conversations as the rest of you, the were mostly just passing greetings.
But every conversation always seemed to brighten my mood.
she always seemed cheerful, which can be a challenge in some places in Gor, She was gem.
“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.”
― Richard Bach, Illusions
I met Ame once when my partner Lucius Skinstad and I were making a visit back to Gor. I was struck by how warm and endearing a person Ame was to a new person. Luc spoke so highly of her. He very much wanted to be here with you all today. On his behalf I offer the Roman support for this loss. I grieve with you
Rest in peace Ame”
“I believe you are now in better world…maybe it is Gor too….hugs dear Ame
hugs Ame ……take care all
Rest in peace Ame”
“Hmmm … you know what? Like all of you, I sat frozen as I read the message about Ame. Then I had a few difficult days, the emotions overwhelmed me every day. Then I spoke to Sonia and Courgan who told me they would be helding a speech.
So now I sat here and figured out what to say, staring at her pictures and the butterflies that Ame loved so much. One thing I knew for sure: I don’t want to say that I miss her infinitely, that she was the greatest person, that she is a great loss … pffff … No!
I looked – although various friends told me not to do it – at the old logs and you know what? Ame was never sad at all! She was funny, cheeky, creative, loyal and always cheered us up in the darkest moments. Many of the old logs made me laugh: Ame was soooo funny !! So why should we stand around here and be sad? I know how Ame would react if we did that!
Dᴀɴɪ™: >:( grr!
Magaska Haystack smiles
Dᴀɴɪ™: Exactly … be happy, cheeky, enjoy every free minute here with your friends. And if you are not happy, do it like Ame! If you don’t know how to grrrr … ask me. I can show you!
Dᴀɴɪ™: >:( grr!
I have known Ame, like many of you, for over 12 years. And Cardonicus, like Ame, is always present in our memories and heart. So: don’t be sad for too long, but do what Ame expects from us all: grab your friends, be cheeky, creative and play together as one big family. In this sense, Ame will always be between us in the future and push us to have joy and make new friends every single day! And now I close my little speech, knowing it is in Ames’ sense with an animation that she gifted me once:
I hope no one will spank me now… but THIS was Ame!!!
**Well he asked for it**
♫♩The wonderful thing about tiggers ♫♩
♫♩is that Tiggers are a wonderful things ♫♩
♫♩Their tops are made out of rubber ♫♩
♫♩Their bottoms are made out of strings ♫♩
♫♩Bouncy, clowncy, clowncy, clowncy, fun, fun, fun ♫♩
♫♩But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers ♫♩
♫♩That I’m the only one ♫♩
♫♩ I’m the only one ♫♩
RIP my supa dupa Amekins!!! Looove you!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
((end of my speech and crying lol))”
Responses to Dani’s speech:
Maz: OMG lol yep, that be the girl
Magaska Haystack smiles
Zane Kanze: Skall! the little weed that blossomed to a fine flower <3 XoxoX
Yale Corvale: Lovely Dani, and so appropriate
Maz: thank you for that dani, really
A while ago I applied to RP at Liddell Correctional Facility (LCF) which you can read about in this post.
They didn’t technically accept my application, since the character role of Bounty-hunter was unsustainable. However I was able to participate in a storyline into which my character would fit: they had a mass escape.
My story centred around the tracking of an inmate by the name of Jessica May.
In the process of her escape she had taken my friend Megan Sommers, a prison guard, as a hostage.
I went to the prison to offer my services in locating Jess and Megan, they were both very keen on the idea OOCly.
Now I’ve recently tried to not use too many chat logs in my posts, they can be tedious to read, but I will include some here in places as well as summerising.
RP Scene 1: Tracking At the prison I met with an officer by the name of Frank Timberwood l and played out using some information from him and one of their computers to locate the GPS on Megan’s phone and her car, since Jess had conveniently for me, used that as her getaway vehicle.
[01:32:02] Ava Delaney looks around for a bell or buzzer to get someones attention,finding none she calls “anyone here?”
[01:32:53] Ava Delaney turns and sees an officer outside the glass doors to the yard
[01:33:00] Frank Timberwood leans against his car reading his recent reports. He then gazes and puts his attention on a stranger at the desk. He opens up the door and walks up to her “Hello there, is there a problem?”
[01:34:57] Ava Delaney smiles “no problem, in fact I’m here to help” holds out her Bounty hunters licence ID ” I believe you’re missing a few of your..guests?
[01:35:26] Ava Delaney : name is Delaney, Ava Delaney.
[01:36:51] Ava Delaney : I also have this “reaches into a pocket and holds out a letter on LCF headed paper requesting her assistance
[01:37:46] Frank Timberwood nods as he sees that she’s a bounty hunter “Hmm, yes we do. You must be the bounty hunter I heard about.” he says seeing the paper “Well, welcome aboard on the manhunt.”
[01:39:30] Ava Delaney smiles “Thankyou, now the papers didn’t reveal which officer was taken, but given the fact she’s not answered her phone since the escape..it was Somers wasn’t it?”
[01:40:05] Long Range: Vadik30 Resident [46m]
[01:41:32] Frank Timberwood nods “Yes, it has come to our attention that a certain Jessica May has her at the moment. We don’t know her location, yet.”
[01:42:52] Ava Delaney : Damnit. I knew her attitude would get her in trouble one of these days, or just being in the wrong place in here I suppose.
[01:43:04] Ava Delaney : Well I can help with locating her, she and I have been friends for a long time, since we both do dangerous work, we put certain measures in place.
[01:44:51] Ava Delaney : Can you get me the contents of her locker? Or let me see it?
[01:45:16] Frank Timberwood raises an eyebrow and nods “Sure… Follow me.”
[01:46:07] Ava Delaney : Which ones hers?
[01:46:19] Frank Timberwood points at one of the lockers “It’s the third one, it has her name labelled on it.”
[01:47:54] Ava Delaney goes to the indicated locker and opens it and starts to rummage
[01:49:27] Ava Delaney goes through various items, purse, civvie clothes but something is missing..and turns back to the officer “No phone”
[01:50:16] Frank Timberwood folds his arms “It might be in the car that May took to escape with Sommers… I think it was Sommer’s personal car or maybe Sommers has it with her.”
[01:50:47] Ava Delaney : well she wouldn’t have left home without it, so yes, she must have left it in her car..that should make this a bit easier
[01:51:35] Ava Delaney : if the battery has held up, it’s been a few days since the escape
[01:52:06] Frank Timberwood nods “But why do you need the phone? Don’t you have her number?”
[01:52:20] Ava Delaney : but if not, I’ll locate the car, but I’ll need some info from you for that
[01:52:36] Ava Delaney : Sorry, I didn’t catch your name..?
[01:53:09] Frank Timberwood : “Officer Timberwood, but you can call me Frank.”
[01:53:56] Ava Delaney : Thankyou Frank, well the phone should be traceable if there’s any juice left in the battery.
[01:54:47] Ava Delaney : or if the inmate was dumb enough to charge it
[01:54:52] Ava Delaney : or use it
[01:55:47] Frank Timberwood nods “Which she probably has used. Which is dumb for her but good for us.”
[01:56:22] Ava Delaney : indeed, can I use a computer here?
[01:57:18] Frank Timberwood points towards the desk “Sure, you can use the ones on the desk.”
[01:57:40] Ava Delaney : despite being friends Megan obviously didn’t want nosey old me tracking her wherever , but I can if needed.
[01:57:53] Ava Delaney heads out to the reception area
[01:58:12] Frank Timberwood opens the door “Use the one in the middle, that one is mostly used to track suspects down.”
[01:59:54] Ava Delaney takes a set then realises the pc is obviously locked “can you login so I can get a broweser up?
[02:00:51] Frank Timberwood goes towards the computer and types in the password to login to the databases “There ye go, if there’s something… Ask me so I can be a bit of an aid to you as well.”
[02:03:50] Ava Delaney types in a seemingly random address into a web browser that’ blank apart from a single text entry box and types in a code, taking her into another page of input boxes. She turns to Frank, need a few details, they might seem random, but dhe changs them regularly.
[02:04:11] Ava Delaney : Can you remind me her badge number?
[02:04:47] Frank Timberwood : “From who exactly?”
[02:05:27] Ava Delaney : sorry,Megans officer badge number
[02:06:01] Frank Timberwood : “Ah yes, I think it was…” he gives out Sommers’ badge number
[02:06:25] Ava Delaney enters the code
[02:07:10] Ava Delaney : “And she had locker number 3..” enters that in a box
[02:07:36] Ava Delaney : She didn’t want me using this uless I’d actually been here and spoken to someone, i.e. a real emergency
[02:08:21] Ava Delaney : last question, which inmate would Megan consider the most dangerous?
[02:08:44] Ava Delaney : you know them I don’t obviously
[02:09:56] Frank Timberwood he scratches his head “That’s a tough one… I would say Jessica May as I’ve heard that she is a corrupt officer and a manipulator.”
[02:12:01] Ava Delaney the name in and hits Enter. Two sets of co-ordinates appear on the screen. One labelled Phone, the other Car. Turns to Frank.
[02:12:27] Ava Delaney : There we go, somewhere to start
[02:13:39] Ava Delaney : I did say “certain measures”
[02:13:53] Frank Timberwood : “Alrighty, that’s good. So what now?”
[02:14:13] Ava Delaney : Now, I go hunting
[02:15:01] Ava Delaney taps the co-ordinates into her phone and closes the page.
[02:16:01] Ava Delaney : You have a spare radio I can borrow? So I can tell you where to send the van?
[02:16:56] Frank Timberwood takes out his radio and hands it over “Here ye go, I bet you know how to use it right?”
[02:18:17] Ava Delaney smiles and nods “Yes, thanks” and stashes it inside her jacket. I’ll be off then, hopefully next time we meet I’ll have Sommers and May with me.
[02:19:31] Frank Timberwood nods “Take care my friend, Jessica May is a dangerous woman.”
[02:20:08] Ava Delaney smiles over her shoulder as she heads out the door ” So am I”.
RP Scene 2: Hunting
The location of Megan’s car was in a rather rundown part of town, the only place showing any signs of life was a tatty looking bar with a couple of probable prostitutes loitering outside.
Unsurprisingly I found Jess inside having a celebratory drink enjoying her newfound freedom, but no sign of Megan.
Jess hadn’t thought to leave the car somewhere further from where she might be found. This confirmed what I’d been told, that while Jess was psychotic murderous bitch, she wasn’t too bright.
(I should clarify here for those not so familiar with RP, that I am referring to the fictional characters described personality, created by their typist. Most definitely Not calling the real-life person behind the keyboard stupid.)
There followed an inevitable confrontation in the bar where I was too bold and ended up taking a gunshot in the chest as a result. Thank heavens for modern bullet proof vests.
Jess bolted out the door and met an accomplice, by the time I was up on my feet and able to pursue the pair of them had quite a head start.
I came in sight of them again near the waterfront where they were already in a boat, seems Jess might not be so smart but her unknown accomplice was.
I fired a few shots at them but I couldn’t risk killing Jess because I didn’t know where Megan was and the boat was too small for her to be onboard.
So I made a call on the radio I’d borrowed from officer Timberwood to update him and suggest they call the coastguard to follow them.
[06:25:15] Ava Delaney stands on the rocks looking out over the harbour as her quarry escapes. She takes out the radio she got from Frank and switches it on “Calling officer Timberwood, this is Ava Delaney. I have an update on Jessica May. Over”
[06:26:49] Frank Timberwood takes out his radio and responds “This is Timberwood, loud and clear, over.”
[06:30:06] Ava Delaney : I found Sommers car right where I expected it to be, jumpsuit in the backseat and signs of blood. Found May at a close by bar but she took a shot at me and slipped past me.
[06:30:29] Ava Delaney : She has an accomplice tall unidentified blonde male
[06:31:14] Ava Delaney : he had a boat waiting
[06:31:43] Frank Timberwood : “Do you need a medic to come to your location to heal that shot?”
[06:32:57] Ava Delaney : Negative, I was wearing a vest, so just gonna be sore and bruised. They were last seen heading west at Morelock Point
[06:33:24] Ava Delaney : Better notify the coastguard
[06:34:02] Frank Timberwood : “Do you need backup, or any assistance?” he hears her mentioning the coastguard “I’ll notify them to check the west side of Morelock Point, over.”
[06:37:18] Ava Delaney : “I’m fine for now, I’ll call you again when I have more information, for now I’m going back to that bar and search around for signs of Sommers. Over”
[06:38:17] Frank Timberwood : “Alright, take care, Ms. Delaney. Over.”
[06:41:03] Ava Delaney : “Thanks, Timberwood. Delaney out”
[06:41:19] Ava Delaney stashes the radio safely away
That unfortunately became the last part of the chase I was able to play out, but not the end of the story. Due to a combination of timezone differences and the inconvenience of the Christmas holidays, I was unable to make it to the locating Megan or the Capture of Jess stages of the storyline. Which was very disappointing.
However I did make a visit to Jess at the prison after her capture. When I was supposedly dropping off an application to become a guard at the prison, which never happened, but also to gloat a little. Although obviously I was not too pleased about getting shot, I conceded that I was pushing my luck in the situation resulting the damage to my rather expensive vest.
As you may have seen from Jess’s prison record above she was a Death Row inmate. This meant her escape and subsequent re-capture didn’t really change her sentence, just delayed it a little while. I was unable to attend the event but I have some pictures taken on the day, provided by Jess. You can see however that they are quite thorough and take it very seriously.
The original date scheduled for her execution was 16th of January 2020, in the end the (Roleplay) Death of Jessica May by electrocution (or “zap-zap chair” as the group call it) happened on 15th of February 2020.
Jess has since created a new character to play at the prison, which is fairly common in these situations. The new character may well have a different temperament, attitude and definitely a different appearance. Just as an actor plays a character in a movie or play.
Back in 2014 as part of a project exploring roleplay (RP) in SecondLife I visited a prison sim. I spent a little time there IC to get the feel of the place but didn’t like it much!
However I did make friends with one of the guards and we’ve remained friends since.
Recently we were catching up and she came up with a suggestion that I come and RP at the place she now does, Liddell Correctional Facility. The idea was that I might act as a freelance bounty-hunter, brought in to help bring back escapees. So we did an intro rp.
However before I could begin rp’ing there I first needed to put in an application to the Admin team. Part of which required writing an RP scenario for my chosen character role. I thought it would make a nice blog post, so here we go.
First here is part of the intro RP to set the scene:
[03:05:26] Ava Delaney opens the door and steps in confidently
[03:06:12] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers looks at the woman and smiles, politely “Ms Delaney?”
[03:08:08] Ava Delaney nods “yes, that’s me” smile slightly at her friends formality
[03:08:31] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers nods her head and says “Megan Sommers, I’m the Corrections Sergeant who the Warden might have mentioned when you spoke with her on the phone. I thought we might go somewhere more…informal”
[03:09:55] Ava Delaney: Yes, that would be preferrable I’m sure.
[03:10:31] Ava Delaney pats her bulging hip “I’m guessing you’ll want to take this?”
[03:11:48] Ava Delaney opens the jacket slightly to show the pistol handle and a badge that’s hard to identify with a glance
[03:14:42] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers : “I thought we could head across the road, the Warden confirmed to me it would be fine…somewhere discreet…I’l you’ll allow me”. She moves to the door and opens it
((we moved across to the club building opposite))
[03:16:32] Ava Delaney sits and stretches her legs out putting her feet up on the table
[03:16:45] Ava Delaney: good to see you my old friend
[03:17:20] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers indicates the sofa, and smiles, ordering a drink from the waiter “So, did they tell you what this job is about?”
[03:18:17] Ava Delaney: not specifically, no
[03:18:46] Ava Delaney: just that some “unconventional” methods may be required
[03:18:53] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers : “We need someone with some specialist skills, someone we’ve worked with before… Good with hardware, Good outdoors, so to speak. Resourceful…….”
[03:19:50] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers : “Now when they told me this, I thought of you, first…..”
[03:20:15] Ava Delaney: It does describe me quite well I guess
[03:20:19] Ava Delaney smiles
[03:22:06] Megan Sandalwood-Sommers smiles, quietly takes the drink offered by the waiter and looks at Ava “So we need someone available to us who can help with escapee recapture…. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s embarassing…..messy. And no one likes mess like that in the news, right?”
[03:23:59] Ava Delaney: Right. But obviously I can never guarantee it won’t be messy if they don’t want to play nice. But I do my best.
If you want to read the rest of full transcript click HERE.
And now my RP for the application:
Having received the file on the latest escapee I head across to the bar to sit and read through it. Having a habit of always wanting to know where the rear entrances of places are, I detour to glance down the alley at the side of the building and see it’s ajar. Either a member of staff wanting a smoke has left it open or someone wanted to try and enter unobserved.
I head down the alley to the door and glance through and notice it’s darker than it should be, someone has put out the lights at the back of the bar, so I draw my weapon and step through. There’s a door that must open next to the rear tables where I’d had my meeting with Sgt Sommers a few days previously.
So I slowly step up onto the end of the stage behind the curtains, a glance tells me the the main club is empty of civilians except a waiter and nudge the curtain just enough with my weapon to see into the corner, sure enough there’s someone in a jumpsuit stood in corner and the lights on the wall and nearest table are out. From their posture they’re watching the main room, not the rear, obviously taking a breather before making their next move, if they’ve even planned one.
I step out with my weapon raised aiming in their direction and cock it “I suggest you stay very still and raise your hands”
They move to open the door next to them and find it stuck on a bag of garbage I’d put in front of it from the alley. I shoot at the already damaged light next to their head.
“I said STAY STILL!” I say louder.
“Hey!” they yell “you can’t just shoot at me without warning!”
I reply “why not?” as I fire again finishing off the remnants of the lamp to keep them nervous as I walk swiftly towards them
“You’re the law, you have to obey rules” they say with a smug expression, which fades very quickly as I take the last steps to bring me face to face with them and put warm barrel of my gun against their forehead.
“Wrong guess” I say as I bring my knee up into their stomach and bring the butt of my gun against the side of their head as they fold and I step back and aim my gun at them in case they’d not gone out completely.
I glance over my shoulder as the main doors burst open and the real cops arrive. Clearly the waiter had been smart enough to call them rather than intervene. I raise my other hand holding up the warrant card the warden had issued me with and say to them “Ava Delaney, Department of Corrections deputy. Looks like I found some of your lost property.”
One of the officers shouts “Lower the gun Ma’am, I don’t know you”. I look at him and reply ” Someone point a gun at that piece of trash and I will”
Another officer has moved around by the tables and already done so “I am” they say.
I move my gun away from the escapee, pointing it at the ceiling and click the safety on so the officer can see me doing so and lower it and pass them the warrant for inspection. “It seems they hit their head while trying to open that door to escape”
I turn away from them holstering my gun and take a seat at a table and call over to the bar “Waiter! Tea for one, please!”
Note: At the time of publication I’m still waiting to hear from the Admin staff about my application(submitted mid November). However a number of inmates have actually escaped, on the day of publication. The timing was astonishingly coincidental.
I love Fantasy Faire in SL but rarely get to attend or take part in things. This year I decided to try and follow the rp instead of just visiting the empty scenes afterwards. This year one of the RP stories is the Bubo Owls, I kept up on what was going on through the updates page, so I had an idea what was going on when I eventually made it inworld on time.
It was great fun watching the story unfold as the kids explored, questioned and solved their way through the evolving story. There will be a few more twists and turns in the story I am sure!
I took a collection of photos in their base below the flying market and at various places we went to as I followed them around to different plot locations.
I had been in a family called The Rainbow Princesses (name changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike) for a few years,but not particularly active in it, what with my Gor rp. I decided it was time to take a more active role. So I started hanging out at the family sim a bit and being more active in the group chat. I’d been away for quite a while so there were lots of new people I didn’t know that I gradually got to know.
I had often not attended the weekly clan parties because of a schedule clash, but that had also changed so I started attending regularly. However these events had begun to become less frequent due to staff shortage and lack of attendance. I felt I wanted to help, so I enquired about hosing at one of the parties, for which I was accepted.
That was a great night,though I was a little nervous, I was alongside a great DJ and it was a lot of fun. I only actually ever got to host one other set the whole time. Any offers to host or organise extra events, bring in another DJ were met with a prompt “no”, as if the club manager actually wanted the place to fail.
At some point I heard of a promotion of a member of the group to the rank of Knight,which surprised me.
I remembered this person was a new arrival to the clan,actually recalling their arrival, so the announcement surprised me. I thought aren’t these higher ranks for long-standing family members? It seemed not, so I decided that was what I wanted to achieve. I figured if they could do it,so could I. However I’d have to do it on merits rather than friends,since I’d already managed to offend a well-liked member of the royalty more than once.
So I set myself the goal to become Knight by Christmas,New Year at the latest.
As well as hosting at the club I began to run regular help with certain Bloodlines Achievements. These are tasks you do using the game’s hud and vary considerably in difficulty. These were well attended to begin with, though I ended up having to space them out to suit people better. I also jointly did an Achievement challenge with one of the other family members. This is where things started to get trickier. Shortly after that event the other person got promoted, I did not. I was not amused.
This may sound childish to some, but not to others including my Leige at the time. They said it was understandable,considering how hard I’d been working in the family. I was told the Council had actually voted to promote me at the same time as well.
When I eventual had my interview for the promotion to Knight which came after a considerably longer time than any apart the King & Queen felt reasonable, I mentioned this. They did take the view of it being childish,also claiming that they didn’t like to promote many people at the same time. In this case that would have been Two. While rummaging for notes to help me write this account I found a Group Notice announcement of Three people at once and also discovered they preferred to promote in groups,contrary to what I was told.
So clearly despite words to the contrary, it’s definitely a popularity contest and I’m not good at popular. I speak my mind too much for many people’s liking.
So on 13th November 2018 after my interview I was made Knight Prospect. Knight privileges but on a trial basis, that could be a month or more, dependent on the whim of the King as I understood it. Mine did run into the “more” timeframe. However since then I’ve had people say that they’d never heard of interviews being held, or extended trial periods within that family. Apparently things had been stacked against me.
The saying about grass being greener on the other side,definitely applies here. The role of Knight is indeed an honour, the trust of all security related permissions covering multiple sl regions is not something to be taken lightly. However the role can be dressed up and made to sound more prestigious, but you are basically a glorified greeter/security guard for the family land.
I had always felt proud to be in this particular family, but things often look better from a distance. Getting glimpses of the inner workings of things aren’t always a pretty sight.
I spent some months as Knight Prospect gradually becoming more disillusioned as time passed. In the end it was a simple unnecessary comment that was the last straw and prompted my departure. I’d just had enough of the little comments and attitude from single person.
It hurt me greatly,but it was time to move on. So in February 2019 I used the bloodlines hud to create my own little “family” for a while and then briefly spent some time at a former leige’s clan. Until I joined the family of another former member of the Rainbow Princesses. Where I’m pleased to say I’m happy again.
So to answer the original question of what I’m doing now:
Now I am much happier member of the Twist of Fate family, who are considerably more active in many ways.
Moral of the story for me,don’t pursue a goal for a goals sake.
For those readers that reacted “ugh,bloodlines” Maybe you can see that families/clans are just like any other social group in sl, a mixture of fun and drama. We just have to find somewhere with the right balance for each of us.