I had the pleasure of meeting Dr. Geier, a surgeon emigrated from the Gor regions you has started in Infirmary in Caledon Tanglewood, specializing in Obstetrics. We immediately coordinated to certify her facility as part of the Caledon Red Cross network (including Regency Hospital and Tamrannoch Sanatorium). She assisted me in diagnosing a patient of a species of which I have considerable knowledge.
I also received a gift from Lady Darkling...Bottled Spierling Lightning! I'm sure I can put this to use in the Lab!
Now, I am off to Lady Eva's rezday!
Thursday, May 28
Port Galveston Wants You!
Port Galveston is a quaint Victorian-age sim modeled after a Texas port town in the 1860's, with shops, residences and several club venues. Child avatars, Nekos, and animal avatars are welcome to join us. We welcome all newcomers to our fair shores. Home to The Menard House and The Strumpet's Mess. Owners are on the sim most of the time to meet and greet newcomers. Commercial and Residential Accommodations available on sim, if interested contact owners:
Tony Paragorn
Penelope Sandalwood
Aviborm Aristocrat
Tony Paragorn
Penelope Sandalwood
Aviborm Aristocrat
Wednesday, May 27
the cat brought company
"Stay calm, everyone! Stay..."
Yet another explosion rocked Mason Labs, knocking my dolls off their feet. Koen curled under the cover of my operating table.
"These demons don't give up, do they?" shouted marion as she pushed her two sisters off of her.
Indeed, they weren't. Three of them tried charging straight through the disintegration field (with predictable results) before they resorted to assaulting the Lab itself with the ugliest improvised artillery I'd ever seen.
"Why aren't we fighting back?" asked vanna as she reattached her arm.
"We don't have to. They're attacking from outside the Lab property, which means..."
I was interrupted by a muffled WHUMP of a small explosion and the shriek of a demon. Then a series of a dozen or so more explosions, followed by more shouts.
I turned on the amplifier and donned the headphones.
"Thank you Tensai!"
"Welcome! Don't forget your rent's due tomorrow!"
Yet another explosion rocked Mason Labs, knocking my dolls off their feet. Koen curled under the cover of my operating table.
"These demons don't give up, do they?" shouted marion as she pushed her two sisters off of her.
Indeed, they weren't. Three of them tried charging straight through the disintegration field (with predictable results) before they resorted to assaulting the Lab itself with the ugliest improvised artillery I'd ever seen.
"Why aren't we fighting back?" asked vanna as she reattached her arm.
"We don't have to. They're attacking from outside the Lab property, which means..."
I was interrupted by a muffled WHUMP of a small explosion and the shriek of a demon. Then a series of a dozen or so more explosions, followed by more shouts.
I turned on the amplifier and donned the headphones.
"Thank you Tensai!"
"Welcome! Don't forget your rent's due tomorrow!"
Tuesday, May 26
perhaps I was mistaken
Sparky carried marion's inert frame in her arms as she emerged from the fog of the freezer unit.
"But..." I stammered as I fastened the bandages to my torso over the stab wound, "if that's marion, who is she?" I pointed to the broken doll on the floor wearing marion's dress.
Sparky only shrugged as she hefted marion's frosted porcelain limbs into the corner with a crash. I knelt down over my would-be assassin and removed her wig, and flipped open the access panel on her cranium.
"Sparky? Jeweler's goggles and tweezers."
After a day of examining the impostor's clockwork I pulled out a minuscule wooden punchcard from the behavioral index.
"This is Aleister's design," I growled as I crushed the card. I gave her key a few twists and stepped back as her processor began whirring.
"Little doll," I said calmly. "What is your name?"
"My name is vanna, Sir." The doll did her best to sit up, considering the mangling sparky gave to her earlier to rescue me. "Where am I, Sir? The last thing I remember someone biting my Builder on the neck..."
I nodded sadly. "You are in Mason Labs, vanna. Welcome to our family."
"Get out of my dress, vanna!" shouted marion as she rose, brushing the ice off of her synthetic flesh.
"So much for starting on the right foot," I sighed.
"But..." I stammered as I fastened the bandages to my torso over the stab wound, "if that's marion, who is she?" I pointed to the broken doll on the floor wearing marion's dress.
Sparky only shrugged as she hefted marion's frosted porcelain limbs into the corner with a crash. I knelt down over my would-be assassin and removed her wig, and flipped open the access panel on her cranium.
"Sparky? Jeweler's goggles and tweezers."
After a day of examining the impostor's clockwork I pulled out a minuscule wooden punchcard from the behavioral index.
"This is Aleister's design," I growled as I crushed the card. I gave her key a few twists and stepped back as her processor began whirring.
"Little doll," I said calmly. "What is your name?"
"My name is vanna, Sir." The doll did her best to sit up, considering the mangling sparky gave to her earlier to rescue me. "Where am I, Sir? The last thing I remember someone biting my Builder on the neck..."
I nodded sadly. "You are in Mason Labs, vanna. Welcome to our family."
"Get out of my dress, vanna!" shouted marion as she rose, brushing the ice off of her synthetic flesh.
"So much for starting on the right foot," I sighed.
Monday, May 25
This week at the Menard House in Port Galveston (Note the Steampunk event!)
may 25
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien best in gothic leather [I approve]
9-11 Johny Boxers and Panties
May 26
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien Best in big hair [Filthy Fruno FTW]
9-11 Johny Vamps and tramps
May 27
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien best in shorts [Oy!]
9-11 Johny best in tanks and halters
May 28
5-7 Belina
7-9 Ella Cops & Robbers
9-11 Johny Convicts and Wardens
May 29
5-7 Belina
7-9 Ella Gods & Goddesses
9-11 Johny Nymphs & Pucks [I'm glad there wasn't a typo]
may 30
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien SteamPunk [RED FIRE!]
9-11 Johny Saturday Night Salsa Pajama Party
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien best in gothic leather [I approve]
9-11 Johny Boxers and Panties
May 26
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien Best in big hair [Filthy Fruno FTW]
9-11 Johny Vamps and tramps
May 27
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien best in shorts [Oy!]
9-11 Johny best in tanks and halters
May 28
5-7 Belina
7-9 Ella Cops & Robbers
9-11 Johny Convicts and Wardens
May 29
5-7 Belina
7-9 Ella Gods & Goddesses
9-11 Johny Nymphs & Pucks [I'm glad there wasn't a typo]
may 30
5-7 Belina
7-9 Darien SteamPunk [RED FIRE!]
9-11 Johny Saturday Night Salsa Pajama Party
the betrayal is worse than the wound
So "Father", was it your intention to send marion back to me so she could murder me in my sleep? You very nearly succeeded. I am very lucky to have another doll who is loyal to me who prevented the coup de gras.
That murderous mannequin is probably miles from Steelhead by now.
Perhaps you were as taken in by blood-tinged sweetness as I was. Perhaps she was as eager a minion for your Spark madness as she was for me.
If and when you come back from your expedition to find Professor Burro, "Doctor Mason", we will have a nice long talk. I've tolerated your delusions for long enough. It is time for a cure.
That murderous mannequin is probably miles from Steelhead by now.
Perhaps you were as taken in by blood-tinged sweetness as I was. Perhaps she was as eager a minion for your Spark madness as she was for me.
If and when you come back from your expedition to find Professor Burro, "Doctor Mason", we will have a nice long talk. I've tolerated your delusions for long enough. It is time for a cure.
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