And I said yes. It's been a long time coming, but Chloe asked me to partner with her. All this time, I though I would be the one to get to pop the question...surprise, surprise. =)
Chloe, sweetie, you have given me the best Christmas gift I could ever hope for. I love you.
In surprise whirlwind decision, I have been made Matron of the Catwalkers of Midian City as of today. Unfortunately, one of the things I have to do right away is replace a lot of Catwalker furniture, props, decorations, etc, which belonged to the previous matron, Rith. Since they belong to her, they're leaving with her.
The most important thing I need right now is a security door. One that is easily configurable and will only open for groups and/or individual avatars of my choosing. I actually need two, but I'll probably just use the same door for both. If someone can direct me to a place that has one that's relatively inexpensive and easy to use, I would be greatly appreciative! I can take care of furnishing the den and stuff without too much fuss (or money...hopefully)
Thanks in advance for any suggestions! =)
Hey all!
Today is very special, because it's Midian City's birthday. To celebrate, we are throwing a "rave" (more like an outdoor party than a true rave) on the boardwalk between the poolhall and the Twilight Zone. The party is open to anyone, but it is an in-character event, of course. I will be playing from 5-7pm SLT tonight. You can listen to my set through the Midian City or Apocalypse main streams, or by using this url:
http://aegyptia.serverroom.us:6848/listen.pls
My set will feature dance-oriented genres, such as electro, electroclash, techno, acid, industrial, idm, etc. I'm also going to attempt to record this set for podcasting purposes.
Thanks, and I hope you'll check it out. =)
This set was for a "rave" held at the newly abandoned (or so we though) Four Horsemen Bar. It wasn't a "rave" in the traditional sense (aka: lots of techno), so I played a punk/post-punk & related set to get things started off on a rowdy note.
You can download the set here:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/cryk3x
I um...don't have a tracklist for you at the moment, but I can post one later. If you download my set, please leave a comment to let me know, so I know if this is worthwhile for me to do or not. Thanks!
Hey all!
I am part of a group of people that operate a pirate radio station in Midian City, called KAOS Radio. When I dj, I do so completely in-character, and I even speak (yes, you get to hear Tober's voice!). My show, Tober's Rain of Ruin, is scheduled for every Tuesday from 5-8pm SLT. Yes, that means tonight! I also play other days of the week around the same time, but Tuesday is my only firmly scheduled day. You can listen to my set through the Midian City or Apocalypse main streams, or by using this url:
http://aegyptia.serverroom.us:6848/listen.pls
I play all sorts of music, such as punk, post-punk, hip hop, post-rock, shoegaze, techno, electro, idm, freak folk, etc. You get the idea. Tonight's set will also feature interesting instrumental songs of different genres.
Thanks, and I hope you'll check it out. =)
((Sorry for taking so long to write a new entry! I've been very busy lately.))
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
A lot has happened in the past three days. I'm writing this right now while resting in the den...because I was almost killed a couple of days ago.
Things with The Pack finally came to a head, and I found myself in the middle of a gunfight with only my throwing knives to defend myself. I didn't do so well, and was shot several times. All of the Catwalker kittens had been ordered to take cover in the church during this battle, so I made my way from the area of the fight to there. I barely made it inside the church before collapsing to the ground, much to the horror of the poor kittens inside. Luckily for me, a couple of them have medical experience, so they were able to perform first aid on me until they could get me back to our Gore Room.
I don't remember much of what happened in the church, but according to some reports, Kohji came in and either refused to help me, or just ignored me, or didn't offer to help. I honestly don't know what happened, but everyone's reports about the incident are at least plausible. Supposedly, something happened to Sarika and he refused to help her as well...so anything is possible.
The Storytellers of Midian: How Collaborative Fiction Strengthen Roleplaying Communities
Wagner James Au has written a very nice, accurate article about Midian City on his blog. I highly recommend reading it!
Yep, I almost didn't have a chance to post about it today, but it's the 7th monthiversary for Chloe and I. And Chloe is back on broadband (finally!!) so I can actually do things with her...like celebrate our time together =)
Hey all!
So, as I mentioned in my last post, I've been djing the past few weeks in Midian City. I am part of a group of people that operate a pirate radio station in the city, called KAOS Radio. When I dj, I do so completely in-character, and I even speak (yes, you get to hear Tober's voice!). My show is scheduled for every Tuesday from 5-8pm SLT. Yes, that means tonight! I also play other days of the week around the same time, but Tuesday is my only firmly scheduled day. You can listen to my set through the Midian City or Apocalypse main streams, or by using this url:
http://aegyptia.serverroom.us:6848/listen.pls
I play all sorts of music, such as punk, post-punk, hip hop, post-rock, shoegaze, techno, electro, idm, freak folk, etc. You get the idea. Thanks, and I hope you'll check it out. =)
Ok, by now you know how I am...I don't do memes, really. But...I was tagged by Codebastard Redgrave, so here goes:
Here are the rules:
(1) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
(2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
(3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
(4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Perhaps I'll follow Vint's lead and have some facts about me-in-SL and me-in-RL...
1. October, Tober, Tobie...they're all me. And by me, I mean she's the RL me as can only be perceived through the SL interface. Tobie is my soul incarnate, my avatar. In both worlds, I am honest, funny, kind, giving, bright, affectionate, curious, creative, sensitive, slightly shy, and quite a bit silly. If you like me in SL, you will most likely like me in RL too.
2. In RL and in SL, I own motorcycles. In RL, I have a 1970 Honda CB100 SS, and a 1972 Honda CL100. The CL100 isn't ready to ride right now; it's a project bike. The CB100 is my baby, and I ride her all the time. I've owned her for about 10 years now, purchased from the original owner. She is in great condition and I take very good care of her, doing all of the maintenance and repairs to her myself (it's a lot easier than you might think it would be, trust me) Here's a photo of her:
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I have created a syndicated feed of my blog on LJ for you guys:
http://syndicated.livejournal.com/october_hush/
All you have to do is go there and add it as a friend!
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I have some good news and some bad news. Ok, good news first! I met a really cute neko boy the other day named Duke. He seems to really like me. The bad news is, he's in the Pack. This makes Tober a sad kitty. To make matters worse, when I met Duke, he was with his adopted kid, Blake, who kept trying to tell Duke that I was a spy for the Catwalkers. Duke seemed a little lovestruck though and wasn't really listening to her. Hee hee.
Seriously though, things are really becoming tense between us and the Pack. There's talk about the Pack moving from their underground den to a new place in the Apocalypse ruins. I don't know if that's good or bad just yet. I guess if they're planning on expanding and recruiting more people, then it could be bad...not just for us Catwalkers, but for Midian in general. The Pack are predators, and I know firsthand that Angela seems to be a bit bent on taking over.
I really don't want any part of this conflict, but unfortunately I've been stuck in the middle of it ever since I agreed to be a spy for the Catwalkers. I had a feeling this was going to happen. That's about all I wanted to write about right now. More later.
Come see a fresh assortment of my photos and those of other talented Neko photographers tomorrow. Below is the official notice:
BELLA LUNA GALLERY is proud to present its first show and grand opening celebration on October 19th at 5pm SLT.
Our first show's theme is Kittens with Cameras, and showcases the works of several neko photographers:
+ OCTOBER HUSH
+ DUI ZHANG
+ JEZEBELLA ELECTRICTEETH
+ MYCA LING
+ VASEAN TALAMASCA
The opening party starts at 5pm SLT. Come in costume, and you'll have the opportunity to win $L500 to the best dressed male and female.
Hope to see you there for art, dancing and fun!
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Sunshine/195/160/22
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Something is definitely brewing between the Catwalkers and the Pack, and it's not good at all. I ran into Shem on the street near the Bridge to Nowhere. She's very friendly, and we sat down and talked while giving each other pets and scratches. While we were talking, I told her that I left the Pack and was now with the Catwalkers, but that didn't mean we couldn't still be friends. She then shocked the hell out of me by coming right out and saying that she was planning to kill the Catwalker Matron. She just said it so calmly and cheerfully, as if she were saying "Oh, it's a lovely day today!" that I think I couldn't even reply for a couple of seconds.
I asked her if she was serious, and she said she was. I tried to remain calm and asked her why she was doing this, and she said she was doing it because Rith (the Matron) is evil, and Angela wanted her dead. Obviously, I couldn't allow this to happen. We talked a little more, then I left her as soon as I was able. I reported directly to Lindsay about this, and she of course passed on the info on to Chai and Rith. Chai told me himself that the Pack was in for "a big surprise." I don't know what that means, but I'm sure it doesn't involve someone popping out of a cake. I think we may be at war soon.
After I told Linds about the situation with Shem, she and I were talking more. I found out today that Linds essentially cannot be romantic with another person. She was fitted with a device that resembles a metal snake that sits inside her throat. She calls this thing the "weasel." It controls her breathing and heart rate, and it's designed to do something else as well: kill. This thing is activated by arousal and deployed - through Lindsay's mouth - upon sensing pressure on her lips. It enters the victim and essentially devours their insides, then returns to Linds' body. While the weasel is outside of her, her breathing and heart stops. She says the action of the weasel is so fast that it only stays outside of her body for a moment. However, without the weasel, she would die. I asked her if there were any way it could be removed and she told me there wasn't. I didn't quite know what to say to her. I'm not sure I said anything...I think I just hugged her.
The closer I get to Lindsay, the more in awe of her I am. She's so brave and strong in many ways, and somehow just keeps soldiering on. She is something she doesn't want to be, and it clearly haunts her every day. If I were in her position, I don't know how I could carry on like that.
(Note: The concept of "The Weasel" is originally from the novel Hardwired, by Walter Jon Williams. An excerpt from the novel can be read here.)
Ok, you guys know I don't normally write about stuff like this, but I was kind of surprised and rather disappointed when I read the comments people have left on Autoblog's article entitled More automakers leading a Second Life. Most commenters stated that they found SL boring and stopped using it after only an hour, then uninstalled it from their computers.
I can't really argue against someone's opinion of SL; but I just can't help but wonder why they feel that way, and the rest of us (my blog audience, my friends, and probably millions of others) feel completely the opposite way.
Discuss!
This was too good for me to not pass on to everyone I know...there's now a Nicholaz Client for OSX! Some of you may know that I use Nicholaz Beresford's Nicholaz Edition Client for Windows on my home computer, but at work, I've been stuck with using the official client from Linden Lab, which I really dislike. Well, not anymore! I just downloaded the release candidate viewer and the Nicholaz patcher from here, and now I can enjoy Nicholaz's sweet client on my work computer too! I just used it for a second and it seems to work great, and no more stupid "Communicate" window. I hate that thing!
Anyway, if you have a Mac (or Windows), give it a try! You'll probably like it. It's very much like the "old school" client.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Yesterday I suspected my time with The Pack was coming to a close, and today I know for certain it is. I came into the den yesterday afternoon to find Angela and a couple of others working on a young girl around my age, named Shem. I wasn't told about this at all, and probably wouldn't have heard about it unless I happened to walk into the med room at that time. Shem is a clone. Angela is using her for something, but I don't know what, and Angela wasn't exactly being forthcoming with me. I think she's stopped trusting me. From what I can gather, Shem is to be used for some kind of dangerous mission, and I have a hunch as to what that might be.
I met up with Lindsay today to tell her what was going on, and she told me that Rith, the Catwalker Matron, would be calling me into the fold within a day or two. I feel like I'm standing at a crossroads right now. I've put my trust in the Catwalkers, and hopefully they won't be just calling me in to get rid of me, having worn out my usefulness. I know I keep repeating this in many of my entries, but I really hope I made the right choice. I'll find out soon enough.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
This is really difficult for me to write about, but it's important. Today, I found out that my friend Reinhardt has been killed. This girl, Riley, who I believe was once with Reinhardt, is the one who told me.
Reinhardt and I haven't been quite so close lately; I've been busy with The Pack and The Catwalkers, and Reinhardt became a member of the Benelli family. They are some kind of mafia, and I'm pretty sure they hired him as muscle. So, we began moving in separate circles. We still kept in touch, but not as often as before.
According to Riley, he was kidnapped by a group of the Mechs (mechanically/cybernetically augmented people) and had his cybernetics forcibly removed while conscious. Afterwards, he snapped and went on a rampage, nearly killing Solrana, the bartender of the Twilight Zone. He also went to the Medical Center later and continued his spree of violence until someone put a bullet in his head. Nobody knows why he went crazy, and I have no idea why the Mechs did what they did to him. It all seems so senseless, like a lot of things here.
There is, however, a silver lining to this very dark cloud. According to Riley, Reinhardt left millions of credits in an account in my name. It's enough money to last me for the rest of my life, probably. Now, the question is...do I stay here, or do I make my break, buy myself a new identity and go somewhere nobody will know me? I don't know. All of this is a lot for me to deal with right now. I really have to think it over.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I had a couple of somewhat harrowing experiences with the Pack recently, and unsurprisingly, they both involved Dethis getting into trouble. The first thing was, she got into trouble for god knows what, and Angela chained her up to a bunk in the den. Well, Angela, Dita and I were down in the den too when all of a sudden we hear a loud noise coming from the door on the surface. We open the door and spring out, and there's two people - a man and a woman - trying to cut open the door with an acetylene torch to get into the den to get to Dethis. It was fucking ridiculous. They claimed that they were only trying to make sure that she was safe because Angela had "kidnapped" her, which is not exactly true. Eventually, we got them to leave, but it was pretty scary, considering that I only have my throwing knives for weapons. Plus, I'm a medic, not a soldier...but sometimes I have to do what's needed, just to keep up my image as a loyal Pack member.
Then, a few days later, Dethis somehow gets herself caught and beaten by Mari of the Catwalkers. Mari hung her, unconscious and bloody, by her tail on the second story of some ruins over in the area we call "Apocalypse". Mari just sat there on a lawn chair next to Dethis, not saying a word as several of us Pack members surrounded the area below. This was a difficult situation for me...I don't think Mari knows that I'm working undercover, and she's a very dangerous neko. Aside from that, I didn't want to fight her, but I didn't want to appear a coward in front of the Pack either. Mari wouldn't respond to us when we called out to her...she was waiting for us to make our move. It seemed like this tense situation was going to go on forever until Mari finally yawned (I assume out of boredom), kicked Dethis onto the ground, and then leaped away. After that, we had to carry Dethis back to the Pack den, and of course I had to treat her. She was really beaten up and shot too. I ended up having to improvise some surgery on her to stop internal bleeding. I'm not a doctor by any means...I don't know how I did it. It was the worst thing I think I've ever had to do to someone else. Once she was all sewn up and stabilized, I broke down crying as I was cleaning myself up by the sink. I quickly pulled myself back together though, just in case someone else saw me.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, to be honest. I do like my friends in the Pack, and I have been loyal to them. I have also been loyal to the Catwalkers, and still am...but something has to give. Every day I question my decision to do this mission, and every day it becomes more dangerous for me to be here.
Hello, avid reader and casual passerby! I'm currently in a quandary. Almost everyone I know raves about Wordpress, and two people who are close to me, Jez and Chloe, both recently jumped from Blogger to Wordpress. Following their (and many others) cue, I did the same thing, and made a blog on Wordpress. Here's where you can find it:
http://octoberhush.wordpress.com/
As you can see, it imported just about everything from this blog. Now, the issue I'm having is that I don't really find Wordpress any easier to use or customize than Blogger...in fact, quite the opposite. I'm not happy with any of the templates available in Wordpress, and the customizing of them seems very limited and reliant on CSS, which I haven't got a clue about. Really, all I want to do is write my little diaries, you know?
So, now's your chance to pipe in. If you're a Wordpress user, and especially if you've gone from Blogger to Wordpress, please tell me what's so great about it, because right now, I'm just not getting it.
I was going to move my blog there permanently, but now that's probably not going to happen, unless someone can change my mind. So please, help a poor little neko out. I want to hear your opinions. Thanks!
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
The first thing I realized once I joined The Pack, was that they're not bad people. In fact, I pretty much like everyone and am already developing friendships here. There's a strong female presence here, and I like it. Right now, we are mainly nekos, but The Pack is open to any race. The only part of their rules I have an issue with is hunting humans. Angela told me that it wasn't necessary for me to hunt if I didn't feel comfortable doing it. Thank god, because I honestly don't think I could hunt anything that could talk back to me.
I did my first patch-up job yesterday, on Dethis. She's always getting herself into trouble; with people outside of The Pack, and with Angela. I swear she must be a masochist. I had to extract a bullet from her, stitch some cuts and treat some abrasions. Afterwards she acted as if nothing happened. I haven't had to be a medic since my time doing post-war relief...it was stressful for me to get back into it again. I don't know why, but sometimes it makes me cry afterwards. I think I just hate seeing people get hurt, and having someone's life in my hands is a huge responsibility. On the other hand, I feel that helping people is my purpose in life, despite the rocky road I've had so far. There's certainly plenty of people to help here.
Being in The Pack isn't all serious...we kick back, relax, have nip, get drunk...all that good stuff. I have to admit, I've been drinking a lot lately. I keep telling myself it's stress, and it probably is, but god I don't want to become an alcoholic. I've been hitting the nip pretty hard lately too. I need to maintain some control. I let things happen that normally probably wouldn't happen if I wasn't fucked up. The other night, my friend Chandra led me behind the Fun House to "talk", and all I can remember of the night is both of us being naked, our bodies pressed against one another, and her touching me. Otherwise it's all a blur. I don't even know how I got back to the den.
I keep thinking about Chandra now, after that night. Was it all a dream? Was I just too fucked up that I imagined it? It's not exactly like I can ask her "Hey, did we have sex the other night?" Ugh, that wouldn't go over well. God, she's so beautiful. Everything about her is graceful and delicate, but not fragile. I don't know what she would see in someone like me...I'm just a scruffy low-class neko barely out of high school, and homeless until recently. She was a model before she came to Midian, and you can tell just by looking at her. She's magnetic...perfect alabaster skin, eyes you can lose yourself in. It's the kind of beauty that will distract you from whatever you are doing.
Anyway, back on topic...I'm not really sure if I understand what is the cause of the animosity between The Pack and the Catwalkers. Maybe it's not for me to know. All I do is relay what I see and hear. Am I doing the right thing? I don't know. I'm just trying to get by. I think about the friendships I'm forming and then I realize that those same friends will probably come to hate me once I leave. It makes me very sad. I hope this is all worth it.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Lindsay took me off of the Hounds assignment because she had something new she wanted me to do. The Catwalkers wanted a set of eyes and ears inside The Pack, and apparently Lindsay thought I would be good for the job. I asked her what was in it for me, and she replied by asking me what I would want. I told her living on the streets was no fun, and she told me she would see what she could do about that.
The next day she got back to me and told me that I would be a full member of the Catwalkers for completing my mission. That was an offer I couldn't refuse, and it was what I really wanted. I feel myself drawn to the Catwalkers, even though I have had problems with one or two of their members. Anyway, that day I got in contact with Angela, The Pack's Alpha, and told her I would like to join her group. She accepted me immediately, and took me on as The Pack's medic.
At the very least, I am off the streets and in a warm den with cushions to sleep on, food, and company. I feel guilty about being a spy for the Catwalkers, but...I don't know...I have to do this. I don't want to miss out on my chance to be with the Catwalkers. I know I would feel at home with them. I just hope I don't get caught by Angela in the meantime.
After having talked to Lindsay several times now, I think I may have misread her at first. Her appearance is intimidating, and so are her abilities, but she has also seems to take a genuine interest in me and cares about my welfare. She's bought me food, given me advice, and has actually even told me more about herself. She told me if I run into any trouble with The Pack, to immediately call her and she would bail me out. I hope that's true...and I hope I won't have to find out.
...to Chloe and I! It's been three months today since Chloe and I have been together as a couple. I can't wait for her to be back on broadband again so we can go on our little adventures and have fun.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Or is it infamous? No matter, I was featured in Mygdala March and Alexander Burgess' serial extravaganza known as Met a Stranger
http://mygdala.com/2007/07/23/far-from-fields-met-a-stranger-24/
If you haven't read any of this, you might want to start from the beginning, which is conveniently located here.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Something really strange happened to me today. I was roof-hopping and I happened to slip from a roof after a bad landing, and ended falling in the open sewer. Totally gross. As I cursed to myself and picked myself up, I heard voices coming from inside the sewer tunnel. Of course my curiosity got the best of me, so I crept in to check it out. I saw two masked people in there; one female neko and one MPD officer. I stood there quietly in the shadows, but the talking stopped when I entered the tunnel. That made me nervous because I figured that meant they knew I was there.
Well, I was right, they did. The neko approached me...she was a scary sight, all covered in spikes and dressed all in black, but with beautiful eyes behind her mask. She spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone and asked my why she shouldn't kill me. I honestly don't remember exactly what I replied...I think something about being able to help her and the Catwalkers, which I assumed she was a member of. She considered the reply and told me I would have to prove myself. She gave me a necklace with an amulet to wear as a sign of my loyalty to her, and she told me she would be calling on me to perform certain tasks for her. It didn't sound like I had a choice in the matter. She gave me her phone number and then disappeared into the shadows again.
Her name is Lindsay. Apparently, I'm now her bitch.
The MPD officer stood there the whole time and when Lindsay went away, he (or she, I'm not sure) went up to me, and silently offered me a small can of tuna. I nervously took it from his hand, saying "thanks..." and then he also quietly disappeared into the shadows. Needless to say, I got out of the sewers as quickly as possible and went to the subway restroom to clean myself off and put on some clean clothing.
I swear I am never going to set foot in those goddamn sewers again.
Today marks the second month that my sweet kitty Chloe and I have been together. I feel so lucky to be with someone as wonderful as her =)
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I have a hangover today, no big surprise, since I got pretty wasted last night. Ugh. But despite my pounding head, I feel I need to write about something that happened last night.
I had sex with a human female for the very first time!
I'm all giggly and blushing right now just thinking about it. Her name is Mica, and she is a cute girl I met at the TZ while drinking. It's all a little hazy, but from what I can remember, I was drinking and dancing, and then drinking some more, and then talking with Mica. Well, I got really drunk (big shocker) and Mica insisted on walking me home. Upon realizing I couldn't walk anywhere, I ended up plopping on the beach in front of the TZ and Mica kept me company.
I'm not really sure how one thing lead to another, but I think she started with petting me, and scratching my ears, and massaging my tail. I just melted into her arms. She was so nice and gentle with me. I didn't know what to expect since I had only ever been with male humans. Then, the kissing happened, naturally. She was a very sweet kisser! And, well...things progressed from there.
Even though I was wasted, I didn't get naked. Thank god, because, I mean, we were out in public after all! I remember her running her soft hands over my body underneath my clothes, making my fuzz stand up on end and my skin tingle. And when she slipped her hand into my pants...oh my god...that was so hot. She was fucking me right out in the open and nobody could tell. I've never done anything like that before. It was incredible. After she made me come, I don't really remember anything. I did wake up here in my hiding spot, so I guess she helped me get home after all.
I hope I can see her again! This also marks the first time I've had sex with someone since I left Port One, and she told me it was her first experience with a neko. She admitted she knows very little about my kind.
Ok, that's all for now. I need to drink some water and take a nap.
I'm taking a short break from my slew of Midian City Diary posts to tell my dear readers that my sweet kitty Chloe is able to be in-world now, on dialup, on a limited basis. After her being off-world for over a month, I am quite obviously very, very happy to be able to see and talk to her again in SL. This comes just in time for our second-monthiversary, which is tomorrow! =)
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Well, I made a SLProfiles.com profile, which you can find here. Feel free to add me if you already have a profile. There's not much on there right now, but I will add pics and stuff soon.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I forgot to write in my last entry that I met up two people who were on the lifeboat with me! One's name is Chandra, and she's the beautiful woman who told the guard to let me on the boat. The other is Amaterasu (Ama for short), who is a small and pretty neko. They both took on jobs as dancers at the club The Twilight Zone. Ama told me the gruesome story of how she had her ears and tail forcibly removed from her, but a doctor here was able to help her replace them. I can't imagine ever losing my parts...her story made me nauseous just listening to it. I get the chills writing about it now.
Chandra and I had a nice talk the other day, just sitting on the grass in a quiet area facing the moon. There's something intriguing about her, I don't know what it is. Talking with her really helps soothe and center me. Unsurprisingly, she was a model and a ballet dancer (I think) before ending up on our fateful cruise. I think I may have found a good friend to have here. I really enjoy her company.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I've been here in Midian for a week or so now, I think. It's hard to keep track because of the perpetual darkness here. Things aren't going so well for me...I'm living on the streets now, maybe for good. I spent my remaining few credits last night on booze. Sometimes I can find drugs and bags of catnip in the alleys or on the rooftops that people have dropped. I still won't touch dope though.
I haven't had too much trouble getting food, but I do usually have to work for it. If I can't steal something from the sushi stand, I will go hunting. I've found a few places around the shore where it's relatively clean and I catch fish or crabs with a stick I sharpened on a rock or with a broken bottle. Then I take my meal-on-a-stick and roast it over a barrel fire. I try to do this in a secluded spot, because it's embarrassing. But it does taste pretty good, I have to say.
Getting extra clothes to wear hasn't really been an issue either because I've simply been stealing clothes off the clotheslines here. I even got a nice pair of boots that someone left on a fire escape to dry out.
I don't know what I'm going to do for money, though. I'm going to need it for some things, I know that for sure. I really don't want to be a pickpocket, but I might have to be one if I'm stuck here. Whatever gets me by, right? My friend Rein wants to "take care" of me, but I think he wants me as a pet. I swear, I think every human male that's really friendly to me or flirts with me just wants me for a pet. Anyway, I'm not quite that desperate yet, and I have my pride. My dad always told me to hold onto my pride, and not be a servant, slave, or pet to anyone.
I've found out some interesting things about Midian: such as, there seems to be well-organized "gangs" here (for lack of a better word). One of the largest groups of nekos is called the Catwalkers. I've already encountered several of them. But not every neko is a Catwalker...some refer to themselves as simply strays, and I guess that's what I am right now. There's also a dangerous gang of humans known as the Hounds. They're kind of like a 20th-century motorcycle gang...but worse. I try to avoid them. There also seems to be a mafia here; maybe two actually. It's difficult to tell.
There's a derelict subway system here and of course a series of tunnels. I don't go in them, but I have heard voices and noises down there. I use the restroom in the subway station to clean myself up, and I try to be down there as little as possible. It's quite scary.
So, this is what it's come to for me right now: hunt, eat, sleep, get drunk, get high, try to stay alive. That's it. I'll write more again soon...it really helps for me to get it out of me and on paper...it's therapeutic.
To Chloe and I!
Yes, today is the official one month-i-versary of Chloe and I. <3
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Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I don't quite know where to begin with this entry...I guess I can write about how I got off the ship.
Well, everyone was crowded up on the deck, and the captain had a man guarding every lifeboat with a gun. He was only letting one lifeboat go at a time. He said that each lifeboat would signal when they arrived safely to shore, and then the others would follow. Everyone was crowded around that boat, and I was on the outside of the crowd. There was no way for me to get on, so I decided to have a look around at the other boats. The lifeboat being let go was on the port side of the bow; as I made my way around the boat, I noticed a small group of a few people around the boat on the starboard side of the stern, so I went to investigate. Apparently, a few people were paying off one of the guards with large sums of money to take a boat. I walked up to them and said to the guard, "I'm getting on that boat, or else I'm going to the captain and telling him what's going on here". The guard pointed his gun at my head and said "Or I can kill you right now, you mangy fleabag." I was so scared...then someone that was getting on the boat said "No, she can come with us. She's just a little thing." It was a beautiful woman whom I had only seen a few times on the ship. I climbed in the lifeboat and we were lowered down to the water.
There was a fire lit on the shore of the island, and a big guy did most of the rowing. It was only about a mile, maybe less...I don't know. When we got there, we were "greeted" by a female neko wearing paramilitary-style gear. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. She welcomed us to Midian City, and then asked if anyone was injured. When everyone responded negatively, she then pointed her automatic rifle at us and demanded all our belongings. As she did this, I saw others start to arrive as reinforcements for her. She spoke to me and said "You...you're free to go." I think she said something about me being her kind or whatever. I left, but in my haste, I also left my belongings there at the landing site.
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Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
It's been two days since I last ate. Most of the time I keep myself sedated with my stash of Valium so I just sleep. Every day I drag myself up to the deck to hear what announcements the captain has to make, and this is what we know so far: We are off the coast of the island city of Midian. Most of the passengers thought this place didn't exist, but I knew better. I've heard it called the worst city in existence. I've heard it called a penal colony, like Australia used to be. I've heard it called a hive of criminal activity and crazies. Maybe it's all of these, I don't know...but I think we're going to find out.
The captain has announced that they would start sending lifeboats to Midian, and from there we would be rescued. I suspect I would not be high on the list of people to leave first, considering I'm technically still part of the crew, a lowly maid and an even lowlier neko. But what do I know? They're going to load the first lifeboat in a couple of hours. I'm going to pack up what little I have anyway and hope for the best. Most people seem to be hanging around topside, ready to jockey for position, and I guess I should do the same.
There seems to be fewer people now than when the cruise started, which means that a significant number of people have either died, are sick or injured, or have found another way off the ship. I just don't know. But I'm going to do whatever I can to get off of this thing. I'll write more later, hopefully from on land.
Chapter 8 will be posted tomorrow!
On our "last" night together for a little while, Chloe and I decided to devote the evening to fun. First we went to Djork to ride the bumper cars (sorry, no pics of that), then we went on the pirate ship ride:
A conversation in IM with one of my friends regarding the "Keeping Second Life Safe, Together" LL blog post. This conversation occurred shortly after the LL blog post was made. Some of the bolding is for emphasis:
[21:37] CM:: http://blog.secondlife.com/2007/05/31/keeping-second-life-safe-together/ -- you see this crap yet?
[21:37] October Hush:: no I haven't
[21:38] October Hush:: what? no graphic violence??
[21:39] CM:: bye bye midian
[21:39] CM:: bye bye gor
[21:39] CM:: bye bye furries and nekos
[21:39] October Hush:: uh, yeah
[21:39] CM:: and demons oh my
[21:39] CM:: you cant engage in fantasy in SL anymore
[21:39] October Hush:: why bye bye furries and nekos?
[21:39] CM:: anymore
[21:39] CM:: bestiality
[21:40] October Hush:: oh come on
[21:40] CM:: its all on the downhill path
[21:40] CM:: the slippery slope
[21:41] CM:: nobody stood up for the kiddie sex because it was repugnant
[21:41] CM:: the casinos cuz they're fucking laggy
[21:41] October Hush:: right
[21:41] CM:: now "rape" play
[21:41] CM:: and combat/violence
[21:41] CM:: keep drawing a line
[21:41] October Hush:: yeah, that I don't get =P
[21:42] CM:: you don't have to "get" anything
[21:42] CM:: it will be taken from you
This conversation was continued the following day:
[19:47] CM:: i think the uptight prudish complainers are gonna go and knock one place down after another
[19:47] CM:: an sl style witch hunt
[19:47] October Hush:: exactly!
[19:47] October Hush:: this gives them the right to be able to
[19:47] CM:: they already torched all the age play places save one and thats completely gutted
[19:47] CM:: they closed abusers and victims down last nite
[19:48] October Hush:: oh really?
[19:48] CM:: a few PRIVATE members only pay to join vore/dolcett places were forced to close
[19:48] October Hush:: I didn't know that
[19:48] CM:: private sims
[19:48] CM:: private groups
[19:48] CM:: yeah
[19:48] CM:: with each "victory," they get stroker
[19:48] CM:: hah freudian
[19:48] CM:: stronger
[19:48] October Hush:: lol
[19:48] October Hush:: they got Strokerz, you say!
[19:48] October Hush:: ;-)
[19:49] CM:: yah. they're peeling back the edges
[19:49] CM:: at places nobody knows about
[19:49] CM:: but getting bigger and bolder with every day
[19:50] October Hush:: =/
[19:51] October Hush:: So, what can we do?
[19:52] October Hush:: I really am worried about this
[19:52] CM:: make everyone aware that this IS happening
[19:52] CM:: most people don't know
[19:52] CM:: the fuckers posted 3 or 4 new blog entries just to get that one to "scroll off"
[19:52] CM:: so anyone that hasn't logged in in a day or so wont even KNOW
[19:52] October Hush:: would you mind if I posted some of our IM in my blog?
[19:52] CM:: meh
[19:53] CM:: remove the names?
[19:53] CM:: clean up spelling and punctuation?
[19:53] October Hush:: I hadn't heard about the ageplay stuff until now
[19:53] October Hush:: yes, whatever you want
[19:53] CM:: nobody "likes" ageplay
[19:53] CM:: or admits to it
[19:53] CM:: its an easy target
[19:53] CM:: but the first bounce down the slippery slope
[19:55] October Hush:: yes, I agree
You heard it, folks...in case you were wondering if places were getting shut down...yup, they are. So far it's just ageplay places and extreme sex/bondage places. However, this is an issue that will affect pretty much all of us, and it's something we should take seriously. I'm not sure what else to do aside from spreading the word. You should do that too.
Yes! Because I need your help. As you may have already heard, my girlfriend Chloe is going to be without broadband for a little while (hopefully not too long) during the time when our 1-month anniversary will be occurring. Because of this, we've decided to celebrate early. We want to do something romantic, and I was thinking of going to the Gardens of Apollo, but that's unfortunately the only place I can think of. I haven't really had an opportunity to do anything really romantic in SL yet.
So...here's how you can help me: if you have any ideas for a romantic destination in-world, please leave your suggestions in the comments. Chloe and I would really appreciate it. Thanks!
Don't ask me why, but I made a myspace page for myself here:
http://www.myspace.com/octoberhush
It's a band profile because I plan on uploading my music too. I already have a myspace page for my "other" music...but you don't get to know that one ;-) Heehee.
Feel free to add me if you also have a myspace page! RL avatars and SL avatars welcome!
I'll add photos, music, and info very soon, I promise.
Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
Yesterday I was sleeping and I awakened to the most frightening sound I've ever heard: the ship ran into something. It was a huge, long groan; almost a scream like a giant animal being being touched with a hot poker. I immediately sat up onto my bed, bracing myself for anything, but there was only silence, followed by sound of the crew and passengers yelling and screaming. I couldn't just stay in my room anymore. I had to see what was going on. I made sure my canned food was hidden away, and unbarricaded my door. Nobody was in the hallway and I made my way topside where most people seemed to be. There was a lot of yelling and the captain was trying to talk to the crowd. Everyone finally quieted down and he announced that the ship had drifted and run into something, a sandbar most likely. He said the ship's hull was intact and the ship wasn't in danger of sinking at this time. But, he said the electricity is still out and the navigation and communications are obviously not working either. People started yelling again, mostly about food and when we would be rescued. Apparently we are running out of food, but we still have plenty of potable water. I assume because we have no electricity, there is no refrigeration, and thus no frozen or refrigerated foods, which the ship relies heavily on. I saw this as my cue to head back to the safety of my cabin.
When I got back to my cabin, my door was wide open and it was obvious someone had been inside. All my things were messed up, and most importantly, my food was gone. I dropped to my knees and just started crying. I think I just crawled to bed, curled up in a ball and eventually fell asleep.
Today I woke up hungry of course, and went to the kitchen to see what the food situation was. Everyone was lined up and we were being served cold, small portions of whatever good food we had. I had a cupful of kidney beans, which I poured into my mouth. We must be nearly out of food if this is what it's come down to. I left the kitchen and walked by the infirmary, curious as to what has been happening with the sick people. I saw several people in there, and I overhead the doctor mention something about moving a body. I ran back to my cabin and barricaded my door again.
I need to get off of this ship. We must be close to land if we hit a sandbar. We can't see a damn thing through this fog, so we have no idea how close to land we are or where we are. God I hope we get rescued soon. This is really, really bad.
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