I love mornings. Mornings is new beginnings and you know those mornings where you wake up real sudden and it’s pitch black and the chilled air doesn’t move and you can just hear the tiniest sound of dripping water?
Well that’s the sound of a downhill cave. And downhill cave dank is its own special sort of clingy nose-wrinkler. And here’s the thing about #MYGCG, I live in an uphill cave. My cave dank ain’t all that. Don’t mean to brag, sorry. :|
My cave came from the Major’s place, Fort Serenity, and I didn’t get one of those fancy caves with steps and waterfalls, but it’s a sweet little cave with a hidden room right out around the front to the right and a bedroom way in the back and two spare rooms built right in! Soon as you come in, spare room, with another right behind it. So clever and cool, Major!
Those spare rooms are handy ‘cause you can get your firewood inside in case of rain, and no downhill dank to wreck the smell of your cook fire. The Landlord is always wandering by moaning about dank smells, he’s always moaning ‘bout something, like it’s his friggin’ hobby or something.
Probably he’s more upset about my Personal Facility, Flushless the OffSim Outbuilding. I don’t know what happens to the stuff when I get all Personal in there, but the Landlord was passing by moaning about all sorts of crap building up in his Lost & Found and I had a hard time, a real hard time, not looking over my shoulder at Flushless. Some sorta flawedable deniability, I think.
One time I had this Magic Tutor over to help me to figurin' on the how's to turn gold into pencil graphite, it’s my raisin, y’know. She says, “Let’s sit down and look through the ideas in this book.”
“Sure!” says I and I suggest a place, great view, no dank.
“Are you suggesting we sit in that outbuilding?” She queried intently.
“Umm, no. I was planning to stand out here like a gentleman should. I have some good sittin’ logs by the fire if you prefer. Freebies from that GCG Freebie place. You can take a copy.”
“Do you have anything inside? It does look like heavy rain.” She asked pretty nice considering what was happening to her hair in the wind off them interstitial oceans and the spray.
“I don’t think you want to sit on those logs, kinda short, tend to roll off the pile if you aren’t real careful.” I offered, gentleman-like. A gentleman can’t offer a strange lady a sit on his bed, it’s like a rule, s’all I had indoors, stacked logs and a bed.
Turns out her magic is Decorating, a power thing that uses up spare space, and then you have a pile of stuff you don’t need filling up the indoor wood storage that you do need. But, gentlemanly-like I went along with the Miss-Doesn’t-Enjoy-Sitting (bit of harrumphing at this point) -In-The-Steady-Rain to Mystery Creations.
Got me a bench and set it inside. The uphill cave does get some pretty good views. I can see the twixt-sim-interstitial ocean at sunset. Nice. (I can see it all day just that sunsets are romantic and the squirrels go to bed so’s I can sit onna bench there too and hear the wave-sound rock.) And a bit north of that I can see the Haunted Swamp and hear the sound of animals sorting out the top of the food list, most nights, all night long.
Benches all over outside too, I got the anodized wood and metal one with the e-coat, squirrel-proof coating. Cool.
One day the Landlord was wandering around moaning about the rent and he gave me a bear rug with Real Teeth he found at Bad Katz, prolly wandering around there too moaning ‘bout the prices.
So in #MYGCG my cave is uphill, uptown-like, low-dank: sweet! :)
See yer around,