I’m tellin’ ya, I’d be slapping the rent money in my whiny ol’ Landlord’s grasping hands right now iffn I didn’t need to buy a tavern. I figured out that iffn I own the tavern, they can’t throw me out with a No shirt-No service sign like I’m used to getting thrown out. So, it’s No shirt - we’re cool with that, service, is standard at MY Tavern in #MyGCG, iffn I use the rent money to acquisition one. Now all’s I need is a tavern name. I’d ask my Landlord, he’s got that artsy word thing in his brain but he’s all focused on 2 years, 7 months, no rent paid. And I say “yet!”
I tried Tavern Shopping from the inside. I visited a total of several to get the feel of the places, ambiantly stuff, y’know, critical to the successful operation of a Tavern. That No shirt, we’re cool vibe - I mighta come close a few times - the average place has lots of lights and professional sound systems. Very shirty, really.
I live under a rock, so’s I figured finding just the right rock building might make for a pretty good: And That’s No Shirt! Tavern. (jes workin’ onna name).
I decided I need a cave tavern. Cave places don’t shout “Get a shirt!, ya dirty [ha ha funny word]!”
So the next obvious thing to do was to build another cave. Just like my cave, so’s I drew up my cave into a No Shirt Bar & ... It’s rockin’, with a swanky drinks bar and a grog bar and a roaring fireplace and an outdoor patio. BAM! One tiny cave-building event and I’m done!!
I have one rock in inventory. New plan: landmarks, shopping, borrow some MC$, a bit of rent money, what’s the concern?
I started by considering where I started, at the GCG Welcome pub. Cuz that's pretty poplar place. Got to have "it" going on. Stood there a while considerin' stuff.
Here’s where I’m gonna save you lots of time. I went through plenty of pubs and bars and taverns and licensed places and bootleg places and a noody place to find the place what suited my needs: welcome to the shirtless. I think by now, we all know that “shirtless” is a youthanisim, means something else but you say shirtless, when you mean something else, like extreme casual styling. [Reminds me, need to vacuum my hair again soon.] Sort of a come as you are sort of place.
Success was all an accident, you know, when stumbling around randomly meets results. I found The Perfect Thing in Falconrose. #MYGCG ROCKS!
Falconrose: I was there because a landmark says: Tea room. I’m not sayin’ I threw logic at this project. This Falconrose tea room place is totally a swankest place, one of those places you have to pick things up while stickin’ out a pinky. Kind of place yur Mum whacks you on the back of the head and says “Spit it out! That’s for the cat.”
“She’s a NEKO, Mum.”
That kind of swank. So, didn’t feel shirtless. But Hey! I’m a sign reader, if not a follower and this Falconrose sign says we got buildings fer sure. So after a peek inside (full-on out of my league nice furniture and other decoratin’) I went over to the Tearoom bridge and I saw: a big rock.
Well dang these camera limits - there must be a pretty cool place setting up on a rock like that! I am flying over to that rock and looking at the cool building! Flying, flying, flying, and landing, and empty. Not expected, but I wandered over the the edge and saw the ichthyosaurs. Or swimming brontyosaurs, or Cecil as I think of ‘em. They looked chill, gotta join 'em.
I made my way down from the big rock.
I found this pub, this Fox tavern/pub place. Pretty nice, yep, too nice for the unshirted waters I am tryin’ to navimcircumgate.
So’s off to the ichthyosaurs and I’m yelling and they still seemed chill - and I notice a light in the distance - drawn like the proverbial moth, like another youthanism but meybe older, or something, oh yeah, proverbial.
It’s perfect! See what I’m seeing? Shirtless.
Full circle back to the Landlord: “Yur gonna laugh! I’d be slapping yur rent money into yur hand right now iffn I didn’t need to buy a tavern!”
He did that thing where he says nothing, includin' not laughin'. Works for me. I bought the Wretched Tavern, already named too, simple-peasy, and it’s all set up. (Comes with instructions.)
The Wretched Raven at home in #MyGCG. Come as you are, topless.
You have them days where the alchemy doesn’t quite click. You think your electrons is all lined up, and when you apply the heat them electrons reach a superconfusional point and ka-BAMMO!, you end up choking in a chemical fog instead of stirring a pot of graphite. And you can’t make pencils for educational purposes out of chemical fog. I’m not sayin’ I’m a “quitter” or negative, it’s the “just sayin’” thing.
Still, one needs a break from the chemical fog and failure-like results. Y’know, get a beer and stand awkwardly in the shadows while other people are dancin’ and joking. So I made up a short relaxin’ list. Find a smart girl (NPC) and dance like that time I was jokin’ about something biting me inside my pants and something was biting me. That was quite a dance.
So where’s a guy go in #myGCG to get a break? I’m guessing there’s lots of places and I decided to start out at The Great Canadian Cabin in GCG Welcome on yur #myGCG map. Always open, run into all sorts, and I like that, variety stuff. Right where I landed I grabbed a Landmark folder called Clubs & Entertainment from the Landmark Cabinet, then walked over the the Big Cabin itself.
Seemed like the ‘type of NPC I want to impress’ tending bar. So I plunk myself down at the bar and order a beer, acting all cool and stuff.
The person takes a step back, kinda smiles, and asks if I’m done pumpin’ out the tanks out back? I couldn’t have her thinking I was some sort of alchemically-smelly guy, so I played my ‘nother card and told her I’m a Wizard, you know, Magik Stuff. Real impressive-like.
She uses a pool cue to push a tiny green glass across the bar to me. Want to feel magic, she asks? Drink that. So I had one; I told her it burned my throat less than a sulphate fog off a kettle full of boiling gold transmogrifying into graphite hopefully! Hahah, chemistry, right?!
She sideways looks at me and pushed a few more of those green glasses over; they hit a spot. I couldn’t tell much when I was sittin’ down but when I was standing up the whole place seemed to be spinnin’ and so I needed some more sittin’ down.
So’s I zipped over to Greenwich Village on yur #myGCG map, where there’s a swank place named The Bottom Line.
Swank indeed, none of those tiny green drinks, only big green drinks with salt on the rim. Wasn’t long before I was dancing and trying to lick salt off my elbow.
Great music, if they hadn’t pushed me outside I coulda danced all night. When I say “they”, it was more emotional than physical, mainly when they finally brought the No Shirt, No Service sign from the front and stood it on my lap.
Guess I’ll have to look into this “shirt” thing. Thought they was an urban myth. But not tonight; I didn’t get the Other Shopping folder from the Landmark Cabinet. Nice lookin’ cabinet. I could sort my socks into left and the other one, iffn I wore socks. Should write that down; wonder where my list went?
And I’m thinkin’ this landmark list is pretty darn smart itself, ‘cause next I went to wosys nel sole: Wosys Nel Sole on yur #myGCG map - a piano place, didn’t even have stools at the bar - had those fancy tall chairs. Started to get that No Shirt No Service feeling as soon as I walked in and couldn’t see anyone’s tummy. I tried to fit in by trying the good wine and sitting in a tall chair. I think I pulled it off okay, 'cept the wine coughing part. I asked after some brown sugar to make it drinkable.
Nope, swanky places. :| Then that piano guy went to be personal, iffn I'm not being too subtle, so's I tried the piano - couldn’t see how to turn it on … then that guy kept wanting it back so I moved along. Nice enough place you might want to buy a "shirt" and give it a go.
Steam Works on yur #myGCG map. A bit woozy but determined to relax, ‘specting a sauna, took me to Taboo - another piano place? I saw a piano; yet the feel is more dramatic, like techno-ey dance like you mean it and don’t mind the sweat. (At least I was hopin’ don’t mind the sweat is a thing). After I got the whole place spinning in my head, I sat on a comfy chair, and after my good sittin’ time the spinning stopped-ish, I went outside to wander around and found all of this medieval place.
A lot of exploring to do, interesting place indeed. Old buildings and people and the best word to describe medieval, umm, is medieval, really. :| I have to go back. I was in a state of mind where I was increasing my ignorance 'stead of edu, edgyo, edgyoukay, learning stuff. A bit relaxed though.
Hot Rod Diner called to me, Hot Rod Diner on yur #myGCG map. Type of weiner onna bun, I was thinkin'.
Pretty, really great place, I rinsed off the egg and salt in the edge of the water before I headed in, good thing, met a new Dance Partner. The place was pretty flash, y’know, clean and well-decorated with good lighting so you can appreciate how clean it is. S’why caves are dark, same thing, but the other way.
(I think I found her! Smart fer sure, always a wee smile on her face too. When her eyes met mine we bedazzled!) I stayed with her until it looked like her textures were fading, though, it might of been me with one eye closed. I’m gonna go back, she didn’t say no. Still, it was a close thing.
I felt like #2 on my checklist, beer, needed to be checked off again to be sure. And here’s where I got lucky:
Po Monkey Blues Club is on the same Island and EVEN THOUGH there’s a No Beer Inside sign, well HeY! HeY! that leaves beer anywhere outside! Cool. I went inside anyway, cool too.
That landmark list isn’t going to visit itselfs. I went to almost all of ‘em in spite of that Landmark Cabinet have’n an exhaustive list; by the end of the evening you could say the same about me, though I distinctly listed to the left. “One More!”, our family motto, pushed me on.
Carnelian Bay at 915 thingys in the air (not the ground level) on yur #myGCG map for the Rockin’ Roller. Brand new and real shiny. Somehow I managed to show up there with a reefer and a green, salty drink, slip into some free rollerskates, then I had spinning on 3 levels. Wewzer! The lights, the music, the rollering along with the arrows (one'st I figured out those arrows) - amazing experience. I tell you it’s be a swell place to have a party, on, randomly, Wednesdays. Sweet end to a long night, I finished the pitcher of green drink and stepped outside, checklist complete.
At sunrise I woke up behind Tim Horton’s with a headache and a School Girl Barbee. :) Great night, great world, #myGCG.
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,
Everybody needs a purpose, called Raisins of Etre. Prolly a French thing, they always say things, sounds real nice and smooth, but it makes no sense, like they're speaking another language. Yet I got a Raisin, and that’s the important thing.
See, you dodge about the Opensim or the Closedsim and there’s all these males what stand around and look intimidatingish, like bulky muscles and extra jewelry, frequently coupled with a suspiciously large bulge-setting in the pants, if I’m not being too subtle. Someone got a little crazy with a cheap and easy slider and shoved it way past 50 into the Quite-A-Sense-of-Humor zone. A lot of them are tougher-looking-bald too; I sez get yourself the right dog groomer and stop being so cheap. The good ones have the nice smelling anti-flea soap too, groomers that is.
The thing of it is, these uber-bulgy males are bound to get all dick-whammy when things go wrong. And things go wrong. So huffing around and uttering threats and CAP-TYPING hollow ultimatums is gonna get you one them peerrhic victory things - you get to be the big cheese in the burnt lands. ‘Grats big guy.
So we need education for everyone to avoid bulgy peeric outcomes and because education is the big equalizer and part of education is retention and so writing stuff down really helps me remember the good bits and so: Pencils. Pencils work in outer-space and underwater and we need to equalize our children wherever they are. My GCG has a lot of whatevers. It’s so cool. So that’s my Raisin. Equalizing children by usin’ pencil-based remembering.
Here’s how I roll, I’m pretty sure pencils don’t grow on trees, and though I’m working on that, I think first I gotta make more lead to let the pencils do the writing the good bits down. Alchemy is the slickest way to make lead, ‘cause gold and lead are pretty darn close, move a few electrons around and a bit of coughing in the thick smoke and WHAM! gold turned into lead. I have lots of gold hidden in a sub-cave over behind my livin’ cave. I know what yer thinkin', TWO CAVES?? But it's not all glamour.
My landlord happened by to collect the rent and was moaning about the smoke staining up his nice sim and stuff, he’s always moaning about something, “your forest is dead”, t’other “renters have voted you off the island”, “what’s that smell?” And he mentioned that pencils don’t use lead, lead is too hard, wrecks-the-paper-hard, so they use graphite, but call ‘em lead pencils anyway ‘cause they ain’t geeks. Well, rats! (And I got 'em.)
So, I’m working on that. Turning gold into graphite is more than just electron wrangling. The flash fires, the baby explosions, and that sound like tearing open the fabric of space time - seems a bit much for zero results. I need to add magic. So I joined up with Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik. Already started and have my first certificate, although MBFSFWAMCSOM insists it's a form telling me to stop invoking demons sort of thing. I say I have a piece of paper what says I can do magic.
And that how My GCG deals with things, it makes options available to make it right: gold into graphite. Now I’m a sub-neo-beginner peri-magician. :)
Equalizing and empowering all children by letting them write stuff down in space. Lofty, sure, and if’n it was easy everyone would be doing it. Raisins ain’t easy. But I'm thinkin' they're important and stuff. And in #MyGCG everything except second dates is possible.
That’s it fer now, Trey.
by Trey Magnifique
I was plannin’ a swank dinner for a group of friends, y’know, with a sit-down table and plates and everything. See, I had a first date. I met a nice person over to the dance place and one of us had too much moonshine and asked her out and she and her friends talked about it and played paper, rock, scissors and she shouted “CRAP!” and then said “Yes” to me. And now I already know she enjoys the rock, paper, scissors game. :) Cool.
So’s I was speakin’ to the Landlord there, ‘cause I wanted to use the empty Fairy Tale place and he sez “No.” So I asked about the ‘nother spot... “No!” before I can finish even. So’s I decided to have dinner over to my place, but outside the cave, ‘cause of the dank, smelly bits, which is the whole cave ‘cept for the sunny bit by the door. But that’s where that furry person curls up so that wouldn’t go over well neither, I’m guessing.
And here’s the problem,see? Mud. Lots of it kind of running around, ‘cause the landlord, that Reyn fella, doesn’t seem to know much ‘bout that irrigation thing, or maybe reverse irrigation in this case. Yeah, like drainingation. So half the time the place is a bit muddy; I secretly call it names like BullRoar Acres, but mostly BullCrap Park. I guess my “couth sliders” are low in the settings or somethin’.
And the mud is totally tidal or some such. It gets flowing and the mountains pinch it into this channel thing and next thing y’know it’s Holy Fundy Batman, neck deep sort of thing ‘cause the mud is in a pinchy, sustained wave that bounces off the ‘nother mountain and ricochettings right back at you: Splorsh!
So’s I hire a person, Kacey, to help out ‘cause she says she knows plate settings or somethin’ and I invite the Cap’n and Ginny, and I ask Madame BurBurry if she’s free and she says my project is overdue and do I ever want to graduate and I don’t want that talk at my swank dinner, so I ask Madrid J. if she wants to join us ‘cause she’s quiet, and nervous though. And of course my date, Xero Gods, she’s totally “whatever” which is so much better than “really?”
So’s I check the mud levels and the tidal clocks and figure I better add a dining berm in front of the waterfalls, and if it gets bad we can wash off in the waterfalls and clean up them rental dishes, same time. Cool. I think we do a pretty good job, considering the ruins are already half covered in mud but there’s heavy rains scheduled in the north mountains so the mud should be thinner by evening, easy wading.
I see Ginny is already drinking from the bottle. Cap’n is disgruntled, but he’s always disgruntled. “Prawns are totally buggered!” he growls. “Left ‘em in the back seat of the van and now totally shite!”
Seems everything else is pretty good, got plates and Kacey has orbdures or somethin’ smells pretty decent anyway. I seem to have dropped my mud-squeegee. Hey! Is that a prawn?
So dinner’s not so bad ‘cept for the no prawns thing but Kacey whipped up some pretty good meat dish and some bean thing and then a couple of fruit pies and we laughed that we could make all the mud pies we want. Well, I laughed. The Cap’s said, “Smells like a snail’s arse here.” Ginny took a pull from the bottle. Xero wrinkled her nose; she’ so cute when she’s angry. Madrid just stared straight ahead, I guess she’s back in the meditation thing.
So’s I asked Kacey to hand out some of those sweet liquor drinks what people hand out after a swank meal. Looked like we were going to pull the whole thing together and that’s when the richetting mud tsunami glorped over the foothills protecting the waterfall cove and kind of took away the fun edge that had been growing, what with all them sweet liquor drinks.
Ginny switched to a straw and the Cap’n was mighty stoic, least that’s how he called it, “mighty GD stoic”. Xero cried for a few minutes and Madrid blinked and I held a fancy, shiny tea pot up and she fogged it so’s it was all okay. And I guess that’s the thing. In My GCG all’s well that ends well, and mud dries up, and when that last dollop falls out of your pants it’s like it never happened.
So’s the Cap’n gently laid Ginny in the back of their van and scooched off. Xero teleported Madrid home and told me to wait for her call. I washed up some stuff in the ‘falls while Kacey knocked prawns out of the decorative bushes, all’s well. Good times in #MyGCG. :)
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