Fantasy Faire is for Shopping!

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Gwyneth:

Being a Fae Queen has its perqs. Too many to list, in fact: I’d only sound smug. Among my favourites is that no one asks any questions when I say, “I’m off to the Fantasy Faire! See you in a fortnight!”, for example. Only some of them are a little miffed when I don’t take them with me, but that’s why we have summoning orbs!

Actually, the Faire is providing summoning orbs, this year, which is so nice of them!

Actually, the Faire is providing summoning orbs, this year, which is so nice of them!

Actually, the Faire is providing summoning orbs this year, which is so nice of them! Or… I mean, used it as a summoning orb, though why it delivered that odd fellow from the future, Tam, to me and whisked us both to the top of the world is beyond me. I was so surprised I forgot to make a record of it. Maybe I will ask him to come back to the Faire with me, so I can get Kern to take care of that little detail.

Gwyneth Posh Dresses in Odyssey_006

So, what do you do at the Faire, Your Seelie Majesty?

Funny you should ask that: I shop! I shop and I shop—and then when I’m done, I shop some more! I love checking out designers both new and old, because they all bring their best wares to the Faire, and the Faire itself is such a magical place that things seem even cooler when you buy them there. This is the beautiful Cequai gown from PoshTale. I love that it comes in my Court’s colours. I can foresee many, many uses for this dress. I only hope that Certain Fae Lovers might want to take it off me as much as I enjoyed putting it on!

Being a Faerie Queen means that I have to be prepared for almost anything, including consorting with our local demons. And sometimes, well, when you’re visiting your favourite former elementary school student, now Demon Princess, you want to do as in Rome.

See? I demon up pretty well!

See? I demon up pretty well!

Well, fine. I didn’t go all out. I just can’t see myself in horns. But the rest of the outfit? Well, that’s pure “What Gwyneth would have looked like if she’d ended up as a demon instead of a fae queen”, and I”m thinking really it’s all about a few basic choices.

The wings, for example. They’ve got little spikes. And their’s something about their consistency, their resemblance to a bat’s wings, that makes them demon-y rather than fae-ry (See what I did there?!). Material Squirrel makes them; they’re new this year and available at the Fantasy Faire in a glorious array of colours.

What I really loved was how well they match this amazing dress from The Muses. It’s called “Coil”. The snakeskin texture goes beautifully with the wings, and of course I got lucky with the colours; I’d say that’s because I’m the Queen, but I know people get tired of hearing that.

Oh, and I was so inspired by this dress! It made me long to do evil things! Imagine that! A Seelie Queen, doing Evil. Hahaha. Honestly, I’m losing my understanding of “evil”. I don’t think it means what I used to think it meant. Whoa, unpack that, Gwyneth? No, thanks. You can just sit back and revel in my Sage Prose.

Anyway– oh! There is this part of the Faire! It is an iceberg! And… and… and…

Come along, little penguins....

Come along, little penguins….

There are PENGUINS! Penguins! Penguins which I have never seen except in zoos back in my old life before that I can barely remember now, and the penguins were so coooooold!

Come along, little penguins; Queen Gwyneth will take you somewhere niiiiiiiice and warm. Nice and warm and possibly full of sweet lovely demons who… well, they’re carnivores. Is that OK with you? Of course it is! You don’t speak English! Seriously, let’s get out of this snow! Just follow me…..

As the penguins and I rounded the corner, I rediscovered something, something I’d not seen for a long time. I can’t wait to tell you about it.

Style Cards:

So what do you do at the faire, Your Seelie Majesty?
Dress: Posh Tale: Cequai (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Bracers: Posh Tale: Cequai Bracers (Available at Fantasy
Faire!)
Collar: Posh Tale: Cequai Collar (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Hair: Analog Dog: Megan
Shoes: Deviance: Milady’s Slipper, Sapphire
Crown: Wimey: Celtic Lunar Crown 2 (Gold)
Skin: Curio: Simone (Moondrop)
Ears: Lumae, Leevi Long Ears

See? I demon up pretty well; and Come Along, Little Penguins….
Dress: The Muses: Coil (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Wings: Material Squirrel: Nireus Wings, Dark Scales (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Hair: Analog Dog: Sola (Available at Fantasy Faire!)
Shoes: ieQED: Rose Sandal (Red)
Skin: Curio: Simone (Moondrop)

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

The Journey of a Morning

The Amazing Catwoman:

The Amazing Catwoman:

I can always tell when the Fantasy Faire is coming. There’s something in the air that lets me know. Something pricks in my unusually large ears and lets me know there’s work to be done, places to go, a cause to support, and lives to save.

Probably that sounds dramatic.

Probably that sounds dramatic.

Probably that sounds dramatic. But when I woke up this morning, I was in Faerie, and Faerie always makes me feel a little more dramatic. I don’t know how that  alterego of mine does it, but I guess being a Fae Queen is all right for some. Travelling to the Faire is the journey of a morning, for a wily fae anyway. But of course, it’s also the journey of a lifetime.

In some ways, the Faire is a headache for someone like me.

In some ways, the Faire is a headache for someone like me.

In some ways, the Faire is a headache for someone like me. It’s a headache of love, but it’s a headache. Because I’m walking around making sure all the merchants in my section have paid their tithes, and some of them are downright cranky. I guess they’re the artisans, so they get to choose how they are, but really: it can make a girl a little crazy.

I am The Amazing Catwoman. Some of you might have seen me before: I get to go to exciting places and show off the beauty that’s here all through the realms I walk, and I don’t have to be beautiful myself to do it, which she has to be, all the time. I guess some of you will decide that she has some kind of a split personality and I am only part of her, but I’ll take you a little farther and explain who I am.

I am her player, her puppeteer.

I am her player, her puppeteer.

I’m her player, her puppeteer, and I’m going to be very frank with you. Over the course of the Fantasy Faire, I’m going to be telling you why you should go there and spend lots of money. I’m also going to be showcasing great stuff that Gwyneth wouldn’t wear, or that doesn’t work with her personality. Most of the time I’m going to do this in character, but before you think the person pushing the keys here is just a nutter, I figured I’d tell you who she is and why she’s doing this.

Gwen, the player, is a role-player, writer, musician, dilettante, SL photographer and blogger—and her husband is going to die because he has cancer.

We live in an amazing age, full of technology and wonder, but cancer tears lives apart, and it’s tearing Gwen’s life apart right now. Last year, when she visited the Faire as a punter and got a sense of the scope of what they do here, she knew she had to get involved. Because Gwen can’t cure cancer. But if everybody works together, supports organisations like The American Cancer Society, we all can. And Gwen believes in miracles, believes that maybe if she helps out at the Faire something magical will happen and the next doctor’s appointment will be the one where they say, “We’ve got this new experimental treatment we want you to try…” and it’ll be the one that works. And Gwen’s husband won’t die, and she won’t be a widow at the reasonably young real life age of 49.

There; I’ve told you who I am outside of all this. Over the course of the Faire, I might tell you more.

Channelling Water in Yozakura

Channelling Water in Yozakura

Channeling water in Yozakura, The Amazing Catwoman is wearing her new leathers. This is the Alchemist ensemble from Gauze, without the pauldrons (I’ll show you the pauldrons later!) or the belt (ditto!). I love outfits that can be worn in a number of permutations, and Gauze did such a good job on this one: the detailing is exquisite, and the more she wears these, the more she likes them.

But it's time to get to work now.

But it’s time to get to work now.

It’s time to get to work now, but first I go to my favourite hair store in all the world, Analog Dog, to see if they have something new for Faire that I will like. And they do! The long pigtails are whimsical enough that I can feel like I’m at Faire, yet they keep my hair out of my face so I can be a good watcher.

Today I am watching over Wildehaven Marsh.

Today I am watching over Wildehaven Marsh.

Today I am watching over Wildehaven Marsh, so with magical staff (also part of the Gauze ensemble) in hand and pauldrons and belt put on, I make my way to the pier and keep an eye on the town gate to the harbour: shoplifters, when they are active in the Marsh, often try to escape through the gate and get away via boat. And we cannot, cannot allow that, because all the shoppers must pay their tithe and help us wipe out cancer here at the Faire.

And so I watch, diligently and carefully, and I talk to few people. In the distance, I can see her, going on her endless shopping trip with this or that friend from the Wylds. Right social butterfly she is. But then something makes me smirk. Because sometime in the last quarter hour of my watch, I see him, too: the Gypsy, Davey. With a raven-haired beauty on one side and a ginger tart on the other. Well, well, well. I know she doesn’t get jealous: we fae don’t have that kind of twisted morality where we think we own our lovers, thank the gods. But I’m not sure if either of them knows the other is here. Oh, oh, oh: this will be fun to watch.

And I am good at watching.

And I am good at watching.

And I am good at watching, even when it’s just clouds while taking a break from my duties.

Godspeed, Gypsy Davey. Let’s see if she knows you’re alive when there’s shopping to be done!

Style Cards:

Channelling Water in Yozakura:
Mesh Head: Lelutka
Skin: Glam Affair
Clothes: Gauze, The Alchemist (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Hair: Dura
Piercings: Ellabella

But it’s time to get to work now (and subsequent photos)
Hair: Analog Dog, Petula, Dark Browns (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Skin: La Petite Morte, Ellen
Clothes: Gauze, The Alchemist (Available at the Fantasy Faire!)
Piercings: Ellabella

Spiffy photos taken with the indispensible aid of my LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

Wicked Wylds: Where The Magic Is Real

Gwyneth:

Gwyneth:

Once upon a time, there was a collection of people, people whose imaginations were bigger than their back gardens, people whose desire to tell stories and live more than one life captured their thoughts and dreams.

A couple of those people created a place where those thoughts and dreams could come to life, and they called it Wicked Wylds.

This is where I spend my Second Life roleplaying time. WW is not the sort of place you go if you just want to kill some monsters or have lighthearted intimate relations with pointy-eared elves. I mean, you could do those things, but there is a much, much larger story of which your actions can be a small part, or a large part.

In WW you can have come from anywhere. Maybe you were about to go into the shop to buy some milk and suddenly felt dizzy. You might wake up on an idyllic hillside and wonder if you’ve had some kind of stroke or maybe just dropped dead. Maybe you are a realm-walker, and the Wylds is just a convenient stopover between Asgard and Wonderland.

Maybe you are a demon who longs to role-play in a meticulously detailed Hell with a rich cast of characters who will engage you.

Maybe you are a changeling who has lived as a human for so long, and one day, one day, you open the door to Faerie.

Maybe you are an ordinary (ha!) person who dreams of interacting with so many different kinds of beings than you encounter at your day job in the bank.

Maybe you just want to be taken to where the magic is real.

You can’t find Wicked Wylds through a Second Life search. But you can take a look at the Tumblr to see what’s going on Read the histories, the rules, all that admin stuff there, or you can request it from one of the admins in-world. You can seek out members of the admin staff on SL and IM us. Tell us your story and we’ll talk about how it might fit into ours.

There is so much room for growth and there is no end to the stories we might write together.

Some of the people who live in or are frequently found in Mysthaven: L-R: (back row) Gwyneth, Seelie Queen in Faerie; Nathanial, Mysthaven Steward and Queen's Consort; Aoibheann, Lost Rabbit and Lord Maric's Consort; Lord Maric, Lord of Mysthaven and by a strange twist of fate the current Unseelie King; (front row) Wren Darling, Fae Teen and Nathaniel's adopted daughter; Dyisi, Elder Satyr, Realm-Walker, teller of tales and talker of riddles.

Some of the people who live in or are frequently found in Mysthaven:
L-R: (back row) Gwyneth, Seelie Queen in Faerie; Nathanial, Mysthaven Steward and Queen’s Consort; Aoibheann, Lost Rabbit and Lord Maric’s Consort; Lord Maric, Lord of Mysthaven and by a strange twist of fate the current Unseelie King; (front row) Wren Darling, Fae Teen and Nathaniel’s adopted daughter; Dyisi, Elder Satyr, Realm-Walker, teller of tales and talker of riddles.

Admins to IM: Vedis Seid (sim owner and the architect of hell); Faermorn Violet (plot spinner and the architect of Faerie); Suboki Paine (RP and Tech Admin); Benbold (RP Admin); Dickensiandreamer (RP Admin); Dyisi Oppewall (Rp Admin); Gwen Enchanted (RP Admin, Welcome Wagon, Fae Dreamer, and the Blogger of Record).

Spiffy photo taken with the indispensible aid of a LumiPro. Go look at the web page. Yes, I know they’re expensive. If you want to take amazing photos in SL, they’re worth every Linden.

Every day a new birth 

Gwyneth:

So I was just waking up yesterday. I was in the pyjamas I’d got in Cambridge; they won’t last long, but they are soft and comfy and oh so very pink.

And then there was an unfamiliar presence in the room, and an unfamiliar voice asking where he was.

unfamiliar presence, unfamiliar voice

It’s not that this is all that unusual in the Wylds.  We’ve recently had a guy displaced from some airport in New York, convinced he was going back there any minute.

It’s just that it doesn’t often happen in my bedroom. Well, it never has before. This place is securely warded, so no one who intends me harm is likely to get in.

And yet, there was a tall blond man in the bedroom. Who’d apparently slept on my couch.

so of course I served him tea!

So of course I served him tea! Bran and Wulfrich were understandably suspicious: Wulf would have taken him into the security office and interrogated him, but I could see he was upset, so I’ve put that off, at least for now.

the fellow was undeniably strange

The fellow was undeniably strange. He reminded me of no one so much as some of the odd refugees we used to get at the Lucky Leaf.

He spoke of things like neo wood and some kind of fake fire. I had real trouble following his conversation, but I found myself oddly fascinated by the realm from which he must have come.

Probably the funniest thing he said was that he expected Bran would have to have a certification to handle fire!

He didn’t remember his name, or anything, he said, about what he’d been doing before or during his realm shift.

Bloody fit, though….

He was bloody fit, though. Tall, blond, from the facial features I’d guess of Nordic or Saxon descent, if there’s such a thing where he comes from.

I tried to calm him.

I tried to calm him, but I don’t think I did a very good job of it: he worried the food might be poisoned, spoke of Faerie as mythical; of course, they all do, at first: I certainly did.

I should have had Wulfrich escort him to Mysthaven. But he was lost and floundering and at least he seems to be able to communicate with me. I don’t know what the villagers will make of him, and my Fae nature tells me it will be great fun to see him encounter his first demifae, interact with Faerie in general.

I’m putting him in Bran’s room for now. There’s time to take him to the village later, assuming he hasn’t disappeared back to his home realm tomorrow, where Faerie will just seem like some strange dream.

He agreed to be called Tam, at least until he remembers his real name, assuming he has one. The concept of names even seemed to throw him off.

Every day a new birth, and all things are possible in Faerie, as always.