Dillon Levenque

I live, at least. I don't know where I am; I've been moved several times. I've found someone who will smuggle out a note. If I don't get back you'll at least know what happened. Quinn is not actually a spy, but she is a Measly. She's the director of what they call Q Branch: they make all sorts of gadgets for the actual spies. Exploding fountain pens (what's a fountain pen?), that sort of thing. Quinn's official 'title' is Q—they seem to favor initials for job titles here—but most of her staff refers to her as Q'ute. Can't imagine why. I found that out during my one visit from Quinn. She's the only person I've talked to other than my 'jailers'. I also learned that my future is under discussion. Apparently they're trying to decide whether I should be recruited or executed. I'm not really anxious to be a spy, but it's better than Option B. I seem to have things both for me and against me. Against, mostly, is that I know too much. That is reason enough for some of these people to arrange a nice quiet disposal. On the plus side, I have Quinn speaking up for me. They have also noted my ninja training and I've been given some credit for having found out what I found out unaided; those are qualities they think might be useful. There was also an unintended consequence of my 'break-in' which has produced good feelings for me. Seems the last person to use (and leave unsecured) the doorway I crawled through was the Chief of Security, a person thoroughly detested by a great many of his co-workers. Apparently he is now in a safe house being debriefed and declassified, a process that will probably take about 30 years. His deputy (the guy with the loud voice, as it turns out) is taking over. I would guess that means security will improve; this will probably be my last chance to get a message out.

I can't tell you how much easier it would have been had I decided to go look for the saloon and have a cold one. I now am well aware that MISL is very real. I'd have been a lot better off not learning that, I think. I'd have been so much happier sipping a pint of Yingling's Black and Tan. Did I go for a cold one? No, not me. The door was there. I was on a roll. I tried it; it opened. I found myself in a room full of rather odd looking things, but that didn't matter. The shock was seeing someone I recognized in front of a computer on the other side of the room. At first I was pleased, but she was clearly stunned to see me and I knew right then that I was in trouble. Yes. That's just who you think it is. Quinn. I'd stumbled into some kind of secret spy nest and found someone I knew, or thought I knew. My friend. My friend, who knew all along I was nosing around in the Forgotten City but somehow didn't think it was important to tell me to stop. My friend who I now know to be a spy! I barely had time to even talk to her before what must have been the better part of a regiment of security officers descended on the room and took me away. The last thing I heard was a very angry and very loud, deep, voice asking, "Who the bloody **** left that door unsecured?".

Shh:smileywink:

Your Honor, we ask that juror 6 (that would be Tem 'sugarbritches' Haalan, in case you weren't paying attention), be excused.

Quinn. Say no more. My assistant has found an absolute gold nugget of precedent; I'd planned to keep it under wraps until we were scheduled for deposition. Just trust me on this; there is a defendant yet to be named. If you hadn't gone out in public without the cast—what were you thinking?—we might have coasted home. The attempted murder thing is a bit more difficult; with that we'll have to start with criminal before we get to civil, where the money is. Hope remains.

Quinn Morani wrote: It is the miraculous power of prayer. I am HEALED of my pain and suffering. The mental anguish however, lingers... Mental anguish? Mental anguish? How's this for anguish, sweety? I was shopping for a Porsche! Now it seems I'll be stuck with the Plymouth for another year. I told you once, I told you a hunnerd times: don't take the cast off. Sheesh. You know how hard it is to keep up with the ambulance in a Plymouth?

I also am really impressed with the Destination Guide. I like the really well-defined 'type' granularity at the start, and I also like that in all but a couple of places I've visited the look and 'feel' of the sim was very much as advertised. Since I'm not a person with a 'destination' I can't comment on voting or anything like that, but my experience with the Guide as it currently exists has been very good; way better than anything from the old method (forgot what it was called: showplaces?).

Ima Rang wrote: I'm pretty sure I heard that cow utter (hahahah)" hell no I won't go", somewhere around the 100th time you took it airborne. This is a tough case. Wow! I had no idea any of those cows were that old! Or is that one of those expressions that gets handed down around the feed trough, like campfire stories?

I seem to have crossed a somewhat invisible line with my comments earlier; for that I heartily apologize to anyone who posted in reply or in reply to replies. Actually I shouldn't really say it was an invisible line. I knew what I was doing. I knew who I was talking about. The fact I didn't call anybody out by name in no way changes the intent of my post. I suppose I thought I could 'get away with it' by going sideways. I learn.

Lia Abbot wrote: Looks like a lot of fun Quinn. Then you are a real fun person. I'd love to have eggsplored it! I don't believe anyone used 'eggsplored', Lia, but that is probably the only horrible egg pun we did not come up with. :smileyvery-happy:

I found a Toy Store, and what amazing toys they have. On the second floor an entire airplane hangs on the wall. Whoever built this place was very good with mechanicals. But even while admiring the craftsmanship I had this feeling of being watched. And I kept hearing things, even though I was alone in the store. I'm beginning to think that MISL business is real. What's this? Looks like some kind of mini-door. I wonder what's on the other side? It does seem like the noises are louder here. On the other hand, maybe this would be a good time to go find that saloon...I am a bit parched.

Melita Magic wrote: ETA. If you'd like other people to add what irks them about a neighbor one small thing that irks me is when I have one or two things in the sky, and later, out of all the possible choices, someone else puts their own (usually enormous) blingy blangy object RIGHT next to mine in the sky. (Really - both have one object in the sky and they pick the same height mine is on? Sigh) LOL. I had that same thing happen but in my case it was doubly odd since my skybox is slightly hideous. It looks sort of like a flying brick lunchbox—I was fooling around with shapes and textures and just left it that way. I hardly ever visit it but for some reason I clicked up there and found a very pretty Cape Cod about 50m above me on a neighboring parcel. I thought, "Why on earth would you want to have to look at MY place?"

And I just noticed that in addition to not sending your egg in a timely fashion I even spelled your name wrong! Thank you for not mentioning it. I'll blame my assistant.

I couldn't agree more, Quinn. I've said before in the thread that I've become friends of or friendly with people I first really 'learned' about here. And like you I would love to see more people bring their stories here. But mostly I just noticed my post count at 499 and I couldn't think of better place to watch it go to 500. I know it's not an accurate number but it will still be fun to watch the change right here among so many of my friends. :smileyhappy:

I have stumbled upon a Forgotten City. A vast metropolis inhabited by, seemingly, nobody. There are humanoid but robotic-looking creatures here and there but they seem inert. Did they build this place? It's not clear. I've heard rumors, though. There is a widespread belief that this is the secret headquarters of MISL—the Ministry of Intelligence for Second Life. What MISL actually is appears to be a subject about which nobody is well informed. It seems to be a web of agents, scientists, spies, and even assassins. Who they really are and what they are doing is the subject of a great deal of speculation. The organization is supposedly run by a shadowy figure known only as 'M', who's very identity is a closely held secret. It seems that MISL is trying to infiltrate or destroy some organization they refer to as "The Other Side". Even less is known about the Other Side than about MISL. Whether there even really IS an 'Other Side' is questioned at times. The only really consistent data I've learned about the Other Side is that they seem to enjoy referring to MISL people as Measlies. Just as I finish writing my notes and set up my camera for a 'street scene' picture, a solitary figure appears in the distance. I manage to snap a photo before she disappears between two buildings. There is an eldritch feeling about this place. I've no idea what lies ahead. I will continue my research. Oh, my name? Levenque. Dillon Levenque. http://slurl.com/secondlife/Forgotten%20City/213/72/103

Hoppy Easter to you too, slugger :-)

I had some eggs left over; I made eggs in advance for people I thought I might see at Gypsy's show but who were not there (and I had a chance to deliver at least a couple last night but biffed it, apparently). I've gathered them all together for a picture; I will send them to the people for whom they were made, so if you see your name on an egg here you can expect a notecard from me. Happy Easter to one and all :smileyvery-happy:

Quinn Morani wrote: Dillon Levenque wrote: Well fine. Did it occur to anyone that I might have made eggs for people who weren't there on Friday night? Including, as it happens, the lovely Sylvia? Even though I was dancing at Naz' gig at No Label and had to miss Gypsy's show I would have been only too happy to send Sylvia's egg. That way she wouldn't be the only person in this picture who doesn't look like a complete nut case. :smileyvery-happy: Ahem. I do recall mentioning that Maddy was there and eggless (knowing that you had an egg for Maddy). If someone had responded to that plea, I might have mentioned that Sylvia was there and eggless, too. Just sayin'... Ooops.:smileysad:

Lillie Woodells wrote: Well fine. Did it occur to anyone that I might have made eggs for people who weren't there on Friday night? Including, as it happens, the lovely Sylvia? Even though I was dancing at Naz' gig at No Label and had to miss Gypsy's show I would have been only too happy to send Sylvia's egg. That way she wouldn't be the only person in this picture who doesn't look like a complete nut case. :smileyvery-happy:

Quinn, I just got through putting a comment on one of your flickr pics that either you or Lillie should post a pic in Valerie's Egg thread in this section; I hadn't even noticed you sort of started your own thread :-). @Valerie: Aww. We need to do an afternoon gig. I can see why you might have a problem with going partying at 3 o'clock in the morning. It sure was fun, though.

I've been going to No Label a lot. It takes its name from its music genre—there isn't one. The variety is limitless. It's kind of small but really interesting architecture with multiple alcoves, and the decor is terrific; all kinds of old and unusual posters. The only dancers are the people who visit; no dance poles (I have seen some bare skin but that was just high spirits). I'm admittedly partial because my best friend DJ's there Wednesday and Saturday evenings; on those two nights it tends to be a little t-girly, but there is no 'orientation' to either the club or the patrons. Edited for punctuation. Twice. If you find any more mistakes please pretend you didn't see them.

Quinn Morani wrote: @Dillon, I think this very thread is a case study in the positive effects of unintended consequences. I rather thought you might. :smileywink:

That was fascinating, Ossian. Not least because you can overlook the fact you were being scammed since the associations you gained were so positive: Even though the group was created to skin people like me, it was a net that caught people like me, so I found exactly the kind of people I was looking for and needed. It's nice when the unintended consequences of an action by someone with less than honorable intentions turn out to be a benefit to someone else.:smileyhappy: Edited for spelling.

Jo Yardley wrote: Hope I understood the subject of this topic. So now I finally have my time travel machine, not perfect, not real... but a close as I can get it at the moment You understood the subject perfectly, Jo. And I like that for you SL is a time machine; it is for me now and then as well (I've even been somewhere that looks and feels astonishingly like Berlin between the wars, believe it or not). Letting yourself spend time in your imagination is a good thing.

Thanks, Storm. Those kind of leftovers never last long enough to go bad. A Happy Easter to you.