Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
==Initial Post==
((Posted by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010))
As much as I love the bracing soot-filled air of Babbage, lately it has become difficult to breathe. It is not simply laden with normal, healthy soot produced by the fires that drive industry, but of late it reeks of whalebone, and satin, and lace, which does not burn as purely as coal. It tires and saddens me, as much as the rumors I have heard on the reasons for this new air… what to call it? Pollution. Yes. Air pollution.
I sigh as I think of this acrid smoke caressing our monument to Ada Lovelace, who proved through her mind and dedication to be the best. Not equal to a man, but her own personal best, and ultimately, ours. I wonder if Miss Capalini, she who has taught herself the fine craft of furniture making, has to sweep the smoky dust from her exquisite music boxes. I ponder if the maze-floor of the Salon, so adeptly run by three women, must be swept daily.
And mostly my heart aches for the women of Babbage that feel they must strike out at inocent bustles and our own dear menfolk, in their craving for equality – which is already theirs!
Perhaps I would not be so gloomy about this odd notion that has been taken up in Babbage, were it not for the already sad state of many of my neighbors. Betwixt spirits, spells, plots, schemes, jealousies and rivalries, it is not the brightest of summers.
I recall last Summer, as our own stalwart Clockwinder was swept out to sea upon a cork, and the city was turned inside out and labeled Obleskidonia. Oh, but we did rally against that! And the cheering and celebrating when the Clockwinder was rescued (by a woman, Miss Jed Dagger!) and returned home.
I can not be of much help to my befuddled sisters until I am able to be cheery from within. And so I have decided – a holiday abroad for my health is in order. I shall send a note to sweet little LoPixie, letting her know that I would be honored if she would tend to the CocoaJava Cafe until I return. I have sensed that in spite of her circumstances, she truly does understand what the cafe’s spirit embodies, and she will tend to it’s hearthfires well.
I shall hide the item I have been charged with from prying eyes, and pack lightly. I am bound for lands of warm sands, ocean breezes, drifting music and dancing beneath moonlight. I shall wiggle my toes in clear blue water and hold my face up to the sky when the rains fall.
And as Autumn traditionally brings the shedding of old leaves in preparation for winter, I will return, having shed my gloom, and I pray that the city that has held and sheltered me will find itself rising from it’s own dark shackles, ready again to fire clean, bright, coalish smoke into the air, as industry thrums its beat once again into our minds, clearing our thoughts.
==Comments (Page 1)==
*Comment by Bookworm Hienrichs on July 9, 2010 at 11:11am
Bookworm reads the note from Ceejay, and sighs. She hopes Ceejay will return feeling refreshed and reinvigorated, and wonders if her own plans for occupying herself will, in any way, make up for yet another friend’s absence.
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 11:26am
((Ceejay will be around OOC as time allows for social event fun. The typist isn’t going anywhere, demmit, cause the virtual vacation spot is glorious. I want it in RL! And all is well. I just need the breather.))
*Comment by Cyan Icewolf (Cyan Rayna) on July 9, 2010 at 2:27pm
(( Take all the time you need. Just hope there isn’t too much drama in babbage to cause it, or maybe not enough heh. :3 ))
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 3:33pm
(( To clarify, as I have been asked in private. I am not flouncing, nor upset, or condemning any plotlines. The LLL is hilarious and the typist enjoys all the posturing and proclaiming by both the men and the women! Ceejay is in character here, and has always felt quite liberated as a woman.) I have been hyperfocused on Babbage for creeping up on three years now, and have been feeling the need to take a breather, see what else the grid is up to, take a virtual vacation and come home fresh. Babbage is my home, and I will always come back to it. ))
*Comment by Sheryl Skytower on July 9, 2010 at 4:06pm
continues to dig underground tunnel to the Cafe, specifically the chocolate storage area
*Comment by Cyan Icewolf (Cyan Rayna) on July 9, 2010 at 4:17pm
wonders when those underground tunnels are going to be done
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 4:28pm
((I bet she’s STILL digging when Ceejay gets back! Is she using a tiny teaspoon?))
*Comment by Cyan Icewolf (Cyan Rayna) on July 9, 2010 at 4:45pm
((You should seriously consider a tunnel from the sewers though, would be fun to sneak into the cafe ))
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 4:59pm
(Had one in Palisade! Would love one again in Academy! ))
*Comment by Scottie Melnik on July 9, 2010 at 5:13pm
((Depending on what you’re looking for there’s plenty of great things to see out there. Profile and sim hopping is a great way to find some of those little out of the way places. Yes, you may find a lot of nothing, but it’s usually worth it when you find something that just blows your mind!))
*Comment by Sheryl Skytower on July 9, 2010 at 6:14pm
passes note to Ceejay
just don’t forget about me…
humming
returns to digging with silver tea spoon daintily "borrowed" from a certain Cafe
*Comment by Queer Hermit on July 9, 2010 at 6:35pm
May your adventures be all cheerful ones Writer-san. Gokouun o inorimasu!!
*Comment by LoPixie Artful on July 9, 2010 at 7:45pm
i shall not let you down, miss ceejay, i promise… if there is any particular thing which ever needs tending, please leave a note and i shall see to it…
i do hope none of my adventures have caused you distress, miss ceejay, for you are awfully sweet, and i never mean harm!.. tho’ perhaps i do need something busy to keep me out of mischief, rather…
o, and have a lovely holiday, do!
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 9:49pm
((Scottie… I will admit that I have already lost my heart to some tropical sims that are very beautiful and peaceful – the art and music communities are fabulous too. NO they cannot and will not ever replace Babbage as foremost in my heart, but damn, it’s a wonderous getaway spot! In fact, watch for the next issue of Prim Perfect Magazine for an in depth look at them. I discovered this place while on assignment.))
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 9:57pm
Miss Lo, you just so happen to be a bright spot in the city, at least to my eccentric eye. Your spirt just sings! Thank you for keeping hope alive, and making me smile. Now, the Cafe really does run itself fairly well – just keep the coffee and cake stocked, plump the pillows now and then and throw a log on the fire. If any errant prims are left by visitors, I will somehow know through telepathy and will clean them up. ((*grin*, I’ll check the place.)) I want it to remain a place of friendship, peace, relaxation and brainstorming. Oh, and caffienated revolution, of course!
bends to give you a gentle hug
*Comment by Ceejay Writer on July 9, 2010 at 9:59pm
Sheryl, Sheryl, Sheryl! *grin* You could use a shovel, you know. No one would stop ya! We will talk very soon, I am sure!
*Comment by Edward Pearse, Duke of Argylle on July 10, 2010 at 12:31am
Enjoy the break. See you back soon.
