Nova Albion's Seventh Anniversary Parade

Mr. Headburro Antfarm mentioned that, on Saturday afternoon, Nova Albion would have a parade to celebrate its seventh anniversary. Who can resist a parade?

Like most parades, most of the time was spent milling around, getting ready. Well, it's hard to imagine the giant snail would have been moving terribly quickly in any event.

As befits a town turning seven, these were the oldest collection of residents I had ever seen gathered in one place - everyone was at least three, and several were over six years old! (Senility was surely setting in on those oldest. No offense, Mr. Salazar Jack.)

Sadly, I missed Mr. Antfarm, who arrived for the music later.

It's a law that every parade needs vintage vehicles.

And they're off! I'm not sure riding an animal counts as a vintage vehicle, although perhaps this really turns on the age of the animal.

As with every parade I've seen, lag rapidly became unbearable and the participants quickly separated. Happy birthday, Nova Albion!

Bay City, Day Two

I wandered through Bay City, looking at sights that seemed interesting rather than try to cover every square foot. One spot that looked worth a visit was the Channel Island Mental Hospital. The sign said "No trespassing, restricted area, violators subject to arrest." That clearly did not mean me. I went over the fence.


The asylum interior was a grim and bloody place. Rats scurried everywhere. Copious amounts of blood stained various walls and floors. (And think, this was done by Lindens.)


(And wow, had I known about this earlier, it would have been the asylum setting in "Timestream.")


On a cheerier note, Zia and Chev's Garden was a lovely spot, decked out for Christmas but, to all appearances, a place to sit and contemplate...well, whatever one contemplates during a warmer season.

I made a short detour to the nearby Moose Beach Infohub. It was the usual motley collection of elderly characters who had nothing better to do than hang out in an infohub. "Move along, folks!"

Inner Harbor seemed to be the industrial center of Bay City, with its power plant, warehouses, and wharves for seagoing commerce. And lots of barbed-wire fence.

Now here's an interesting spot. A bowling alley-cum-black power/anarchist hangout. How 1970s.

I met few people, though the ones I saw seemed interesting enough, such as Miss maaa Moomintoog, the chain-smoking, fedora-wearing Japanese woman who was contemplating the asylum sign as I made my escape. At least everyone was wearing clothes today.

On to Nova Albion!

Bay City Rolling - Day One

I decided to take the advice of my friend, Mr. Headburro Antfarm, and walk through Bay City, ultimately making my way to the older parts of the grid.

I took an airship to Bay City - Docklands and disembarked at the airship terminal there.


Almost immediately, I encountered a gentleman sans clothes, suggesting that the city was not yet entirely civilized. (To be fair, he wore sneakers.)

[16:22] Rhianon Jameson: Greetings, sir.
[16:23] Nekkid Guy [name changed to protect the noob]: hi
[16:23] Nekkid Guy: i need a car
[16:23] Nekkid Guy: and some pants
[16:23] Rhianon Jameson laughs.
[16:23] Rhianon Jameson: Indeed, the pants may be a higher need.
[16:24] Rhianon Jameson: As a temporary measure, you might look in your Library folder in your Inventory.
[16:24] Nekkid Guy: i like the gothic look you got going on
[16:24] Rhianon Jameson: Thank you. :)
[16:25] Nekkid Guy: anyway any cars round here?
[16:25] Rhianon Jameson: Not that I know of, but I'm just exploring here.
[16:26] Nekkid Guy: ok
[16:26] Nekkid Guy: thanx
[16:26] Rhianon Jameson: The pants should really be a priority.

He was a polite enough chap, if one closed one's eyes and ignored the obvious problem. His rez day was that very day, which made me wonder what happened to the clothes he was rezzed with. But he wandered off in the opposite direction, so I continued my journey.

I next encountered a branch of the infamous Woodbury University (which espouses a Communist philosophy), which also seemed to house someone whose business was "SL Divorce Lawyer." As I am (a) not a Communist or (b) spousally encumbered, I moved on.

I stopped at the ice rink, but did not skate. Also in the category of seasonal decorations, the chapel had a little creche out front, as well as an ominous-looking heavier-than-air craft circling overhead.

The Acorn Building was part of a large complex of buildings, near the Ryman Auditorium. Buildings will apparently be very tall in the future!

The Wind in the Willows must be popular in this time as well, judging by the statue of the Mole, owned the Governor Linden. (In honestly, I have no idea why this mole needed a statue.)

On to Day Two...