
"I'm hearing a lot of anger & hostility," observes Flashing Merlin | |
"If you're finished eating, let's sit on the couch. . ." |
"where it's comfortable, and we can talk," he suggests. |
"OK." |
Flashing Merlin heads for the couch. |
"Would you like to start by telling me..." |
"what's happening in your life?" he asks. |
"I've just had a terrible disappointment. . ." |
"in real life," replies pale Infinity. |
"I was one of the finalists for a prestigious museum show," |
"but then I didn't make the final cut." |
"I'm sorry to hear that," |
"but you shouldn't let that discourage you." |
"You need to keep trying other art competitionsin real life," |
"instead of letting your anger spill over into SL." |
"My brain is stressed to the breaking point." |
"I can't get involved in SL, " |
"and I can't understand why you're involved " |
"in something so shoddy." |
"So you no longer want to show your work in SL. . ." |
" because of your perception that it's shoddy?" |
"I don't want to think about it." |
"It's all too complicated," pale demurs. |
"Speaking of complications," Flashing Merlin responds, |
"I had to move the gallery." |
"What?? Was there another storm?" asks pale. |
"Much worse. Total destruction of the sim." |
"I can show you pictures. . ." |
"in my media center upstairs." |
Flashing Merlin leads pale |
up the stairs to his bedroom. |
pale Infinity hestitates to tell Flashing Merlin that she told him so, because she's not sure what happened. She doesn't know what to expect. |
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