Inara Holmes In On The Answer

So as I continue my end of year round up (checks calendar) …. anyway! As I continue my end of the year round up I feel it’s only fair to go back to the mystery of the missing mysecondlife messaging options. This was the curious case of how people found they could no longer send direct messages via web profiles.

Rumour had suggested that this feature had been discontinued but rumour can only go so far, cold hard facts are needed to solve a case. Therefore I decided to enlist the help of Inara Holmes Pey. To this end I found myself on a cold January day winding my way down on Baker Street, light in my head and dead on my feet. Then I found the door and knocked, a housekeeper let me in and showed me upstairs.

Sat there in an armchair was a lady who identified herself as Inara Pey, she sported a deerstalker and was smoking a pipe (I’m not sure how long I can keep this up for). “I am the most incurably lazy devil that ever stood in shoe leather.” she said standing to greet me. They looked more like leather boots to me, however I shook her hand and provided her with the details of the case.

Inara mused the issue for a while and then advised me that unfortunately, her assistant Dr Urriah was out of town, so the case would take a bit longer to solve than usual but that she would have an answer for me shortly, I wondered how she could so easily find out this information, she just smiled and said “My name is Inara Pey. It is my business to know what other people do not know.”

We talked some more, I find out more information about the mysterious Ms. Pey She’s got this dream about buying some land, She’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands, and then she’ll settle down in some quiet little town, and forget about everything. But we know she’ll always keep moving, We know she’s never gonna stop moving, cause she’s rolling, she’s the rolling stone (*EDITOR* Oh come on, wrong bloody Baker Street!/*EDITOR*).

Some time later I return to Baker Street, way down the street there’s a light on in her place, she opens the door, she’s got that look on her face (*EDITOR* Seriously, stop it!!! /*EDITOR*). Inara smiles and tells me she has the answer to the mystery.

“I had to send a telegram to Gray Of The Lab, he’s a contact of mine in San Francisco.” she explains and then shows me the telegram she received in reply from Gray of The Lab:

“On this inquiry, I can confirm that yes, as a result of a rise in abuse of the system, we have turned off the direct message function on My.SecondLife.com profiles.”

Inara smiles and adds “When you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, HOWEVER IMPROBABLE, must be the truth.”

However I’m left pondering who exactly could be engaging in this abuse, I draw up a list of three possible suspects:

• Professor Humblearty
• Col. Sebastian Petersen
• Dana L Adler

Inara looks at my list, looks at me then stands “Ok it’s time for you to go, really, Humblearty? Is that the best you can do, on your way Mister.”

I leave, still a little perturbed, but now I at least have an answer to the mystery, even if it wasn’t the answer I was hoping for!

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