{"id":4404,"date":"2014-11-15T20:14:12","date_gmt":"2014-11-15T20:14:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sl.governormarley.com\/?p=4404"},"modified":"2014-11-15T20:14:12","modified_gmt":"2014-11-15T20:14:12","slug":"ambiguity-in-london","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sl.governormarley.com\/?p=4404","title":{"rendered":"Ambiguity In London"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Meeting<\/a><\/p>\n

I went to London Ambiguity in Second Life looking for Guy Fawkes and ran away due to a Timelord seeking a Tardis. This was a very odd adventure to say the least. London Ambiguity had been holding a Guy Fawkes exhibition. However I went to the streets of the sim instead and soon ran into a protest Gnome!<\/p>\n

\"Meeting<\/a><\/p>\n

I’m not quite sure what he was protesting about but he kept saying “Be wary of\u00a0Kat Kassner, she will cast a great shadow over you … especially at your height!<\/em>” I would find out exactly what he meant later in my adventure. However I decided to do a bit more exploring and found myself near a debt collector of Scrooge & Marley.<\/p>\n

\"London<\/a><\/p>\n

Anywhere with the name Marley in it is likely to be cool is the usual rule of thumb one should apply. However here I also noticed something of a time conundrum as alongside Dickensian splendour I noticed a very modern and equal opportunities employer in the shape and form of Britannia Buses, who proudly boast that their drivers are girls.<\/p>\n

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\"London<\/a><\/p>\n

As well as buses, the local populace are served by a tram, a very polite tram, so polite that it informs you that you’re stood on the track rather than mowing you down.<\/p>\n

\"London<\/a><\/p>\n

I then sought refreshments and this is where matters started to get extremely bizarre. Stood right in front of me was Father Christmas! Clearly he was doing a practice run but he simply put his finger to his lips, then whispered that I should be quiet and pointed behind him.<\/p>\n

\"Father<\/a><\/p>\n

Ah! Not quite the Guy Fawkes I was looking for but the Guy Fawkes Inn offering Home Cooked Mesh looked just the ticket and so I entered the doors of this fine establishment.<\/p>\n

\"Guy<\/a><\/p>\n

Now I hadn’t even had a pint yet but even I could see that there was something odd about Pub Landlord\u00a0Laredo Lowtide. Miss Natasha on the other hand looked like the kind of polite lady who would serve me some very fine wares, so I settled down for a pint or two or three or …… Anyway some time later, I decided it was time to step out for some air.<\/p>\n

\"In<\/a><\/p>\n

This is where matters started to take a turn for the worse. I took umbrage at the message the Protest Gnome was conveying; “Second Life is not near its end!<\/em>” I roared, and turned on my heels heading for the male dwarfin water closet. Unfortunately they didn’t have one, but I did see a door that looked like it might lead me to a location where I could wash my hands.<\/p>\n

\"Heated<\/a><\/p>\n

Alas I was wrong, I ended up in a location far far away. This was certainly not a place where I could wash my hands. There was something on the wind, I could hear voices “The Doctor<\/em>” it sounded like, I twirled around and shouted “Doctor Who?<\/em>” but there was no reply. Clearly I had missed some clues here. However I was not about to let this inconvenience distract me too much, I managed to find a return route to the bar.<\/p>\n

\"I<\/a><\/p>\n

I let the bar and stumbled into Kat Kassner herself. Kat Kassner was AFK at the time, however she certainly cast a shadow or two over me at my height. The Protest Gnome had certainly been correct about that! Then things got really surreal. Behind Kat Kassner was a Police Box and from around the corner, a Timelord appeared, muttering something about Gallifrey and wanting to know where some contrapiton called a Tardis was.<\/p>\n

At this point I decided it might be best if I left this strange and weird land to seek sanctuary in a far more Dwarfin friendly location.<\/p>\n

SLURL To London Ambiguity :\u00a0maps.secondlife.com\/secondlife\/Black%20Hole\/109\/108\/22<\/a><\/p>\n

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