Dec. 20th, 2008

hola_melanippe: (Relaxation at Annex)
Things like winning the tournament a fortnight ago, and being made Legionaire of the Month; and being told I might be promoted to Flamina in the Collegia... and taking my sisters from Klaus's Consulate on a treasure hunt (that was for the Ludi Plebii, and Xandra especially seemed to enjoy herself).... I know I'm forgetting things.

I do have pictures. Somewhere. The scribes and artisans have chipped away at the blank marbles, and they're here somewhere.

But for now, I bring you a holiday poem by Angelia, the Vestalia Maxima, who has a gift for language:

The Night Before Christmas - SL ROMA Style

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through SL
Not a sound file playing, not even a bell.
The sculpted stockings were hung in the Tavern with care
In hopes that Nick Linden soon would be there.

The avatars were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of prim swag danced in their heads.
And I in my toga and new pashmina wrap
Had just logged out of ROMA for a bit of a nap.

When out on the parcel there arose such a clatter
I logged back in real quick to see what was the matter.
The SL icon I double-clicked in a flash
Clicked the Login button and prayed for no crash.

The torch light on the surface of newly rezzed snow
Made it blindly bright because there was too much glow.
When what on my 20 inch LCD should appear
But a sculptie sleigh, and eight prim reindeer.

With a costumed Av clothed as red as a brick
I knew in a moment he was dressed as St. Nick.
More rapid than chariots, his coursers they came
And he emoted and gestured, and shouted their names:

"Now, Newbie! Now, Pole Dancer! Now, Gor Master and Dom Vixen!
On, Griefer! On Spammer! On Lagger and Linden!
To the top of the Market! On top of the mall!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"

As particle effects from the volcano fly
So did Nick Linden, shooting up to the sky.
So up to Trajan's Market the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of prim gifts, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the roof
The familiar sounds of a Teleport poof.
As I clicked with my mouse to turn my cam 'round
There right behind me Nick rezzed on the ground.

He was dressed in color change fur, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all covered with particle soot.
A sack of boxed gifts he had flung on his back
And he looked like just a mall queen coming back from the rack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! (bling script by Jon Perry)
His cheeks were like roses! (texture - Amy Whiteberry)
His avatar's mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was textured white as the snow.

A well-sculpted pipe he held tight in his teeth
And the particle smoke was 'round his head like a wreath.
He had a thin face but a large sculptie belly
That bounced when he moved like a bowlful of jelly.

He was oddly familiar, with ears like an elf,
And I laughed when I saw it, it was Torin himself!
A tired look in his eye and a pose of his head
Soon gave me to know he should be in bed.

But he typed not a word, and went straight to his work
And edited the stockings, and then seemed to perk.
He animated a smile and a hug pose
And giving a nod, to the rooftop he rose.

He sat on his sleigh, and played the sound of a whistle
And away they all flew, just like a missile.
But I heard him voice chat, as he left my cam sight
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"


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