yingresearchcompany.blogspot.com

juniesjournal.blogspot.com

Junie's Journal: October 2012

http://juniesjournal.blogspot.com/2012_10_01_archive.html

In which Ms. Juniper (Junie) Ginsburg describes her adventures and travels in Second Life. Monday, October 1, 2012. The New Babbage social season was kicked off on Saturday with the annual Engineer's Ball at Piermont Landing. I had been looking forward to it all month; it's the first ball I've been able to attend with Emerson since the Founder's Ball in January. Although I arrived late and Em had to leave for a little while during, we were both able to stay until the end. Links to this post.

juniesjournal.blogspot.com

Junie's Journal: September 2011

http://juniesjournal.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html

In which Ms. Juniper (Junie) Ginsburg describes her adventures and travels in Second Life. Thursday, September 29, 2011. Thursdays are my favorite regularly-scheduled SL days. I try to always attend the Radio Riel Theater at the Clarendon Observatory at 7:00pm (New Babbage sim), and aside from that it seems I'm usually able to find some adventure or other afterward. Not sure why it works out that way, but it's become something I look forward to very much. Links to this post. Wednesday, September 28, 2011.

juniesjournal.blogspot.com

Junie's Journal: Go-Devil Canal Race!

http://juniesjournal.blogspot.com/2013/01/go-devil-canal-race.html

In which Ms. Juniper (Junie) Ginsburg describes her adventures and travels in Second Life. Tuesday, January 22, 2013. Here I am, with a stale blog. Let's see if I can't do something about that. I think I've missed the window for discussing Christmas, which was enormous fun, but there is plenty of fun just around the corner. The Gangplank is sponsoring a Go-Devil Canal Race. We've made the arrangements with Tenk, have a course picked out, and now just need to mark the route on Saturday morning. All in all...

juniesjournal.blogspot.com

Junie's Journal: Disguises!

http://juniesjournal.blogspot.com/2013/04/disguises.html

In which Ms. Juniper (Junie) Ginsburg describes her adventures and travels in Second Life. Sunday, April 28, 2013. Our Mines of Falun. Adventure continues, with the latest installment finding Emerson and Petra in disguise as "Victor Mornington" and geologist "Doctor von Hoopla," respectively. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A License to Quill. City of New Babbage. Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Musings of Mornington. The New Babbage Cog - Archive. Through the Filter of a Victorian Aesthetic.

jdagger.livejournal.com

We're moving... - Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies

http://jdagger.livejournal.com/21206.html

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Second Life and times of Jedburgh Dagger. April 4th, 2014. Due to a myriad of reasons, CC&C will now be found at http:/ jdagger.dreamwidth.org/. Quest for the Golden Prim. Hibernia on the skids. Dark aether new babbage. Dont get off the train in bump. Dont get off the train in bump. Floaters in the canal. I blame the ao. On her majesties service. Powered by LiveJournal.com.

jdagger.livejournal.com

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies

http://jdagger.livejournal.com/tag/new%20babbage%20rp

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Second Life and times of Jedburgh Dagger. Entries by tag: new babbage rp. NB] It Defends Itself. November 2nd, 2011. Private Journal (and all that entails). Everyone seemed dazed, in shock. Poor Kane was nearly shut down, to the point he repeated what seemed to be a blackcylinder recording stating that he should be delivered to the Europan Consulate for repairs. I volunteered to go get the steam gurney at the shop to drag the poor thing off. Tags: dark aether falls.

jdagger.livejournal.com

[NB] Ammo-Dark Aether - Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies

http://jdagger.livejournal.com/20327.html

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Second Life and times of Jedburgh Dagger. December 14th, 2011. The man walked off towards Rubys Pub to see a friend, collect a debt, and have a pint. Hellip;………………………………………. Ldquo;Thankee mam.” He smiled and headed back towards the Post Office. Ldquo;Hello dear. What are you up to in there? The leg promptly disappeared into the access hatch and a few moments later the raven-haired head of the former Miss Ying appeared out of the hatch. Jed smiled that crooked litt...

jdagger.livejournal.com

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies

http://jdagger.livejournal.com/tag/dark%20aether%20falls

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Second Life and times of Jedburgh Dagger. Entries by tag: dark aether falls. NB] Word from the field (Dark Aether). December 15th, 2011. Jed read the note and made a few entries into the bound book that kept the information on this whole affair. She had codenamed Moriarty Orpheus since he came back from the underworld, and the Van Creed had gotten the moniker Pluto since they apparently wanted to send us all to Hades. Tags: dark aether falls. December 14th, 2011.

jdagger.livejournal.com

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies

http://jdagger.livejournal.com/tag/new%20babbage

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Second Life and times of Jedburgh Dagger. Entries by tag: new babbage. NB] Word from the field (Dark Aether). December 15th, 2011. Jed read the note and made a few entries into the bound book that kept the information on this whole affair. She had codenamed Moriarty Orpheus since he came back from the underworld, and the Van Creed had gotten the moniker Pluto since they apparently wanted to send us all to Hades. Tags: dark aether falls. December 14th, 2011. The de...

jdagger.livejournal.com

[NB] Closing the books - Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies

http://jdagger.livejournal.com/19500.html

Colts, Crinolines, and Conspiracies. The Second Life and times of Jedburgh Dagger. NB] Closing the books. October 31st, 2011. You could tell it was fall. The wind whipped cold across Iron Bay, sending the familiar chill of impending winter over the Gut. The runner knelt at the pier where the body now lay, while the tall redhead adjusted the collar of her peacoat against the wind. Her skirt whipped against the petticoat, and she grumbled as she tugged it back into place. I would suppose she’s the last bit...