Heathens Den

╭━━━━━━━━╫HD MEETS HD╫━━━━━━━━━╮ ┃ ┣ WHO:  DJ Abi & Host Motoko ┣ WHAT:  Hugo’s Design Fashion Event ┣ WHERE:  The Heathens Den ┣ WHEN:  4:00 to 6:00 PM PST Friday, June 8th ┣ GENRE:  Fashion Special ┣ CONTEST:  1000L for Best in Latex ┣ GIVEAWAYS:  250L Hugo’s Design gift cards for all! ┃ ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯

Here we go again, from a fresh, new, much lower lag location! We’ve worked out the kinks (of the bad sort) this time around. Care to dance?

See our Employment page for more details!

All of our applications can be found here* as well as in-world:

DJ

Host

Security

Bartender

*Google application forms may not be entirely up to date at the moment.

We’ve been sitting on this one for a bit, Heathens, but now that everything is set, here’s the deal!

Snokra Snake All Star mod on the Gacha Guild Event, only 100 tickets!

PS.: You don’t need linden, it only requires finding 100 tickets hidden in the sim, then go to the circus area and click on the picture to redeem it.

The holiday season, for the past three years or so, has been unfailingly miserable for me. A few bright spots have existed…but none quite like this year.

December has been utter Hell for me.  Nothing has gone quite right.  It’s been painful.  My physical and mental health has been wonky.  Aside from work, I get no physical human contact; aside from Second Life (and Discord)…I’m alone.  After listening to people talk of food and family get-togethers for Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve and all its banter nearly did me in.  I actually got to a point where I was asking people (and not even just for my sake, but for the sake of others of my group suffering through it either truly alone or feeling alone).

Then people started freaking out over delivery times.  Folks asked for my address.  They ask what I want.  Truthfully, I just want a little stability…but I would have likely cried tears of joy if I’d gotten socks.

Instead, this mad bunch of flurries got together to mail “themselves.”  A wolf, a panther, and a watermelon (…I will not explain…) showed up on my doorstep the day after Christmas.  I saw the melon first, staring at me with the goofiest expression…and the waterworks started.  There was a dialogue.  They had written letters.  Every word made the tears fall faster.  Then I open the box that was tucked away with the plushies.  Quarters…so that I could wash my clothes without destroying my hands.

Then (since we’re still missing a parcel as of right now), today (well, Thursday), I was told to open the last card.  I won’t reveal its contents, but we’ll just say that there will be at least some stability, for at least a little while.

Tears wear me out, folks.  Crying gives me MASSIVE headaches and utterly saps my energy, and it had been a while since I’d cried…and even longer since I’d cried tears of happiness.  I had to rest after the card.  I woke up to a message advising me to pop by the club before I headed out to work.

I still don’t know what I did to deserve these people, but no one can ever, EVER tell me that the friends you make online are not real friends.  These people are scattered about the globe and they still managed to make me feel less alone.

And loved.