Stuck in Rainy Town
Sunday, November 2nd, 2008It is a dark and stormy night tonight, the sl-skies are raining cats and dogs and offering the intrepid traveler the chance to get fried by the occasional bolt of lightning.
Some joker has found it funny to tp me to Rainy Town. Hmm, I guess I should have read the address on the pop-up more carefully. I might even have remembered to bring along an umbrella.
Against the stench I’m confronted with on landing no umbrella would have helped me anyway.
Rats, my new clothes are gonna be completely ruined after wading through this sewer.
After having made my way out of this dungeon of slimy waste, …
my first thought is to get away from here as fast as possible. There seems to be a regular taxi service on the other side of the canal.
Instead of taking the long road again, I decide to jump over the railing …
only to land face down in some green muck. Quite a surprise those ducks and swans would mistake that for their natural habitat.
But then I’m not really keen on making their acquaintance and ask them, I have a cab to catch.
Making my way through the floating debris I can see a hooker is competing for the next ride.
Finally reaching street level all that’s left for me to see are some taillights vanishing in the distance. Arrrrggghhh!!!
Not surprisingly the next taxi takes its time to show up, only to almost run me over and then vanish without stopping. Slowly but surely I’m really getting mad.
Still, I’m not one to give up so easily. Catching a cab can’t be more difficult than riding a raging bull, or can it? Next chance I have, I jump into the backseat of a passing taxi, uttering a sigh of relief. Prematurely, as I soon find out, since my designated ride just won’t roll anymore with me in it. Damn!
Maybe I should have looked closer. The driver’s seat is empty. There is definitely something strange going on here. Haven’t I seen this cab drive up to me?
Watching the next cab come closer very fast in the rear mirror, I wonder if now is a good time to panic or just brace myself for the inevitable crash.
Before I can make up my mind, this representative of modern urban transportation just passes through us like a ghost, definitely eerie, and let me spell that eeeeeeeeeerrrriiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I bolt out of the car only to see it move again – without me.
Seems I have to use some other means of transportation tonight … even if the chauffeur is dressed kinda weird, don’t you agree?
Now why would I think of Chris right now, lol! Perhaps I’d better stay and have one of those fat mutated ducks for dinner. Toxic!
CU soon in SL, and don’t forget your umbrella! ^_^