Cold

Well, do I care what Mia says. No, not when she's just cheeky and sulky. Like that. After I had done that zebra thing to show that I (which means she, in the eyes of other avatars and their alleged humans), just for once, may be less slow than very. Obviously, that wasn't the help she needed.

I had to think here. No help from the man who can help us all. No help from zebras. I had already felt her mood creeping closer, and into me, too. She scares me a little bit. Because I can't understand how it comes. I created her, she's my human. And still she can feel such things, so strange to me that I don't even have names for them. They are so cold to touch. So I'd prefer not to touch. Which I can't. Because what she feels slowly trickles from her, and into me.

The man and the zebra didn't help. So I did the one thing I can do best. I danced. And Callie the DJ played some good ones, oh so good. For those moments, I felt warmer, and I think I felt that Mia did, too.

Again

"dear diary,

did i read it it again? yes.

i'm sorry, serval, but this is so boring.

mia"

Reading

"dear diary,

i, too, had some time to kill. did i spend it reading? yes. did i spend it reading serval on zebras? yes.

i think i wish i had spent it drinking instead.

mia"

Zebra

My brain broke down the other day, after thinking too much. I found a strange, thrilly pleasure in using my brain, but did it far beyond its safety limits, I think. I'm still not sure if it was worth it. I had some time to kill, but I could have been dancing instead.

There had been an opening party, and there had been a trivia quiz for fun. One question was about zebras' stripes. Are zebras white with black stripes, or are they black with white stripes? The allegedly correct answer, when given, was "black with white stripes".

I was appalled. I couldn't sleep after hearing that. I cried.

Because zebras are obviously striped in black and white. They are born that way, and the stripes don't come off. They are not black, not white, but striped in black and white.

But those who handed out the trivia prizes had been listening to an obviously very stupid avatar called Wiki Pedia. But they seem to believe that Wiki is very bright. Maybe they don't even think it's an avatar, but one of the First Life humans. They probably do.

I should have won that trivia prize! What was it? Was it edible?

Someone defended Wiki, saying that zebra crossings are white stripes on a dark or black background. Which means that zebras too are black with white stripes. I have no comment on that. Oh, well, I do. I think it's ever so clever. You bow to no one, sir.

Afterwards, I searched for Wiki Pedia. And there's no such avatar! So I think that those party guys made it all up. When realizing they had made a mistake, after giving my prize to someone else, they made Wiki up, expecting to get away with it.

"it's just stupid serval", they probably laughed, and then told me:

"u know, serval, wiki pedia says zebras r black or dark animals w white stripes, n their bellies ..."

Screw Wiki Pedia. And screw zebras. All the above is the reason why my brain broke down and I couldn't sleep. I didn't like it. Ok, the party was nice otherwise, I admit that.

Helpful

A long time ago Mia said I'm in Second Life to help her. She didn't say how, only that I might not understand why. She said I'm here to help her.

She's right. I don't understand what I'm supposed to... is the love what she wants me to do? Well, I love dancing, but I bet that wouldn't be it. The other love they keep talking about here, loving another avatar, or a furry, is beyond me. I don't get it. I don't get the point. I don't know what it is. Then how could I do that for Mia?

Which Mia probably knows. So she's thinking of something else. I think I'll just keep going, until she gives me a hint.

Then, of course, there was this guy avatar, who once said he loved a man that he knew could help me, whatever problems I had. I don't remember the name of that man, but he really could come in handy here. Helping me to find out what help Mia needs. Or maybe he could help Mia, instead of me doing it. I was told that all I have to do to call (I guess the guy meant IM) that helpful man is to hold the palms of my hands together and speak to him. Like this.

Now, it doesn't seem to work very well.

Love

"dear diary,

this incarnation of mine has been a good thing to me lately. instead of showing on the serval how i feel, the serval seems to have been showing me how i should feel. there has been dancing again, music filling the air, and a lot of other incarnations around having a lot of fun. that leaves no room for gloom. so there's been little eyeshadow. god must be pleased. and headmaster, who really does exist, but isn't really that interested in sheep, seems to be happy. he was smiling today, without scolding anyone. maybe he got a raise. maybe he realized that summer holidays will be coming up, after all, eventually. maybe he's in love. not with me, i hope.

i've been waiting for that, honestly. not for the headmaster, but for the love. for little serval falling in love in second world, ending up partnered to just anybody. maybe to some furry incarnation, who happened to say he (not she, really, i mean?) liked her, just for hearing her name is serval. i can't even imagine what the children would look like. they would probably have quite a load of different problems, and end up in my class. to jump and scream on command like the other children. earning top grades dancing the sheep dance.

there wasn't going to be any serval falling in love tonight, though. she spent some (but not all, to my surprise) of her allowance, then went to the sanctuary to show off her new stuff. but she left when hearing it was a 'tie me up' event again. and she didn't grumble when i put her to sleep after that.

mia"