4bidden Social

[Week 4, Tuesday Afternoon.]
[Open Post on a Forum for Locals.]

I've been looking but I can't find a decent place around here for two major necessities for me: Spellcraft supplies and a decent spice store.

I can't believe for a minute that an island this sizes doesn't have at least one of these things.Do you know how hard it is to make a decent Chimichurri without some good spices in this house? Does anyone have a suggestion or two on where some good store to visit?

[Blog -Week 4, Wed, afternoon]

So it seems that this week has been nothing short of insanity. With the move into our new home and getting everything ready, I've barely had any sort of time to myself. When I have though, I've been in talks with a nearby breeder for our first bundle of joy. I managed to find a breeder on the island that has a new liter of baby English sheep dogs. The only problem now is to pick just which one to get.




Any suggestions as to which one I should get?

DATE: Week 2. Friday. Evening.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

I was given a laptop and phone about a week ago. I've commented now and then on different blogs but I finally decided to write one myself. I'm Bella Sorrento and I'm Michael Meru's slave. I was recently bought and I think I'm adjusting pretty well. It's different then being at home but I know I could have ended up with a lot worse Master then Meru.

What I'm really excited about right now is that me and my best friend, Malia, have been given permission to create a garden and living area on the roof of Meru's place. He was actually excited about it which just made it that much more better. It will be a lot of work and we really don't see any fruits of our labor until next summer but it will be worth it.

DATE: Week 2. Tuesday. Noon.
TYPE: Blog. Filtered to slaves.



Hello, I'm Evan. Two weeks ago my name came up in the lottery and I was sold. What makes this particularly bitter is that I was just a month away from my thirtieth birthday, away from absolute freedom. Timing's a bitch, sometimes.

What I'm after, I guess, is advice. Even though I always knew that I could be called up, it was just something that *might* happen. Now that it actually has, I'm having trouble adjusting. I won't carry on about how fair or unfair things are, because that doesn't change the reality of the situation. She legally bought me, I'm hers, that's the end of it. I have no intention of running off, would never raise a hand to her. She's trying to be kind, I understand that. But by the same token she thinks I should be happy to be owned, and her obliviousness to how I feel about it is a little crazy-making.

What is really difficult for me is the change in how people treat me now that I'm a slave. People see my collar and they no longer see me. I've gone from nearly thirty years of being my own person to being...nothing. I'm no longer addressed directly unless it's confrontation about why I'm out without my master, and where are my papers that say I can be on my own. Every decision I make has to be run through her, and she seems to want me around constantly. I'm not chained in the basement, I have some small freedom, but I feel...smothered, like it's hard to breathe.

I've done a lot of hard physical work in the past week trying to wear out the anger regarding the situation, have run countless miles and exercised enough to make a professional body-builder look like a slacker. It doesn't seem to make a difference. I thought I was more adaptable than what I actually am, and that's another disappointment.

So I guess I'm asking--what do you do, or what have you done that has made the adjustment to being a slave easier? Don't give me the speech about how I should rebel against the system because that's not going to happen. We've all seen or heard about what happens to the rabble-rousers and would be freedom-fighters and I'm not interested in that fate.