Tentacles, Squamous, Elder Things, Kilts and "Broadly Offensive"

Miss Violet Schnabel had put together a lovely setting for the Lovecraft Ball, run by the Dark Victorian group. I managed to track down a couple of songs from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society (I need to get a copy of Shoggoth on the Roof) and started with those. On to some more familiar music with tracks ranging from Marilyn Manson, Sisters of Mercy, Inkubus Sukubus, VNV Nation, Mesh, Siouxsie and a variety of other things. Ensuing chat over the evening covered many strange things and may have proved that, apart from the assorted SAN(ity) jokes, that most Caledonians are in fact quite mad. Though Miss Schnabel's cousin Phineas may just be inebriated.


"Cthulhu Grove"


The glowing and amorphous Yog Sothoth (also known as Professor Avalanche)


The Great Race of Yith, with butterflies (normally known as Fuschia)


And I shall call him... Minithulhu.


Eldritch Emilly


Cthulhu in da House!

Later in the evening (and after a quick nap) My Dearest and I helped Her Grace of Loch Avie celebrate the completion of her Manor, Taigh Ròis (Gaelic for "House of the Rose").


The dance floor full of elegant ladies and charming gentlemen.

I danced with several ladies during the evening and witnessed the dubious charge the Vulgarian Ambassador, Barken Roff, made about Caledon being Vulgarian ancestral lands. I've heard this kind of waffle before and am soundly of the opinion that whether or not a country may have occupied a territory in the past, relinquishing that control centuries in the past forfeits your rights to claim it. Of course should the Vulgarians try to make good on their claim by force, Caledon's military defences will be ready and waiting for them.

Once Roff had stalked out in a huff, the evening continued pleasantly.

Finally the evening finished with the performance of Tartan For a Day, which saw the winner of an auction some time back allowed to perform as one of the troup of Little Eva and the Tartans.


Lots of tarting.. er tartan and very little else.


Joining the dance.


Lady Elytis after realising she was overdressed for the occasion.


Lady Whup Ass and Dr. Figaro get jiggy wit' it.


And at some point in the evening comparisons were made of the Tartans with the Mousketeers. Which of course produced Tartan ears.

A fun evening all round :-)

Aaarrggghhh (and other pirate clichés)

Caledon's Duchy of Carntaigh saw a return of all the pirates and smugglers we had managed to drive out of the Cay.

But it did answer the age old question about what is to be done with inebriated maratime travellers:

They have a large party!


The HGS Skurvy Dog perhaps


Hello Kitty Pirate? Of Course!


Roger the Cabin Boy


A pirate's chest


Phantoms or cheap drink?


Able seaman Lightfoot


Me with polly


Even had Daleks turning up to the thing! After which there were many salvos fired to get rid of them.


Pirates in Lurve


And we finished the evening off in Steelhead at the Masquerade with piracy of a slightly different kind.

And by that stage I was actually ready for some time off for the week.

Happy Rez Day to Eva!

Saturday saw Caledon's favourite Loch Avie Duchess see in her 1 year anniversary of Second Life. Many of the usual suspects were invited, others came anyway :-)


Lady Amber and 98 get down


Miss Betty Doyle looking like she could give lessons to Dita Von Tease and Mr. Aldo Stern looking impressive as well.


A sandwich with Two Duchesses and a Countess. Is that a Cheese Royal?


Funky


Hotspur O'Toole shakes his thang


JJ Drinkwater pimps his suit out. Or is that a pimp suit? I'm not sure


Miss Lapin Paris giving the lie to her sweet and innocent image


Miss Mitsu Figaro grooving to the beat


Miss Virrginia Tombola and Miss Lavender Beaumont enjoying her night.

There have been persistent rumours of a demon summoning. I don't know they're talking about personally

Pirates of the Caledonian

Where do you ya keep ya Buccaneers?




On ya Buccan Head!

Another quality Kinescope by Oolon Sputnik!

Friday the 13th Disco, Renn Faires and strange rhythmic rituals

In what might be appropriate to the horror usually inflicted on people at Friday the 13th, Steelhead had a 70's night as its theme for this Friday.


Ah ah ah ah Stayin' Alive, stayin' alive...


Christine and myself as "Finn's Shiney Disco Balls", with the Psychedelic Fuzz underneath.


Psychedelic Fuzz




JeZ's afro had a mind of its own.


Roller Puck


Right On!

Saturday saw the dawning of a complete shift in time and location with the opening of the Renaissance Faire in Carntaigh. Another of the events to help the RFL it was an amusing idea. Mr. Abel and I bantered about if it was a *real* Renn Faire we needed to have Klingons...


Professor Avalanche's Little Sister.


Lavender Beaumont is starting to look like an appetiser to Erasmus Margulis


My beloved Christine sets a fine example by riding side saddle.


Yours truly trying out Professor Avalanche's Catapult Ride


Miss Paris gets a large one...


Oolon Sputnik seems to have been struck down by the tiny virus.

By sheer coincidence Steelhead's theme for their Saturday night formal was "medieval" so we were able to attend without even changing!


Sir Edward and Lady Christine


Tensai and Lunar looking lovely in co-ordinated outfits.

As Christine and I headed back to Davaar we heard a distinctly NON-medieval style of music from across the shore in Carntaigh. What was happening? It seems that Raver Riel was up to her doof again.



Christine gets into the groove.


Dunkin' Duchess. Yes, I'm about to make Her Grace all wet...


Her Grace shakes if for charity.


Giving till it hurts.


The lovely Kate Nicholas, one of the more dressed ladies of the evening.


Their Graces of Carntaigh and Loch Avie and Captain Paris show their remarkable... talents in helping a charitable cause


Last four standing: Miss McElroy, myself, Miss Figaro and Lord Bardhaven