Not really, they walked into the headquarters of a virtual publication. Let's keep the focus on the two avatars; it's the About [us] page. She has always been intelligent, spirited, passionate, stunning. He has always been muddy, but pock-marked from bad landings, and burnt by the light of 1,000 stars, preternaturally tall. She is the new Publisher. He was the hack who wrote pointless letters. She wanted everyone to stay; he knew he would get fired. They look at each other. She noted his boyish hair, his muddy kilt, his static poses attempting to look cool, and his use of punctuation and awkward, yet correct, sentences in conversation.
The original GCG Sun offices, decorated for Halloween. Peering inside, we see Reyn trying to pull off debonair, while dressed in a Beerman costume (GCG Freebie Mall), and Mari, laughing at the situations she gets into. Most importantly, we are seeing the First Dance.
Reyn wore pants, what a ceremony!
For two years, Mari & Reyn worked together on first, an inworld edition of The GCG Sun, then an online version, and finally, both versions. She didn't fire him. He didn't quit. They developed a deep respect for each other. Here's a brief overview of what happened. One night, at an event, Reyn asked Mari to dance, she gracefully accepted. Then, when Reyn meant to say "Good night, lovely dance, thank you so much, cheers." he Freudianally said, "Never, ever stop dancing with me." Mari said okay. They got married on several worlds, and partnered in more. Their lands were combined into "the Brady Bunch sims", over a dozen sims, some of them spectacular, some of them Reyn's. JK Reyn, mostly. The Carnelian-Bastion Estate was formed.
Endlessly, under thousands of stars.
An image from SL - cool art.
Fire, spirit, and passion balanced by mud and overthinking. (Mari loves everyone & Reyn will think about it.) Wishing you peace, balance, and finding your inner God here in the virtual worlds.