Hey to both of my readers,
I did some ‘splorin’ inside the schoolhouse what the Landlord replaced on Mudflats. An’ as you know, I been lookin’ for Madame B. in my own way - about to step offworld in my Mobile Transit Housing Searchin’ System and search about the multiverse, she’s somewhere, and the school just in’nt no school without Madame B.
I found a Clue, pretty excitin’. Tucked under a bench in the school I found a note, what’s been transcribed to the here and now:
I am Madame Burrury, the Founder and Proprietor of Madame Burrury’s Finest School For Wizzards and Magikal Creatures School of Magik. And I simply must insist, my darlings, that you call me Madame B. or Ms. B.
The school was founded on a grid which closed and everyone lost everything. At my age, not to be coy, but people tell me I don’t look a day over 800 years, and I am grateful for that, and of course, I use a magical creme that seems to scrape off the decades, and at my age, losing everything is a bit of a stumbling block to one plans. So I needed to rethink my plans.
My plan pre-loss-of-everything was to keep teaching at the school, transitioning minds from the seemingly magical worlds of Opensim to include the magic within the magical-seeming worlds of Opensim. For example, Trey tried to convert gold into lead for pencils using Alchemy. But of course that is simple, and after hundreds or thousands of missteps and wee explosions melting a bit of the world he got it! Indeed, I am so proud of him.
Then Trey discovered by reading that pencil leads are actually graphite, and after a few years it became obvious to him that Alchemy does not provide a pathway to convert lead into graphite. He needed magic - and he joined the school.
The lost school is sad, but not as sad as sitting about drinking tea and feeling sad. I set my mind to developing a deeper understanding of some magics with which I am less familiar. It’s a BIG Opensim, and there are lots of magikal beings, creatures, and minds from which to learn.
So I, Madame Burrury, am switching places and am off to learn magik. Be good my darlings, always remember: You matter.
I’ll come find ya’ Madame B., we need the magikal school doin’ the teachin’ ‘n all. First, I gotta find my keys.