Between Tears and Textures - January 22

Journal Entry: 2026/01/22 Location: Ar's Station (Ironheart) / Truth Hair / West Burnham Mood/Title: Between Tears and Textures

Today has been a day of profound emotional exhaustion, as the weight of my father’s funeral yesterday finally settled over me. I found myself drifting through the city and various shops, moving between a deep desire to cry and the simple need to go back to bed. I spent a great deal of time experimenting with my appearance—testing new "Rain" fatpack styles from Truth and a delicate "Daisy" veil set from OYI. I even used a "Peek & Chic" scanning HUD to study the intricate details of Carola's attire; sometimes focusing on the threads and weaves of Gorean silk is the only way to quiet the mind.

In the midst of my grief, I had a strange encounter with a man named Mirko Ocello. He approached me with a kindness that felt out of place in the harshness of the ruins, offering to take me surfing in a modern sim to clear my head. He spoke of "class" and "long hair," things he couldn't possibly know from my profile. I shared with him the news of my father’s passing, and he was quite sympathetic. Though I wasn't in the best spirits for company, I allowed him to add me. It’s a strange world where one minute you are a Magistrate of Gor, and the next, you are being invited to catch waves in California.

To Do:

• Organize the "Tavia Robes" (Blue) and the new Truth "Rain" fatpack into my formal Scribe wardrobe.

• Reach out to Caroline and Catherine—I need the support of my daughters more than ever right now.