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Wicca’s Originals @ My Bloody Valentine // Janunary 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ My Bloody Valentine // January 27th – February 24th

One last, careful turn of the screwdriver and Burton was finished with his work. If it had a mechanism, no matter the size, Burton could return it to mint condition. Working for the Smithsonian Museum was Burton’s dream job.


Tonight a new room opens as a tribute to Tim Burton, the brilliant Gothic/horror director of the movies Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Bettlejuice. Today he finished the cleaning and restoration of the iconic title artifact, the hands from Edward Scissorhands. He wanted everything to be perfect.


As a kid, he was a geek, nerd and dweeb, all rolled into one. He was everything his father hated – short, scrawny, and uncoordinated. A complete loser and disgrace to Bruce ‘The Butcher’ Richards, his sports obsessed, burly jock of a parental unit.


Because he was born premature and on the sickly side, Bruce Richards looked upon his only child as an embarrassment. It was the only reason Burton’s mother was allowed to name her son after her favorite actor – Richard Burton. At least she didn’t name him Richard Richards.


Burton’s health prevented any sport participation, which only served to make him worthless in his father’s eyes. Oh, but he was a genius when it came to building and fixing things. It was how he managed a full ride to M.I.T., because his father had no intention of paying for a wimp’s college education.

For two summers Burton worked at the Smithsonian as part of an internship program. He had a full-time job offer before he even graduated. His father said he would never amount to anything. Bet the old man is swearing up a storm in his grave.


After delivering the hands to the museum curator, Burton headed home to change into his outfit. Tonight’s grand opening was a costume gala and visitors were encouraged to dress as their favorite Tim Burton movie character. A tough choice for Burton, because he loved them all.


He finally decided on a Victorian suit that would represent Victor from Corpse Bride, with a nod to Ichabod Crane of Sleepy Hollow fame. Burton was not ashamed to let his geek flag fly. So what if he was attending the gala alone because no woman looked at him as anything other than … creepy. He was who he was and proud of it.


Burton arrived to the opening hours early to help the curator with any last minute adjustments for the displays. Yes, he was a major Tim Burton fanboy. Maybe, if he was very lucky, he would get an introduction the man of the hour. As he roamed through the room, the VIPs were admitted and now mingled among the displays.

That is when he spotted HER. She was dressed as Emily from Corpse Bride in breath-taking detail. It was love at first sight. Burton was mesmerized and approached her as if in a trance. Not one to miss the smallest detail, Burton had a simple gold band in his coat pocket, just like the one in the movie.


As he neared, Burton’s Corpse Bride turned and saw the ring he held and smiled. She held out her left hand to him and waited. He slid the band onto her third finger and recited the the wedding vows from the movie.
“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

THE END?

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Gianni, Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Pose: Couple Pose, Bento (poseballs & single pose animations)

Event Location: My Bloody Valentine // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The 3rd Annual Interactive Trick-or-Treat Halloween Neighborhood and Carnival // October 2021

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Wicca’s Originals @ The 3rd Annual Interactive Trick-or-Treat Halloween Neighborhood and Carnival // October 15th – November 1st + Interactive sessions on 10/23 and 10/30

Flames exploded straight up into the air, lighting the midnight sky. It did little to alleviate the crisp chill of the October night. The new moon was directly over the small clearing in the woods – a blood moon. The site, high atop a hill, was well hidden from the village down in the valley.
Thirteen stood around the blazing fire. It was the first time in decades our gathering was complete. With times as they were, it was dangerous for the coven to meet in the same place. But tonight was special.
Aura stood apart from the others beneath the gnarled oak that marked her ancestor’s resting place. There was no marker, just the tree to watch over Abigail Miller’s grave. It would have been desecrated centuries ago had the location not be kept secret. Her remains were that powerful.
The power was strong in Aura’s family and she was no exception. With a touch of her hand, Aura could crumble a boulder into dust or plant a seed and with in seconds a bountiful apple tree grew from the ground. All power is not good, nor evil – it is how it is used that makes it so.
Chanting, low and hypnotic, floated through the darkness. The ceremony has begun. Aura placed her hand on the trunk of the ancient tree and felt Abigail’s energy pass into her soul. Abigail apparently approved of tonight’s ceremony.
After a silent pray for strength and wisdom, Aura pulled the mask down over her face; Abigail’s mask. Fabled to be fashioned from human skin and hair, the mask was nothing more than softened leather, though strands of Abigail’s hair was woven into the heavy threads that bordered the edges.
Aura pulled the hood of her heavy blood-red cloak over her head and walked slowly toward the fire. The coven, dressed in heavy black robes, stood around the bonfire, waiting for Aura to complete the circle. Tonight was her first act as their leader.
When Aura stepped into position the fire flared again and danced with an eerie glee. The chanting grew more urgent as Aura raised her hand toward the fire and a flame caressed her hand as a pet would nuzzle its beloved master.
Down in the valley, the village below was cursed. Plague, famine, pestilence – it touched every man, woman, child and creature. Tonight, that would end. As Aura’s energy flowed into the ground, the land became fertile again. Sickness was pulled from every living creature and fed to the flames. When the sun rose, the curse would be extinguished.
All power is not good, nor evil – it is how it is used that makes it so.

Sizes: unisex – no mod/copy/no trans (resizer)

Event Location: The 3rd Annual Interactive Trick-or-Treat Halloween Neighborhood and Carnival