Whotter and his toy plane

Whotter got this toy plane a few weeks ago and he has been busy playing with it. Mostly he just runs around wearing the box-shaped plane, making lots of noise. Occasionally he bumps into one of my colleauges or some punter that fell asleep in the street.

Today also. I was glad that he took his noisy new game somewhere else for a while when Bo was so unwise to say the words 'fish and chips' in her conversation with a French girl.
He wasn't flying, but Whotter surely ran like he was. Within a few seconds he had appeared in fron of her, begging for fish. It took me a while to convince him that he would not get anything for a while, since he had just finished his breakfast.
He ran off again, bumping his plane against some street lanterns and other furniture. I wonder when he will destroy the thing...

A day in whoring

It's thursday and I am going to document what happens on a typical day for me at Street Whores in Second Life. If you want excitement I suggest you go read something else ;-)

12:45 AM I wake up and get myself some breakfast and coffee before I head to the streets. Looking at minimap, it seems calm, in numbers, compared to the past 6 month average.

12:50 AM Whotter discovers I am awake and starts bugging me for fish. Shortly after I feed him I get logged off. I use the opportunity for a bathroom break and get back in.

12:57 AM I walk out into the street. It's chilly out and there is no one at the Meat Market, where I decided to start my shift. I only notice my friend and colelague Violet some 35m away.

1:00 AM I post a photo on Flickr and promote it in the 'The Sexiest : pornstars" group in Second Life, stating my goal to document a shift in the streets.

1:02 AM I notice my friend Violet has IM'ed me, 5 minutes ago. I reply to her that "I am okay" and I thank her.

1:19 AM I am going to pour myself a second cup of coffee. I check minimap and I conclude that there are 10 people present here in the red light district. One of them is a potential client. Inspecting his profile, he doesn't look very promising though, so I decide to ignore him. There's always more coffee to drink.
1:25 AM I decide to post the blog and edit it as I go along and new things happen. I send a tweet with a link to the blogpost.
1:31 AM Whotter looks me up at the Meat Market, demanding more fish. I tell him that he's had enough for breakfast already. I don't want him to get fat.
1:37 AM On minimap I spot another man in the distance. I identify him as a well-known tyre kicker and ignore him.
1:41 AM I post a link to my blogpost on Google Plus.
1:43 AM My colleague Melanie (Warden, not Tuxing) walks within my chat range. She wants to know how tricks are.
1:55 AM While I chat with Melanie, an elderly man in a dark suit walks past. He watches us, answers our greetings and then walks on.
2:07 AM Melanie walks off. She says that if she doesn't see anything interesting she will go do something fun for herself.
2:11 AM Whotter walks by, with his new cart/plane toy and asks for more fish. I tell him it's not lunchtime yet.
2:17AM I decided that I've had enough of it and I leave.