Finding yourself awake in a location you haven't been to in months with half your outfit rezzed and the other half a conglomerate of substitute miscellany and some hat you don't even remember trying on AS THE RUTH AVATAR. or something like it. Luckily, I appeared in Nerva Station and quickly hid in Fashion Police Stasis until my inventory took five minutes to recache and I could escape....
The horror of it all nearly induced a forced regen, but screaming and thrashing until I was able to return to the comfort of Emerald Viewer averted disaster. And the irony of it all was that the group title I was wearing read "Alpiniste de la Mode".
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