When the 1920 Berlin Project was younger, I went for a visit. Let me preface by saying that I went for a visit as Mistletoe, a 5’11” tall elf. I wore a dress from the early 30s–it was the closest I had–and not only did I get in no problem, I was given a personal tour by Jo Yardley herself.
What impressed me so much about it was not just the build (which made brilliant use of the limited space and prims), not just the atmosphere from the streetlights to the newspapers to the music on the stream… no, what really blew my mind was how pleasant and tolerant the owner was toward me. She explained that those who stuck around to take part in the RP on a regular basis were asked to fit within a certain time period/look, but that visitors were free and welcome to be whomever or whatever they chose to be. I was so impressed that before the tour was over, I voluntarily disappeared my prim ears. And if you know anything about me at all, you know that it would have to be one hell of an impression on me for me to willingly do such a thing.
Fast forward to now.
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