It started out like any other meeting for worship. I got there a bit late, and several people were already sitting quietly. I sidled over to an empty seat where I could see the “Peace” banners waving in the wind outside. I noticed that the clerk and the greeter were plain dressed, in the dark suits and broad-rimmed hats Americans might more readily identify with Mennonites. Others were dressed in less conspicuous styles, although the woman next to me had beautiful blue and purple streaks running through her white hair.

I spent most of my time watching the banners or closing my eyes, looking up when someone had a short message to share. It was a quiet meeting for the most part, with only a couple of Friends sharing short but poignant messages. There was one man who obviously was having some problems, and my eyes were occasionally drawn to his fidgeting form.

Finally he blurted out, “Why is this so boring? Why isn’t anyone saying anything?”

At some point, he got up and, in a flash took all of his clothes off. His little appendage was in plain sight. The clerk went straight to work and kicked him out of the meeting space, following him out–I was impressed with the firm response of this unassuming man in the black suit. I heard that the naked man also drew a gun, though I didn’t see it.

Within moments, we had returned to sitting in silence. The rest of my first Quaker meeting for worship in Second Life was thankfully uneventful.