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Sticky: Notice Board!
Jun. 10th, 2028 03:07 pmstarhuemod
Welcome to the Message Board!
This acts as a public, IC inbox for the entire community. Have a character pin a message here and exchange passive aggressive notes or positive ones to your fullest potential! All threads in this post are threadjackable!
of birthdays and lost days
Dec. 13th, 2018 10:59 pmsomakemelaughThe morning of Dec 14th:
He wakes up with the sun on any given day, but today anticipation has him awake earlier than that. Today is a very special day, one of few anniversaries he keeps in mind but won't mark on the calendar. It's early yet, so he'll take his time about drawing himself from the warmth of the covers, careful to leave his housemates to their slumber as he does. Wouldn't do to have them up early themselves to spoil their surprise, though it's just as special a day for them, too. It's more likely that they'll wake soon, and yet he intends to try.
With one step, he finds himself in the kitchen, the distance and closed doors nothing to him with his abilities. He leaves the room in darkness and moves around it quietly, gathering things he knows he'll need. His eyes haven't seen clearly in years, but he knows his own home well enough by now to know precisely where everything is, and even in socks, he can hear his own feet padding about the kitchen floor.
Once he has everything settled, he starts the oven and puts on his apron and a kettle to heat tea. It's going to be a long morning and a longer day, and... he thinks he'll start it with a cake.
The night of Dec 14th:
It's well past the boys' bedtime after such an exciting and unhappy day all around. The kitchen is still a mess, in part, and he'll work on the details later. In fact, that's his excuse, should anyone find him awake at this hour, as to why he is awake. But it's his tradition to remember.
It has been five years to him since his world had been shattered, hidden behind a quiet smile that even now sometimes is hard to maintain. Perhaps it could have been easier had Vincent not been returned to him, taken away, returned as a boy, then taken away again so very recently. But old wounds had been reopened, and he needed this time to himself. He needed to cry it out over a nice, hot cup of tea now or risk bottling it up and watching it explode on him and serve collateral damage on others at some unknown time later.
As happy a day as it should have been and was, he needs to mourn. The Grim Reaper academy had tried its best to take all emotion out of the job, but in the end, they all had once been human.
He wakes up with the sun on any given day, but today anticipation has him awake earlier than that. Today is a very special day, one of few anniversaries he keeps in mind but won't mark on the calendar. It's early yet, so he'll take his time about drawing himself from the warmth of the covers, careful to leave his housemates to their slumber as he does. Wouldn't do to have them up early themselves to spoil their surprise, though it's just as special a day for them, too. It's more likely that they'll wake soon, and yet he intends to try.
With one step, he finds himself in the kitchen, the distance and closed doors nothing to him with his abilities. He leaves the room in darkness and moves around it quietly, gathering things he knows he'll need. His eyes haven't seen clearly in years, but he knows his own home well enough by now to know precisely where everything is, and even in socks, he can hear his own feet padding about the kitchen floor.
Once he has everything settled, he starts the oven and puts on his apron and a kettle to heat tea. It's going to be a long morning and a longer day, and... he thinks he'll start it with a cake.
The night of Dec 14th:
It's well past the boys' bedtime after such an exciting and unhappy day all around. The kitchen is still a mess, in part, and he'll work on the details later. In fact, that's his excuse, should anyone find him awake at this hour, as to why he is awake. But it's his tradition to remember.
It has been five years to him since his world had been shattered, hidden behind a quiet smile that even now sometimes is hard to maintain. Perhaps it could have been easier had Vincent not been returned to him, taken away, returned as a boy, then taken away again so very recently. But old wounds had been reopened, and he needed this time to himself. He needed to cry it out over a nice, hot cup of tea now or risk bottling it up and watching it explode on him and serve collateral damage on others at some unknown time later.
As happy a day as it should have been and was, he needs to mourn. The Grim Reaper academy had tried its best to take all emotion out of the job, but in the end, they all had once been human.
[Video]--002
Dec. 12th, 2018 01:15 amninjainviolet[ It's been a longtime since Sheena's been on the network, but she's been a little busy doing that whole farming thing.
And training.
And working on something totally different.
It's that last one that has her hitting the airwaves with a huge smile and a curious expression. ]
Hi, everyone!
For those who don't know me, my name's Sheena Fujibayashi, and I have a question.
I discovered a hobby a couple of months ago called crocheting--which seems like a great idea because of the cold weather. In fact, I've already got the basics down and made a couple of scarves.
[ More than a couple, since she's been making presents to hand out in a couple of weeks (like for a priest, a pope, a goddess, and a pony). ]
But that obviously isn't the question. The question is: are there others who do this and have some other things I can do? Like are there patterns for things like blankets and such? [ She winged it with the scarves but would like to try something more...coherent? ]
Thanks!
And training.
And working on something totally different.
It's that last one that has her hitting the airwaves with a huge smile and a curious expression. ]
Hi, everyone!
For those who don't know me, my name's Sheena Fujibayashi, and I have a question.
I discovered a hobby a couple of months ago called crocheting--which seems like a great idea because of the cold weather. In fact, I've already got the basics down and made a couple of scarves.
[ More than a couple, since she's been making presents to hand out in a couple of weeks (like for a priest, a pope, a goddess, and a pony). ]
But that obviously isn't the question. The question is: are there others who do this and have some other things I can do? Like are there patterns for things like blankets and such? [ She winged it with the scarves but would like to try something more...coherent? ]
Thanks!
[video/log] a holly, jolly...something.
Dec. 10th, 2018 09:29 pmbiotictouch[ The feed opens up to a slightly decorated, tinsel trimmed living room with a particularly....mirth-filled Moira. She hasn't donned a hat or ugly sweater just yet. But, she does have a long sleeved, slightly....burgundy sweater on. The sleeves are pulled up to about her elbows, a small mug of hot chocolate sitting slightly on screen. Moira's curt, still business as business can be. ]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to extend a warm happy holidays to all.
[ She looks a bit flushed, as though she's warm. Yeah, her fire's probably going. Her arm looks a bit more discolored than it had before, should you notice. Before, it was sickly, but it's now a sheer purple. Not likely something you'd noticed unless you knew her. There's not a real effort to conceal it. ]
If there's anyone that, by acquaintance or desire to be considered such, has not a single thing to do sometime this weekend...I'll be hosting a brief dinner, a holiday affair.
Please, bring some of your local faire, things that you'd like to share with others. It's not particularly about socializing with me, but sharing with others. As you do, around the holidays.
Sometime in the afternoon, supposedly around...oh, let's say four. Just to set up.
[ Bark. Bark. Oh, that's important. ]
There will be a dog present, if you're scared or allergic...Let me know.
Casualwear. Alcohol will be present. No gift giving required, but if you'd like to exchange with some personal friends, well. I'm sure no one will hold it against you.
I look forward to getting you know more of you.
[ ooc; You're more than welcome to join in whether or not you know Moira, she's open doored for a brisk holiday dinner with everyone. Underneath is two different posts, one for replying to the comm, the other to take part in the dinner! ]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to extend a warm happy holidays to all.
[ She looks a bit flushed, as though she's warm. Yeah, her fire's probably going. Her arm looks a bit more discolored than it had before, should you notice. Before, it was sickly, but it's now a sheer purple. Not likely something you'd noticed unless you knew her. There's not a real effort to conceal it. ]
If there's anyone that, by acquaintance or desire to be considered such, has not a single thing to do sometime this weekend...I'll be hosting a brief dinner, a holiday affair.
Please, bring some of your local faire, things that you'd like to share with others. It's not particularly about socializing with me, but sharing with others. As you do, around the holidays.
Sometime in the afternoon, supposedly around...oh, let's say four. Just to set up.
[ Bark. Bark. Oh, that's important. ]
There will be a dog present, if you're scared or allergic...Let me know.
Casualwear. Alcohol will be present. No gift giving required, but if you'd like to exchange with some personal friends, well. I'm sure no one will hold it against you.
I look forward to getting you know more of you.
[ ooc; You're more than welcome to join in whether or not you know Moira, she's open doored for a brisk holiday dinner with everyone. Underneath is two different posts, one for replying to the comm, the other to take part in the dinner! ]
oo1 | video
Nov. 26th, 2018 07:37 pmbluebirthdaycakes[Well, this has certainly been an interesting morning.
A year. A year, she'd been under the impression that her oldest was somewhere in Greece saving humanity, as usual; then out of the blue, she wakes up in a little farmhouse with her husband and infant daughter and right next door--in what is definitely not somewhere in Greece--is Percy, who at some point sprouted feathers.
It's still not the weirdest day she's ever had, but when your child is not only the son of a god, but of godly royalty, that's not saying very much.
As weird as it is, though, there's nothing she can really do about it. At least there don't seem to be any mercurial deities meddling in everyday affairs--there's something in Percy's face that scares her every time the subject turns to what made him this way, and if from nothing else but that look, she knows that it could be much, much worse.
He's not ready to talk about it yet, so for the moment, Sally puts it from the front of her mind. She can, however, cook, and that's how the network will find her--hair tied back, sleeves rolled up, flour on her nose and a blueberry pie in the oven, smiling warmly.]
I suppose baking my feelings is one of the better ways of coping with them, right? [Her smile goes a little self-deprecating.] In that vein, I'm Sally and I'm taking requests. Pies, cakes, cookies, tarts, meringues, puddings...you name it, I've probably made some version of it, and I could use something to keep my hands busy while my kids are otherwise occupied.
[It's been difficult to get Percy to put Estelle down at all, actually--and, yeah, it's bizarre to see him like this, but he's still her sweet, effusive son under all the feathers.]
I would also love to learn how to spin wool--it's something I've always wanted to do, but I'm from Manhattan, which isn't exactly sheep country. I do, however, knit just about anything, and wouldn't mind an opportunity to channel my crafty impulses. I think there are only so many sweaters a woman can foist on her eighteen-year-old before the embarrassment gets to be too much for him.
A year. A year, she'd been under the impression that her oldest was somewhere in Greece saving humanity, as usual; then out of the blue, she wakes up in a little farmhouse with her husband and infant daughter and right next door--in what is definitely not somewhere in Greece--is Percy, who at some point sprouted feathers.
It's still not the weirdest day she's ever had, but when your child is not only the son of a god, but of godly royalty, that's not saying very much.
As weird as it is, though, there's nothing she can really do about it. At least there don't seem to be any mercurial deities meddling in everyday affairs--there's something in Percy's face that scares her every time the subject turns to what made him this way, and if from nothing else but that look, she knows that it could be much, much worse.
He's not ready to talk about it yet, so for the moment, Sally puts it from the front of her mind. She can, however, cook, and that's how the network will find her--hair tied back, sleeves rolled up, flour on her nose and a blueberry pie in the oven, smiling warmly.]
I suppose baking my feelings is one of the better ways of coping with them, right? [Her smile goes a little self-deprecating.] In that vein, I'm Sally and I'm taking requests. Pies, cakes, cookies, tarts, meringues, puddings...you name it, I've probably made some version of it, and I could use something to keep my hands busy while my kids are otherwise occupied.
[It's been difficult to get Percy to put Estelle down at all, actually--and, yeah, it's bizarre to see him like this, but he's still her sweet, effusive son under all the feathers.]
I would also love to learn how to spin wool--it's something I've always wanted to do, but I'm from Manhattan, which isn't exactly sheep country. I do, however, knit just about anything, and wouldn't mind an opportunity to channel my crafty impulses. I think there are only so many sweaters a woman can foist on her eighteen-year-old before the embarrassment gets to be too much for him.
song_princess[It was a rare moment of real downtime that she managed to gain on her farm. Leanne can be seen in her room, looking into a mirror, though if one pays any attention to the floor and the surroundings of her room. They would see that the floor was completely covered in gold coins and at least one third of the room was drowned in a giant pile of the coins. Leanne never found the need to spend what she earned and usually just toss her gold onto the floor and lets it build up over time.
She continues to stare into the mirror before a bright light surrounds her and disappears to reveal a 6' tall pure white heron in her place. She was pure white except for a golden crest which creates a pattern from the crown of her head, down her neck. Those who are experts with all things gold would notice that the feathers were not just golden in color but were actual gold themselves. Shiney and pure in the sunlight. It took her a moment to notice the video being recorded of her and she quickly moves to shift back into her normal form and shuts it off with a shout of "Don't look!" as she does so.]
She continues to stare into the mirror before a bright light surrounds her and disappears to reveal a 6' tall pure white heron in her place. She was pure white except for a golden crest which creates a pattern from the crown of her head, down her neck. Those who are experts with all things gold would notice that the feathers were not just golden in color but were actual gold themselves. Shiney and pure in the sunlight. It took her a moment to notice the video being recorded of her and she quickly moves to shift back into her normal form and shuts it off with a shout of "Don't look!" as she does so.]
Mingle post: Haunted House Maze
Oct. 1st, 2018 08:33 pmhellish_butlerWhat: Sebastian opens a haunted-house maze
When: Open for the entire month of October 1 to 31, but the post is open forever. Open in the late afternoons to late nights, the haunted house is closed after midnight. If you visit the house after 9pm, the lights of the house will shut off and the house is completely dark, but flashlights will be given to guests.
Other information: Just put in your subject title if you're OTA or if you want to lock it if you have parties/CR involved in mind! There are convenient NPCs on the premises to serve as actors or security guards. Please don't injure or kill them, they are residents and locals from that valley Sebastian hired to maintain the house and as the manager, he protects them. Otherwise, feel free to accidentally break any props or furniture while on the property, but Sebastian will immediately replace them. More info and house layout on the ooc comm if you have questions to ask!
Video
"Good evening and greetings everyone. I am Sebastian, the butler of the Phantomhive Household. On the behalf of the Earl Phantomhive, I want to announce that we officially open a haunted house to celebrate this month's festivities. There's a fee for admissions so visit us during opening hours. If you have any questions, feel free to ask my staff on the premise or ask me any questions you may have. All are invited and welcome."
Action
The haunted house is a classic Victorian house, a small size manor that is located on a hill where everyone can see the decorations of pumpkins and ghouls being placed on the frontyard. A steep cobblestone step leads up toward the house. The signs outside on the front to make it look ominous and scary with stoney ridgeback gargoyles guarding the front gate.
The house is not really haunted, but Sebastian sure decorates and designed it to look that way. At the front desk, the clerk on duty handed out maps and everyone is given a map of the house's layout upon entry and the map shows the emergency exit signs. If the guests visit after 9pm, the house is completely dark and flashlights will be given to guests.
The house has four levels and the property is categorized into five zones: The first floor, the second floor, the third floor, and the fourth floor which happens to be the attic. The fifth zone is the hedge maze garden which is located in the backyard and is connected to one of the exits.
When: Open for the entire month of October 1 to 31, but the post is open forever. Open in the late afternoons to late nights, the haunted house is closed after midnight. If you visit the house after 9pm, the lights of the house will shut off and the house is completely dark, but flashlights will be given to guests.
Other information: Just put in your subject title if you're OTA or if you want to lock it if you have parties/CR involved in mind! There are convenient NPCs on the premises to serve as actors or security guards. Please don't injure or kill them, they are residents and locals from that valley Sebastian hired to maintain the house and as the manager, he protects them. Otherwise, feel free to accidentally break any props or furniture while on the property, but Sebastian will immediately replace them. More info and house layout on the ooc comm if you have questions to ask!
Video
"Good evening and greetings everyone. I am Sebastian, the butler of the Phantomhive Household. On the behalf of the Earl Phantomhive, I want to announce that we officially open a haunted house to celebrate this month's festivities. There's a fee for admissions so visit us during opening hours. If you have any questions, feel free to ask my staff on the premise or ask me any questions you may have. All are invited and welcome."
Action
The haunted house is a classic Victorian house, a small size manor that is located on a hill where everyone can see the decorations of pumpkins and ghouls being placed on the frontyard. A steep cobblestone step leads up toward the house. The signs outside on the front to make it look ominous and scary with stoney ridgeback gargoyles guarding the front gate.
The house is not really haunted, but Sebastian sure decorates and designed it to look that way. At the front desk, the clerk on duty handed out maps and everyone is given a map of the house's layout upon entry and the map shows the emergency exit signs. If the guests visit after 9pm, the house is completely dark and flashlights will be given to guests.
The house has four levels and the property is categorized into five zones: The first floor, the second floor, the third floor, and the fourth floor which happens to be the attic. The fifth zone is the hedge maze garden which is located in the backyard and is connected to one of the exits.
nofakes[Is this a familiar face? If so, where is the eyepatch?]
I will keep this short and sweet. I am looking for someone named Phantomhive. If you have a lead on where he might be staying, I would be most appreciative.
[A charming smile follows - he is so damn gentlemanly - but there is something off about him; something that is bound to cause unease.]
Beyond that, are you really expecting me to farm? Can I not hire skilled laborers instead?
I will keep this short and sweet. I am looking for someone named Phantomhive. If you have a lead on where he might be staying, I would be most appreciative.
[A charming smile follows - he is so damn gentlemanly - but there is something off about him; something that is bound to cause unease.]
Beyond that, are you really expecting me to farm? Can I not hire skilled laborers instead?
somakemelaugh[He's not around often on the network, but some of you might have seen Undertaker in town and about, purchasing seeds, exploring the area, listening to the wind from the roofs, that sort of thing. Oh, and that rescue in the cave with the young Earl? He was most definitely there. Perhaps you know his face from that encounter?]
I have need of a doctor of medical sciences, preferably one with quality knowledge of human cosmetics. Should you fit the description, please contact me. There's a small matter I would discuss in private. [He has no hat to tip today, so he simply nods before he ends the feed, but it isn't hard to see even from this brief video that he has a scar problem... clear across his face. Or is that really why he's asking?] Ta.
I have need of a doctor of medical sciences, preferably one with quality knowledge of human cosmetics. Should you fit the description, please contact me. There's a small matter I would discuss in private. [He has no hat to tip today, so he simply nods before he ends the feed, but it isn't hard to see even from this brief video that he has a scar problem... clear across his face. Or is that really why he's asking?] Ta.
sweetlies[Oh look, it's that boy who got lost in the mines.
Well... not lost...
He's much less ruffled today, dressed in a warm sweater and sitting inside his home with a cup of steaming tea. Or cocoa. Hard to tell from this angle. Those that know him, and he realizes how few that is now, will correctly guess that it's cocoa.]
It's nearly October. Riverview had Halloween parties. [Much of the one he attended has been... forgotten...] And, back in England, it was my duty as the Earl of Phantomhive to host a celebration of sorts.
I don't really have the funding or skills on my own do anything so grandiose here but I thought a haunted house might be fun. Some games could be set up outside for those less adventurous. Things like bobbing for apples? Or- oh, I don't know. I never was particularly good at all this.
[The servants handled everything. And by that he means Sebastian.]
Well... not lost...
He's much less ruffled today, dressed in a warm sweater and sitting inside his home with a cup of steaming tea. Or cocoa. Hard to tell from this angle. Those that know him, and he realizes how few that is now, will correctly guess that it's cocoa.]
It's nearly October. Riverview had Halloween parties. [Much of the one he attended has been... forgotten...] And, back in England, it was my duty as the Earl of Phantomhive to host a celebration of sorts.
I don't really have the funding or skills on my own do anything so grandiose here but I thought a haunted house might be fun. Some games could be set up outside for those less adventurous. Things like bobbing for apples? Or- oh, I don't know. I never was particularly good at all this.
[The servants handled everything. And by that he means Sebastian.]
FURST | Action at the bus stop!
Sep. 9th, 2018 02:48 pmsarcastassWho: Szelhamos and you!
What: A very cranky, flamboyantbird demon rolls up into town, definitely NOT LOOKING FOR ANYONE.
When: The weekend, as late in the afternoon as he can manage.
Where: Bus stop, and then grumping around town.
Warnings: None unless over the top Mean Girls level histrionics are troubling.
( I'm too pretty for this )
What: A very cranky, flamboyant
When: The weekend, as late in the afternoon as he can manage.
Where: Bus stop, and then grumping around town.
Warnings: None unless over the top Mean Girls level histrionics are troubling.
( I'm too pretty for this )
biotictouch[ It's been a rich month for Moira, and by rich, she's been practically a hermit, leaving her farm only to walk the dog and get grocery. She's obviously been consumed by something but goodness knows what it was or what it could've been, god forbid the woman actually socialize.
There's a lot more happening than she'll ever let on, including but not limited to;
Hitting the bricks with restoring her biotic field harness with barebones utility at hand. Oh yeah, that's hit a stark dead end, so stark she'd been up for literal days at one point, simply trying to find a workaround for some missing key components. None found yet.
Angela had vanished without so much as a note. While she meant not to take this personally, after all, they were...faintly even colleagues at that point....well, she took it a bit personally.
And slaving over genetic mapping. When she wasn't bent on her biotics restoration, she was mapping her own genome for a private project. Exhausting.
So. Moira's been...gone. Save for one day at the beach when things were going a little....better, in her opinion.
Contextual layup aside, the feed has opened up from an unusual angle, one pointing straight at the ceiling, under a dog's nose. Pupper seems to have nudged the jPad on the floor, pawing at it, hoping maybe, someone will talk back at him. What's blurry in the background is Moira asleep on her desk, looking particularly disheveled, fingers rested on the rim of an empty glass. Who knows what was or wasn't in it, but it's gone now.
Interrupt if you please, but if you don't, the feed doesn't close for a while, not until pupper here has barked enough to wake her, standing suddenly from the desk and muttering in Irish Gaelic. She continues to yammer on to herself under her breath, taking her glass to what sounds like the kitchen. Moira's more than mildly disheveled, her tie untied, her top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. To the delight of the shepherd, tapping on the floor excitedly, someone's being acknowledged. She pats him, only in frame for a second, and gingerly turns off the feed. ]
There's a lot more happening than she'll ever let on, including but not limited to;
Hitting the bricks with restoring her biotic field harness with barebones utility at hand. Oh yeah, that's hit a stark dead end, so stark she'd been up for literal days at one point, simply trying to find a workaround for some missing key components. None found yet.
Angela had vanished without so much as a note. While she meant not to take this personally, after all, they were...faintly even colleagues at that point....well, she took it a bit personally.
And slaving over genetic mapping. When she wasn't bent on her biotics restoration, she was mapping her own genome for a private project. Exhausting.
So. Moira's been...gone. Save for one day at the beach when things were going a little....better, in her opinion.
Contextual layup aside, the feed has opened up from an unusual angle, one pointing straight at the ceiling, under a dog's nose. Pupper seems to have nudged the jPad on the floor, pawing at it, hoping maybe, someone will talk back at him. What's blurry in the background is Moira asleep on her desk, looking particularly disheveled, fingers rested on the rim of an empty glass. Who knows what was or wasn't in it, but it's gone now.
Interrupt if you please, but if you don't, the feed doesn't close for a while, not until pupper here has barked enough to wake her, standing suddenly from the desk and muttering in Irish Gaelic. She continues to yammer on to herself under her breath, taking her glass to what sounds like the kitchen. Moira's more than mildly disheveled, her tie untied, her top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. To the delight of the shepherd, tapping on the floor excitedly, someone's being acknowledged. She pats him, only in frame for a second, and gingerly turns off the feed. ]
powerhittou[Well. Mr. Endless Dragon Energy certainly is looking a lot more subdued tonight. Maybe even just a little tired with the way he's staring dully at the screen, his hand moving right at the edge of the camera's view and making loud tapping noises.]
Are you kidding me with... -Oh, shit. [He blinks, looking slightly more alert. But just slightly.] That explains it. Thought I hit text. Oookay. Uh, what was I gonna...
[The view shifts as he sets the jpad down and leans out of view, but he keeps talking.]
Hey, so did anyone ever figure out why it was raining rocks that one time? Crazy. Lots of crazy stuff here.
[Aaand he's back! He takes a long, slow sip out of what looks like a shot glass and scrunches his face up a little.]
We could make it crazier. Anyone in this place know how to party? It's the weekend and now I have this big little empty house all to myself and some leftover sake - [He makes a small gesture with the glass.] - and a ton of vegetables and no way to keep on my a-game with b-ball but I got... swords now. which is cool. Nobody to teach me to use them but I got'em.
...Was b-ball baseball or was it basketball...
[The hell was he even taking about? Baby's first unsupervised drinking night is going superbly. He gazes off at nothing in particular for a long moment before remembering that it's recording, and he flashes a sloppy grin.]
Crazy wild party at Bonnnnn-tennnnnnnn Farm. No. Kaaaa-taaa-ko farm now. Ha.
[Give him another second to remember to actually cut the feed. Surely nobody in their right mind is going to show up, right? ...Right? There isn't a crazy party, only sad loneliness and a drunk, moody teenager.]
Are you kidding me with... -Oh, shit. [He blinks, looking slightly more alert. But just slightly.] That explains it. Thought I hit text. Oookay. Uh, what was I gonna...
[The view shifts as he sets the jpad down and leans out of view, but he keeps talking.]
Hey, so did anyone ever figure out why it was raining rocks that one time? Crazy. Lots of crazy stuff here.
[Aaand he's back! He takes a long, slow sip out of what looks like a shot glass and scrunches his face up a little.]
We could make it crazier. Anyone in this place know how to party? It's the weekend and now I have this big little empty house all to myself and some leftover sake - [He makes a small gesture with the glass.] - and a ton of vegetables and no way to keep on my a-game with b-ball but I got... swords now. which is cool. Nobody to teach me to use them but I got'em.
...Was b-ball baseball or was it basketball...
[The hell was he even taking about? Baby's first unsupervised drinking night is going superbly. He gazes off at nothing in particular for a long moment before remembering that it's recording, and he flashes a sloppy grin.]
Crazy wild party at Bonnnnn-tennnnnnnn Farm. No. Kaaaa-taaa-ko farm now. Ha.
[Give him another second to remember to actually cut the feed. Surely nobody in their right mind is going to show up, right? ...Right? There isn't a crazy party, only sad loneliness and a drunk, moody teenager.]
action/text
Aug. 27th, 2018 08:32 pmcosmo_callWho: aoba and you, everyone's favourite children's tv show~
What: general settling in catch all.
When: augustish. you may think i've been in the game a month and done nothing but you'd be wrong, i was merely biding my time... watching... waiting... (i was being a flake, but shh)
Where: all over town!
Warnings: none, but aoba's got a permissions post here if you wanna check up on what he's capable of and opt out as required!
( prompts! )
001 ACTION - INTRO AND SUCH
Aug. 23rd, 2018 12:07 amtheirondragonWho; The Iron Bull & YOU!
What; A 7 and a half foot, muscle-bound giant who somehow still seems to look a little fluffy (he likes to eat, okay) walks into yourbar farming town
When; Mid-week, mid-day - Saturday Night (that Saloon prompt)
Where; The Bus stop, exploring the town, the saloon (because food and beer. Shit yeah)
Warnings; Uh, Bull's an unabashed flirt (if you call lude comments 'flirting') and he curses a lot, but otherwise? Nah. Maybe some discussion of ~emotions~ in thread, but nothing of a sensitive nature. If that changes, I'll update.
ARRIVAL - MID-DAY WEDNESDAY
[Even though the Bull had been prepared for the carriage he'd been traveling in to transform into a "bus" at some point, waking up on one of the cramped things that were in no way made for a guy as big as him and getting shuffled off into some of the most pristine hillside he'd seen in a while was still freaky as hell. He didn't have a problem finding the welcome package. He tried and was relatively successful at shrugging off the freaky recorded message, tucked the gold and the "jpad" into his hip back (which was about the size of a human's backpack), and slung a massive battleaxe into the harness strapped to his back before he unfolded the map that was left to him.
At 7 and a half feet with massive horns and enormous shoulders, the Qunari cast a pretty impressive shadow. If somebody does wander by, though, he'll flash them a jovial smile. He's a nice guy.
He's just big.
Really really big.]
SALOON - SATURDAY NIGHT
[It had actually been a pretty damned productive and theraputic few days. He'd tilled his field, cleared tons of wood and debris, he'd stopped in at the saloon for meals at night. It was...good. Simple. He got up at dawn, he watered his crops and cleared invasive plants, he picked another area of the map to explore, he stopped for dinner at Gus' Saloon, and he went home to bed. Rinse and repeat. It was just the sort of routine the Qunari needed after being named Tal-Vashoth.
Tonight, though, he decided it was time to actually spend time at this bar, try Gus' beer, see if he could talk somebody into playing a game of darts with him or...whatever those other games were over in the corner. He was feeling social, and in much better spirits than he'd been in a while.
He's hard to miss in any of the locations, and stands out the saloon as well, with his massive frame and brought shouldersand horns, and if it's not that, its his boisterous laugh at someone's joke...or his own. You know, he's self-sufficient like that. Throughout the night, he'll be asking people if they want to play a game or two, maybe teach him how to play pool...he's a people person, so whatever scratches your itch.]
WILDCARD
[OOC: Bull will be systematically exploring the town over the next several days to get a lay of the land, and he can be encountered literally wherever you'd like to encounter him! Go ahead and start something, or we can talk something out on plurk, just shoot me a message![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
vikael]
What; A 7 and a half foot, muscle-bound giant who somehow still seems to look a little fluffy (he likes to eat, okay) walks into your
When; Mid-week, mid-day - Saturday Night (that Saloon prompt)
Where; The Bus stop, exploring the town, the saloon (because food and beer. Shit yeah)
Warnings; Uh, Bull's an unabashed flirt (if you call lude comments 'flirting') and he curses a lot, but otherwise? Nah. Maybe some discussion of ~emotions~ in thread, but nothing of a sensitive nature. If that changes, I'll update.
ARRIVAL - MID-DAY WEDNESDAY
[Even though the Bull had been prepared for the carriage he'd been traveling in to transform into a "bus" at some point, waking up on one of the cramped things that were in no way made for a guy as big as him and getting shuffled off into some of the most pristine hillside he'd seen in a while was still freaky as hell. He didn't have a problem finding the welcome package. He tried and was relatively successful at shrugging off the freaky recorded message, tucked the gold and the "jpad" into his hip back (which was about the size of a human's backpack), and slung a massive battleaxe into the harness strapped to his back before he unfolded the map that was left to him.
At 7 and a half feet with massive horns and enormous shoulders, the Qunari cast a pretty impressive shadow. If somebody does wander by, though, he'll flash them a jovial smile. He's a nice guy.
He's just big.
Really really big.]
SALOON - SATURDAY NIGHT
[It had actually been a pretty damned productive and theraputic few days. He'd tilled his field, cleared tons of wood and debris, he'd stopped in at the saloon for meals at night. It was...good. Simple. He got up at dawn, he watered his crops and cleared invasive plants, he picked another area of the map to explore, he stopped for dinner at Gus' Saloon, and he went home to bed. Rinse and repeat. It was just the sort of routine the Qunari needed after being named Tal-Vashoth.
Tonight, though, he decided it was time to actually spend time at this bar, try Gus' beer, see if he could talk somebody into playing a game of darts with him or...whatever those other games were over in the corner. He was feeling social, and in much better spirits than he'd been in a while.
He's hard to miss in any of the locations, and stands out the saloon as well, with his massive frame and brought shoulders
WILDCARD
[OOC: Bull will be systematically exploring the town over the next several days to get a lay of the land, and he can be encountered literally wherever you'd like to encounter him! Go ahead and start something, or we can talk something out on plurk, just shoot me a message
MINGLE: BEACH DAY BABAY
Aug. 21st, 2018 09:11 pmpowerhittouWho: You, and you!
What: Exactly what it says on the tin.
When: Sometime mid-August.
Where: Down on the BEACH.
Warnings: Uh... Mark your threads if they get a little too wet and wild, I guess?
You didn't think summer would go by without at least one day for fun in the sun, did you? Of course, with how close Pelican Town is to the beautiful clear waters of the ocean, hopefully some people went more than just the once.
There's no particular event going on today, but for some reason everyone seems to be swinging by around the same time. A convenient contrivance? The work of a mysterious stranger parading through the streets and bellowing about summerbecause he didn't learn from being arrested the first time? Who can say?
Anyway, it's the beach. You know what to do. Go fish off the piers, sunbathe, make sand castles, collect shells, get swept away by the undertow and never seen again, play volleyball, go nuts. Just look out for jellyfish.
What: Exactly what it says on the tin.
When: Sometime mid-August.
Where: Down on the BEACH.
Warnings: Uh... Mark your threads if they get a little too wet and wild, I guess?
You didn't think summer would go by without at least one day for fun in the sun, did you? Of course, with how close Pelican Town is to the beautiful clear waters of the ocean, hopefully some people went more than just the once.
There's no particular event going on today, but for some reason everyone seems to be swinging by around the same time. A convenient contrivance? The work of a mysterious stranger parading through the streets and bellowing about summer
Anyway, it's the beach. You know what to do. Go fish off the piers, sunbathe, make sand castles, collect shells, get swept away by the undertow and never seen again, play volleyball, go nuts. Just look out for jellyfish.
this is going to go great
Aug. 21st, 2018 03:38 pmoscurecerWho: Sombra and Mark Beaks, maybe others
What: The determining of terms to their little agreementNot a date no matter what he says
Where: Seagull Village? Wherever there's a bar. In public.Wow.
When: Sometime after this, in the evening.
You're free to crash if you know either of them, but main log will pertain to their business.
( Read more... )
What: The determining of terms to their little agreement
Where: Seagull Village? Wherever there's a bar. In public.
When: Sometime after this, in the evening.
You're free to crash if you know either of them, but main log will pertain to their business.
( Read more... )
its_dad_sanzo[ Heeeere's Koumyou! The man's smiling oh-so serenely at the camera as his shiny new jpad starts broadcasting. ]
Out of curiosity... how many of us are in the 'dead back home' club?
[ Surely there are others? ]
Out of curiosity... how many of us are in the 'dead back home' club?
[ Surely there are others? ]
[action/log/thing] first day here
Aug. 15th, 2018 05:57 pmdeathwishedWho: First scenario is Ray and Zack only, but the second is Ray and whoever runs across her!
What: Ray arrives at an odd hour, gets brought home, and then does some exploring. Also, one of the buses has lost part of its roof. Whoops.
[1. Arriving]
[The town is asleep when this bus screeches to a stop a few feet away from the actual bus stop. Yes, screeches, and it's clear why at a glance: there's a hole in the roof, as if something crashed through with great force.
The agitated driver exits, carrying what looks like a silvery package. Once they put it down though, it's obvious that it's not a package - just a small, worryingly pale girl with pale blonde hair and a white coat. The driver looks even more agitated as they shout concerns at the tiny thing.
People are not around to see how the girl doesn't react, nor how it unnerves the driver so badly they climb back into the bus and make a U-turn without even looking for anyone at the stop.
Rachel just stands there, like a tiny, discarded doll, and nobody is there. Nobody decent, anyway.
So that, of course, means...]
[2. Exploring]
[Decent people will probably run into Ray wandering around town, not much worse for wear despite her weird arrival. She's mostly on the edges of town, in the less populated areas. The woods, for instance, or the edges of other farms. She might be near the stores and whatnot, but not often.
For such a tiny teenager, her eyes are surprisingly dead-looking. There's no emotion on her face, and it's probably a little unnerving to see!
Maybe it's for the best that she shies away from the more populated areas. She's only trying to familiarize herself with the layout, after all; she's not actively trying to spook people by wandering around and being herself in their midst.]
What: Ray arrives at an odd hour, gets brought home, and then does some exploring. Also, one of the buses has lost part of its roof. Whoops.
[1. Arriving]
[The town is asleep when this bus screeches to a stop a few feet away from the actual bus stop. Yes, screeches, and it's clear why at a glance: there's a hole in the roof, as if something crashed through with great force.
The agitated driver exits, carrying what looks like a silvery package. Once they put it down though, it's obvious that it's not a package - just a small, worryingly pale girl with pale blonde hair and a white coat. The driver looks even more agitated as they shout concerns at the tiny thing.
People are not around to see how the girl doesn't react, nor how it unnerves the driver so badly they climb back into the bus and make a U-turn without even looking for anyone at the stop.
Rachel just stands there, like a tiny, discarded doll, and nobody is there. Nobody decent, anyway.
So that, of course, means...]
[2. Exploring]
[Decent people will probably run into Ray wandering around town, not much worse for wear despite her weird arrival. She's mostly on the edges of town, in the less populated areas. The woods, for instance, or the edges of other farms. She might be near the stores and whatnot, but not often.
For such a tiny teenager, her eyes are surprisingly dead-looking. There's no emotion on her face, and it's probably a little unnerving to see!
Maybe it's for the best that she shies away from the more populated areas. She's only trying to familiarize herself with the layout, after all; she's not actively trying to spook people by wandering around and being herself in their midst.]
How a Writer Kills Time and Makes Money
Aug. 14th, 2018 09:51 pmstandingonmyneck[Your character might've stopped by at a local coffee shop/bakery at some point during the day or evening hours. This particular coffee shop started showing an ad on the door just today:
Dark Coffee with Melody Powers, a series of readings by DM (SUN AT 7PM)
So hey, you happened to have walked in. Congrats. So you'd find a small woman on a stage. She would be sitting on a stool with a small glass of water, and a little microphone.
Every night, she had a new story to tell. All centered around one woman, one agent, on many quests.
She had a new story every night, but she was new. Tonight was her first night. She's done this before, she's had her original stories shared a number of times. But now...hey, she was doing something with it she guessed.
Ahem. So with the lights dimmed, she began. Reading the notebook in front of her, here we went.]
We all have long lives ahead of us. Or so we all always hope. Melody Powers woke up every day wondering where her own life was leading her. As soon as she thought such things, she shook them away. She knew she could step one foot forward, and it all would be over. Every step she took was a risk, that was the life she knew she had come to lead. Each passing step could lead herself closer to a wall of knives. Soon enough, she thought, she was going to hit face first into that wall.
Melody would have no one to blame but herself. She knew that.
It came to a point in which she almost expected a call from HQ daily. With each new risky day, a new body was surely needing a proper disposal.
[She continued like this for a good half an hour, seeming like she was reading a few chapters of an ongoing work. She would stop tonight when Melody Powers was about to come face to face with an assassin, someone who had been hunting her. It cut short right when it seemed like the assassin was about to have the upper hand.
Until next week.
For now, she would retreat and actually order a coffee, even at night. But she was free, she supposed. She did do a social thing so her social batteries were going to have to deal with it.]
So hey, you happened to have walked in. Congrats. So you'd find a small woman on a stage. She would be sitting on a stool with a small glass of water, and a little microphone.
Every night, she had a new story to tell. All centered around one woman, one agent, on many quests.
She had a new story every night, but she was new. Tonight was her first night. She's done this before, she's had her original stories shared a number of times. But now...hey, she was doing something with it she guessed.
Ahem. So with the lights dimmed, she began. Reading the notebook in front of her, here we went.]
We all have long lives ahead of us. Or so we all always hope. Melody Powers woke up every day wondering where her own life was leading her. As soon as she thought such things, she shook them away. She knew she could step one foot forward, and it all would be over. Every step she took was a risk, that was the life she knew she had come to lead. Each passing step could lead herself closer to a wall of knives. Soon enough, she thought, she was going to hit face first into that wall.
Melody would have no one to blame but herself. She knew that.
It came to a point in which she almost expected a call from HQ daily. With each new risky day, a new body was surely needing a proper disposal.
[She continued like this for a good half an hour, seeming like she was reading a few chapters of an ongoing work. She would stop tonight when Melody Powers was about to come face to face with an assassin, someone who had been hunting her. It cut short right when it seemed like the assassin was about to have the upper hand.
Until next week.
For now, she would retreat and actually order a coffee, even at night. But she was free, she supposed. She did do a social thing so her social batteries were going to have to deal with it.]
[ action | closed ] arrival
Aug. 13th, 2018 09:06 pmblack_black_heartWho: Tannusen and Cassian Lynch
What: Both their first scene on the game -- arrival... probably cute shit because they're cute shits.
It hadn't been the shortest bus ride Tannusen had ever been on, but also strangely not the longest. Certainly it had been the most comfortable, as this was the first time he'd gone on a long trip like this with Cassian sitting beside him. At some point, he'd draped an arm over the priest's shoulders and then dozed off.
Arrival meant bumpy slowing and then a great heave and thump to a halt, airbrakes hissing, and that was plenty to wake the tiger up. Squinting blearily out the window over Cassian's head, he gave the human a little shake if he seemed to need it.
"...Looks like we're here."
What: Both their first scene on the game -- arrival... probably cute shit because they're cute shits.
It hadn't been the shortest bus ride Tannusen had ever been on, but also strangely not the longest. Certainly it had been the most comfortable, as this was the first time he'd gone on a long trip like this with Cassian sitting beside him. At some point, he'd draped an arm over the priest's shoulders and then dozed off.
Arrival meant bumpy slowing and then a great heave and thump to a halt, airbrakes hissing, and that was plenty to wake the tiger up. Squinting blearily out the window over Cassian's head, he gave the human a little shake if he seemed to need it.
"...Looks like we're here."