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    1. Hylozoist 8 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current Five days of awkward silence later, there's finally an ocean between us again.
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7 yrs ago
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, there's a few white fluffy clouds in the sky. I am closing the curtains and going back to bed.
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7 yrs ago
"What kind of solicitor doesn't have sweets on their desk?!"
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7 yrs ago
"His multiphasic torpedo will penetrate your rift / and cause a quantum singularity in your transwarp conduit!"
7 yrs ago
"You make a pretty good sheep."

Bio

I live somewhere in the wilds of East London with a couple of friends, a pet rat and a collection of RPG books that is slowly consuming our house. I've suggested possibly getting rid of some of them, but it's pretty much got to the point where the books are the only thing keeping the building upright and if I move any of them the whole thing could come crashing down.

In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged.

At the moment, I am currently running a game called Interplanetary Space Friends. It's a game about friends, in space, travelling between planets. It is not exactly a very serious game, and while I've scared off some of my players, I have a dedicated handful left who have stuck with the game. These folks are awesome, and if anyone says anything mean about them, I will defend their honour with a strongly worded message.

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@SleepingSilence - All My Yes/10. One of the first concerts I went to was a Less Than Jake gig (at my old university, eeek), and I think Teen Idols were one of the supporting bands, and it was great. All My Friends Are Metalheads is one of my favourite songs to bake to, even if it makes me feel rather old to remember that it came out in 1998. Bloody hell.

Just because I realised after hitting the post button that it might lead to some confusion, the voice on the end of the phone is the same one as the previous post. I've put his speech in a different colour just so it's a bit clearer, even though I neglected to do it in the first one (whoops).

Plus, that's a nice shade of blue.
"Zane Heron?"

The lively beat of music came to an abrupt halt, the chatter of conversation fell silent and, while there was still the occasional sound of a glass shattering, it was met not with laughter but polite, awkward coughing. Those who could not politely cough tried their best to simulate such a sound, or used one of the many small devices on the market that played recordings of various useful sounds for social situations. Somebody, far off in the background, began trying to propose a new toast, but was quickly shushed by another guest who was rather more aware of the mood.

"Well, that sly old dog, he's getting back into the party game, I mean, sure, permission to land granted. There's a clear spot on Pad 87, I'll light that one up, hold up,"

The Quest for Flavour was briefly put on hold. A brief snippet of the instrumental arrangement of the current national anthem of Ofromia, Ofromia, Oh, Ofromia quietly played. It was an uptempo sort of thing, played by some electronic instrument or other, that was designed to worm it's way into the ear of a listener, wrap itself around their brain and refuse to let go. A new anthem was selected every year, such that the anthem reflected modern tastes, and the Ofromia National Anthem Council made a tidy profit selling "Best Of Ofromian Anthems" compilation albums.

One of the landing pads just outside of the city-dome lit up, the number 87 having been neatly painted in the centre of it. There was a small buzz of activity going on around it, which could be seen even from this great height, though rather than people bringing things to the landing area, they seemed to be taking things away from it.

The hold music stopped just before the bass was to drop in Ofromia, Oh, Ofromia.

"Okay, I've pinged Mister Heron's tower, let them know you're here, he'll have one of his cats meet you at eighty seve- sexy cleaner bots?"

The people in the Traffic Control tower had tried, ever so hard, to resuscitate the party after it choked on the name of Zane Heron. Life had almost been breathed back into it, the wine was beginning to flow once more, and it looked like something could be salvaged. Then the radio operator said sexy cleaner robots, and the party died again.

Only to be reborn a scant few seconds later, rising like a brilliant phoenix to the sounds of uproarious laughter. The in-house band, because nearly every business in Ofromia hired the services of one, began to play a jaunty, bawdy improvised tune that would, in the future, be known as the "Sexy Cleaning Robot Neo-Rumba". Once the roar of laughter had died down to something a little more manageable, the radio operator took a deep breath, gave himself a serious look via his reflection in a nearby glass, and tried to carry on like nothing had happened.

"Anything else we can help you with today, Quest for Flavour?"
Quina Quen
Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Kingdom of Erion, Raganival Forest
Mentions: The Fairy Assault Force, Velvet (@Holy Soldier)
Word Count: 400


The terrible explosion, the sound of fighting, the thud-thud-thud of arrows crashing into the branches of the trees, none of this caused Quina to stop running. Things blowing up, people fighitng, and getting shot at were regular enough occurrences that they barely registered, but the lady that leaped down from her caused Quina to come crashing to a halt. Just as Velvet studied Quina, Quina studied her - she was, well, pretty, if potentially quite malnourished. By the time she'd started talking, Quina had already placed Velvet into the category of "Not Food".

"Kill them? Am distraction, but," Quina gripped the fork a little tighter, following Velvet's gaze towards the direction of the remaining enemies, who were surely hot on their heels, "it difficult, is Quina to fight? Maybe am lost. Maybe they are for fighting. And Quina know how to use fork and Quina not a to-"

Quina paused, and turned to give one last look over Velvet, trying to judge her intentions in all of this. Quina had little recollection of her being in the team to which she, or he, was assigned, but then Quina couldn't honestly recall quite what the person who had sent them out on this mission looked like. Having been separated from the chain of command for all of fifteen minutes, if that, Quina was a bit lost. The thin, pretty lady with the cascade of blonde hair was, probably, on their side of all this. She could be trusted, right?

It took quite a while for these thoughts to be processed, so that "one last look" took quite a while, and would probably have continued on indefinetly. Fortunately, a potential eternity of Quina staring blankly at Velvet was interrupted by some new thought, and Quina's face contorted to give a little smile.

"Quina show you. Quina will eat fairy."

And, with that, Quina charged head first in the direction that she had just been running from. It didn't matter whether or not she, or he, would take a few arrows on the way - what was important, right now, was dispelling the notion that Quina knew how to use a fork from a complete stranger who he, or she, had met in the woods a minute ago. Quina had absolutely no idea where the fairies were, but he (or she) would launch himself (or herself) with reckless abandon at the first of them he, or she, saw.
I'm kind of interested in this, having been rather recently introduced to it by a friend who was shocked I hadn't playd it, and then getting completely sucked in to it. I've not tried a "free" RP before, so I'm a bit worried that I won't be able to keep up if things start going crazy-fast, but I can cross/hide under/burn that bridge when I get to it.
those are good, same with How to Train your Dragon, a few shrek ones, Antz...


I'd somehow managed to not watch How To Train Your Dragon for ages, and then one of the friends I live with found out and made me watch it. And, dang, it's fun, and kind of lovely too. It ticks the "oh god that's weirdly adorable" box, and it's got dragons.

Anyway - sleep! I am going to sleep and am not making late night/early morning purchases of films on Amazon. Nope, nope, nope.
But then I kinda like most Dreamwork movies so yeah... (MOST, there are some major stinkers)


My admiration of the Kung Fu Panda films is one of my many not-so-secret shames.
Don't worry if the responsibilities of being a GM get too much for you at times.


Thanks! I've had an evening of quiet contemplation, swiss roll and pots of tea, and feel a bit better about things. I think I'd let my anxiousness get the better of me, and that started to bleed out into everything else, if that makes sense. Whereas, really, what I should be doing is taking the fact I've not scared off too many of you folks here and saying to myself "well, I can't be all that bad, right?", instead of going "I'm super nervous about some of my friends and now I ought to be nervous about everything".

...and it's quarter past midnight, I should get some sleep. As always, I will be about sporadically during the weekend. I hope everyone has a good weekend. Remember to drink tea!
There were many ways in which societies handled the difficulties that came with ships coming and going. Those of a more militaristic bent preferred to let some branch of their armed forces. Others opt to extend the scope (and, hopefully, the budget) of air traffic control systems, using advancing tracking systems and highly trained operators to prevent one ship from bumping into another during take-off and landing. Customs ships, police enforcers, little blinking lights that guided ships to where they needed to be, the particulars rarely mattered - what was important was a sense of professionalism. It inspired confidence and calm, which were both very important indeed.

On the other end of the phone, the sound of a party in full swing. The beat of lively music, the chatter of conversation, the clinking of glasses and the shouting of elaborate toasts to guests and hosts alike. Occasionally, there'd be the sound of glass shattering, and a roar of laughter.

"What-o, visitor," the voice strained to make itself heard over the general background sounds of good-natured merriment and light-hearted debauchery, "this is Ofromia Space Contro- not now, Stan, I'm working, oh, okay, pour me a half- Control, you dig? Just gotta handle the particulars. What's brought you crazy cats out this way?"
Sorry for the double post, but I need to get down on my knees and beg your forgiveness here - things are getting crazy hectic this week, and I am struggling a little to cope with pesky "real world responsibilities", let alone my far more interesting and entertaining online ones. I'm going to need a bit more time to put everything in order in the aforementioned real world before I can get our sharedimaginary world back in order.
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