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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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Apologies about the delay in posting - my "free Sunday" is turning out to be significantly less free than I had hoped it would be.

Did I forget that one of my cousins was in the city? Yes. Did I forget that I told him it'd be a-okay to come over when we discussed it last month? Yes. Did I arrange for cosplay chums to come over? Yes. Am I now hiding away in the other room while two sides of my life that I'd happily kept separate weird each other out? Yes.
Reinforcements have arrived. Probably not the reinforcements anyone was hoping for, but reinforcements nevertheless.
Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Castle Exterior
Interactions: Velvet, Odin @Holy Soldier, Slayer @Lugubrious
Word Count: 374


As far as mounts go, there were worse choices than Quina that Velvet could have made, but not many. It wasn't the weight of the girl that slowed Quina down, nor his (or her) lack of speed, but Quina's endless capacity to be surprised, intrigued or curious about anything that resembled food. The forest provided plenty of opportunities to stop and smell the roses, and then eat them. No amount of cheek pulling, tongue tugging, kicks to the side or impassioned pleas to get on with things would speed Quina up. So the mount, and her (or his) rider, were late to the fight.

In the confusion of the fight, the fire and the smoke, Quina began searching for his (or her) team, and tried very hard indeed not to get in the way of the action until she'd found the rest of her team-mates. Quina's capacity to simply ignore things that didn't fit in with her (or his) view of the world proved useful, as rather than worrying about a man calling himself Oswald (who, Quina dimly remembered, she was supposed to be distracting, or something along those lines) or the raging fires, Quina focused on the sounds of voices, listening out for the sounds of particular voices over the din of battle. Finally, Quina heard it - the elegant, dramatic voice of Slayer, the last remaining member of Quina's team. It didn't really matter now what Velvet wanted, Quina was going to help their team, and so ran towards Slayer.

Then Quina saw him, and his opponent, and the way in which the former approached the latter. From Quina's perspective, it looked very much like Slayer needed help. Raising her fork towards the heavens, Quina waved it around in a way that looked less like the weird chef was trying to cast a spell, and more like a strange little dance that would, if successful, summon a very large pumpkin above the head of the equally large Odin. Perhaps it'd give Slayer an opening. Perhaps it'd somehow injure the giant. Either way, as far as Quina was concerned as she (or he) danced about a little ways behind Slayer, there'd be a pumpkin at the end of it all, and pumpkins are delicious.
I'll give that a try - I'm kind of hoping to find something that's just a plain text notepad with a tiny memory footprint. Tablet is almost five years old and has lived most of it's life in a kitchen, so it is really starting to show its age.

Edit: Google Docs is a little more stable. Just need to copy and paste relevant posts into it (so I can scroll up and check them without having to try and load up Chrome), should make this quite a bit easier.
I dunno a laptop that can handle constant flour splashes or something like that though.


Was thinking maybe a laptop aimed at children, someone must make sturdy ones for them.
@HylozoistI hope you plan on posting this time because if you fall behind, I feel that you will lose inspiration for the game.


I'll try - I've got Sunday basically free to sit down at my desk and write. I've been stuck on my tablet for the last week, which makes writing long posts and formatting them up properly a bit of a challenge (typing in batches of fifteen characters at a time, then having to wait as it freezes up for thirty seconds before helpfully telling me "Chrome is not responding. Do you want to close it?" is about as fun as it sounds).
Meanwhile, Kell's all like, "You know, Res, you should hang around the cockpit more often. I mean it, you match with my sandals."


Let me go and edit my role to be Ship's Cook and The Must Have Fashion Accessory Of The Decade.
So hows everyone doing? really dislike a few of the trolls on this forum. >.<


A little bit strung out by how busy this week has turned out to be, and debating the merits of replacing my (once trusty) ancient tablet and finding some sort of laptop that can handle living in a kitchen. What happened with the trolls?
What if he only takes one arm, one leg, and one eye from each crew member?


"In the name of all the gods, both above and below, what happened to you?"
"The cook found me. I woke up missing the left hand side of my body."
"Credit where credit is due though, the medical bay did a stellar job to keep you alive after that. How do you feel?"
"All right!"

I ought to get some sleep.
What's the replacement plan for when Res makes hot dogs out of half of the crew?


I think it depends on whether Res uses the top half, or the bottom half, of the crew. The replacement plan for the bottom half is fairly straightforward ("Robotic legs for everyone!"), as for the top half, we'll have to get creative.
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