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モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

@Aristo bump.

Cyaиide Suиs

@Xandrya Early to mid-afternoon. :)

Interested in a Vampire: the Masquerade RP

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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"Volunteer experience? Clubs at school?" Jules smiled but he could feel that it was bittersweet like sugared tea. On one hand he felt the warmth and compassion radiating from this person; hers was a smile which could heat the drab chrome walls of a cubicle on the forty-fifth floor. She sported that tiniest tinge in her features, revealing her desire to admire, to be admired, to succeed. Only the most talented saboteurs could artificially reproduce such hopeless sincerity, and a talented saboteur a fifteen year old girl very likely was not.

On the other, behind Jules' jealousy and his resentful realization that he could learn a thing or two from this girl's plucky smile and from the eagerness in her eyes the size of dinner plates, he harbored a desire to reach across the table and slap her, convinced that such an action would be to her benefit. He wanted to warn her that working here was not something she wanted; that she had only a few years of freedom until she signed her ankles and wrists over to the shackles in a lifelong binding contract. She would live and die here, damn it, if this could really be called "living" at all. Then, then! Then he needed to warn her that even if she passed this interview, she still had to win the position from more qualified, more charismatic applicants, with smiles which gleamed brighter and warmer and with posture straighter and with more experience and references and witty anecdotes; why should she ever bother, when she did not know what this company wanted in its slaves, or if she did, when she could not supply them with these traits?

In short, Ona's fear was well-founded; if she spotted anything sheisty about the little critter's story, its wide, glossy eyes and its thigh-baring skirt blinded Jules.

Astonishingly Handsome Man Seeks RP Partners, Has Grossly Exacting Standards, Doesn't Even Say "Hi" First

@The One HMU in PM's with whatever suggestions you've got.

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@TheMadAsshatter It's only an issue with me if it's an issue with the player. :) And as @SilverFallen just affirmed, it's not a problem for either of us.

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Concerning:

@TemplarKnight07@DepressedSoviet@Fyre Unholy

"Georg!" cried the barkeep. He'd rounded a corner or two and begun shouting at the kitchen staff back there. He was pleased nonetheless; when he got a hold of good, fresh produce, he made damn sure, to the best of his abilities, that that was the first thing he sold out of. Scraps had to be thrown away before they festered, and what did the mutant wood-pigs ever do to deserve such fine dining, anyway? What did he owe them? He'd feed these rindsrouladen to someone's pet dog first.

When he was done shouting he switched back to English, having returned to the bar with a heaving belly. "Anyway, where are you people headed after you're filled up?" He left the question aimed ambiguously at everyone and no one. Some of the men in this room were pure cowards, he knew; something out there spooked them and they hadn't left a small radius around the village since. They poked at the hills and forests trying to find their bravery lying in the mud, and then they ran back to the bar to get drunk and the old hamlet to sleep it off. He didn't judge them for that, but it meant no interesting stories, and certainly no new employees. He couldn't offer well-paying jobs to those people.

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@Xandrya@Hostile

"Take it easy, baby, easy! This isn't a holdup."

Marcel was true to his word; there really was honor among thieves. Or he at least found some value in his relationship with the courier, a reliable and trustworthy employee. He tried to make it clear that people who didn't fuck him didn't need to fear a fucking in reply. Either way, no one shot her, and once he waved them down, the French bulldogs appeared to relax around the outsider, despite her visible weaponry. When he sent her away, a fraction of the money she carried with her was hers, no questions asked.

Then again, when he sent her away, and she was out of earshot, then the highwayman evidently found his scoundrel side.

"Follow her," he murmured, as he watched her leave¹. "Not too close or she'll see you."

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@SilverFallen

Once is chance. Twice is coincidence. Third is enemy action.

Or so they say. Nonetheless, the air repeated itself in an ugly, mangled loop of noise; someone nearby, someone in the farmhouse, was snoring. It reverberated down a staircase and around a corner; yes, someone was inside, and if he was alone, his guard was down. Like the chain of a broken chainsaw, like its sputtering, smoke-choking engine. But why? This place couldn't possibly be a long-term settlement, a stronghold; the walls were thin and papery as a wasp's nest, sooner to fall to a light rainfall than a battering ram! So who was he? No; if she was a careful stalker, she had to assume the worst. So who were they?

Some kind of rovers, if they couldn't make permanent shelter of this place. Treasure hunters, burglars, scouts to a larger hunting party; the list of possibilities was long. To some it was frighteningly so.

Miscellaneous Mentions:

@TheMadAsshatter@Oxenfree

Footnotes

¹This godmod was performed with the player's consent.

Astonishingly Handsome Man Seeks RP Partners, Has Grossly Exacting Standards, Doesn't Even Say "Hi" First

New Dark Fantasy prompt is up.

@Gowi Are you interested in that time period in general, or in that particular setting too (ie. modern-day England and Wales)?

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

@ThatWeirdChick Dang, yours wait til you've gotten invested in the threads before bailing? Mine can't even afford me that.