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"Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police."
11 yrs ago
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"Gee Sam, this seems like the kinda case that requires the gentle, safe-cracking touch of the sociopathic, sausage-fingered freelance police."
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11 yrs ago
Blue in Dallas
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Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave. The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison. A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy. OctoP.I. sighed, deeply. “Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.”
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.) If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
Establishing things beforehand is all well and good for some instances, but making it a persistent theme just removes the point of characterization. Why would we need to roleplay a developing friendship/rivalry if it was already established thoroughly in the past?
Besides, it produces problems for the roleplayers themselves: If these two characters knew each other beforehand, then that means they should know personal things about one another that the roleplayers couldn't possibly, leading to just genuinely confusing and unrealistic portrayals.
I have my own methods of roping the new characters in, don't you worry. There's no point forcing tensions when we can build them ourselves, we're writing a roleplay not a book, y'know?
Alright, all seems to check out. I think, considering she's a medic, I can also pretty easily introduce her into the next mission. Approved, as is our new Omega.
Blandman still exists, I'm tracking him through the mountainous forests of Ecuador as we speak. They called me mad, but I'll show them! I'll show them all!
BerryBuns said
Are you still accepting new characters? I don't want to hold anybody up, but this really looks awesome.
Depends on how quickly you think you can knock up a good character sheet. I'm hoping to get the IC up either tomorrow or the day after, at this rate: So if you can write me a good CS in two days, then you'll be the last I allow in. Best'a luck!
When Zordon has finished her CS, I'll be giving our members who haven't yet uploaded theirs a nudge and starting on the IC the same day. So it's the members of this OOC that decide, in a way.
[i]Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave.
The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that.
But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison.
A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy.
OctoP.I. sighed, deeply.
“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.” [/i]
Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)
If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><span class="bb-i">Rain pattered dismally against the office’s windows, made liquid brass by the faint glow of the streetlamps below, and streaked against the glass like tears. Once, the words “Jennofski & Jennofski” had been painted in gold across these jalouises… but now there was only an outline, a ghost that had lingered, long past its time, when the acid rain had taken the rest to its grave. <br>The Octo P.I. could sympathise with that. <br><br>But as long as he remained, those names would never be forgotten. Not in this, the office that had been his home, his sanctuary, and his prison. <br>A perfectly preserved memory, kept sealed within the bell jar of personal tragedy. <br>OctoP.I. sighed, deeply. <br>“Of all the octopode's profiles in all the world… you had to read mine.” </span><br><br>Hi all, Jenno here! Or Captain. I'm your resident blues harpist, and part time octopode! (But let's keep that between you and me, eh? Nobody suspects a thing.)<br>If you want to know anything just drop me a line via DMs and I'll get right back to you!</div>