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4 yrs ago
Need two more people for our Fantasy + Sci-fi roleplay - we have angry burning trees!
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4 yrs ago
New interest check is live, check it outttt
4 yrs ago
If i could go back now, i wouldn't change a thing
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4 yrs ago
You've got red on you
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4 yrs ago
Its just me, you, a pile of Chinese food and a couple of f**k off spreadsheets.
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New roleplay: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the-eye-of-the-needle-where-fantasy-and-sci-fi-collide/ooc

Hey, I'm Catharyn! I joined the Roleplayer Guild on 2nd Feb 2011, then rejoined on the 17th Jan 2014 after Guildfall.

I was active every day until late 2015, accruing (i think) around 7k posts across dozens of roleplays. Then, I started working and had to gradually slow down my RP schedule. In 2017, I officially went on hiatus when other commitments got fully in the way of roleplaying.

This continued until the COVID-19 pandemic hit, when I suddenly realised I had a lot more free time in lockdown! So in mid-2020, I returned to the Guild with a vengeance. I also managed to get The Cradle 1x1 off the ground - a story i've had percolating for almost a decade.

My posting schedule has slowed down a bit now that the world has opened up again. I still love science fiction, fantasy and espionage themes, and generally aim for around 300 words per post.

Most Recent Posts

I love it when a roleplay as seasoned as this still garners interest from new people.
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I shit you not i actually do that thing with the shower now that i have a proper job, it's sooo refreshing!
Freyr gazed absently out of the plate glass window as the Elevator sped up to the twenty seventh floor. It granted a view of the University, the prison, the neighbourhoods of south Atlanta. Further beyond that was the sea and beyond that, the Caribbean. Freyr wished she was on the beach right now. Sell four houses a week like father had done and she’d be able to take trips to the bahamas every so often. He’d been right in the middle of mentoring Freyr about the subtle nuances of realty when he’d died of congestive heart failure. Freyr remembered the funeral, with all the crying and sobbed speech making, like it was yesterday. The door pinged open and she turned around into the plush carpeted corridor which led to their flat. A huge bay window on her right extended her view of Georgia as she walked. Flat 2704. Slotting her key into the lock she pushed her way in and inspected it as she always did.

The flat was airy and cool, the fans were working overtime. A jug from the fridge had found it’s way out onto the kitchen island and was now creating a little puddle on the polished granite. She walked a little way in and dropped her bag unceremoniously on the floor, her mouth opened to call Indy but just as she did so his hands hooked around her waist and her call turned into a little sigh/moan. Shimmying round so that they were facing, Freyr batted her eyelids at the tweed suit she hated before looking up at Indy and putting her lips fully and quite satisfyingly against his, arms around his neck. “Of course i did, and i know you missed me.” She said teasingly, wiggling out of his grasp and pouring herself a glass of water. “You’re back early, how was your new work?” She asked, heading over to the shower room as she said that. Noise travelled ridiculously far and they often made a joke of having conversations while in opposite sides of the flat.

Closing the door but not locking it, Freyr quickly stripped down and hopped in the shower, turning the water on full and freezing cold. Another of the supposedly 'strange' things about her daily routine. Hot water in the morning, cold water after work. It applied to everything: drinking water, shower water. You name it. Hot water kept her buzzing whereas cold water relaxed and unwound her. It was certainly hot enough outside to warrant it, sweat had gathered on her brow and under her arms.
ARGH LOGIC
bringing stuff like that up in conversation is what gets yo ass dumped <3

And i did notice! Was about to ring you back when a gap in traffic presented itself, need i be more specific?
That's also my impression of a GF taking an interest in her man!
Freyr had a hard time getting through to the hospital. She had the foresight to keep the reception’s number in her phone, although apparently to some that was a ‘weird’ thing to do. She waited five minutes on hold whilst crawling along the congested road to the flat, but she may as well have not bothered. The woman who picked up the phone seemed so overwhelmed by what was happening on the other side of the desk that Freyr may as well have been draining blood from a stone.

“Atlanta Medical Centre.”

“Hi there, i’ve been asked to come in for jabs…?”

“Yes, come in as soon as possible.” What sounded like a melee was audible in the background. It seemed like hundreds of people all shouting at once.

“Hold on, i didn’t say i wanted them yet. What are they for?”

“Just a precaution ma’am.”

“What are they protecting against? My mother studies pandemics, i know my stuff.” Freyr fibbed. Her mum did actually study dangerous diseases, but she had never taken any notice of her lectures until now. The receptionist started saying something but the line went dead, Freyr tried the number again but gave up when it went straight to voicemail. She went to call Indy but a gap opened up in the traffic and she sped aggressively into it, dropping her phone in her lap. Things outside seemed tense; there were people rushing into shops and others shouting at each other from opposite sides of the street. Slipping as covertly as she could through the lanes of traffic, Freyr sidled up to her destination. The sensor on the windscreen of her Rover made the wrought iron gates of their apartment building’s underground car park slide open noisily; Freyr wasted no time in disappearing inside.

The underground carpark was cool and, for now, empty of most cars. Halogen lighting strips on the ceiling bathed the concrete walls, floors and pillars in an eerie bluish light. Freyr found Indy’s Audi in it’s usual space right next to the elevator door. He must have kicked ass at that archaeological job thing he’d been talking about. Running her hand over the cold bodywork of Indy’s car, Freyr headed into the elevator and picked out their floor. Fourth from the top, floor 27. They'd got the three bedroom apartment for a snip at $490,000. Freyr put it down to the whole building being new. She couldn't wait to feel the wood under her bare feet after a stressful few hours.
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Back!
We make such a cute couple; posting now.
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