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So are there actually riots? Or just ZOMBIES?
Cath
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Need two more people for our Fantasy + Sci-fi roleplay - we have angry burning trees!
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You've got red on you
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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.
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.
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So are there actually riots? Or just ZOMBIES?
I'm going to miss Blighty :(
Posting now! <3
Posted! Reply real quick and i promise i'll post back before going to Greece. <3
Freyr grinned impishly when Indy felt her gun with both his hands. Biting her lip mock-seductively she whispered in his ear "is that a gun in my pants or am i just pleased to see you?" It dawned on her just how ridiculous this whole affair seemed. Yesterday she had been trying to sell a lovely Greek revival house to a lovely couple who drove a lovely car. Barely twelve hours later and she'd just seen someone hit over the head with a vase that clearly needed to be restrained in a psychiatric ward. Freyr looked out at Atlanta, it seemed quieter than normal. The pure darkness that permeated the watchful blocks of flats was unsettling and Freyr would have given anything to hear another fire engine zooming to put out a house fire.
The family approached them at the breakfast island. The two children had stopped crying and were putting on a brave face, the parents looked shell-shocked but stable. Freyr peeled away from Indy and met them. "I'm sorry about what happened. What're you going to do now?" Both the adults looked at each other before answering her. "We're going to continue what we planned. Head for Florida, my parents." The woman said courageously. Freyr nodded. "They said on the news it's some kind of virus, it drives people insane or something." The man said helpfully, motioning back towards the TV. Freyr didn't want to think about what it is; let the authorities deal with it. They were safe up here for a few days, while the food lasted.
There was a low and muffled noise far down below them and the lights flickered, went off before coming back on again. Freyr instinctively looked up at the ceiling as the family ushered themselves out, fleeing with their suitcases down the corridor. "What's up with the power?" She asked, looking at Indy as the lights flickered violently again. She looked to the muted TV. The anchorwoman who was looking very seriously into the camera blinked in and out of existence. Freyr was beginning to hear people in the nearby flats talking anxiously too.
The family approached them at the breakfast island. The two children had stopped crying and were putting on a brave face, the parents looked shell-shocked but stable. Freyr peeled away from Indy and met them. "I'm sorry about what happened. What're you going to do now?" Both the adults looked at each other before answering her. "We're going to continue what we planned. Head for Florida, my parents." The woman said courageously. Freyr nodded. "They said on the news it's some kind of virus, it drives people insane or something." The man said helpfully, motioning back towards the TV. Freyr didn't want to think about what it is; let the authorities deal with it. They were safe up here for a few days, while the food lasted.
There was a low and muffled noise far down below them and the lights flickered, went off before coming back on again. Freyr instinctively looked up at the ceiling as the family ushered themselves out, fleeing with their suitcases down the corridor. "What's up with the power?" She asked, looking at Indy as the lights flickered violently again. She looked to the muted TV. The anchorwoman who was looking very seriously into the camera blinked in and out of existence. Freyr was beginning to hear people in the nearby flats talking anxiously too.
I'm not the 1%! Everyone can do it if they work smart, not hard.
Go with your parents!
Zante! <3
Just so you have my schedule, that's 10th July til the 17th. Then i'm going to Turkey from 21st July to 4th August. Finally i'm going to Portugal on 24th August for a week. Then i'm back to action! :) I'll be posting in between those dates don't you worry.
Just so you have my schedule, that's 10th July til the 17th. Then i'm going to Turkey from 21st July to 4th August. Finally i'm going to Portugal on 24th August for a week. Then i'm back to action! :) I'll be posting in between those dates don't you worry.
Just relax, we're going to need to amputate that leg.
*motions at someone out of your line of sight*
Take deep breaths.
*chloroform*
I'm working on my post but do remember I'm on holiday in two days
*motions at someone out of your line of sight*
Take deep breaths.
*chloroform*
I'm working on my post but do remember I'm on holiday in two days
You men have it so much easier buying suits/workwear. D:
All suited and booted now, and trying to eject this poor family onto the street 
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