Sure, Trinity'll drink a drink or two. :D
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STATUS: Passive aggressive? Who, me? No one messaged [i]me[/i], I just thought that might be a worthwhile message. 1 mo ago
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Passive aggressive? Who, me? No one messaged [i]me[/i], I just thought that might be a worthwhile message.
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Public Service Announcement: Roleplay is a hobby about writing, but further about writing together. This means that communication is critical. Be sure to express yourself politely to new acquaintances
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I should use the Elite: Dangerous autopilot to do more reading.
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Public Service Announcement: Please remember that this is a "give and take" hobby. We are here to write, read, and be read. All three parts are important. If you want to be read, then you should read.
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
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No, I'll find somebody with a domesticated fox (preferably white?) and get them to let me borrow it. I'll hold it up to Fox's face and let it lick her until she submits.
Trinity and Penny, Good cop Bad cop?
I'm gonna put Trinity on the Karn case, don't worry. I've got a plan to get things rolling, at least.
*plots to make Prince a human...female*
Nooo, just make him a catgirl. It'll be better. I promise.
I'll figure something out. A bad dream or two might not be a bad idea.
Hmm... I'll have to figure out some way to get Trinity to investigate harder.
Trinity kinda knows.
We're... are we doing things about this?
We're... are we doing things about this?
*waves a reed over fox* o wo
Private Durandal
Another private approached her, having herself a seat across from her and offering her water. Without much thought, Regan accepted the offer. She refrained from drinking as much as she wanted. She couldn't impose overmuch, it would be inconsiderate and possibly fuel for some of the more paranoid in the squad. "Thank you." She offered a weak smile to the other young woman as she left the APC. It quickly faded as her eyes were drawn to Private Brenna. She was being watched by this one. What terrifying hostility.
She tensed as she felt the blanket draped around her shoulders, turning sharply to be met with a friendly presence. She relaxed as she realized this man wanted to be kind, leaning back in her seat and drawing the blanket around her shoulders tighter. When he drew her attention to the water bottles, she was a little surprised she hadn't noticed them earlier. Fatigue wore at her... "Thank you. I abandoned my water, as well..." She plucked out a bottle and drank her fill. Running in her armor had been arduous, and having to keep such a fast pace had been doubly straining. She was thirsty. Though she took the ration bar, she took a moment of gazing at it to decide if she felt like eating. She was hungry, but...
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The squad leader approached her. It had been her assumption that she would be folded into the squad, at least for the time being. She wasn't injured, and she could still fight. "Yes sir." She didn't quite feel like mustering anything more enthusiastic.
When he produced the dog tags, letters, and journal, her eyes fixed on them. She accepted the items, tucking the dogtags away within her armor and laying the letters and diary in her lap. She'd have to read them later...
As the APC continued to roll on, she realized something. "Uh, sir? Where are we going?"
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