DruSM157

Has "Casual" become the new "Advanced"?

I feel called out by this topic D:

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

Good morning from Radio Everbrook. Hope you cool kids have a good Tuesday!

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

good luck with that

@Inkarnate

I am become Inkarnate, GM of Worlds

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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@Kuro

You don't have time to shitpost, you have a post to respond to! Chop chop!

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

A foot you say?

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Whoops! I'd had this thing near-finished yesterday and forgot to post it. Sorry if the writing sample appears a smidge short, I am capable of writing long-form. I just wanted to give more of a scene describing my style more than my length. So yep, with all these magic folk I decided for a science-guy, sans Bill Nye-itude, and a more unhealthy obsession with the strange, paranormal and creepy-itude.

Daniel Collins

Name:
Daniel Collins

Age:
27

Appearance:
Daniel Collins does not look like he should be investigating anything. He's thin, with a pasty complexion and a haphazard beard that in inconsistently trimmed. His light brown hair has begun to thin, apparent by his natural widow's peak. He simply "styles" his hair with a touch of gel to keep it parted upwards, without any care how it looks. His nose is pronounced and is probably one of the few memorable features he sports. He usually keeps gaudy double-bridged glasses on.

His clothes tend to be threadbare, clean but in dire need of replacement. His usual attire is simple: a worn black t-shirt, blue jeans, his lucky socks (which have a multitude of holes in them), and worn grey sneakers. When the temperature requires a jacket, he sports a faded black zip-up hoodie.

The only accessory he carries (apart from his inventions) is a worn leather messenger bag with the initials A.N.C. printed over the metal clasp.

Concept:
Inventor and obsessor of the strange and paranormal, with only a tangential connection to the other side. He supplements this by his haphazard inventions, which occasionally work in helping to monitor things beyond his mortal comprehension.

Powers/skills:
Smarts:Daniel possesses a keen intellect buttressed by almost insane creativity. He holds multiple degrees in engineering and design, though he spends all of that brainpower in creating inventions made mostly of junk. The redeeming quality of the junk is that it works, for the most part, unless something shorts, breaks or snaps in the process of investigation.

Journaler: Alongside his inventions, Daniel keeps journals of his findings and any interesting encounters he is involved with. Daniel has multiple spiral-bound notebooks and leather journals with his findings, dating back to his childhood spent with his family as they worked in the Australian brush. Any time Daniel has a chance to gain new information on anything paranormal, be they cryptics, monsters, spirits or demons, he is quick to jot down the information for later. He also has a talent for sketching and has various sketches of cryptids he claims to have seen.

Spiritually Unnattuned: Daniel's connection with the otherworld is tenuous at best. While awake, his senses to the other side are extremely dull. Where even a normal person would feel a chill or have their hair raise in the presence of something unnatural, Daniel feels nothing. The only time he is connected at all is when he is asleep, experiencing some connection to the Dreamtime, a spiritual plane believed in by Australian indigenous peoples.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably won't):
To successfully investigate and explore the aspects of the paranormal world with concrete evidence, including the existence of multiple cryptids, paranormal creatures, ghosts, and extra-planar creatures. Then to become the de facto authority on the study of said creatures.

Things You as a Write Wants to Happen (Maybe will):
To see Daniel undergo trials as a character. I want to see shit blow up in his hands, force him to come to terms that he is extremely out of his element, and have him step up and still face trials beyond him. To be creative is extremely dangerous situations and allow his inventiveness not to be a deus ex machina that is common with "inventors" but instead be something that helps the entire team.

Writing Sample? -

Writing Sample

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The world was extremely blurry as Daniel groped around for his glasses. Between the sudden wake-up call from the old 1990's clock he'd rebuilt and rewired and the fact that he'd only gone to sleep forty-five minutes ago was enough to have his internal systems screaming at him. Any normal person would be full of piss and vinegar being forced to awaken with such a start. But for Daniel, this means it was another chance to chat more observations. He found his glasses on the floor, and quickly unfolded them, placed them over his face, and then just as quickly removed them. He vigorously wiped the mucus from his eyes, replaced the glasses, and stumbled forward to an old Amiga monitor, hooked up to various open cases with countless wires flowing in and out of them.

He was the Victor Frankenstein of junk, and his monstrosities would help him change the world. He typed in a few lines of DOS, before a graphic interface popped onto the screen, showcasing various numbers. "Let's see," he muttered to himself, his eyes nearly crossing as he scanned the data. The specimen's temperature remained static throughout the tests, it had barely moved and no recordable sounds were coming from the container.

But it did move.

He ran across the concrete floor of the garage that acted as both a laboratory, a bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom and stopped at a small plastic jar. Inside was a thick, viscous liquid, with a hastily scribbled label that read: Skunk Ape Mucus. Just as the name implied, it had been pungent when he'd scrapped the small amount into the jar last week in the Florida Panhandle. He took out a thick marker and drew a solid black line around the bottom rim of the clear plastic container. If it moved now, he'd be able to record where and how far.

He turned quickly, gripping a thin spiral-bound notebook, flipping pages until he found the entry, and began writing frantically, muttering to himself as he scribbled. "Skunk-Ape mucus possibly trying to return to origin body..." Another thought entered his brain, and he quickly dashed over to a plastic table with various pieces of junk on them. He quickly found what he was looking for, and grabbed it. In his hands was a gray, blocky 1989 Nintendo Gameboy handheld gaming system-or, at least, it once was. Now it had various wires coming in and out of it, as well as a thick incandescent light bulb extending from the top of the device.

He turned the device on, and the light bulb began to grow dim. He began walking towards the mucus, and the bulb grew in power, flickering as he scanned over the container with the bulb like a wand. "Fascinating..." he mumbled to himself, turning the device off and gingerly placing it on top of another surface. "Could the mucus contain trace amounts of ectoplasm?" Was the skunk ape even a living cryptid, or was it something otherworldly?

He'd need to get his gear together and borrow some more money to fill up the van. He had a ghostly primate to hunt in the Florida panhandle.

You Can Become a Hero!

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, Near Dorms. April 7th

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Shuun-san.

It was almost sing-songy in how she said it, which made his face flush as he bowed, gave her a farewell, and made his way towards his dorm. When he finally found his room, he noticed that there were in fact, two beds. There was no sign of the other student, only an assortment of Gunpla set up around the other side of the room. Shun decided not to start off with a negative meeting, and so he simply began unpacking his things around the room. After about twenty minutes, he sighed with accomplishment. The pineapple was stored safely, his clothes were put up and a small framed picture of his family sat on his desk. A little slice of home.

The sudden rumble in his stomach made him aware that he was quite hungry. He'd gotten up very early and he'd skipped breakfast to get the pineapple. He checked his pockets for any extra money his grandmother had given him for his trip: only twenty thousand yen left. He needed to save it.

He sat back on his bed, sighing. "I'd kill for some barbeque..." he muttered.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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Everbrook Public Library
Entrance, May 28th 2020.

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Two things surprised Will as he entered the library: the first was there were a lot of people his age coming to the library at the end of the month. Probably to return books or check out a DVD to watch, nothing too strange. What was weird to him that apart from Jenny Emerson, the Mayor's youngest daughter who interned at the library, the place seemed devoid of anyone else. Jenny was busy with her left arm cradling her cheek as she listlessly watched a Netflix show on her laptop. Will wondered if he could just walk off with half the furniture before the girl noticed anything.

Still, messing with a stuck-up senior like her wasn't something Will did. Not that he did much of anything. He barely had any friends besides Kim Wilson and Barry Wang, and they only really talked in school. This was how it had always been, and how he expected it to always continue. It was why he needed to get out of this fucking town, away from his parent's constant arguing, away from the small-town small-mindedness, and away from the memory of Sarah, constantly following him around like a creepy reminder that the dead never come back.

The library was stuffy, like always. Poor ventilation even after the huge refurbishment 15 years ago meant that the less-open areas like the book stacks were stifling at times in the summer. At least today's high temperature was going to be 72 degrees Fahrenheit, a nice comfortable temperature. Meaning that with any luck, the stacks would only get up to around 80. Not that Will needed to spend too much time walking around the stacks, he already knew where he was going: Mystery and Horror.

The section was deeper in the stacks, as the Young Adult Fiction and Romance sections were the most well-traveled. There was always a demand for The Hunger Games or Fifty Shades of Gray from bored students to sex-deprived housewives. The DVD section was also near the front; showcasing a lackluster mix of classic films and the previous year's blockbusters. Most of the popular stuff, the Marvel movies, action flicks, and your teen romances, they'd get rented out in a flash and you'd never get a chance to borrow a copy. The only good DVD in Will's opinion was the Masters of Horror collection, something that he and his sister had watched when he was still quite young.

The horror section wasn't even on the first floor of the library and instead was on the lower level of the stacks, in the basement. This was always nice since it was a good five degrees colder in the basement year-round, meaning that you never sweated your ass off searching for a good copy of Poe or Lovecraft. The basement was one of the few sections of the library that had been spared in the extreme refurbishment of 2005. The stone walls were original to the old courthouse, and there was always an air of tension down there that the first floor lacked. Will walked to the door leading to the library's staircase, to find that it wouldn't budge. He didn't see a key to lock the door either. Was something wedged in the door to keep it from opening?

There was still the elevator. The librarians loaded their book carts onto the elevator to move between floors; the children's library on the second floor, the main floor, and the basement. Even though it was reserved for staff, Will felt that if a door was jammed, that constituted enough need to try it. Plus talking to Jenny Emerson was like having your teeth pulled for as many "likes" as she added to every sentence she spoke. He'd rather do things alone.

He walked around to the other side of the first floor, as more people his age filed in. He recognized some; he'd seen them at school or shared a class with them. There was the rich girl, Abbie Prescott. He'd never really spoken to her, even if they'd had classes together. He recognized another girl. Her name was something to do with a gem. Emerald? Diamond? Ruby? Something like that. The gem girl was talking to another one of the school's rich kids. Astrid something or another. Family-owned most of the local fisheries on the coast. There was that redhead girl from Canada, talking to Danny, the football guy. Will had never really had any run-ins with the football team, and Danny seemed nice enough. But it wasn't like he'd had a huge amount of trust for anyone around town. Another underclassman had also walked in. He didn't know her name but the fact that anyone of mixed heritage stuck out like a sore thumb in the mostly-white city was enough to make her memorable.

There was the British underclassman. She'd gotten a lot of attention for her accent. And probably a lot of annoying comments about sounding like she belonged in the Harry Potter movies. He'd recognized nearly everyone at the library, either on their way in or being inside now. They all went to the same school after all. But he didn't recognize one person, the blonde girl holding a pair of rollerblades.Who the hell rollerblades anymore? Was she new? Did she just arrive? It made his theory of being trapped in town feel a little less weighty. He noticed another familiar figure making their way towards the doorway as well: Walter Dawson. He'd never talked to the guy, but he knew him all the same. Fifth-year senior, class clown. It seemed nice enough.

Still, this was no time for talking, especially not to people he knew. He felt a well of anxiety build as teenagers his age were all here. That voice in the back of his head, reminding him that he was weird and had a dead sister and was probably seen as a creep echoed around in the chamber of his mind, and he quickly made his way to the elevator. He pressed the button, but it didn't light up. No sound, no nothing. "Seriously?" He muttered to himself. Was everything out of order or broken in this damn library? He steeled himself because NOW he had to talk to the Emerson girl about getting into the basement.

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Background Music

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Walking back into the front of the library, everything felt colder. It was like the air conditioning was on full blast and then some. He shivered slightly, looking around the room, before musing out-loud, "Did it just get really cold in here?"

Jenny Emerson couldn't hear anything and didn't seem bothered by the air. It was what followed that made him jump, and made the hairs on his arms stand up. A loud slam came from the back of the library, and the loud creaking sound of a door opening up. The cold air was starting to get a bit stifling now.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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Odd, it works alright on my end:



Does it appear broken to anyone else?

@Fever Dream

Yup. You’re using the temporary image instead of the direct link to it. You can see it because it’s saved like a cookie to your browser but we can’t see it

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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tbh my character isnt even a senior and sinead's character is out of high school

so idk if this idea works

you might do better with a town festival that is like a prom lol

@Inkarnate

Walter was a super senior and therefore was able to attend prom even if he's "graduated"

Prom is for Juniors and Seniors

Freshman and Sophmore have to go with a junior/senior to get in

I know this because I went to prom three times (suck it older sisters who were way more popular than me and had better proms)