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A Love That Shall Not Be Named

@Ace of flames01 Maybe the lazy butt is also a cute butt and what person doesn't love a cute butt

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Mariska Costas

Location: Faraday Heights; 28A
Interacting With: Mordred Hame (@Gisk), John Taylor (@Ghost Queen)

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If there was absolutely one thing Mariska missed, it was waking up to the newspaper right outside the front door. Sure, the newspaper was still holding on, not everyone was up on their electronic news feed and minute-by-minute updates that interns down at any half decent publication churn out in one hundred forty characters or less. But as the times went on it was more and more apparent that holding and perusing a physical newspaper was an outdated way to get information on the goings-on in the world. But Mariska, still an old soul deep down no matter what her continually updated performances said, was still one of the ones who saw the appeal in having a cup of water at the breakfast table, flipping through the headlines; her page turning and folding technique was goddamned amazing. Decades of practice will do that.

The thought of newspapers entered and lingered in her mind as she stirred awake at way too early an hour given how way too late it was when she finally was able to drift off to sleep. Mariska had fallen asleep in pretty much what she had come home wearing, sans the black trousers which were draped over the desk chair up against the far wall of her bedroom: a white button blouse, buttons undone, and a, frankly, unflattering pair of unmentionables. She was wiped the previous night and didn't have the time nor care to waste time swapping to proper sleep attire.

With a yawn, Mariska rose from her bed, gliding her left hand through the crop of hair atop her head. Her room, other than the pants not placed in the laundry bin, was quite immaculate and quite bare to boot. Other than a painting of Romans of the Decadence hanging above her bed - a real conversation starter, that one - and smaller, less noticeable pieces from artists long since out of their fifteen minute gallery showing, Mariska's room was rather unremarkable. But then, given the smallish nature, renovations and decoration options were limited.

The nymph made her way out of her room, grabbing her charged mobile on the way out, and into the main living area proper. On the couch was one of her mates, John, and Mariska wasn't quite sure if he had fallen asleep there intentionally or accidentally...but decided it really didn't matter none. She didn't spy Mordred, that being her second mate, but assumed him to either be asleep or doing whatever it was he did in the morning. Mariska didn't like to pry. They got along well enough, she'd count them as friends even, why ruin that with pointless peeks into private affairs.

Mariska opened the front door of their flat but sighed when there was no newspaper to greet her, just a crisp breeze that had her shutting the door rather quickly. "English winters..." a quick muttering as she retreated back inside, making her way to where the dishes and cups were stored. Her mug she filled with a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a sip of the cold refreshment before flipping through her mobile in lieu of a physical newspaper.

"There's the way to go, Fae, protest via inclement weather. Well done," Mariska spoke softly, scoffing at the actions of the Unseelie Court. To some, she would be counted among the Fae-kind, but that was a distinction she didn't like to think about; but she certainly wouldn't count herself among the Unseelie at any rate.

Her thumb flicked through the articles at a quickened pace, stopping when she saw a mentioning of a manifesto or whatever it was. "Mortal Fist? Sounds like a rubbish band name, yeah? Must think he's all clever. I bet he's never read the novel. Plebians." Mariska shook her head with a sigh. The headlines were not pleasant but...what else was new? Things would likely only get worse before they got better.

But so long as she had her mug of water...she could forget about the news...at least for a little while.

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@Ace of flames01 Not a whole lot actually.

-Gigi gave everyone in class a bag of baked goods
-Everyone entered the class room, people said their hellos and things of that nature
-Gigi took Beryl out in the hall to ask Beryl for math help
-Beryl thought it was something way different at first
-Darian came into the class room, sat in Alex's desk and covered it in snow because she's a rude person
-Darian then made a crude reference to her lady parts and Roza's past appreciation of said lady parts
-Melanie told Darian to cut that shit out
-Darian stood up and snickered before stealing Melanie's first kiss
-Melanie, being suddenly kissed, got pissed and was going to slap Darian so hard
-Roza intervened, grabbing Melanie's hand and holding Melanie back
-Alex stood up at this point and got involved in what was now a four way standoff
-Mrs. Castro, the home room teacher, came in and laid down the law by making Melanie and Alex the class reps and Darian and Roza the class rep assistants.
-Darian was having absolutely none of that and told the class and Mrs. Castro to fuck right off and left the class room.
-Gigi saw Darian leave and decided to go with Darian because the principal told her to help Darian be a better person.
-Darian assumed that 'go with' meant 'Gigi wants to have sex with me right now' and so took Gigi back to Darian's room.
-After a series of misunderstandings resulting in Darian getting annoyed, Gigi got angry and briefly made out with Darian - to Darian's great shock - before Gigi then passed out in the dorm hallway.
-Darian dragged a passed out Gigi back into the dorm room where the two now are

That's pretty much it

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

@ViolentViolet When the parents are away, the kids do play

B!tchfest: a healthy release for our non-roleplay annoyances.

I dunno, Rise of the Tomb Raider was pretty adventure-y and had Lara not pausing to say how terrible everything was. Granted it became less "Oh wow I'm gonna find a lost city" and more "Oh shit I gotta clean up my mess, whoops!" but on the whole it felt like a complete reversal of the Lara from the first reboot. The entire backhalf of that game is her just kicking all the ass before stopping to go diving in a leper colony.

Personally I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with reboots. It's just that they have a bad track record because people correctly assume that they can slap the name of a popular old thing and phone it in. Like the best reboots are the ones that know how to pay homage while also doing its own thing, like the Planet of the Apes reboot.

_{Also Sonic was always shit and the new ones just make that painfully obvious}

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Well everyone knows personalities are contained exclusively in the rear so that checks out

The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

I'm gonna try and get a post up today but if I don't, cuz of holidays, I'll have one on the A.M.

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@Ghost Queen Noted.

Also here's hoping one of you guys can cook because hahahahaha you don't want Mariska doing that shit

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If those are the goals then boy am I glad I joined this RP

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@MiddleEarthRoze I was under the assumption that ships leave the harbor long before the IC ever begins.

Once the IC starts ships just start to crash and capsize and it's a minefield oh god