Hedgehawk

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[@LSJ Rose] There you go :)

When the Evening Cicadas Cry, A Collaborative Mystery RP Idea

Well now they have!

When the Evening Cicadas Cry, A Collaborative Mystery RP Idea

Oh no. Another Higurashi RP and this one is written better than mine!

In all seriousness good luck with it. It can be a little tricky as you are pretty much asking people to take a leap of faith with you. Make sure you have the plot written down from start to end, as not knowing where you are going in a style like this can make the plot become very confusing.

Hedge

How The Leaves Fall

@bumbles guthrie @Asesina @Kassarock @sassy1085 @Zoey Boey

We have skipped to the end of the school day. Feel free to have them stay at school or go out and explore the town. If you have any questions about the town for your posts, let me know.

Deadline for Posts is Tuesday 23rd February.

How The Leaves Fall

Westcliffe - 4.00pm

The High School teacher would come into the room and beckon everyone into their seats, and thus a whole new day of learning had started. The day went by fairly quickly and uneventfully and the end of the school day was no upon them. They group had the entire evening to themselves.

The town was fairly quiet today. With the festival so close now, many had began to prepare, as well as gossip and murmur. There we those who were taking bets on who would disappear or get murdered this time, and everyone gave Violet a wide berth or were overly nice, scared she might call down the curse on them.

Hi everyone!

@TimidAsrais

Welcome! Forum RPing can feel a little different. The pace can be slower at times but the detail as a result tends to go up when compared to other forms of RP. If you can stick with it you can really find some diamonds in here. As for finding a roleplay. I would recomend having a flick through the Interest check areas for each section.

If you have any questions feel free to ask :)

What ideas have you backed off from, recently or otherwise?

I had the urge a week or so ago to reboot my SoL Pinewood Hills RP. It was supposed to be set in a small town and started with characters final prom and basically followed them as they went out into the world. It was a good idea in my head. But then I think I came to realise that there was no real plot to it and it was just a sandbox. While SoL RPs are more about character interactions, I think the scope there is too big for it to work well. Or at least the scope is too broad to give it a decent success chance.

I have been debating over the past month about bringing back my Magic Incursion Roleplay for reboot number godknowswhat now. That one is more a question of when than if. Every iteration seems to be getting better. The lore is being refined more, and my GM skills grow that little bit more too. I think this time though there is going to be alot of change to the plot and then scope of the RP. Running the Satsuma spin off RP gave me a new plot idea and helped deepen that background on some of the main characters that made them so much more deeper. So I am really hopeful for its chance of success this time. I think I just need more time to flesh it out.

Friendships

In a hobby such as this where you are constant collaborating and bouncing ideas off one another, you are bound to form bonds like you do when you are at work, or go to hobby clubs etc. And just like those activities, some bond become stronger than others. I think with the advent of discord and the fact that RPs are alot more connected than the old days of mailing lists and only OOC threads for communication, forming those bonds has been alot easier.

I am quite lucky in one regard, RPG is my kind of fortress where I can retreat from. Without cracking out the violin, alot of people in my RL life have taken advantage of me, and as a result I have moved to a place where there is few people around. While I enjoy this, I still at time pine for some sort of friendship. So I get this from the Guild. I m lucky that alot of people here seem to at the very least tolerate my presence and some even enjoy it.

It was this site that introduced me to one of my best friends who I won't embarrass by tagging into the post. But suffice to say, this site has saved me a couple of times.

How The Leaves Fall

Right, New Cycle Time!

We will have one more run at the school morning before classes start for everyone to wrap up their conversations. Deadline is Monday 15th Feb.

Please note, I won't be available for messages and replies for the next couple of days for personal reasons. Should be back Thursday

Hedge

Rosefell High.

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Jax had safely made it to the party. His nerves however were very much still on the edge. While he had ridden with the boys on his way to the party, they seemed to quickly dissolve when they reached the entrance. Or was it more the fact that Jax found a reason to walk away? Who was to say. Jax had managed to find himself alone on a seat in one of the many corners of the party. Not that Jax objected to where he found himself. He found it much safer to be at the edge of the party and not in the chaotic centre. While it wouldn’t be doing any wonders to his reputation to both Rosefell and Liberty students alike, Jax had gone beyond caring. Sitting where he was allowed him to observe the goings on at the party as well as feel somewhat comfortable in similarity.

He did a quick sweep of the party with his eyes, noticing quite a few important figures from the football and cheerleading teams. In all honesty the trip here had already exhausted his social spirit. Jax was used to being a sideline or at times excluded character on the Rosefell social scene. To go from that to being suddenly flung into a party, only helped to create a pressure cooker of anxiety, and right now, the release valve was blocked. Jax could feel all of it bubbling up inside, threatening to possibly explode. Why did his parents think this was a good idea?

Cause let’s be honest right now. Jax wasn’t exactly a welcome addition to a social event. If his previous years at Rosefell had taught him anything is that when he arrived to talk to people, the conversation usually stopped. Moments later the crowd would disperse. While the bullying might not have been as bad as it was back in his early teens - mostly because people were so childish back then - what had replaced it was this kind of hive mind style rejection. While in his freshman year, it had concerned him, by this point he just learnt to roll with the sadness and anxiety inside his heart, and use it to fuel his ambition to do well.

That isn’t saying that Jax didn’t appreciate what his parents were trying to do. For years they were afraid that Jax was building a wall around himself and the outside world, that way nothing could hurt him. In reality, the wall was there to help him focus, but his parents feared that if he didn’t learn to socialise and to make friends now, being an adult was going to be so much harder. Money might buy ‘friends’, but it could never buy true friends. Jax was going to have to talk to people, learn how to manage different personalities, and acquire the social skill to navigate relationships. It isn’t as if Jax didn’t know this kind of stuff. Afterall he had read countless books and read study after study on teenage communication and social cliques. He knew in theory how everything should go. So maybe his parents were trying to give him practical experience.

Jax drew a long exhausted sigh. That train of thought really knocked the wind out of his sails. Perhaps he needed to just dive in and experience something? Getting up, he walked over to the beer table, grabbing a bottle of cider - since it probably was the weakest drink there. Grabbing the bottle opener Jax attempted to open the bottle. It took him a few attempts to get it right, afterall he had never used one and it never came with instructions. Eventually he got the angle right, but applied a bit too much power and then as a result the bottlecap went flying across the table and landed somewhere where Jax couldn’t see. Whoops??? Putting the opener down, Jax walked back over to his corner, holding the bottle away from him as if it was laced with poison. Well if we were going to be technical, Alcohol is poison, but that wasn’t really the point. Sitting down, for the first few minutes Jax simply observed the bottle, looking at the branding and reading some of the label. At this point he really was doing his best to avoid drinking it. Even if he was the one who got it, he still had some apprehension about drinking it. That angst only increased when he bought his nose to the edge of the bottle. Taking a sniff of the liquid inside, Jax almost immediately gagged and held the drink back out. Coughing slightly as he tried to regain his composure.

He couldn’t however delay it any longer. He needed to take a sip. Taking a deep breath to slow down his heart rate, Jax pulled the bottle back in, pressing the top of the glass bottle against the bottom of his lip as he leveraged the bottle upwards, allowing a small sip of the liquid to pour into his mouth.

Regret. Instant regret.

The liquid, while sweet, set his throat on fire. That only got worse when it reached his chest. Jax began to cough, moving the bottle back away as his body lurched over slightly as the coughing continued. Eventually he was able to contain the coughing, but the after taste in his mouth was something he couldn’t quite get rid of, no matter how much he coughed or rolled his tongue. How could people drink this stuff? What kind of person would want that kind of sensation in their mouth and throat? He placed the bottle down on the floor by the side of the chair and shook his head. It was going to be a long night.