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    1. Hylozoist 8 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current Five days of awkward silence later, there's finally an ocean between us again.
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7 yrs ago
The sun is shining, the birds are singing, there's a few white fluffy clouds in the sky. I am closing the curtains and going back to bed.
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7 yrs ago
"What kind of solicitor doesn't have sweets on their desk?!"
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7 yrs ago
"His multiphasic torpedo will penetrate your rift / and cause a quantum singularity in your transwarp conduit!"
7 yrs ago
"You make a pretty good sheep."

Bio

I live somewhere in the wilds of East London with a couple of friends, a pet rat and a collection of RPG books that is slowly consuming our house. I've suggested possibly getting rid of some of them, but it's pretty much got to the point where the books are the only thing keeping the building upright and if I move any of them the whole thing could come crashing down.

In terms of games - well, I'll consider anything, except that. As can probably be gathered from my posts, I find myself generally playing characters that let me bit a little bit light-hearted. I am reasonably certain that I can play serious characters, but I know that getting to post things which makes me chuckle as I write them keeps me far more engaged.

At the moment, I am currently running a game called Interplanetary Space Friends. It's a game about friends, in space, travelling between planets. It is not exactly a very serious game, and while I've scared off some of my players, I have a dedicated handful left who have stuck with the game. These folks are awesome, and if anyone says anything mean about them, I will defend their honour with a strongly worded message.

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Okay, Monday has arrived, yesterday's crisis is mostly dealt with now I've walked my cousin to the station, and I'm now back at my desk. This probably isn't the greatest post in the storied history of the Guild, but hopefully it'll get things moving along again.

As always, I'm sorry that it's taken so long - I hope that this rather erratic posting pace isn't too much of a problem for people, and I thank you all for your patience!
The container didn't spray toxic chemicals, nor did it even have the courtesy to making a beeping noise, but instead just slowly dribbled out a puddle of thick, inky liquid on the ground where it lay. It looked like the canister was once a sleek, silvery, high-tech looking thing, but a period of exposure to whatever it was that made up the body of the slime had quickly eaten away at a strip of it. The slime-based creature, Hip, began to move in a way that looked less like it was slowly melting into something you'd scrape off the bottom of your shoe and more like, well, something alive.

Arm like protuberances sprouted from it's sides.

Little holes began to open and close about the surface of it, bringing in what passes for Ofromian 'fresh air' into it's system.

"Can't believe they had the moxy to gank me," bubbled Hip Kallo, his voice like a clogged drain, "where's the love, I ask ya? Aw, shoot, where's my manners got to? Relying on the kindness of strangers and I don't even thank 'em properly, Hip, the colony didn't raise you to be like that, no sir. You've got my thanks, strangers."




The right hand pipe twisted and turned through the underground. Dimly lit by the screen of the cleaner-bot and the little GloBrellas, an amateur tunnel enthusiast could probably pick out all sorts of fascinating details; the age of the construction given the freshness of the paint, the unique ecosystem that had come to exist in this unnatural environment and the arcane meaning of the things scratched into the walls at various intervals. It was unfortunate that no 'Tunnelheads' (as tunnel enthusiasts are known to call themselves, which doesn't improve their odds of being invited to parties) were present to enjoy such a sight, but with the water nipping at the heels of Fiddlesticks, perhaps it was really something of a blessing.

Towards the end of the right-hand pipe, it turned sharply upwards. Water dripped down from the tunnel above them, and a set of decoratively rusted metal loops were set into the pipe. They were conveniently placed, letting any visiting Tunnelhead get in and out of this secondary pipe with ease, although there were some trade-offs to be had for such a convenience. The risk of tetanus, for instance. Above them, the main tunnel beckoned - a huge, concrete tube set into the ground that runs left and right. The Team B bees were already waiting, and just behind Fiddlesticks, the two other teams were making a bee-line towards him, ready to take on their next scouting mission.
My vote goes to tel otherwise.


My vote goes for Tel too.
Stuff that's still missing from the very hop-shod list I compiled for the Interest Check (the list from the interest check was/is by no means exhaustive, it was just some of the roles I could think off of the top of my head):
First Officer
Quartermaster
Ordnance Master
Engineer


I'm surprised nobody has applied for the role of First Mate / First Officer yet.

Perhaps we should elect one.
I'd be curious to see how this works too, either as a participant, or just to read what kind of weird things come out of this.
Apologies about the delay in posting - my "free Sunday" is turning out to be significantly less free than I had hoped it would be.

Did I forget that one of my cousins was in the city? Yes. Did I forget that I told him it'd be a-okay to come over when we discussed it last month? Yes. Did I arrange for cosplay chums to come over? Yes. Am I now hiding away in the other room while two sides of my life that I'd happily kept separate weird each other out? Yes.
Reinforcements have arrived. Probably not the reinforcements anyone was hoping for, but reinforcements nevertheless.
Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Castle Exterior
Interactions: Velvet, Odin @Holy Soldier, Slayer @Lugubrious
Word Count: 374


As far as mounts go, there were worse choices than Quina that Velvet could have made, but not many. It wasn't the weight of the girl that slowed Quina down, nor his (or her) lack of speed, but Quina's endless capacity to be surprised, intrigued or curious about anything that resembled food. The forest provided plenty of opportunities to stop and smell the roses, and then eat them. No amount of cheek pulling, tongue tugging, kicks to the side or impassioned pleas to get on with things would speed Quina up. So the mount, and her (or his) rider, were late to the fight.

In the confusion of the fight, the fire and the smoke, Quina began searching for his (or her) team, and tried very hard indeed not to get in the way of the action until she'd found the rest of her team-mates. Quina's capacity to simply ignore things that didn't fit in with her (or his) view of the world proved useful, as rather than worrying about a man calling himself Oswald (who, Quina dimly remembered, she was supposed to be distracting, or something along those lines) or the raging fires, Quina focused on the sounds of voices, listening out for the sounds of particular voices over the din of battle. Finally, Quina heard it - the elegant, dramatic voice of Slayer, the last remaining member of Quina's team. It didn't really matter now what Velvet wanted, Quina was going to help their team, and so ran towards Slayer.

Then Quina saw him, and his opponent, and the way in which the former approached the latter. From Quina's perspective, it looked very much like Slayer needed help. Raising her fork towards the heavens, Quina waved it around in a way that looked less like the weird chef was trying to cast a spell, and more like a strange little dance that would, if successful, summon a very large pumpkin above the head of the equally large Odin. Perhaps it'd give Slayer an opening. Perhaps it'd somehow injure the giant. Either way, as far as Quina was concerned as she (or he) danced about a little ways behind Slayer, there'd be a pumpkin at the end of it all, and pumpkins are delicious.
I'll give that a try - I'm kind of hoping to find something that's just a plain text notepad with a tiny memory footprint. Tablet is almost five years old and has lived most of it's life in a kitchen, so it is really starting to show its age.

Edit: Google Docs is a little more stable. Just need to copy and paste relevant posts into it (so I can scroll up and check them without having to try and load up Chrome), should make this quite a bit easier.
I dunno a laptop that can handle constant flour splashes or something like that though.


Was thinking maybe a laptop aimed at children, someone must make sturdy ones for them.
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