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STATUS: That's right. It goes in the square hole. 17 hrs ago
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That's right. It goes in the square hole.
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Got called into work at 12:15 AM to cover a midnight shift because the guy is on vaca and the supervisor didn't plan ahead on it.
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"Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow." - T.S. Elliot
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I find that what's harder to think of than the deleted pbp sites are the ones that are still up, but completely devoid of life. Like looking at an abandoned city.
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Being 'sad' or depressed used to be the fuel behind my writing. But lately I feel like that emotional state is more hindering to my creative process than helpful. How do I adjust for this?
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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
Post-Rock enthusiast
My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.
Post-Rock enthusiast
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This Week on Atlantican Idol!
Oh. Yeah. I guess the Traverse Town stuff is waiting on meeee
@IAmTheIsland Right, do you want to continue doing stuff without Leon and Launchpad with you, or would you like to just get started on the first adventure world?
We got hotel room stuff going on rn.
Not sure if @Bacon wants a Hoshi-Levi collab. Also I think @Daxam said Zac has questions about the trench coat.
Is this open still? I figure I might give it a try.
Well you're the first taker I've had for it. So it is still open. I'll get a character polished off as soon as I can manage.
Might post again, 🤔
Hows th winter freeze treating everyone? 🥶
No calls for snow or icy conditions at work as of yet.
As Zac led the banged-up bangin' group
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Accept
I don't want to say that it is.
Because it is.
The sooner we stay quiet
The better off it is.
Assigning words to it
Won't change the fact
That "it is what it is."
We can say that it's fate,
Or that it's just how we choose
To leave it be.
Because it is.
The sooner we stay quiet
The better off it is.
Assigning words to it
Won't change the fact
That "it is what it is."
We can say that it's fate,
Or that it's just how we choose
To leave it be.
I'm doing great. If y'all want you can skip ahead to the hotel.
Sadu hasn't been on in 4 days so I hope she's okay.
Waiting on Daxam to post Zac showing everyone how to lock worlds.
Everyone ok?
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Cait took Prince's lighter in gratitude. She held up the roach between her thumb and finger, raising it like she was giving a toaat. "To an early day, and a job well done." She gave the light a few flicks, finally getting the stub of a smoke burning after five tries; in a single hit the roach burned away completely. The relief came in a quick onset, easing the throbbing in her head, replacing it with the soothing, albeit hazy feel of the weed. "Guess there's no sense sitting here all day."
She hopped to her feet, oblivious to the split second she spent floating back down when her feet left the ground. She'd fall in with others returning to the Community Center, changed quickly into her street clothes and retrieved her back-up skateboard from the front desk. She inspected the board meticulously for new damages or missing parts, and, determining it hadn't been screwed with, set off on a casual roll to the bar on Henry's invitation.
She hopped to her feet, oblivious to the split second she spent floating back down when her feet left the ground. She'd fall in with others returning to the Community Center, changed quickly into her street clothes and retrieved her back-up skateboard from the front desk. She inspected the board meticulously for new damages or missing parts, and, determining it hadn't been screwed with, set off on a casual roll to the bar on Henry's invitation.
Cait sat to the left Sky along the bar, quietly taking in the unusually peaceful state of the place; she was used to popping into the pubs later in the day, when the crowds were around in full; as it was, the sole occupants were the Community Service conscripts that had decided to be social, and a few day drinkers scattered out among the booths. While listening to the 'how we got here' stories from Henry and Sky, she took a pair of long sips from a tall glass of a local brew, raising her drink after their tales. "To keeping the peace, she said of Henry, aware and appreciative of the layers of irony in her saying so. "And forward-thinking fashion. The second swig of beer rushed down, and the alcohol mixed with the weed into euphoric crossfade.
"Surprised you let me in here," she said lazily to Henry. "Last time you damn near literally threw me out." she mused about the escapades a few weeks prior and the pre-game she and her lot had treated themselves to. "I got bagged for carving up some monuments in the Royal Parks," she lifted up her board from the space at her feet to clarify. "Fuckers knew who the boss was though; came straight for me -no offense Sky- when the found us; shook off a few pigs before one of 'em got the jump on me... to the other white meat." She toasted sarcastically and downed another gulp of her beer, nearly emptying the glass.
"Surprised you let me in here," she said lazily to Henry. "Last time you damn near literally threw me out." she mused about the escapades a few weeks prior and the pre-game she and her lot had treated themselves to. "I got bagged for carving up some monuments in the Royal Parks," she lifted up her board from the space at her feet to clarify. "Fuckers knew who the boss was though; came straight for me -no offense Sky- when the found us; shook off a few pigs before one of 'em got the jump on me... to the other white meat." She toasted sarcastically and downed another gulp of her beer, nearly emptying the glass.
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