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I'm wriiiiiiiiting right now!
Whoa... so much caps lock! o.o...
Just got home, time for more reading it looks like! Yeah!
eta: holy cyrillic alphabet, Derren!
Just got home, time for more reading it looks like! Yeah!
eta: holy cyrillic alphabet, Derren!
You never looked like a desperate fool Serge, no worries ever there. I'm just glad you found your voice, and were able to find Gabe, and write such a lovely post yesterday :)
Oh, and speaking of lovely posts? XD VERY nice, Heroes! This morning I'm going to be going to a [pre-scheduled] day of movies and lunch with my friends from school, but I'm very much looking forward to writing when I get home this afternoon! *happy ridiculous bounce*
Oh, and speaking of lovely posts? XD VERY nice, Heroes! This morning I'm going to be going to a [pre-scheduled] day of movies and lunch with my friends from school, but I'm very much looking forward to writing when I get home this afternoon! *happy ridiculous bounce*
I don't believe "irksome" or "frustrating" translates to "infuriated" Serge, and certainly not on Heroes' part. He always says exactly what he means. Nor do I think that it falls under Heroes' GM expectations alone, or some overblown standard of RPers in general, to ask that people either post within a reasonable timeframe or when they say they will, or if that's not possible? To speak with the GM personally via a PM, or let all the players know in the OOC if they cannot.
Telling someone "I'm sorry you find my words/actions annoying" is very much the same thing as saying "I'm sorry you misunderstood me" - basically a non-apology apology that implies "too bad you're too dumb to get what I'm saying here." When I read your first OOC post, the impression that Heroes got is exactly the same one I had too. That may or may not have been the impression you were trying to give in either of your two previous posts, but one should always put far more consideration into text-only communication.
And for what it's worth, for some of the folks around here there isn't a single new thing you can add concerning the topic of depression - and certainly not the clinical kind. It's no joke. But if you're insistent you find something within to pull out, then I imagine Gabe - left to his own devices by God to make his way in the world, and try to carve out what society he can - might feel crushed by the weight of his new responsibilities, or desperate to prove that he can be an asset to this new group of people he has suddenly been thrust into. Rather emotional moments, but again, ymmv.
Post if you wish, or don't, as you will. I saw nothing in Heroes' post that said you were being kicked out. Personally? I'm just really looking forward to having the story go forth, and creating our little tale here with some of the very best writers (and people :) ) I know. And that's really the whole point of this, from beginning to end - the fun in the process!
Telling someone "I'm sorry you find my words/actions annoying" is very much the same thing as saying "I'm sorry you misunderstood me" - basically a non-apology apology that implies "too bad you're too dumb to get what I'm saying here." When I read your first OOC post, the impression that Heroes got is exactly the same one I had too. That may or may not have been the impression you were trying to give in either of your two previous posts, but one should always put far more consideration into text-only communication.
And for what it's worth, for some of the folks around here there isn't a single new thing you can add concerning the topic of depression - and certainly not the clinical kind. It's no joke. But if you're insistent you find something within to pull out, then I imagine Gabe - left to his own devices by God to make his way in the world, and try to carve out what society he can - might feel crushed by the weight of his new responsibilities, or desperate to prove that he can be an asset to this new group of people he has suddenly been thrust into. Rather emotional moments, but again, ymmv.
Post if you wish, or don't, as you will. I saw nothing in Heroes' post that said you were being kicked out. Personally? I'm just really looking forward to having the story go forth, and creating our little tale here with some of the very best writers (and people :) ) I know. And that's really the whole point of this, from beginning to end - the fun in the process!
Very much looking forward to whatever you can get put up there, Idle :)
*blergh* Not so much eerily quiet [for my part], as just lightly snoring because I inadvertently slept in today... >.>
And if you need anything Limey, just always feel free to PM Heroes. Looking forward to your post :)
And if you need anything Limey, just always feel free to PM Heroes. Looking forward to your post :)
Today is Memorial Day for those in the U.S. This is simply a moment to offer heartfelt thanks to all those here among our players and our lurkers and anyone who just happens to stumble across our humble RP OOC, who have ever served in the armed forces. Whether in the American forces or in your home country, thank you for your steadfast service, your commitment and your sacrifice. This cannot be said enough.
And for those who did not personally serve in the armed forces, but who had a father or mother, grandparents or uncles or aunts, brothers or sisters or cousins, husbands or wives or dearly loved friends who did: thank you too, for all the love and support, encouragement and faith that allowed those people closest to you to continue in their service. No soldier, airman, Marine or sailor can go it alone. And so today, I'd like to honor your love and commitment and sacrifice as well, that helped make that service possible.
And for those who did not personally serve in the armed forces, but who had a father or mother, grandparents or uncles or aunts, brothers or sisters or cousins, husbands or wives or dearly loved friends who did: thank you too, for all the love and support, encouragement and faith that allowed those people closest to you to continue in their service. No soldier, airman, Marine or sailor can go it alone. And so today, I'd like to honor your love and commitment and sacrifice as well, that helped make that service possible.
Well since we don't really have a hard time reading and enjoying your posts Dot, I'm going to say that your posts are just about the perfect size every time. ;)
Eta: have a great time Derren! And looking forward to hearing from you Limey!
Eta: have a great time Derren! And looking forward to hearing from you Limey!
Looking forward to what you finally put together there, Dot. ;)
The gentle pressure on her fingers spoke volumes of comfort to the rogue's soul, giving her every ounce of reassurance as the captain might have taken for himself. Antonia smiled tenderly as she looked back up into those copper eyes, the backs of her evergreen-gloved fingertips just barely grazing the still magnificently bruised cheek.
"I will be content if this is the absolute worst mess I ever see made of your face, Silverfish," she quipped with a small smirk, though the tease in her words was belied by the tears still drying on her cheeks. Antonia sighed, a weight she had not even realized she carried eased from her chest by some small increment. "And we can continue to confound the Devil. Tonight then, yes? I have matters to tend to still this day, and well into the evening I imagine. But the night - as always - is yours."
Antonia stepped away, turning toward the gangplank to finally make her way back to Admiral Sir Greene's estate at a slightly more sedate pace than she had arrived, far more in keeping with the elegant, pale green silk dress she wore beneath the cloak. She could not resist one last, lingering look over her shoulder to Thomas -
- And very nearly wound up in a most undignified heap of silks, petticoats and crewmate on the deck. Hill's dark, laughing eyes giggled silently as the rogue extricated herself swiftly, looking her up and down and then back to his captain - and then back to her - his eyebrows waggling with an unspoken, good-natured teasing.
"Shut up, Hill," Antonia hissed with a roll of her eyes, shoving the grinning man hard - but not too hard - in the shoulder, just enough to set him off-balance and guffawing with delight into the Skate's railing.
Jax's raucous, distinctive laughter bounded over the deck and, though he had slid to the floor boards, Antonia felt sure no one could feel such mirth and be too much hurt. She had a moment of concern when she saw Nicolette hovering over him as she passed toward the gangplank, pausing to see if she had been horribly wrong...
The book. Antonia remembered well, the way Jax had lifted that precious book high overhead, preferring to take pounding of the cobbles with his own body than let even the smallest harm befall his tome. Yet now it seemed this Jesuit book of the stars had shown him no less devotion, taking Cooper's musket shot full in the cover. After what he and the First Mate had done for Thomas, Antonia's relief was instant, genuine and intense - but still she understood (or thought she did at the least), the undercurrent of genuine despair hidden behind the smile Jax managed to give to Nicolette.
The rogue knew she had nothing to give for the moment, that Mademoiselle Beauchamp was far better equipped to tend to any lingering bruises and hurts than she. Still, Antonia's hand reached for the helmsman's head, an affectionate caress of those long, sun-bleached tendrils of hair as she passed in a whirl of precious verdant silks.
She did not linger, heading down the gangplank swiftly toward the waiting black stallion. A wide swath of respectful space all around him by the dockhands, just beyond a nasty bite or a vicious kick, though he nickered softly at his Spider's approach. Antonia smiled, guiding Faustus closer to some boxes so she could mount his back in a far more dignified, ladylike manner than she had arrived.
She pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head nonetheless, leaning over the stallion's neck to whisper a few words, setting off at a graceful canter from the docks. Oh yes, Antoinette would be a touch late this afternoon, without any doubt. But Commander Murray would be patient and gracious as ever, she was sure. Timing was entirely a lady's prerogative, after all.
"I will be content if this is the absolute worst mess I ever see made of your face, Silverfish," she quipped with a small smirk, though the tease in her words was belied by the tears still drying on her cheeks. Antonia sighed, a weight she had not even realized she carried eased from her chest by some small increment. "And we can continue to confound the Devil. Tonight then, yes? I have matters to tend to still this day, and well into the evening I imagine. But the night - as always - is yours."
Antonia stepped away, turning toward the gangplank to finally make her way back to Admiral Sir Greene's estate at a slightly more sedate pace than she had arrived, far more in keeping with the elegant, pale green silk dress she wore beneath the cloak. She could not resist one last, lingering look over her shoulder to Thomas -
- And very nearly wound up in a most undignified heap of silks, petticoats and crewmate on the deck. Hill's dark, laughing eyes giggled silently as the rogue extricated herself swiftly, looking her up and down and then back to his captain - and then back to her - his eyebrows waggling with an unspoken, good-natured teasing.
"Shut up, Hill," Antonia hissed with a roll of her eyes, shoving the grinning man hard - but not too hard - in the shoulder, just enough to set him off-balance and guffawing with delight into the Skate's railing.
Jax's raucous, distinctive laughter bounded over the deck and, though he had slid to the floor boards, Antonia felt sure no one could feel such mirth and be too much hurt. She had a moment of concern when she saw Nicolette hovering over him as she passed toward the gangplank, pausing to see if she had been horribly wrong...
The book. Antonia remembered well, the way Jax had lifted that precious book high overhead, preferring to take pounding of the cobbles with his own body than let even the smallest harm befall his tome. Yet now it seemed this Jesuit book of the stars had shown him no less devotion, taking Cooper's musket shot full in the cover. After what he and the First Mate had done for Thomas, Antonia's relief was instant, genuine and intense - but still she understood (or thought she did at the least), the undercurrent of genuine despair hidden behind the smile Jax managed to give to Nicolette.
The rogue knew she had nothing to give for the moment, that Mademoiselle Beauchamp was far better equipped to tend to any lingering bruises and hurts than she. Still, Antonia's hand reached for the helmsman's head, an affectionate caress of those long, sun-bleached tendrils of hair as she passed in a whirl of precious verdant silks.
She did not linger, heading down the gangplank swiftly toward the waiting black stallion. A wide swath of respectful space all around him by the dockhands, just beyond a nasty bite or a vicious kick, though he nickered softly at his Spider's approach. Antonia smiled, guiding Faustus closer to some boxes so she could mount his back in a far more dignified, ladylike manner than she had arrived.
She pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head nonetheless, leaning over the stallion's neck to whisper a few words, setting off at a graceful canter from the docks. Oh yes, Antoinette would be a touch late this afternoon, without any doubt. But Commander Murray would be patient and gracious as ever, she was sure. Timing was entirely a lady's prerogative, after all.
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