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Avanhelsing said
Well me and world posted so we survived.


Indeed! & For that, i'm glad!

World Traveler said
For me slow is nice. When this role play started I was down in Panama and am now in Mexico. That said I can move with a faster pace so a pick up would be fine.


You truly are a world traveler!
I've got about 9 roleplays i'm in right now, which is the most I've ever been in at once.

But, I can do that cause they are being mighty slow, and i've got a really boring life atm. xD
I'm fearful for when the holidays come about and all the kids are off school and start to post like crazy!
Rune_Alchemist said
I'm still here. Just waiting for Soren to PM me back about a collab thing, because I'm not to sure I can do the sorting hats personality so well xP


Ah, I seee c:
I too am sort of waiting for Eyeris to post-
since I did that collaboration post with her but haven't heard from her since.

This has definitely be a very slow paced roleplay xD then again, I'd rather something slow than dead.
Just for sanity sake wise- can I get a little role call here in the OOC?
I'd like to know who survived the train ride :D
PlantEater said
Progress! :)I'll wait for someone else to post before making another post as Theodore, however I'd be willing to try and get a collab post up with you, MST3K, if you want. Also, not having the caretaker here makes things a little awkward! I hope they show up soon!


If the caretaker doesn't show up, I'll just control them!

AgniSpirit said
OK that makes sense. I'll have my post finished this afternoon.


Thankyou :)
Roe gasped, the salt water burning her throat, eyes and lungs alike. She blinked rapidly, her finger tips rubbing at her eyes trying to rid it of the sharp pain they were enduring. She had barely energy to sit up, but she did- slowly and steadily. What had happened? Her memory ran blank besides the sound of something Roe had never heard before. As her vision came to, she panned across the beach. "Hello!? she exclaimed, her voice raspy as she coughed, she couldn't see any trace of her crew besides the wreckage of ship scattered in the water and on the beach.

Gathering enough strength Roe got onto her knees and hoisted herself up on to her legs. She felt like a newborn deer, stumbling over her own slender legs. She began walking slowly along the shoreline looking for the rest of the group.
Friday, July 18th 2014. New Orleans, Louisiana. 12:00 pm
Mrs. Deville brought the three in to the living room, giving them a moment to take in the very small changes of the home. The first thing they would notice is how cold it was compared to the outside, the air conditioning was on full blast, and cooled the interior drastically. The entry way living space was usually used for parent conferences, and sometimes a spot where the children could relax in between lessons and activity alike. The only big renovations were the upstairs where the classrooms would have been, they were now converted into bedrooms for the very rare guest. "Oh come see this!" Mrs. Deville said waddling slowly over to the fireplace and taking the picture off the shelf, she held it out to the three so they could all look at it. Before them was a picture of their class all standing outside in front of the house, with big smiles on their faces. Among the smiles in the bottom corner basement window a small blur of a figure could be seen. Presumably Jack, but to most- just an odd blur from movement or even a problem during the development stage.

"There is Scott, and Eugene, and a little Theodore!" Helen exclaimed, pointing to each of their children, her memory serving her quite well today. She took the frame back and placed it back on the mantle carefully turning towards the three with a tearful smile, "I really am so thankful you all came. I hope we are joined with your classmates soon, this event means more to me than you can imagine." She steadied herself on the back of a chair, "We have quite the spread of food ready for you all, if you'd like to retreat back outside and snack while we wait for the others." Helen said, nodding. She was feeling a bit hungry and weak, having to clean up after Jack's mess earlier this afternoon.

Leading the way Ms. Deville stopped right before hitting the inside dining table, "Oh! But first, let's get you in your bedrooms for the night. I know their would be some alcohol consumption tonight, and most likely some late conversations, so Derek made up several of the rooms for you all." She pointed towards the large spiral staircase on the far right of the living room. "I won't be able to make it up the stairs myself, but you three may have first choice." Helen nodded, now sitting at a chair at the dining table, waiting for both the rest of the class to arrive and the others to choose their bedrooms. She worried about Derek, wondering if something had happened on his way home from the store.

Upstairs Scott, Eugene, and Theodore would find several rooms. The original numbers from the classroom remained on the doors marking off rooms 2-6, with a bathroom right as they reached the top of the staircase. Each bedroom is adorned with a queen sized bed, closet, two end tables, and two chairs. The light source is from the window and some old school florescent lights.
Eviledd1984 said
Okay updated my CS sheet so i gotta wait now?


Yep, for GM approval! ^^
Ace of Jacks said
Appears that wayMaybe we could use some other characters as faculty staff like Phil from Hercules as gym teacher, Mickey (or Michael) as principal, Jimminy Cricket as a counselor, ect


I really like this idea!
PlantEater said
I hope this is acceptable for everyone, and fits with my MST3Ks story, any issues let me know!


Looks great! ACCEPTED.

AgniSpirit said
You know what I just realized? I don't know when Tia and the others attended Rising Sun. Were they attending the school as high schoolers or younger? Because this throws Tia's entire biography into a loop if she was there during high school.


Rising Sun is sort of a like a reformatory/boarding school

Parents would send their kids there either cause they wanted their kid to have some extra 1x1 time with a teacher, or needed a little bit of a structure that a public school wouldn't have. It's a private residence so they could do stuff a little differently than most. I picture this group being there from young kids to older- but it's really up to you. You could have been there for only elementary/jr high levels and moved to a normal high school. You would still have created quite the connection with most of the kids!

Where the heck did our caretaker go off to? I'm going to contact them right now.
Then I shall make a post getting the 3 of you off the door step. The rest of you can come as you feel ^^
"Hi Alysia, Ferra. I'm Ishmael." the man said with a smile. The man seemed kind enough, letting Ferra's guard slowly relax. "You two run pretty fast, almost lost ya for a second." he commented, making Ferra let out a small giggle. The two were pretty fast and agile, getting through that chaotic scene back there faster than most due to their size and quickness.

"So are you two sisters? Are your parents in there?"

Ferra was saddened by the question slightly, "No, no. We're not sisters, we just met a few minutes ago. I don't have any siblings. My mom was back there..." Ferra said, pointing a small thumb behind them. "A car ran into us and trapped her inside." the young girl explained, bringing the back of her hand up to wipe her tears that were forming.

Alysia left Ferra's side to go speak with another woman, but Ferra decided her feet were still a bit sore to do too much pleasure walking. She would need to save herself for when they needed to run. Looking around, it seemed several other people were at the rest stop as well. It was no doubt that this was not a dream. "Ishmael," Ferra started, looking up at the man, "Is your mom and dad here?" she asked innocently enough. She decided not to hold her shoes anymore, taking off her school backpack and placing them beside the notebooks, pencils, and her school lunch.
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