Mokley

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Everyone's pretty insanely busy, but maybe by the weekend we'll be up to speed. Nobody is allowed to feel guilty for not posting -- enjoy the holiday! ;)

I'll get something up for Gold and Red later today I think. New people whose CSes aren't done yet will probably wake up in Red team with Scullyosis whenever they're ready.

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Scullyosis said
Just replied! Although if need be, I could easily edit it to have Starbuck do something more dramatic than touching a tree, if there needs to be more interaction with the environment or something. :P

Touching a tree is perfect. Great post! Also it seems more new people may be arriving -- it might be good to put you all on the same team to start out, so I'll hang on a bit to see if there are any other CS apps.

XLegs said
I'm still here, just been busy as I'm in the final weeks of my semester. I'll do my best to post as much as I can, but that's the reason for my lack of activity.

Hi! No worries at all, just making sure all's well! Good luck with finals! If anything happens IC I'll try to leave you a wide opening to return when you can.

Northern and Sara, glad you could make it! Looking forward to your characters!

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Heeyy Northern! Absolutely you'd be more than welcome! ;)

Not really, no, but it could be. As far as anyone's concerned there is no plot. Characters start out in an environment that they have to interact with in order to make things happen. Depending on what you do and how you do it, the character creates plot and/or gets involved in one side or the other of a war.

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Ok, there's a post for you Scullyosis! I've left you what remains of the people who were at this spot before you. Let me know if anything needs clarifying.

Edit: Is green team still with us? Zealous? XLegs? I know it's the holidays and all. But also I'm willing to edit my post if it's at all causing writer's block. :)

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It was quick like a blow to the head.

An average day was soon shattered by hot, crippling pain exploding in Starbuck's skull. A piercing light flashed behind her eyes. A terrible, trembling horror ripped through her like knives of ice. Blinded, she would feel as if she were falling, falling from an impossible height, down and deep into a hungry hot chasm stretched wide to receive her like the great maw of a beast. Its damp swirling breath smelled bittersweet, like chocolate laced with a hint of cinnamon ...

She awoke at night to the creaking of crickets and the sob of an owl. The air was cool and calm on her cheek; it smelled sweet like rotting leaves and copper. She lay on a low, circular metal platform that was half-buried in the dirt and looked as if it had been there for centuries; there were markings etched into the surface, obscured by ancient moss and creeping ragged vines. The platform was cracked through the middle; sapling trees grew out of the fissure, and the rest was covered in grass and tough weeds. At one side of the platform was a palm-sized silver box with a single keyhole and no seam that could be discerned. Beside it was a small puddle of fresh blood.

Above, a thick rustle of leaves and mossy branches obscured the sky, but she was not without light: a weathered old lantern hung from a high bough of a tree, held up by a thin shimmering thread. It cast a steady, bright red glow upon the platform directly below it, and it illuminated the small clearing of weedy flowers and spines that lay between the platform and the dark towering woods. A few feet from the edge of the platform, among the weeds, was a patch of freshly turned earth.

The tree -- which rose old and twisted beside her, and whose dark gnarled branch supported the lantern that was her only light -- was huge, ancient and twisted grotesquely. There was a deep dark hole in the bark, through which a distinct, strained mechanical noise could be heard: screee chik-chak. rrrrrrrr. screee chik-chak. rrrrrr.

Deep in the dark woods, far beyond the red glow of the lantern, there was sometimes a small flash of green light. In the opposite direction, she might hear the faint echo of a voice screaming angrily. But it only lasted a moment.

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Ok then! You'll be under the Red rune, so look for that when I post.

The other people under Red haven't posted (or in Simon's case, were abducted into another team), so we're going to assume they disappeared mysteriously.

I'll get a post up for you presently, but it'll essentially be similar to the first post of the RP.

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Scullyosis: Great! Approved!

No need to read through -- you'll drop in and wake up at this moment. Question though: would you rather drop in on top of something already happening now, or wake up alone in a mysterious situation as in the first IC post? In the second situation, who you end up with would depend on the choices your character makes, but might take a bit before you're in a group.

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Thanks Sonder! :D

Scullyosis, absolutely. Come on down! ;)

Party's still open!

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Hi Scullyosis! Absolutely not, we'd love to have you! Feel free to post up a CS. :)

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Simon said Simon took a deep breathe and said the following "Yurei I'm not going to lie to you even a little bit, there is a boy sitting underneath of a table with a bloody object, with blood dripping off the table, also i seen a glimpse of blue light."

Yurei was quiet for a moment while she processed this information.

"WHAT?!" she screeched. "And what did you do about it? Simon was your name? Simon?!" She pointed at the door that Simon had just closed. "How can you stand there and tell me as calmly as could be that there's a murderer in my house? What do you suppose I'm going to do about it? I'm blind, you little sociopath! What am I supposed to do? This has never happened before! He's in my HOUSE." She raved and swung her arms in the air and if there had been any other light to see by, it would be evident that she was getting blue in the face. Her screeching echoed in the forest.

"You get back in there and you don't come out until my house is safe! I don't care what you do! But DO SOMETHING." She flung open the door with a BANG and pointed inside with a rigid arm and a furious expression.