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3 mos ago
Current I would like two months alone in the forest in a comfortable cabin with good wifi and a stocked library please and thank you
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5 mos ago
the library just gets more amazing.
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5 mos ago
brb my reality is being challenged
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6 mos ago
One more day.
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7 mos ago
Anemia sucks. I feel like there's an invisible vampire sucking my energy through a straw.

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In Lantern 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@TheDarkTemplar@Red_massa Do you guys need more from me? I can add more plot, or more environmental stuff to interact with, or Tyaelaem can be more interesting than he is right now. ;) Let me know!
I have a feeling that, perhaps, some plot should be inserted here.

What do you guys think? Shall we have an adventure?
@drewccapp@Red_massa@t2wave

Ok guys, I gave you Something To Do! It seems to be agreed among you that moving somewhere drier is a good idea. You have two options in that case: back into the workshop, or forward and up into the galley. If you choose the galley I'll post again with a description and another picture. :)

In either case, there is way too much for me to describe -- so instead of me trying to guess what your character might think is awesome, feel free to use your imagination and discover anything curious or awesome you might want to find. I'll take it and run with it.

Also, keep in mind that there are gadgets and gears and levers and cranks and wires and springs all over the place, all over the ship.

Also, please take note of the noises in the engine room. Investigate if you like. Or don't. But at least take note. ;)
Scrambling out he slammed the hatch once all were clear. "They're all gone. There's nothing we can do for them."
t2wave


As soon as Suichiro was out, the hatch banged shut with a slam and a splash; the waves breathed outside, the ship creaked and groaned and rocked. Rain and seafoam hammered on the deck above them. Wind howled across the grate, and the small grove of plantlife growing in the middle of the floor trembled and bent under a torrent of water. The ankle-deep slosh of saltwater removed the stench of vinegar from the floor, at least.

Listing himself up he became away of a small object he was sitting on. Fishing it out it was a pocket watch. Not the most useful trinket in the world but keeping track of time was generally a good thing. In a flash of lightning he could see that the hands were stopped. He pressed the button to its side to see if it would function. The thing could very well be broken.


The brass tarnished watch spilled a splash of saltwater upon opening. Behind the scuffed glass -- behind the still silver hands of the clock -- instead of a display of numbers, its face was black: a deep, hollow black, like the sky on a starless night.

Opposite the face, etched carefully into the inside of the lid: 526 418 749 1131

The button was pressed, and the gears began to turn and click. The minute-hand ticked: 6:17.




Below deck, a shrill scream was suddenly cut off.

A vine snapped.

A metallic click, click, click echoed in the room under their feet. Rustling. Moving. The clatter of what sounded like rocks being poured into a copper bucket.

R-r-r-r-r-ke-ke-ke-ke the beast hissed, skittering in the engine room below.




Lightning cracked.

The drenched fox stared at those who remained, shaking and dripping. Aside from the hatch, there were two ways out of the Mess: up the stairs toward the deck and the galley, or back toward the stern of the ship, where beyond the pole of the mainmast was a dry, dim room that smelled like wood dust and metal. It was the ship's workshop, where repairs and inventions were made -- and where someone of some eccentricity apparently had lived.

At the back of the workshop was a metal staircase that led up into an open space in the ceiling.

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That's actually a really interesting point of view. However, it'd also mean said people would miss out area type events. For example a big fight happening in a classroom but they never noticed it because their in a conversation and they they didn't read the posts of others.


This is where the GM comes in. In this case, as GM I'd mention that "Shouting and crashing in the next room drowned out their conversation," and then maybe quote some pieces of the shouting characters' posts that the eavesdropping characters would understand through the wall.

In one RP situation, for example, there was an intercom system with input/output in multiple rooms. Virtually no one heard anything that PCs said over the intercom until the GM repeated it all at once, loud and clear, for everyone to hear. PCs immediately acted upon it.

This is essentially the GM repeating what the players have already posted, formatted and reworded in a way that relates to each individual character. Logically you might think that the players would ignore each other completely in this case, but I've only seen them pay MORE attention to each other's posts when they see how much each character's actions affect the scene and story.
It's the GM's responsibility, I think, to read every word that is written, to interpret the sum of the characters' actions, and to ensure everyone involved understands what's happening and why. Even great players who read everything commonly misinterpret other players' posts, so everyone reading everything isn't necessarily the solution to all problems.

I've had a couple players tell me that it felt like cheating to read posts that have nothing directly to do with their character, which is an understandable mindset. In a large group, reading everything can feel extremely confusing, since the narratives are never in exact chronological order.

When I GM I run under the assumption that players will only read what is directed at their character. I've experimented with quoting key points from players' posts, summarizing everyone's locations/actions in the mod post, and encouraging @Mentions in everyone's IC posts, with mostly positive results. The OOC is a great tool for discussing what's going on, too.
@Mokley I can have Edward play a creepy puppet master, moving their bodies around and putting words into their mouths for them. Oh wait. That's what we do isn't it? o.o


Ha! That it is! Though it would be creepier the way you put it. o.O
Excellent! Onward it shall be!

Edit: Maybe I should write something else as a mod post to help with this writer's block issue? Perhaps there isn't enough to respond to, and certainly not enough to act upon. Hmmm!
Wow, no posts in almost a day. How bout everyone is un-paralyzed when Milo is injured?
So! Who's here? Shall we continue? Pester for new recruits? Switch to a different plot? Write this off as dead or dying and disperse to something else? Thoughts?

I'd totally continue with whoever is left, personally, if you don't mind the small group. Or...one of you. XD
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