Sorry about the delay on my end this time - had the same thing as you, a temporary mental block on what to write, but pushed through it this morning to at least get something short and sweet up as a reply.
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STATUS: Man, I can't wait to roleplay as Teak Root Furniture. Sounds wild. 6 mos ago
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Man, I can't wait to roleplay as Teak Root Furniture. Sounds wild.
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As Eddie Izzard once said, "Americans say 'Urbs' English people say 'Herbs', because there's a f*cking 'H' in it"
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Gotta love people who comment on your RP just to leave a snarky comment about it. GG, good to see you're using your time well.
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Nothing like putting a load of effort and time into a game background when people are interested after the int check, for everything to go completely dead when you post the OOC with all the info.
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Lengthy OOC finally up for my mecha-based game, now to collapse and try and sleep before I go on Holiday
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I've been roleplaying in one form or another since the late '90's. I've played as many tabletop games as I have online ones, and the quality of both has varied wildly.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom.
I have a lot of fandoms, but I don't really like fandom RP's - or at least, the ones that come up. I often find them a bit lacking in ideas, or too far away from what actually makes the thing I'm a fan of enjoyable.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating.
I'm 42 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones. I dig giant robots, and I love military aircraft. I'm also a very dedicated and proud Brony and furry.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom.
I have a lot of fandoms, but I don't really like fandom RP's - or at least, the ones that come up. I often find them a bit lacking in ideas, or too far away from what actually makes the thing I'm a fan of enjoyable.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating.
I'm 42 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones. I dig giant robots, and I love military aircraft. I'm also a very dedicated and proud Brony and furry.
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The pun got the rise Tobias expected, as the big woman cracked a smile and rolled her eyes in amusement as she mirrored his action, dabbing her lips with a napkin, leaving a smudge of dark ruby lipstick on it before she stood up and stretched a little, elicting a crack and a pop from the powerful muscles in her shoulders. "Yes, let's. Hopefully, as you say, there might be something more interesting waiting for us now. And a break helps with feeling refreshed". She lead the way to the door, feeling a bit more a bounce in her step from the influx of sugar, and holding the door for someone coming in, and Tobias as they went back out into the morning air and back towards the office.
I dig it, because there's never enough aviation RP's on here, and they always die quickly. It's not exactly my thing, but it's jet age, and that's good enough to keep me interested. Going to subscribe in the least.
Also, did not know that's the origin of the term 'Honcho'. Presumably, that's where 'Head Honcho' comes from?
Also, did not know that's the origin of the term 'Honcho'. Presumably, that's where 'Head Honcho' comes from?
Ah dang, I followed this from the int-check, but didn't realise it was full. I'll subscribe to follow though, because I like the concept and am interested to see where it goes.
Gabby let herself get immersed in the low-level mid-morning burble of the coffee shop, her darkly luminous eyes drifting outside to watch the sporadic traffic on the road adjacent to the business park; all of it nondescript and perfectly normal as she picked at her muffin and popped another light, spongey and chocolatey chunk past her lips, eyes flicking to Tobias as she listened half to him, and half to the recycled indie-pop that warbled through tinny speakers and underlined the rigid normality of the place.
She nodded to Tobias' words about tangling with mercs and other undesirables. The big woman had her own checklist of awful shit she'd squared off against in the past, and she smirked and gave a soft laugh as he deadpanned a response. She finished her muffin and dusted her hands off, taking a sip of her hot chocolate to wash the last of it down and turning a more attentive look as he continued.
"Mmm, having worked with the suits and in the way we have, going back to Israel and back to my old role wouldn't be the same; I'd just be thinking of how much easier it would be to do everything if I had what we've got here. Not to mention the pay cut," she said with a wry smile. "I'd say it'd be a bit more regular working back with the Israeli Police, but... well, no two days are ever the same there either. I just suppose the work is a lot more, eh" she shrugged and twirled her long fingers. "I don't know, more up-close-and-personal work; tracking, investigating, interviews and paperwork than what we do". She frowned as she recalled why they'd stepped out in the first place. "Well. Maybe not the paperwork..."
She nodded to Tobias' words about tangling with mercs and other undesirables. The big woman had her own checklist of awful shit she'd squared off against in the past, and she smirked and gave a soft laugh as he deadpanned a response. She finished her muffin and dusted her hands off, taking a sip of her hot chocolate to wash the last of it down and turning a more attentive look as he continued.
"Mmm, having worked with the suits and in the way we have, going back to Israel and back to my old role wouldn't be the same; I'd just be thinking of how much easier it would be to do everything if I had what we've got here. Not to mention the pay cut," she said with a wry smile. "I'd say it'd be a bit more regular working back with the Israeli Police, but... well, no two days are ever the same there either. I just suppose the work is a lot more, eh" she shrugged and twirled her long fingers. "I don't know, more up-close-and-personal work; tracking, investigating, interviews and paperwork than what we do". She frowned as she recalled why they'd stepped out in the first place. "Well. Maybe not the paperwork..."
Gabby took her order and followed along with Tobias, taking a seat opposite him and leaning back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other as she picked up her muffin and started to peel the wrapper from around the base, her almond-shaped eyes flicking between the sweet treat and her partner as he spoke.
"Hmm," she said, plucking a chunk of the spongy confection off and putting it into her mouth and chewing as she thought. "Well, we always end up where the action is," she reasoned. "And more often then not, with corporate interests in mind, rather than governmental or national ones - though, who knows," she quickly added. "Given we're based in the UK, and the legalities that entails, there's a few places off the list; I doubt we'll be heading to Russia or China anytime soon for example. Or anywhere 'dictatorial'. But that still leaves plenty of hotspots". She ticked off places on her fingers as she set the muffin down and glanced out the plate glass window at the come-and-go of the business park.
"Central Africa, Central or South America, Eastern Europe, or East Asia again. They're all pretty likely".
She sighed and nodded in agreement lifting her cup and taking a sip with a murmur of appreciation at the sweet silkiness of it, though the lava-like temperature ensured it was only a short sip.
"Mmm, got to agree with that," she replied to his comment about staying somewhere longer. "Sitting on a beach, or by a pool in the sun, sipping something with far too much alcohol and fruit in it and watching the world go by from behind a pair of fashionably oversized sunglasses. Sounds glorious," she said with a wistful expression crossing her face.
"Of course," she said with a resigned smirk and another sip of her drink. "More likely, is we'll be going to some rotting industrial craphole to rescue a bunch of idiotic businessmen whose private security went to internet mall ninja training school, and all we'll see if out of the Osprey window and the airport. But" she shrugged. "I'm banking up all my pay for a long, long holiday somewhere".
"Hmm," she said, plucking a chunk of the spongy confection off and putting it into her mouth and chewing as she thought. "Well, we always end up where the action is," she reasoned. "And more often then not, with corporate interests in mind, rather than governmental or national ones - though, who knows," she quickly added. "Given we're based in the UK, and the legalities that entails, there's a few places off the list; I doubt we'll be heading to Russia or China anytime soon for example. Or anywhere 'dictatorial'. But that still leaves plenty of hotspots". She ticked off places on her fingers as she set the muffin down and glanced out the plate glass window at the come-and-go of the business park.
"Central Africa, Central or South America, Eastern Europe, or East Asia again. They're all pretty likely".
She sighed and nodded in agreement lifting her cup and taking a sip with a murmur of appreciation at the sweet silkiness of it, though the lava-like temperature ensured it was only a short sip.
"Mmm, got to agree with that," she replied to his comment about staying somewhere longer. "Sitting on a beach, or by a pool in the sun, sipping something with far too much alcohol and fruit in it and watching the world go by from behind a pair of fashionably oversized sunglasses. Sounds glorious," she said with a wistful expression crossing her face.
"Of course," she said with a resigned smirk and another sip of her drink. "More likely, is we'll be going to some rotting industrial craphole to rescue a bunch of idiotic businessmen whose private security went to internet mall ninja training school, and all we'll see if out of the Osprey window and the airport. But" she shrugged. "I'm banking up all my pay for a long, long holiday somewhere".
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An article: Crime Writer Stuart Woods Claims Women Keep Purses In Their...
And a link to the book on Goodreads: Desperate Measures (Stone Barrington #47) by Stuart Woods.
Jinkies. Well, thanks for the info, haha.
EDIT: Correction, I just recalled that one author who wrote a female character as carrying things such as credit cards in her vagina. That was the silliest shit I've ever read.
I hate myself for wanting to know more, but... what?
So, you're on your first date. No, you're on your second date. The first one went pretty well. They're funny, they have a nice job, they drive a prius (spicy~) and they take you back to their place. Only when you walk in, you see on their living room table, a book. And not just any book. A book by that author.
You know that this relationship just won't work, and you leave immediately. What author is it and why?
Bonus points if it's a certain book too.
Dianetics, by L. Ron Hubbard
The tall Israeli drifted along in Tobias' wake, leaning on the opposite wall of the lift as it took them up from the basement to the main floor of the office, nodding as he spoke.
"I do wonder," she agreed as he made his comment about paperwork. "Half of it does seem like it's there to keep us nearby, rather than doing anything else more," she waved her hands in a circle as the pair crossed the office floor and headed for the buildings' lobby. "...Interesting, I suppose". Gabby cocked her head and listened attentively as he spoke about the unusual realities of their particular profession, and it was a point; theirs was a job like very few others. Even among private military operations, there was little that came close.
"Not just security, I think," she added, stepping through the door to the outside. A glance at the sky made her briefly shake her head in an ironic smirk, black ponytail swinging as she did. The weather and climate couldn't be more different to where they'd been four days prior. She looked back to Tobias as they crossed the car park towards the coffee shop. "All the advanced robotics and exo stuff we're using, as well as our control systems, the force-feedback, all of that side. I bet that will feed back into other technical areas too. Especially since we're 'stress-testing' all of it".
She cut off as they stepped into the inside of the shop. Gabby studied the menu with a frown, hawkish eyes looking eagerly over the sweet treats on the counter, before Tobias' look caught her eye and she gave him a warm smile.
"All right, not going to refuse that," she replied with a nod, waiting as he made his order, before chiming in with her own.
"White chocolate hot chocolate and a double chocolate muffin," she replied with a friendly smile to the barista and a thankful nod to her partner. "And next one's on me, of course," she replied with a grin and stepped to one side for the next customer, folding her powerful arms over her well-padded stomach as she waited for her order.
"I do wonder," she agreed as he made his comment about paperwork. "Half of it does seem like it's there to keep us nearby, rather than doing anything else more," she waved her hands in a circle as the pair crossed the office floor and headed for the buildings' lobby. "...Interesting, I suppose". Gabby cocked her head and listened attentively as he spoke about the unusual realities of their particular profession, and it was a point; theirs was a job like very few others. Even among private military operations, there was little that came close.
"Not just security, I think," she added, stepping through the door to the outside. A glance at the sky made her briefly shake her head in an ironic smirk, black ponytail swinging as she did. The weather and climate couldn't be more different to where they'd been four days prior. She looked back to Tobias as they crossed the car park towards the coffee shop. "All the advanced robotics and exo stuff we're using, as well as our control systems, the force-feedback, all of that side. I bet that will feed back into other technical areas too. Especially since we're 'stress-testing' all of it".
She cut off as they stepped into the inside of the shop. Gabby studied the menu with a frown, hawkish eyes looking eagerly over the sweet treats on the counter, before Tobias' look caught her eye and she gave him a warm smile.
"All right, not going to refuse that," she replied with a nod, waiting as he made his order, before chiming in with her own.
"White chocolate hot chocolate and a double chocolate muffin," she replied with a friendly smile to the barista and a thankful nod to her partner. "And next one's on me, of course," she replied with a grin and stepped to one side for the next customer, folding her powerful arms over her well-padded stomach as she waited for her order.
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