If I can give an opinion, one reason for inactivity may be because at the moment, there is really no guiding force to push us forward other than whatever personal goals we have set for our characters, some of which are difficult to justify jumping into social situations with others. All the characters are fresh *I assume anyway* so even the players are unsure of their own creations at the moment, which is usually what happens in the beginning of RPs.
That's my thought on the matter at least. You could try giving everyone a reason to gather, or something to push forward. In a lot of Harvest Moon games, the Mayor took the new guy around the town on a tour to meet everyone. That could help stimulate some interaction with everyone.
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SanaChan said
XD I'll try to keep my responses to a minimum of a good sized paragraph to give plenty of stuff to reply to. If you're just like "Wtf am I supposed to with that?" tell me and I'll try reshaping my responses until something clicks. Kay? kay.
I don't see how the two non talkative characters could possibly be difficult to work with.
Response was good, I can work with it. :)
I leave an impact wherever I go.
Usually the impact is on the nervous or circulatory system but I'll take what I can get.
Usually the impact is on the nervous or circulatory system but I'll take what I can get.
*shoves Alex against another character* Interaction, go.
Alex stared at the plate. Juice and...'french toast' or what Joel decided to make. The doctor sighed as the priest left, shutting his book. Picking up one piece of the bread, he took a nibble. It was tasty, had to admit. But Alex almost never ate in the morning, couldn't handle it. He instead put the plate in his fridge, it'd be useful as lunch. Crap, he would need to thank Joel at some point...which would reinforce his behavior. Social obligation was a nightmarish circle.
As he sluggishly wandered around his house, getting ready and dressing, he slowly drained the cranberry juice. As Alex adjusted his tie and straightened his cuffs, he slid one hand through his nest of hair. It took ten minutes or so to tame the scarlet locks, but the doctor was rather proud of them. Despite that many people assumed he was a woman from behind...and occasionally from the front. He grabbed a bag of reddish powder, a concentrated form of stomach medicine with a touch of pain reliever. Essentially, a useful hangover remedy that Alex stumbled across during his intern years, it worked exceptionally well for even the worst of regretful mornings. Alex had gotten into the habit of simply making a batch for the town's usually heavily inebriated bartender Nuka and delivering it directly during his errands. It was much easier than having her make the trudge to his clinic almost every morning with a powerful migraine. The doctor headed outside, making a beeline for the bar, brow furrowed in his trademark constant look of sheer annoyance.
He opened the door to Nuka's Bar, giving a nod to the woman behind the counter as he trudged over. Neither were morning people, it was one of the few things Alex could say he connected to someone else with. He plonked the bag down in front of her, stifling a powerful yawn and the urge to fall asleep at one of the tables. He knew no body would come in to bother him if fell asleep in there, at least not this early. He adjusted his tie, eyes roaming the bar as he spoke in his usual dead, slightly irritated voice.
"I see you're up far earlier than you'd care to be, Nuka. My alarm was a thesaurus in priest's clothing, what forced you awake at this...unflinchingly bright morning."
Yet again, his tone seemed less questioning and more like a flat statement as his green eyes centered on the bartender.
As he sluggishly wandered around his house, getting ready and dressing, he slowly drained the cranberry juice. As Alex adjusted his tie and straightened his cuffs, he slid one hand through his nest of hair. It took ten minutes or so to tame the scarlet locks, but the doctor was rather proud of them. Despite that many people assumed he was a woman from behind...and occasionally from the front. He grabbed a bag of reddish powder, a concentrated form of stomach medicine with a touch of pain reliever. Essentially, a useful hangover remedy that Alex stumbled across during his intern years, it worked exceptionally well for even the worst of regretful mornings. Alex had gotten into the habit of simply making a batch for the town's usually heavily inebriated bartender Nuka and delivering it directly during his errands. It was much easier than having her make the trudge to his clinic almost every morning with a powerful migraine. The doctor headed outside, making a beeline for the bar, brow furrowed in his trademark constant look of sheer annoyance.
He opened the door to Nuka's Bar, giving a nod to the woman behind the counter as he trudged over. Neither were morning people, it was one of the few things Alex could say he connected to someone else with. He plonked the bag down in front of her, stifling a powerful yawn and the urge to fall asleep at one of the tables. He knew no body would come in to bother him if fell asleep in there, at least not this early. He adjusted his tie, eyes roaming the bar as he spoke in his usual dead, slightly irritated voice.
"I see you're up far earlier than you'd care to be, Nuka. My alarm was a thesaurus in priest's clothing, what forced you awake at this...unflinchingly bright morning."
Yet again, his tone seemed less questioning and more like a flat statement as his green eyes centered on the bartender.
Just have Ego describe it or Eika hijacks her eyeballs or something.
Eika: Do it Id.
Id: It's not going-
Eika: I SAID DO IT!
Id: ....Hunter...I believe your butt is bruised, would you take your pants off....
Ego: Woop woop!
Eika: Do it Id.
Id: It's not going-
Eika: I SAID DO IT!
Id: ....Hunter...I believe your butt is bruised, would you take your pants off....
Ego: Woop woop!
And Eika was forever sad she had no sight as Hunter becomes the first character to officially strip off a piece of clothing.
Hunter had instinctively reached for his pistol when Steve's voice caught him off guard. He was jumpy...he took a breath, quickly moving the hand to make a wave at the boy.
"Hey Jelly. Nothing much, a few pistols, mostly ammo. You know they don't keep anything heavy around."
It was true. In fact, he was pretty sure his barrett was the heaviest non-magical firearm on the school grounds, and the academy didn't even provide it to him, but rather his family had. Military relatives had some nice perks. The sniper considered handing Steve a pistol as a sidearm, then thought about it for a moment. The boy was timid, afraid of blood, and had an imp that was just as likely to suggest getting ice cream as she was mass genocide. This boy would never carry a gun, of that Hunter was sure. He shifted the ammo box.
"Steve, do me a favor: Under no circumstances are you to take a gun without some training."
The boy pointed at Rai.
"No matter what she says. Okay? Also, feeling better now?"
Hunter headed back to the commons with the boy, dumping his ammo boxes into a corner with a slight frown. The strap had reopened the shoulder bite. Jace was sprawled over a couch, his familiars all around him. Cara passed by, looking distracted as she dumped two bags onto the ground and headed to the kitchen. Hunter's eyes flicked to Eika, with Ego and Id around her as the juggernaut knight thing sank into the ground. His thoughts turned to Voracia. He was still too weak to summon her...she would pout. She would be angry that he sent her away. And if she saw that he HAD been injured...well...
"-so you needn't worry over it in the next situation."
Hunter blinked, finally realizing Id was talking to him about his shoulder. She was holding a feather up that was giving off a warmth. Hunter nodded, sitting down on one of the chairs and removing his shirt to give better access to the wound. It had been right on the back of his shoulder, and as he turned his back to Id so she could treat him, he became keenly aware of just how frikkin cold it was in the room. Large bruises covered his back, many hidden by a large ornate rune circle tattoo that dominated most of his back. But he was too tired to care at this point, pulling his backpack up with his knees and reaching in to pull out an energy bar.
"...anyone need some food? I've got some more in here...normally I save it for Voracia, but in this situation, I don't think she'll mind."
"Hey Jelly. Nothing much, a few pistols, mostly ammo. You know they don't keep anything heavy around."
It was true. In fact, he was pretty sure his barrett was the heaviest non-magical firearm on the school grounds, and the academy didn't even provide it to him, but rather his family had. Military relatives had some nice perks. The sniper considered handing Steve a pistol as a sidearm, then thought about it for a moment. The boy was timid, afraid of blood, and had an imp that was just as likely to suggest getting ice cream as she was mass genocide. This boy would never carry a gun, of that Hunter was sure. He shifted the ammo box.
"Steve, do me a favor: Under no circumstances are you to take a gun without some training."
The boy pointed at Rai.
"No matter what she says. Okay? Also, feeling better now?"
Hunter headed back to the commons with the boy, dumping his ammo boxes into a corner with a slight frown. The strap had reopened the shoulder bite. Jace was sprawled over a couch, his familiars all around him. Cara passed by, looking distracted as she dumped two bags onto the ground and headed to the kitchen. Hunter's eyes flicked to Eika, with Ego and Id around her as the juggernaut knight thing sank into the ground. His thoughts turned to Voracia. He was still too weak to summon her...she would pout. She would be angry that he sent her away. And if she saw that he HAD been injured...well...
"-so you needn't worry over it in the next situation."
Hunter blinked, finally realizing Id was talking to him about his shoulder. She was holding a feather up that was giving off a warmth. Hunter nodded, sitting down on one of the chairs and removing his shirt to give better access to the wound. It had been right on the back of his shoulder, and as he turned his back to Id so she could treat him, he became keenly aware of just how frikkin cold it was in the room. Large bruises covered his back, many hidden by a large ornate rune circle tattoo that dominated most of his back. But he was too tired to care at this point, pulling his backpack up with his knees and reaching in to pull out an energy bar.
"...anyone need some food? I've got some more in here...normally I save it for Voracia, but in this situation, I don't think she'll mind."
My character is specifically designed to be able to be shoved into any situation with any character, entirely because I don't want any excuse of "I don't have a reason to be involved" so that should give you an idea of how I work. I'll be next to you guys as well.
The clinic was silent for a moment after the knock, before becoming alive with the sounds of grumbling, rustling, and thumping. Shortly afterwards, the door flung open, nearly clipping the priest in the head as he focused on his basket. Alex's sullen eyes glared down at the blond man, seeming to have just awakened from a deep sleep. His usually rather wild hair was nothing short of spectacular, a fiery explosion of red going in all directions as a huge yawn escaped the doctor's lips.
"Joel, what part of 'don't be my alarm clock' was so hard to grasp?"
The doctor trundled back into the clinic, a baggy green hooded sweater pulled over his thin frame as he sat down on an overstuffed arm chair, fingers on temples as he contemplated going back to sleep. He knew the priest would enter the house, ignore his complaints, begin making something that was nothing even remotely close to what could be considered breakfast *except in obscure European nations*, and strike up a conversation. It almost seemed like the man believed it was a mission straight from the Harvest Goddess to push the doctor to his mental limits.
The clinic itself was divided into two parts. The entry lead to a pair of stairs in the back, which rose up to become the actual clinic itself. Clean, orderly, pristine. A few paintings here and there, since a few patients said the actual examination room felt...cold. The lower half was Alex's home, an older looking home crammed full of notebooks, stray papers, jars of medicine and anatomical diagrams. Medical textbooks littered the entire area. His bed was the only flat surface not dominated by notes and papers detailing medical conditions and observations he's made from various experiments. In one corner, an overgrown plant with blue flowers stretched towards the window. The doctor's kitchen was cramped, and Alex's eyes stared sullenly at the priest as he set about the task of making the already horrendous act of being awake in the morning aggravating through an unbearably overpowering sense of confidence and optimism.
"....just cranberry juice for me, you always make something weird and intense for breakfast..."
The doctor reached one hand out, grabbing a worn out notebook. His planner and schedule. He went over the appointments he had for the day, quirking a brow when he saw just one afternoon check up. Then the list of medicinal deliveries. Cold medicine here...vitamins there...the regular hang over remedy for Nuka....a side note caught his eye.
"Social Obligation: Meet new farmer."
He grimaced at the thought. But the town was close knit, and farmers were notorious for getting hurt and overworking themselves. Best he make contact now to make sure the new citizen didn't make his situation worse by avoiding him out of shyness or...some other weird emotion Alex didn't understand. The green eyes flicked up to Joel, who had been monologuing for some time now. Alex learned early to ignore most of his spiels.
"The new farmer's first official day is today isn't it."
The remark was less a question, more a statement to stop whatever highly descriptive speech the priest was in the middle of.
"Joel, what part of 'don't be my alarm clock' was so hard to grasp?"
The doctor trundled back into the clinic, a baggy green hooded sweater pulled over his thin frame as he sat down on an overstuffed arm chair, fingers on temples as he contemplated going back to sleep. He knew the priest would enter the house, ignore his complaints, begin making something that was nothing even remotely close to what could be considered breakfast *except in obscure European nations*, and strike up a conversation. It almost seemed like the man believed it was a mission straight from the Harvest Goddess to push the doctor to his mental limits.
The clinic itself was divided into two parts. The entry lead to a pair of stairs in the back, which rose up to become the actual clinic itself. Clean, orderly, pristine. A few paintings here and there, since a few patients said the actual examination room felt...cold. The lower half was Alex's home, an older looking home crammed full of notebooks, stray papers, jars of medicine and anatomical diagrams. Medical textbooks littered the entire area. His bed was the only flat surface not dominated by notes and papers detailing medical conditions and observations he's made from various experiments. In one corner, an overgrown plant with blue flowers stretched towards the window. The doctor's kitchen was cramped, and Alex's eyes stared sullenly at the priest as he set about the task of making the already horrendous act of being awake in the morning aggravating through an unbearably overpowering sense of confidence and optimism.
"....just cranberry juice for me, you always make something weird and intense for breakfast..."
The doctor reached one hand out, grabbing a worn out notebook. His planner and schedule. He went over the appointments he had for the day, quirking a brow when he saw just one afternoon check up. Then the list of medicinal deliveries. Cold medicine here...vitamins there...the regular hang over remedy for Nuka....a side note caught his eye.
"Social Obligation: Meet new farmer."
He grimaced at the thought. But the town was close knit, and farmers were notorious for getting hurt and overworking themselves. Best he make contact now to make sure the new citizen didn't make his situation worse by avoiding him out of shyness or...some other weird emotion Alex didn't understand. The green eyes flicked up to Joel, who had been monologuing for some time now. Alex learned early to ignore most of his spiels.
"The new farmer's first official day is today isn't it."
The remark was less a question, more a statement to stop whatever highly descriptive speech the priest was in the middle of.
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