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People should join this; it's going to be really, really fun. Trust me.
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10 people on the entire ship, the ship we're going to be using isn't exactly a high-tech cruise ship. A small crew, and we focus on quality and character development over numbers.
10 people on the entire ship, the ship we're going to be using isn't exactly a high-tech cruise ship. A small crew, and we focus on quality and character development over numbers.
Feigling said
Been feeling a tad under the weather, thanks for asking. Collab is still underway - doesn't help I'm the active character and the other two are reactive. Damn slaves - always waiting on permission do the littlest of things.SHOW SOME INITITAVE, DAMNIT!
12 does nothing without permission!
Hope you start feeling better, Feig, your tall winged slave would hug you if she wasn't afraid of your characters. <3
#NotDead
Still working on our wee little (very big) collab! I'll have a post up by tomorrow morning, Feig and Metronome. We've just hit the issue - three people, one bath.
12 has little to no quarrels about the ol' carrot and spuds bobbing around the place (nor does she worry about her parts being shown) but I'll keep the nekkid descriptions brief to save the delicate sensitivities.
Still working on our wee little (very big) collab! I'll have a post up by tomorrow morning, Feig and Metronome. We've just hit the issue - three people, one bath.
12 has little to no quarrels about the ol' carrot and spuds bobbing around the place (nor does she worry about her parts being shown) but I'll keep the nekkid descriptions brief to save the delicate sensitivities.
IncredibleBee said
It's probably like 20:00 since most people are headed to be IC. Also, time progression is kinda subjective; it should be based on what's happened. So far we've talked for what'd be about an hour or two at most IC.
Huh, I thought the last call for the jolly hippogriff would be a bit later, hence the assumption. Yeah, time progression is very difficult to pull off but so far we have it - even if it is merely a day-night cycle.
Argh, if I knew all manner of hell was to be released then I wouldn't have started the collab. Sorry, metro and Feig! I'm going to assume that the trio dont hear the chaos from the pub since they're at home.
Bing, dearest, I would love you forever if you kept the whole 'time' progression alive. I think its late night or early morning.
Bing, dearest, I would love you forever if you kept the whole 'time' progression alive. I think its late night or early morning.
Feigling said
Seconded. Not the running up and down the halls bit, though...
Making the collab right now.
EDIT: Finished the collab's intro post, going to bed. Secondary vivid mental image of the real reason Lucien doesn't leave his office at night - HE RUNS AROUND THE ROOM IN CIRCLES TURNING THE LIGHTS ON AND OFF.
Goodnight, everyone!
The walls, suprisingly, were devoid of paintings or decoration, save a few lamps that lit up automatically when Lucien walked past.
VIVID MENTAL IMAGE OF 12 RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE HALLS JUST TO SEE THE LIGHTS TURN ON AND OFF.
EDIT: I vote a 3-way collab with Metronome, Feig and I - so that Rose doesn't get left out. The slaves need tending to (I plan for 12 to get a bath somehow but probably not get even half of the dirt out in one bath, so that Elric can be called to action the next day) plus we can all say hi properly.
12 stared at Lucien as she was assigned a name. Silly master...giving things names makes you attached to them. You shouldn't get attached to a woman who is actively plotting her escape. But, admittedly, there was something pitiful about Lucien that made 12 smile - and she did owe him one for saving his life, at the very least. No chains but bound by a debt. Still a slave. Still 12, just with a different name. "Srraaarah." purred 12. It didn't sound as good as how Lucien said it.
Well, 12 was actually mildly surprised when Lucien managed to see past her guise and opted to avoid prying into her life. Usually, she got beaten for that. Then again, Lucien was obviously a novice in the slave-trade business, and 12 didn't feel it was necessary to teach him how to look after 12 properly if it avoided a boot to the face.
Each and every time lightning flashed and thunder roared, 12 would jump out of her skin. Her wings twitched, she'd stumble and throw her hands up protectively over her face. Lucien said something about an Estemere storm....Estemere...was that where she was? Estemere? She didn't know where that was at all, how can one return to Sudal from Estemere?
As the night paced on, 12 folded her wings in and tried to wrap them around her as much as possible. Clearly, a potato-sack/dress combo wasn't the best insulator and she didn't have nearly enough meat on her bones to shrug off the cold. If it was this bad in this Estemere place, 12 wondered what her next stop would've meant for her...she didn't have to think for a long time. Death. She would've died in the cold.
As the pair turned a corner, a scantily clad redhead in nothing but a corset and a little ruffled skirt came rushing up to Lucien, yelling something that 12 missed because she was too busy thinking. Was that the -other- female entertainer? She certainly looked the part. Was she about to step into a harem? 12 couldn't make out Lucien's intentions at all now, but her train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the man at the other end of the street.
she knew this man. She was in chains next to him, cramped up in the dark. He was stubborn, and never cracked a smile, but 12 was comforted by his heritage. There was something distinctly Sudalian about him that reminded 12 of home, and she always shuffled ever-so-slightly closer to him than the other man next to her because it was nice to be able to see a manifestation of her beautiful warm deserts in such a cold, plant-infested country.
Poor guy got himself into a harem, thought 12. She followed the Sudalian and Lucien indoors.
Well, 12 was actually mildly surprised when Lucien managed to see past her guise and opted to avoid prying into her life. Usually, she got beaten for that. Then again, Lucien was obviously a novice in the slave-trade business, and 12 didn't feel it was necessary to teach him how to look after 12 properly if it avoided a boot to the face.
Each and every time lightning flashed and thunder roared, 12 would jump out of her skin. Her wings twitched, she'd stumble and throw her hands up protectively over her face. Lucien said something about an Estemere storm....Estemere...was that where she was? Estemere? She didn't know where that was at all, how can one return to Sudal from Estemere?
As the night paced on, 12 folded her wings in and tried to wrap them around her as much as possible. Clearly, a potato-sack/dress combo wasn't the best insulator and she didn't have nearly enough meat on her bones to shrug off the cold. If it was this bad in this Estemere place, 12 wondered what her next stop would've meant for her...she didn't have to think for a long time. Death. She would've died in the cold.
As the pair turned a corner, a scantily clad redhead in nothing but a corset and a little ruffled skirt came rushing up to Lucien, yelling something that 12 missed because she was too busy thinking. Was that the -other- female entertainer? She certainly looked the part. Was she about to step into a harem? 12 couldn't make out Lucien's intentions at all now, but her train of thought was interrupted by the sight of the man at the other end of the street.
she knew this man. She was in chains next to him, cramped up in the dark. He was stubborn, and never cracked a smile, but 12 was comforted by his heritage. There was something distinctly Sudalian about him that reminded 12 of home, and she always shuffled ever-so-slightly closer to him than the other man next to her because it was nice to be able to see a manifestation of her beautiful warm deserts in such a cold, plant-infested country.
Poor guy got himself into a harem, thought 12. She followed the Sudalian and Lucien indoors.
Feigling said
Weak ending? Yup. I'm really tired...Feel free to describe Lucien's manor/Rosa's reaction to giant winged birdy creature if you want. You have my written permission to control Rosa as though she was your own character, just this once.
I'll keep that permission for you and you only; I'm guessing you did what I did, which is write a post and slooowly deteriorate over time.
I know that feeling, that happens a LOT for me. xD
EDIT: Posteeeed. 12 thinks she got herself in a harem.
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