agreed please god do not change the guild’s color scheme
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Keeping an RP alive is as much the players' responsibility as it is the GM's.
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The most important period in an RP's life is when the responses start to slow after the initial honeymoon phase. This is THE deciding time for whether or not an RP dies.
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HELLO MY NAME IS STONE AND I LOVE FANTASY - ALL SORTS OF IT - ALL MY RPs ARE FANTASY
MY FAVORITE KIND IS TECHNOFANTASY, THOUGH. THE KIND WITH SWORDS AND MAGIC AND GUNS AND MONSTERS AND SCIENCE AND SOMETIMES CARS TOO. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH WITH MODERN TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD
OH I LOVE PALADINS TOO. THERE'S NOTHING COOLER THAN A PARAGON OF JUSTICE AND VIRTUE
LIST OF IDIOTS I LOVE INCLUDING DESCRIPTIONS FUCK YOU AVI
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MY FAVORITE KIND IS TECHNOFANTASY, THOUGH. THE KIND WITH SWORDS AND MAGIC AND GUNS AND MONSTERS AND SCIENCE AND SOMETIMES CARS TOO. YOU CAN DO SO MUCH WITH MODERN TECHNOLOGY IN YOUR FANTASY WORLD
OH I LOVE PALADINS TOO. THERE'S NOTHING COOLER THAN A PARAGON OF JUSTICE AND VIRTUE
LIST OF IDIOTS I LOVE INCLUDING DESCRIPTIONS FUCK YOU AVI
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Feel free to spend some time establishing what happened with y'all after the crazy shit that went down.
Post requirements are this: describe either how your character escapes the detectives' notice, or start the interview. The detectives may pull multiple students into the interview room (classroom 114 in the school building), so feel free to coordinate. No need to do the whole thing, but this is a prime opportunity for some interactions or even conflict. No post length requirements, and if you want me or avi to write from the detectives' perspectives, feel free to say so.
Here are some details about the two:
Inspector Jones and Inspector Harris are two detectives from the Missing persons unit in London. They're technically NPCs, but you can have free control of them in your posts as you like. If you're stuck coming up with what they might say, feel free to ask me or avi for some lines.
Inspector Nathan Jones is a bit dense, and has little respect for stuffy officials and meetings. He's originally from the US, but has lived in England for 7 years, so it's not immediately obvious. His favorite pastime is chess. He speaks informally, and is more likely to bend the rules. He may have seen one too many cop shows in his youth in the US, and sometimes needs to be reminded that he's in "real life," in an entirely different country. He has a good sense of character, but tends to let his biases (like his distaste for the upper crust) color his perceptions.
Inspector Diego Harris has been leading his unit for over 15 years. He's seen it all. He's quietly assertive, preferring to let people he's interviewing talk themselves into a corner. He used to be very hotheaded, so he's more tolerant of Jones' bullshit than you might expect. His favorite pastime is football, though he's getting on in years and can't compete as well on the pitch as he used to. He always carries a notepad.
The two have the names and room numbers of every PC that attended the dock meeting, though they don't have the kids' schedules or the like.
Post requirements are this: describe either how your character escapes the detectives' notice, or start the interview. The detectives may pull multiple students into the interview room (classroom 114 in the school building), so feel free to coordinate. No need to do the whole thing, but this is a prime opportunity for some interactions or even conflict. No post length requirements, and if you want me or avi to write from the detectives' perspectives, feel free to say so.
Here are some details about the two:
Inspector Jones and Inspector Harris are two detectives from the Missing persons unit in London. They're technically NPCs, but you can have free control of them in your posts as you like. If you're stuck coming up with what they might say, feel free to ask me or avi for some lines.
Inspector Nathan Jones is a bit dense, and has little respect for stuffy officials and meetings. He's originally from the US, but has lived in England for 7 years, so it's not immediately obvious. His favorite pastime is chess. He speaks informally, and is more likely to bend the rules. He may have seen one too many cop shows in his youth in the US, and sometimes needs to be reminded that he's in "real life," in an entirely different country. He has a good sense of character, but tends to let his biases (like his distaste for the upper crust) color his perceptions.
Inspector Diego Harris has been leading his unit for over 15 years. He's seen it all. He's quietly assertive, preferring to let people he's interviewing talk themselves into a corner. He used to be very hotheaded, so he's more tolerant of Jones' bullshit than you might expect. His favorite pastime is football, though he's getting on in years and can't compete as well on the pitch as he used to. He always carries a notepad.
The two have the names and room numbers of every PC that attended the dock meeting, though they don't have the kids' schedules or the like.
12th update is up. Two month break OVER! We're back to weekly-posting now :D
Details coming in a moment for what this next cycle entails
Details coming in a moment for what this next cycle entails
“This place sucks,” Nathan said, looking up at the carpet of grey converging above. “I’m gonna get an ulcer.”
“The attitude of those administrators certainly wasn’t cheery,” Nathan’s boss, Inspector Diego Harris, retrieved his notepad from within the depths of his coat. “But our job isn’t to complain, Inspector Jones.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just think this whole damn place could be a bit nicer.”
Diego Harris and Nathan Jones were detectives—not the glamorous fictional sort, who went about England whenever they wanted, high on whims and intuition and copious amounts of illicit substances. No, they were detectives of the official kind—of the Missing Persons Unit.
The two stood outside the entrance to HAGAY’s admin office, a featureless brick building shaped like a box. It stood stark from the rest of the campus and its late-19th century Victorian architecture, like a petulant child in the grocery refusing to leave without candy.
“Money’s crazy, huh?” Jones said idly. “They can just call us all the way up from London to look for this girl, and boom, we gotta show up. I didn’t even know they could ask for this kinda thing.”
The inspectors’ division had received instructions to discreetly search for a missing student—a girl by the name of Sofia Wright.
“Leave the background questions for an auditor,” Harris said. “Let’s review our info.”
The two strolled down the courtyard as they talked. Classes for the day were coming to a close, as students went about the grounds, headed back to their dorms or to the various clubs at HAGAY.
“167 cm, medium build, brown hair. No previous run-ins with the law,” Harris said from memory. “Described by the admin as ‘excitable, a bit peppy.’ Last seen on the 15th. Didn’t show up for class the next day. Teachers were a bit concerned, but didn’t say anything. The dorm mother reported her missing when she checked her room on the evening of the 16th.”
“Can we search her room?”
“The dorm mother will have to be with us, but yes, we can.”
Sofia’s room perfectly defined the term ‘organised chaos.’ Numerous notebooks sat on her desk and her wastebasket was stuffed with crumpled origami. Clothes sat on her side table, folded but not tucked away in the dresser. A whiteboard hung from the ceiling, detailing study plans and ideas in illegible handwriting.
The two detectives combed through the notebooks, finding nothing more than standard notes for Sofia’s courses. A search through the dressers and desk yielded just as little.
Thankfully, the wastebasket held some recourse—a crumpled origami frog, detailing a clandestine meeting on the pier at night, held the week prior. Further examination revealed another crumpled sheet—the girl had some investigation notes of her own, listing some students’ names and their room numbers.
“Maive… Orlando… Daniel…” Jones muttered as he read the list.
“The meeting time matches up with the time range of disappearance,” Harris cross checked his notes. “Come on—we’ve got some kids to grill.”
11th update is up. Next post on the 5th of April. Answer questions, get your last thoughts and interactions in before heading back to the real world by then.
As for Victor, however, he found himself once again soaring through dark skies above an endless ocean. Still, a bone-chilling cold ached through his soul, and he saw the same vision again, of a raft on the waves.
However, the valet was conspicuously absent from the raft—the same man he'd seen before that very evening. He'd try to call out, but no voice emanated from his lungs. Only the roar of the high seas sounded out in that world between worlds.
When he washed ashore once again, Victor found himself about as dry as he was before he jumped in. Things had clearly changed in his absence. Maive looked bruised to hell and back, and was collapsed facedown on the ground. A few members had disappeared from the island—Sofia, Frankie, Victoria, and Verity were all absent.
He arrived just in time to hear Daniel's question.
"...Did anyone see where Sofia fell?"
However, the valet was conspicuously absent from the raft—the same man he'd seen before that very evening. He'd try to call out, but no voice emanated from his lungs. Only the roar of the high seas sounded out in that world between worlds.
When he washed ashore once again, Victor found himself about as dry as he was before he jumped in. Things had clearly changed in his absence. Maive looked bruised to hell and back, and was collapsed facedown on the ground. A few members had disappeared from the island—Sofia, Frankie, Victoria, and Verity were all absent.
He arrived just in time to hear Daniel's question.
"...Did anyone see where Sofia fell?"
Those who entered the spring on the island found themselves in the school restrooms, on the second floor of the main building, soaked in seawater and sand. It'd be a hell of a night getting back to their bed, but given enough effort, carefulness, and stealth maneuvers that would make even Solid Snake blush, they'd make it.
Discord RP is superb for 1x1s or really small groups. Like @TGM said, it's all about the people in the thing, but I find that it being a chat platform "allows" for more variance in post length, which I massively prefer. Not every post needs to be long, and when doing dialogue with a 1x1 partner, discord RP's use of message exchanges really makes things flow well.
Post length reqs or whatnot are a non-issue if you curate your group well.
Also, I never understood why people thing the character limit is an issue. Long posts can be split up into multiple messages, just use a new message like paragraph break (WHICH YOU SHOULD BE DOING ANYWAY IN A LONG POST)
Post length reqs or whatnot are a non-issue if you curate your group well.
Also, I never understood why people thing the character limit is an issue. Long posts can be split up into multiple messages, just use a new message like paragraph break (WHICH YOU SHOULD BE DOING ANYWAY IN A LONG POST)
Tenth post is up. Next update is on the 29th.
Back on the island, the buzz of insects resumed. In the frog’s rampage, most of the island’s plant life had been devastated—flattened or torn from their roots.
Looking at the ocean wasn’t giving the group as much of a headache as before, but there was still a sense of discomfort every time they glanced at its depths.
Sofia was nowhere to be seen. No struggling about, no flailing in the water, nothing. No signs of anyone drowning. And still no sign of Victor, either.
Looking at the ocean wasn’t giving the group as much of a headache as before, but there was still a sense of discomfort every time they glanced at its depths.
Sofia was nowhere to be seen. No struggling about, no flailing in the water, nothing. No signs of anyone drowning. And still no sign of Victor, either.
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