OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sun May 29, 2011 10:07 pm
Another redo
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 21:01 --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 21:01 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: hey
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## welcome *ack ##
HH: thanks
HH: um
HH: so
HH: we need to talk
HH: about that thing
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: are you near lomag?
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## yeah im in low or*it ##
HH: okay
PS: ## should i meet you somewhere or you comin to the ship? ##
HH: i just asked ly to shove off for a while, so we shouldn't have any interruptions
HH: from trolls at least
HH: i'm at my house
PS: ## okay ##
HH: if you could come by
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## *e there in a *it ##
PS: ## //timeskip ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] knocks --
PS: ## Eris? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] opens the door --
PS: ## *wuh? ##
HH: sorry, i got caught on the table
HH: what?
PS: ## is that ##
HH: oh
PS: ## uh ##
HH: my jumpsuit got wrecked
HH: i was trying to make a new one, but i grabbed the wrong disc
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] blushes --
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## heh ##
HH: you got here faster than i thought
PS: ## just ##
HH: didn't have time to change
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## never imagined you for the dress type ##
HH: only outfit i had that wasn't ripped
HH: i look like a twit
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## uh ##
PS: ## i mean yeah the dress is kinda ##
PS: ## well hell youve seen the show ##
PS: ## screw it shutting up ##
HH: come in, i made tea
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: feel free to sit anywhere
PS: ## kay ##
HH: between the imps and the frills, i'm surprised there's any furniture left
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hands Evan a mug --
HH: careful, it's hot
PS: ## sis managed to get sturdy stuff despite it lookin fancy? ##
HH: apparently
HH: so
HH: you're sure?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: hundred percent?
PS: ## checked the charts twice and got a troll to confirm it to *oot ##
HH: i see...
PS: ## she said she wouldnt talk ##
HH: that's nice of her
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] stares at his drink --
HH: i've been thinking about it
HH: well, not as much as i should've
HH: busy with dullahan and all
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: and
PS: ## yeah me too ##
HH: well
HH: i don't know if it's really my call
HH: you actually saw it
HH: for all i know, you feel completely different
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] stares at her mug --
HH: i don't want to force you into anything you're not comfortable with
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: or out of it
HH: whichever
PS: ## i guess ##
PS: ## jesus ##
PS: ## what i really want is for this game to die in a fire ##
HH: heh...
HH: see, i tried that
HH: you all took it badly
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## its just ##
PS: ## i cant ##
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## its ##
PS: ## ... ##
HH: evan
HH: are you all right?
PS: ## screw it ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] kisses hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] drops her mug --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] wraps her arms around petrifiedSeeker [PS] and returns the kiss --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] holds her close --
PS: ## fuck the la* ##
PS: ## fuck the rules ##
PS: ## this game took everythin from us ##
PS: ## the whole damn world ##
PS: ## its time we got to keep somethin we want ##
PS: ## we *oth had to die to get this far ##
PS: ## like hell im *ackin out now ##
HH: i'll never see you as a brother anyway
HH: fifteen years, i never met you
HH: how am i supposed to think of you like that?
PS: ## yeah exactly ##
HH: =)
PS: ## :] ##
HH: thank you
PS: ## dont gotta ##
HH: so
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## now what? ##
HH: well, i know i'd like to get out of this dress
HH: ...
HH: um
HH: let me rephrase that
PS: ## heh... ##
HH: dullahan tore my dresden duster to shreds, and everything else i have to wear got wrecked as well
HH: i need to make a new outfit
HH: because i am not fighting jeanne in this
PS: ## right ##
PS: ## um ##
HH: and i don't want to go back to the god hood unless i have to
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## uh ##
PS: ## im guessin just remakin stuff from *efore is out ##
HH: well, i died in one, found sis dead in another...
PS: ## gotcha ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] stands and offers her a hand up --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes it --
HH: why, thank you, captain tightpants
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## sadly this is no shindig ##
HH: heh
HH: come on, then
PS: ## yeah ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] leads the way to her room --
PS: ## whatre we s- ##
HH: so help me find something to start with
HH: ev?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] stops and stares at the walls for a few moments --
HH: hey
HH: evan
PS: ## huh? ##
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## sorry ##
HH: something wrong?
PS: ## jsut ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## i mean its kinda pretty ##
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## yknow ##
HH: oh
HH: the flowers
PS: ## not what i expected ##
HH: well, not as impressive as your music
PS: ## heh... ##
HH: i didn't expect 'em either
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smiles slightly --
HH: cecily and i used to garden
HH: one of the few things we did together
HH: guess i liked it more than i wanted to admit
PS: ## huh ##
PS: ## never got to see anythin like that ##
PS: ## livin in the city in a apartment ##
HH: that's a shame
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## may*e when this is all over ##
PS: ## you can show me? ##
HH: i'd love to
PS: ## do we all have stuff on our walls like this? ##
PS: ## you saw mine, and this here, and well shea had stuff on hers ##
HH: well
HH: i didn't see any on matt's
PS: ## you *een through rick or joans place and looked? ##
HH: no
HH: but it wouldn't surprise me if they had something on their walls
PS: ## whats it mean? its gotta *e important somehow ##
PS: ## everythin in this game somehow is ##
HH: i don't know
HH: but it might be a code of some sort
HH: sequences of four
HH: you had notes
HH: i have flowers
HH: what did shea have?
PS: ## just letters, and some doodles ##
HH: letters?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## h o m e ##
HH: ...
HH: remind me to give her a hug the next time i see her
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: this game's hit her hardest, hasn't it
PS: ## i think so... ##
PS: ## right, we *etter get to what we were doin ##
HH: mhm
HH: so, um, just feel free to poke around
HH: holler if you get an idea
PS: ## sure ##
PS: ## i guess ill start with this *ookshelf ##
PS: ## oh hey i havent read these ##
HH: hm?
PS: ## 'codex alera' whatre these a*out? ##
HH: roman influenced high fantasy
HH: pretty good
PS: ## hm ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] adds it to the pile --
HH: thinking i've done enough damage on firefly
HH: last time i tried it, i ended up with this mess
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## hmm ##
PS: ## more doctor stuff ##
PS: ## hhg... discworld... sandman... ##
HH: toss me one of the doctor whos, might be worth it
PS: ## sure ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] adds it to the pile --
PS: ## 2001... dune... ringworld, havent read that either ##
PS: ## say somethin if you hear somethin interestin ##
PS: ## heh star wars ##
HH: hm?
PS: ## star wars ##
HH: what about it?
PS: ## is the expanded u stuff any good? ##
HH: i dunno
HH: sis bought em for me, never got around to reading
PS: ## heh ##
HH: let me guess
HH: you wanted me to make a leia costume
PS: ## hah ##
PS: ## and heres where i prove im the *iggest nerd ##
HH: ...you did?
PS: ## if i wanted you in a leia costume itd *e the *adass hunter uniform from return of the jedi, not the ja**a thing ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] picks up the pile and heads over to the alchimeter --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
HH: you may be a nerd, but you're my nerd
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] turns red --
PS: ## thanks ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the hug --
HH: don't have to say it
PS: ## well... ##
PS: ## whatcha wanna try first? ##
HH: only got two options, doesn't really matter
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hands her the Doctor Who book --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] makes the TARDISUIT --
HH: hm
HH: not sure about that one
HH: let's try the other
PS: ## k ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hands over the Codex Alera book --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] makes the FURY LEGIONNARMOR --
HH: ha!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] equips the FURY LEGIONNARMOR --
HH: what do you think?
PS: ## i like, looks kinda sparticus *adass ##
HH: excellent
HH: i think i'm good on clothes for now
PS: ## ok ##
HH: so, then, what did you want to do now?
PS: ## i dont really have any plans right now ##
PS: ## gotta deal with eligor eventually ##
PS: ## *ut hes not goin anywhere ##
HH: well, there's a couple things we could do in that case
PS: ## im open to suggestions ##
PS: ## :] ##
HH: on the one hand, i could show you around lomag
HH: on the other, we could stay here
PS: ## whichevers good *y you ##
HH: it's your call
PS: ## well... ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes petrifiedSeeker]'s [PS's] hand --
PS: ## how a*out the tour, then head *ack here after? ##
HH: sure...
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes her hand --
PS: ## well... lead on ##
HH: right this way
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 22:06 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon May 30, 2011 12:07 am
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:28 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at 23:02 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering rapturousAutonomy [RA] at 23:35 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Do you have a moment?
SP: I can talk and chase frogs at the same time if that is your mean-ing.
SP: What is on your mind?
HH: Well.
HH: I've found something a bit perrplexing.
SP: How so?
HH: Forr starrterrs, you arre currrrently a grrub crrawling on my head.
SP: ... what?
HH: My thoughts exactly.
SP: I have not been a grub for over six sweeps, Sig-run.
HH: Norr have I, yet I see myself as well.
HH: All of us.
SP: What.
HH: I don't know.
SP: Please ex-plain.
SP: How can you be see-ing your-self as a grub?
HH: I believe it was this machine.
SP: Did you find a re-cord-ing?
HH: No.
HH: A rrecorrding would make sense.
HH: I was explorring my Land and found myself in this laborratorry.
HH: I prressed some buttons.
HH: It seems we werre not borrn of the Motherr Grrub, Lygarra.
SP: So...
SP: You are say-ing we were cre-at-ed of clone tech-nol-o-gy, no dif-fer-ent than these frogs.
HH: Not prrecisely.
HH: I cerrtainly cannot jump like a frrog.
HH: And
HH: it isn't just us.
HH: I see twelve wrrigglerrs, Lygarra.
SP: Twelve!?
HH: Yes.
SP: Un-mer-ci-ful an-ces-tors...
SP: But
SP: If two are you and I....
HH: I think that is corrrrect, Lygarra.
SP: Four must be the o-thers, by log-i-cal ex-ten-sion, yes?
HH: Yes.
SP: But the o-ther six?
HH: As you said.
HH: Unmerrciful ancestorrs.
SP: o_o
HH: If the monitorr display was corrrrect...
HH: None of them looked like us. Too old.
SP: But
SP: Why?
HH: I don't know.
HH: I don't underrstand any of this.
HH: I don't know why I had to come herre, but it feels as though I did.
SP: Des-tin-y?
HH: And I don't like what this implies.
SP: I do not care for the i-de-a that all our act-ions are so pre-scrip-ted.
HH: About us orr about Sgrrub.
SP: What will you do?
HH: I will take a minute to compose myself.
HH: And rreturrn to the game.
HH: I am not surre whetherr I should tell the otherrs.
SP: Why not?
HH: Lygarra, would you believe me werre I not yourr moirrail?
SP: I would.
SP: You have giv-en no rea-son why I should think you prone to de-cep-tion.
HH: I'm not cerrtain I would believe me.
HH: This is something out of fiction.
SP: What of S-grub is not?
HH: A valid concerrn.
HH: Thank you.
SP: Good for-tune, Sig-run.
HH: I don't know what I'd do without you.
SP: Like-wise.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] ceased pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:49 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at 23:02 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Forraii.
SF: Zigroon!
HH: Arre you busy?
SF: Nah, I am joozt chilling here
HH: All rright.
SF: Did yoo need zomething?
HH: Just a question.
HH: Why do you disguise yourr caste?
SF: Excooze me?
SF: What do yoo mean by dizgooize?
HH: Is it Virrcen's influence?
HH: Yourr blood is orrange.
HH: You wearr grreen.
SF: Yez
SF: Zo?
HH: I was just currious.
SF: Green iz a cool color
SF: Boot I don't know what that haz to do with my blood
HH: Most trrolls use theirr blood colorr in everrything.
HH: I was wonderring if therre was any rreason you didn't.
SF: Oh, I get it now
SF: I have to ooze orange inztead of green, yez?
HH: No, you don't have to.
SF: Boot yoo zaid mozt trollz ooze their blood color
HH: Most.
HH: Not all.
HH: I had actually wonderred if it was Virrcen's influence.
SF: Oh I zee
SF: Virzen hidez hiz blood too
SF: I waz wondering why he waz gray
HH: You didn't know?
SF: No
SF: I joozt thought he waz gray
HH: No, he isn't.
SF: Oh okay
SF: Wait
SF: Zo yoo know what color he iz then?
HH: Yes.
SF: What iz it?
HH: I can't tell you that.
HH: I didn't mean to be rrude, asking you.
HH: I was just somewhat surrprrised.
SF: It'z okay, no offenze waz taken
SF: Boot now yoo got me coorioos
HH: Hm?
SF: No one elze knowz Virzen's blood, right?
HH: No.
SF: Zo how do yoo know?
HH: The same way I know about yourrs.
HH: I seem to have taken on the rrole of the Motherr Grrub herre.
HH: I am surrrrounded by wrrigglerrs, and I am fairrly cerrtain they arre us.
SF: ]:o
SF: Zo yoo are the one who birthed ooz?
HH: It would seem so.
SF: I did not think zooch a thing waz pozzible
HH: Neitherr did I.
SF: Yoo are oor Mother, Zigroon
SF: That meanz yoo have aoothority over ooz
HH: Um.
HH: I had not thought of it that way.
SF: It woold only make zenze
SF: Az the Mother, yoo are the one who carez for ooz
SF: Zo we zhoold treat yoo with the highezt level of rezpect
SF: And lizten to yoo
HH: I wouldn't necessarrily say that.
SF: Do not worry
SF: I will make zoore the otherz learn of thiz and treat yoo with rezpect and admiration
HH: You don't have to do that.
SF: Boot I zhoold
SF: Onlezz yoo woold prefer I did not zpeak of it
HH: I don't mind if you want to.
SF: Woold it make yoo ooncomfortable?
HH: It's fine.
SF: Then I zhall tell everyone right away!
HH: ...wonderrful.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] ceased pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at 00:02 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering rapturousAutonomy [RA] at 23:35 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Virrcen?
HH: Arre you therre?
HH: This is somewhat imporrtant.
RA: i am, what's wrong?
HH: Have you spoken to Forraii?
RA: not recently.
HH: Oh, good.
RA: did something hap-en?
HH: I had hoped to rreach you firrst.
HH: I know, Virrcen.
RA: know what?
HH: About you.
RA: i should hope so.
HH: Why do you spurrn the hemospectrrum?
RA: otherwise yo- would have be-n ignoring me for quite awhile.
RA: oh come now Sigrun yo- know the reason.
HH: Why turrn yourr back on that which you could at will rrule?
RA: i don't believe that our rank in society should be based on the color of our blo-d.
RA: ?
HH: I think you arre higherr rranked than even Glenys.
RA: what makes yo- think that?
HH: How could you expect society to rreject one of yourr status?
RA: i don't know what yo-'re talking about.
RA: did yo- hit yo-r head?
HH: I am beginning to suspect that forr otherr rreasons.
HH: But I think you do know.
RA: Sigrun it is going to take far more than that to trick me.
HH: Violet.
RA: ...
HH: I am not trrying to trrick you, Virrcen.
RA: how did yo- find out?
HH: It's a long storry.
HH: To be honest, purre accident.
RA: what did yo- do Sigrun?
RA: i c& believe yo- would have any way to find out by ac-ident.
HH: Fulfilled my rrole in Sgrrub.
HH: It would seem none of us werre hatched of the Motherr Grrub.
RA: please explain.
HH: It's mildly disconcerrting.
HH: While explorring my land, I discoverred this laborratorry.
HH: Curriosity got the betterr of me, and I rran the equipment within.
HH: I crreated us.
RA: yo-...
RA: that doesn't make sense Sigrun.
HH: I know.
HH: It's fundamentally absurrd.
HH: But it doesn't change the fact that it happened.
HH: I'm watching morre wrrigglerrs than I'd everr thought to see.
HH: You'rre sitting on Guilla.
HH: I had wonderred about the hood.
HH: But I suppose it's the only way to hide yourr gills.
RA: i...
HH: I am sorrrry about this.
HH: This was not the way I meant to find out.
HH: It feels as though I cheated somehow.
RA: if it were anyone but yo- tel-ing me this i wouldn't believe a word of it.
RA: i c& say i'm hap-y about this.
RA: but yo- would have found out eventual-y i sup-ose.
HH: I had intended such.
HH: Was this why you supporrted Lygarra's plan?
RA: unfortunately.
HH: I don't underrstand you, Virrcen.
HH: You mean to tell me you've lived yourr entirre life in fearr of the smallest cut forr this?
RA: yes, i did.
HH: Why?
RA: does it real-y mat-er anymore?
HH: I...
HH: No.
HH: I suppose it doesn't.
HH: But how much of life have you missed because of this? Having to choose caution in all venturres.
HH: Was it worrth iy?
HH: it*
RA: Yes, it was.
RA: i haven't mis-ed anything Sigrun.
RA: in fact, if i had hid-en my blo-d i would have mis-ed me-ting yo-.
HH: ...
HH: I see.
HH: I had not thought of that.
HH: In that case, I am glad you hid yourr rrank.
RA: yes, i much prefer how things turned out to how they might have.
RA: are yo- going to tel- the others?
HH: It isn't my secrret to tell.
HH: If you wish me to keep silent, I will.
HH: You chose to hide yourr caste.
HH: It should be yourr decision to rreveal it.
HH: And if it helps
HH: Finding out has not changed my opinion of you.
RA: it doesn't?
HH: Not in the slightest.
RA: that's go-d to hear.
HH: It's the simple trruth.
HH: Would you like me to keep yourr secrret?
RA: for now.
HH: You have my worrd.
RA: i'l- hold yo- to it.
RA: not that i'm wor-ied.
HH: How do you think the plan is going?
RA: probably as wel- as she'd hoped.
RA: my part is over with
HH: Let's hope it does worrk.
HH: Is it now?
RA: oh it wil-, & yes.
HH: You arre frree forr a time?
RA: i am.
HH: Would you like some company?
HH: I have something I would like to discuss with you.
RA: why yes, i think i would.
RA: what's that?
HH: It should be face to face.
HH: Wherre arre you?
RA: at my hive.
HH: I will be therre shorrtly.
RA: okay.
RA: se- yo- so-n then.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] ceased pestering rapturousAutonomy [RA] at 00:02 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by MessiahForHire Mon May 30, 2011 9:52 pm
Assuming that Foraii is kind of unclear about things and just kind of goes ZIGROON IZ OOR MOM if he doesn't do that then this log will probably be recycled.
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
- Spoiler:
- TM: Perhap5 you can clear up 5ome confu5ion for me.
HH: What is it?
TM: I wa5 told you are a mother.
HH: ...
HH: So Forraii did tell you.
TM: I5 thi5 true?
HH: Technically, I suppose.
TM: Technically?
HH: If pushing buttons on rrandom bits of machinerry qualifies me forr the rrole.
TM: I 5ee.
TM: 5o you did not actually phy5ically lay e885.
HH: Ancestorrs, no.
TM: Then could you explain how thi5 mi5information came to be, plea5e?
HH: I am not cerrtain myself of the prrecise details.
HH: I found myself in a laborratorry and somehow crreated us.
TM: 5omehow? The aformented button-pu5hin8?
HH: Yes.
TM: Where i5 thi5 lab? I would very much like to witne55 5uch a thin8, and examine thi5 equipment.
HH: I am unsurre.
HH: Therre was a trransporrtalizerr pad in my Land.
HH: It took me herre.
HH: *therre.
HH: //Sorrrry, how do I timeline @_@
TM: I 5ee. Did you take note of the location of the tran5portalizer?
HH: No, unforrtunately.
TM: Quite unfortunate.
HH: I did not parrticularrly wish to rreturrn. It was somewhat unnerrving.
HH: So many grrubs.
TM: How 5o?
TM: Oh?
TM: Grub5?
HH: Yes.
TM: 5o if you were the mother, there wa5 no Mother Grub?
HH: Not forr us, it seems.
TM: U5?
HH: Yes.
TM: 5o that part of the 5tory wa5 not dreamed up by Foraii.
HH: No.
TM: Hm.
TM: Well, if you 5aw u5 a5 8rub5...
HH: Hm?
TM: That would mean you know certain information about Vircen.
HH: Yes, I do.
TM: And?
HH: And what?
TM: Could you 5ate my curio5ity about hi5 ca5te?
HH: No.
TM: Heh. Of cour5e not.
HH: What arre you implying?
TM: That would ruin the fun of the my5tery; take out the excitement of di5coverin8 the an5wer on one'5 own, correct?
HH: You could say that.
HH: Is that rreally yourr prrimarry concerrn with this, Glenys?
TM: Primary? No. I5 it 5omethin8 which I am incredibly curiou5 about? Ye5.
TM: After all, it i5 an important a5pect of our cultural herita8e.
TM: Of cour5e, my primary concern i5 re8ardin8 the creation of u5.
HH: That's a rrelief.
TM: I would very much like to know how tho5e machine5 work.
HH: I was afrraid you let yourr rrivalrry with him blind you to the larrgerr issues at hand.
TM: Are you implyin8 that I cannot make unbia5ed deci5ion5?
HH: Everryone can, Glenys.
HH: Myself included.
TM: Hm.
HH: Is something trroubling you?
TM: Ye5.
HH: What?
TM: I would rather not 5ay.
HH: Is it something I've said?
TM: It wa5 not 5omethin8 that you were the direct cau5e of.
HH: I didn't mean to upset you.
TM: I am certain that wa5 not your intention.
HH: May I ask what I said?
TM: Po55ibly.
TM: I 8ue55 it i5 up to you, whether or not to a5k.
TM: I may or may not have an an5wer.
HH: Verry well.
HH: What did I do to upset you?
TM: An innocent comment; not anythin8 meant by it. The problem i5 not what you did. I am merely in thou8ht at the moment.
HH: I'm sorrrry.
TM: For?
HH: Upsetting you.
TM: I a55ure you that it is not 5omethin8 that I would ever be inclined in the 5li8hte5t to hold a8ain5t you.
HH: That's good to know.
HH: I thought you might be crross with me about keeping silent.
TM: I respect your sense of honour.
HH: Thank you.
HH: I apprreciate it.
TM: Anytime.
HH: Perrhaps he'll come arround to admitting his caste one day.
TM: That would be an intere5tin8 day, to be 5ure.
HH: It would.
HH: Who knows?
TM: Of cour5e he hid hi5 ca5te for the la5t... well, 5ince he ha5 been known by u5.
HH: It may come soonerr than you think.
TM: I 5ee no rea5on for him to 5top now.
HH: He asked me to keep his secrret forr now, but he didn't seem completely averrse to the idea.
TM: He did not? Hmm...
TM: Then perhaps I mi8ht be able to re5train my curio5ity enou8h to be patient.
HH: I'm not cerrtain it matterrs as much as you say it does, Glenys.
HH: It doesn't change who he is.
TM: But it i5 5till part of him, and hi5 pa5t. It inevitably affect5 hi5 perception of the world around him, and thu5, hi5 motive5.
TM: It i5 another piece in under5tandin8 him.
HH: I don't know.
HH: Therre is morre to us than ourr blood.
HH: I'm starrting to underrstand his perrspective on things.
HH: I'm not surre whetherr you orr he is morre in the rright about the hemospectrrum anymorre.
TM: Well then
TM: That i5 what you think. I cannot fault you for comin8 to your own conclu5ion5.
HH: To be honest, my stance is not entirrely unbiased.
TM: Oh no?
HH: No.
TM: Why i5 that?
HH: He's my matesprrit.
TM: Hmmm
TM: I 8ue55 I wa5 wron8.
HH: About what?
TM: I fi8ured you were infatuated with the unknown of a my5tery, not it5 5olution.
HH: Ha.
HH: Well, the solution prroved just as satisfactorry.
TM: A5 5ati5factory becau5e there are new my5terie5, or no more?
HH: Therre arre always mysterries, if you know wherre to look.
TM: Well then I do hope you are looking thorou8hly.
HH: Incrredibly.
TM: I do hope I am not di5tractin8 either of you, ri8ht now, then.
HH: Not at all.
TM: It did not occur to me that you mi8ht be pre53ntly occupied.
HH: Not at prresent, no.
TM: Very well, then.
TM: Perhap5 you 5hould be, hmmm?
HH: Perrhaps we alrready werre.
TM: I 5ee.
TM: Well, I 5hall not keep you from enjoyin8 your5elf further, if that i5 what you de5ire.
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon May 30, 2011 11:12 pm
Sigrun: Give your moirail the good news.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:42 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:42 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Lygarra!
SP: Yes?
HH: I have something to tell you.
SP: Oh?
HH: I found my matesprrit.
SP: Real-ly now? Con-grat-u-la-tions then.
HH: Arre you well?
SP: I am. Just bu-sy. No-thing that I can-not take the time a-side for this.
SP: To whom do I owe the plea-sure?
HH: Ah, rright. Yourr plan forr the Derrsite rroyalty.
HH: My aplogies forr interrrrupting you.
SP: No need for such.
HH: It's Virrcen.
SP: Hah. Some-how I should not be sur-prised.
HH: What?
HH: Surrely I wasn't that foolishly obvious.
SP: You were not ga-ping in awe in his pres-ence at all times if that is what you mean.
HH: That is a rrelief.
SP: How-ev-er, I do know you quite well, and I must say e-ven one as ro-man-ti-cal-ly in-ept as I still can rec-og-nize pat-terns in be-hav-iour that de-fer from the norm.
HH: Oh?
SP: It was ob-vi-ous at least to me that you ad-mire him.
SP: Plus, he has al-ways been a mys-ter-y, af-ter all, and pur-su-ing mys-ter-ies has al-ways been your per-view.
HH: Oh.
HH: Of courrse.
SP: I am hap-py for you both, and I be-lieve you have cho-sen well.
HH: Thank you.
HH: You know how I value yourr opinion.
SP: I have on-ly one ques-tion.
HH: Ask away.
SP: Did you solve your mys-ter-y?
HH: I did.
SP: Good. That is all I need to know, I think.
HH: Why do you ask?
SP: I can-not speak much from ex-per-i-ence, but it seems a poor i-de-a for mate-sprits to keep in-for-ma-tion from one a-no-ther.
SP: I would ra-ther not see such things turn this hap-py oc-ca-sion in-to fur-ther strife.
SP: Af-ter all, it is my du-ty to see to your ben-e-fit, is it not?
HH: Indeed.
HH: And I yourrs.
HH: So I must ask...
HH: How farres yourr plan?
SP: It is in mo-tion. We have done our part... it is in the hands of the A-gents now.
SP: Though....
SP: I am sur-prised you ask, giv-en your ob-jec-tions.
HH: I cannot oppose you on this, Lygarra.
HH: I am well awarre the only way to stop yourr plan would be to strrike you down.
HH: I can't do that.
HH: And as you said, a moirrail is supporrtive.
HH: I don't agrree with these methods at all.
HH: But I can't deserrt you herre.
SP: Thank you.
HH: You deserrve betterr.
SP: I wish there were a-no-ther way, Sig-run.
HH: You have hearrd my thoughts on the matterr.
HH: I won't forrce you to listen to the same diatrribe.
SP: I must ask.
SP: What mate-sprit-ships and kis-mes-i-tudes have formed be-tween those of us who re-main, while they serve well to give us com-fort and com-pan-y...
SP: I fear we are still des-tined for naught, e-ven if we suc-ceed.
SP: With-out a Mo-ther Grub to bear our young, our ma-ting cou-ples mean lit-tle in the sense of the long-term.
HH: Lygarra, how do you feel about fate?
SP: At one time I would have said it was a fool-s ex-cuse for poor pre-par-a-tion.
SP: But now... af-ter what S-grub has shown us....
SP: I am not so cer-tain.
HH: If fate trruly does exist, do you think that we won't manage to find some means of salvation forr ourr rrace?
HH: How can we depend on the Motherr Grrub when we ourrselves werre not borrn of herr?
SP: We will be gran-ted an en-ti-re u-ni-verse to dwell in if we suc-ceed here, Sig-run.
SP: How long can we re-ly on this tech-nol-o-gy? As a spe-cies?
HH: Until a solution prresents itself.
HH: Unless you have alrready given up on us.
SP: No.
HH: Then we have a chance.
SP: It is more that we are so near the end of this jour-ney, I fear some-thing may yet stand to fail.
HH: If you have learrned anything frrom the sweeps we've known each otherr, it should be this.
HH: A fight only ends when you say it does.
HH: I'm not yet spent.
SP: And this is why I have al-ways val-ued hav-ing you as a moir-ail, Sig-run.
SP: You al-ways man-age to know ex-act-ly what to say.
HH: We'll be all rright, Lygarra.
HH: We've come this farr.
SP: You are right, of course.
HH: ...
HH: I'll have to cut this shorrt, I'm afrraid.
HH: Glenys is trrying to contact me.
SP: By all means, do not let ...
SP: Oh.
HH: I'm sorrrry, Lygarra.
HH: We'll talk again laterr.
SP: No need for ap-ol-o-gies.
SP: Un-til next.
HH: In the meantime, I wish you the best in yourr endeavorr.
SP: Like-wise.
SP: Give my re-gards to Vir-cen.
HH: Of courrse.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] ceased pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 23:09 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Tue May 31, 2011 12:31 am
Lygara: FLIP THE FUCK OUT. (Timeline location: End of Troll session, just after Shep's proclamation.)
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 00:15 --
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 00:15 --
- Spoiler:
- SP: Sig-run?
HH: Hm?
HH: Oh.
HH: Hello.
SP: I...
SP: I am so sor-ry.
SP: This... this is...
SP: Oh God what have I done?
SP: It-s all my fault...
SP: I was a cow-ard and a fool and now we are doomed be-cause of it...
SP: Sig-run...?
HH: I'm herre.
SP: What do we do?
HH: ...
HH: How could this happen, Ly?
SP: I don-t know... I never...
SP: Oh God
SP: I-m so sorry, Sig-run.
SP: I-ve ru-ined ev-er-y-thing.
HH: I've failed...
SP: No
SP: No no no
SP: It-s not your fault
SP: You tried to stop us
SP: Tried to talk rea-son
SP: We
HH: And I should have succeeded.
SP: We would-n-t lis-ten
HH: I didn't do enough.
HH: I stood idly by and let you do this.
HH: I was a fool.
SP: No
SP: no
HH: Then what would you call me?
HH: A warrrriorr?
HH: Cerrtainly not.
SP: I
HH: I faced no enemy on this battlefield.
HH: Surrely I am as much a cowarrd as you deem yourrself.
HH: I could have stopped you frrom the beginning.
HH: I should have.
HH: I stayed my hand.
SP: But you warned us.
SP: You told us...
SP: But we did-n-t list-en
HH: What good is a warrning discarrded?
SP: Oh god
SP: Oh god
SP: All gone
SP: Fade
SP: Doomed
SP: Why...?
SP: I can-t
HH: Perrhaps we deserrve this.
HH: RReliant forr surrvival on the scions of the univerrse we soiled with ourr cowarrdice.
SP: This is the end, then...
HH: ...Heh.
HH: I suppose therre is a brright side to this.
HH: What concerrn is the matrriorrb now?
SP: Oh god.
SP: I-ve ru-ined ev-er-y-thing.
SP: Doomed us all.
SP: Damned our kind to ex-tinc-tion
SP: Oh God Sig-run...
SP: Kill me now
SP: Death would be a mer-cy...
HH: What?
SP: Per-haps my blood will ap-pease the wat-cher.
SP: Let it end. I will ac-cept this pun-ish-ment.
SP: It-s all my fault.
HH: Lygarra, no.
HH: I will not rraise a hand against you.
SP: Please, Sig-run.
HH: How could you ask such a thing of me?
SP: You should not have to suf-fer for my stu-pid-i-ty!
SP: I will ac-cept this.
HH: And you considerr murrderring my moirrail to be a solution to sufferring?
HH: What in the name of the ancestorrs arre you thinking?
HH: Get ahold of yourrself, Lygarra!
SP: What else can I do?
SP: We are ban-ished.
SP: Damned.
HH: Lygarra RRanith!
SP: o_o
HH: Stop it this instant.
HH: This is not yourr fault.
HH: We all supporrted you.
HH: The blame is ourrs equally.
HH: You could not have forreseen this outcome.
HH: None of us could.
SP: There is no-thing to be done, Sig-run..
HH: Not necessarrily.
HH: He said something, the Guarrdian.
SP: What can a-tone for this?
HH: Lygarra, help me think!
SP: Of what?
HH: What did he say?
SP: I
SP: I don-t
HH: He did not say we would die.
HH: Lygarra.
HH: Therre is a chance.
SP: How?
HH: He tied ourr fates to that of ourr successorrs.
SP: But
SP: If
SP: So as long as a ses-sion from the u-ni-verse we cre-a-ted is suc-cess-ful...
SP: ... we live?
HH: Ourr banishment ends with theirr success.
HH: It is not a guarrantee, Lygarra.
HH: But it is a chance.
SP: But
SP: how?
SP: What can we do?
SP: It is not as if we can sim-ply con-
SP: ... can we?
HH: Therre must be a way.
SP: The Guar-di-an...
SP: Per-haps if I could trace his sig-nal back to its point of or-i-gin...
HH: Do that.
HH: Please.
SP: Search for near-by plan-ets through the time-line for me-te-or-ol-og-i-cal pat-terns con-sis-tent with the Reck-on-ing...
HH: Yes.
SP: Then lo-cal in-for-ma-tion net-works for S-grub-s code...
SP: That should lead to Trol-li-an tags or the lo-cal e-qui-val-ent for in-volved play-ers...
SP: ...
HH: Good.
HH: Good.
HH: Keep thinking, Lygarra.
SP: But...
SP: How to sort them be-fore they en-ter the Me-di-um...
SP: And what would we say?
SP: The truth...
HH: Find them firrst.
SP: If they are just be-gin-ning the game, the truth would seem too fan-tas-tic... un-be-liev-a-ble...
HH: We can worrk out the details afterr that.
SP: Yes.
SP: Yes, of course.
SP: ...
SP: We should tell the o-thers.
HH: Yes.
HH: We should.
HH: If you think it will help, talk to Virrcen.
HH: He sharres yourr talent with computerrs.
SP: Yes.
SP: Yes, that would be a good place to start.
SP: ...
SP: Sig-run?
HH: Yes?
SP: Can you e-ver for-give me for this?
HH: ...
SP: I have made an im-mense mis-take.
HH: Lygarra...
SP: I can-not ab-solve my-self of blame for this. The plan was mine, and more than once I dis-re-gard-ed warn-ings of where this path led.
HH: I alrready have. <>
SP: I am sor-ry a-bout ear-li-er... I...
SP: I do not be-lieve I was com-plete-ly lu-cid at the time.
HH: It's all rright.
SP: Thank you, Sig-run. <>
SP: We should ar-range a meet-ing place.
HH: The lab.
SP: This is a dis-cus-sion that should hap-pen in per-son.
SP: Al-right.
HH: Come to my hive. I think I can find it again frrom therre.
SP: Al-right.
SP: I will be there short-ly.
HH: Lygarra.
HH: Stay strrong forr me.
SP: I will try.
HH: That's all I can ask of you.
SP: See you soon.
HH: Until then.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 01:30 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Tue May 31, 2011 11:24 pm
Shea: Solicit Advice from an Unlikely Source (Warning: Trollmance incoming)
-- amazonaReveille [AR] began pestering taciturnMercenary [TM] at 20:33 --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] began pestering taciturnMercenary [TM] at 20:33 --
- Spoiler:
- AR: Glenys? Are you there?
TM: Of cour5e; I would not be Online otherwi5e.
TM: =:)
AR: Heh, just checking.
AR: I just wanted to let you know I was leaving finally. :)
TM: Oh!
TM: That i5 quite excellent!
TM: Do you have an idea of where you will 8o?
AR: Yeah... I looked around a bit not long ago, one of my friends was here.
AR: There's a village not far from here, I was thinking I could see if anyone lived there.
TM: Ye5, that would probably be be5t. That way you can return in an emer8ency.
AR: Yeah.
TM: However, you mi8ht be at the mercy of the Gate, I do not know.
AR: Wait, emergency?
AR: :?
TM: Your weapon u5e5 ammunition, correct?
AR: Well, it used to.
AR: I made a new one with the alchimeter, though. :)
AR: According to Eris weapons it makes don't run out of ammo.
TM: Ah ye5, well, that will not be a concern.
TM: Thou8h you can up8rade in a pinch, if need be, if you remain clo5e to your alchemiter.
AR: Yeah, that's true.
AR: Um.
TM: Hm?
AR: Sorry, I'm just thinking.
AR: This probably sounds like an odd question...
AR: But have you ever had someone suddenly
AR: Err
AR: Reveal how they feel about you?
TM: Well, I have had much experience with people 5uddenly errin8. =:)
TM: Thou8h I think I need a bit more clarification on what you meant.
AR: Well...
AR: Like..
AR: Romantically, I mean.
TM: Not exactly. Did you have 5omethin8 5pecific in mind?
AR: Um.
AR: Have you been watching me?
AR: Like you were doing before?
TM: A bit. I noticed that the Proctor vi5ited you for quite 5ome time.
AR: Proctor?
AR: What does that mean?
TM: It i5 her title. Much like your5 i5 Sylph.
AR: Okay....
AR: Well.
AR: While she was here, she kinda confessed that she's romantically interested in me... and now I'm all @_@
TM: What 5ort of romantic feelin85?
AR: Like she loves me, duh!
TM: Duh? You 5peak a5 thou8h it were obviou5. How doe5 your romance work; it 5eem5 different/
AR: Huh?
AR: Um.
AR: It's one of those things that's supposedly easy but in practice way too complicated. >_>
AR: I'm not sure how to explain.
AR: I mean, don't trolls...
AR: Uh...
AR: You know.
AR: Have romantic relationships?
AR: Or at the least mating partners?
TM: Of cour5e we do. Thou8h an ideal 5etup ha5 a troll with more relation5hip5 than matin8 partner5.
AR: Yeah, but I'm just talking about romance.
AR: Not so much about friends and such...
TM: That i5 what I meant; my apolo8ie5 for not bein8 clear.
AR: ... huh?
TM: A troll will have four relation5hip5 ideally. Two matin8 partner5. How doe5 it work with a human?
AR: O_O
AR: Um...
AR: Polygamy is normal for you gys?
AR: *guys
TM: Poly8amy? No, not exactly. The5e are four 5eparate mono8amou5 relation5hip5.
AR: ... Huh. I... how does that work?
TM: How many type5 of romance do you have?
AR: Just one, usually.
TM: U5ually?
AR: Some people have odd relationships, multiple partners and other things... I'm not really familiar with any of the exceptions though, I just know there are some. <_<
TM: Oh, I 5ee. No wonder you were confu5ed! 5ee, troll5 have four unique type5 of romance. Each troll would ideally have one partner for every quadrant, though au5pi5ticin8 i5 a little unique.
AR: Auspisticing?
AR: As in Auspice?
TM: No; a5 in au5pi5tice.
AR: I don't know what that means.
TM: Hmmm
TM: 5o would you like a ba5ic explanation on our romance? For a better under5tandin8 of our culture.
AR: Yeah, that would help I think.
AR: :)
TM: The ba5ic5 i5 that our romance can be vi5ually repre5ented by a 2-by-2 matrix.
TM: For the 5ake of 5implicity, let u5 refer to the entrie5 in the left column a5 the concupi5cent one5, a5 their purpo5e i5 reproduction. The one5 on the right are concilliatory, and are more clo5ely related to the behaviour of a 8iven troll.
AR: Okay.
TM: The top row entrie5 are for red romance. The bottom two, for black romance. 5o each quadrant ha5 a unique combination of purpo5e.
TM: 5o 5tarting with concupi5cent relation5hip5...
TM: Matesprits are the red romance couple. Two troll5 who feel a great deal of affection for one another that pa55e5 beyond the bound5 of friend5hip.
TM: For black romance, it's Kismeses. Two troll5 who completely loathe each other and are in con5tant competition.
TM: A8ain, in 5uch a way that it tran5cend5 bein8 enemie5.
AR: o.O?
TM: Hm?
AR: I'm trying to figure out how that works.
AR: Is it like an extreme rivalry?
TM: Incredibly.
AR: Alright.
AR: What are the other two?
TM: The red romance for concilliatory relation5hip5 is a Moirallegiance. Two troll5 will bond over mutual betterin8 of each other. Each with a temprament that will compliment the other, and 5erve to balance the other'5 behaviour, to 5tabilize a troll who would otherwi5e be a dan8er to them5elf or other5.
TM: Auspistices work a little differently than the re5t of our romance, thou8h. It i5 a relation5hip involvin8 two troll5 who do not 8et alon8, and a third who 5erve5 a5 a mediator. Thi5 i5 to prevent a particularily violent troll from accidentally 8ettin8 multiple ki5me5e5. Another purpo5e i5 to keep two troll5 from 8ettin8 into a ki5me5i55itude that mi8ht kill them both.
AR: Wow.
AR: That's.
AR: Kind of complex.
TM: Ye5.
TM: ye5 it i5.
AR: The only one of those we have anything like is the first one.
AR: Everything else... well, I guess we have similar things, but... not the same, you know?
TM: I under5tand. Different culture5 will develop differently, ye5?
TM: Would you mind explainin8 what your romance i5 like, thou8h? It mi8ht be nuanced differently for you. I mi8ht mi5under5tand.
AR: Well...
AR: Normally a mated pair of humans is one male and one female who are physically or emotionally attracted to each other.
AR: Or both!
AR: But
TM: One male and one female?
TM: Why?
AR: Well, there are same-gender couples, though they can't mate, but you probably knew that.
AR: ... you didn't?
TM: Why can they not mate?
AR: ...
AR: Oh this is gonna be embarassing...
AR: The simple answer is that not all of the proper parts are there, and also not all the necessary... um... genetic information.
TM: 5o a male and female have different 8enetic information? How doe5 that play into their role5 in reproduction, then?
AR: What do you mean? \:|
TM: Well it doe5 not make 5en5e for a male and female to have different 8enetic information unle55 their role5 in reproduction are different from one another.
AR: Well...
AR: The male's job is kinda simple, he just shares the genetics, then he's technically done with the process. Though if he's worth anything he'll stick around to help raise the child.
AR: The female's the one who has to carry the unborn child around until they're ready to be born.
AR: ... wait, how do you not know this?
TM: That i5 very incredible!
TM: Troll5 5imply offer their 8enetic material to be 8athered by Imperial Drones, who will deliver the collected material to the Mother Grub. The Mother Grub will then brood and lay thou5and5 of e885.
AR: Oh!
AR: You're... wait, you don't lay your own eggs?
TM: No.
AR: Wow.
AR: So not only are you an oviparous race, but a symbiotic one as well.
TM: In a 5en5e.
TM: Hm.
TM: I do believe we got di5tracted from the main point.
AR: Yeah...
TM: You 5aid... you "were all @_@"?
AR: Um.
AR: Yeah.
AR: Er.
AR: How do I explain...
AR: I guess I was just caught off-guard, is the best way to put it...
AR: And now I'm trying to work out how to respond.
AR: Does that make sense?
TM: I 8ue55 5o. You were not prepared to be at the receivin8 end of 5uch an emotional impact, correct?
AR: Yeah, that sounds right.
TM: 5o do you reciprocate?
AR: I..
AR: Well...
AR: Sort of?
TM: What do you mean?
AR: I'd never really thought about it before...
TM: Hm.
AR: And I'm still a little surprised that I'm not against the idea.
AR: My head's a little scrambled at the moment.
TM: Hmm. I apolo8ize for not bein8 able to offer advice; thi5 i5 not exactly my area of experti5e.
AR: Mine either.
TM: Perhap5 5ome 5cenery mi8ht help you clear your head thou8h.
AR: Yeah. Focus on the job at hand, right?
AR: :)
TM: I know it did mine; the ocean wa5 a wonderful place to 5imply calm my5elf down and think.
TM: Well
TM: I do hope you 8et thi5 5orted out 5oon.
AR: Thanks.
AR: Sorry for throwing it at you like that...
AR: I mean, kind of silly for me to ask an alien for relationship advice...
TM: Well
TM: It did provide a learnin8 experience for the both of u5 that mi8ht have otherwi5e 8one unnoticed.
AR: Yeah. :)
TM: =:)
AR: Alright, I'm going. I'll see you later, I guess :)
AR: Here's hoping I don't get TOO lost.
TM: Alri8ht. Be5t of luck to you.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Wed Jun 01, 2011 12:04 am
The redos just don't stop!
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:11 --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:11 --
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- PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## im takin off ##
HH: wait
PS: ## hm? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sobs into his shoulder --
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## wha ##
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## whoa ##
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## whyre you cryin ##
PS: ## im just goin to fight eligor ##
HH: i'm immortal, evan
PS: ## huh? ##
HH: god tier is literal
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## so ##
PS: ## like you just cant die? ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## i dont get it ##
PS: ## whyre you cryin? ##
HH: of course you don't
PS: ## hey... ##
PS: ## cmere ##
HH: you never see the bad side of things
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] leads hyperactiveHistorian [HH] over to a couch and sits --
HH: it's one thing i love about you, ev
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## yeah well its not doin me a lot of good right now ##
PS: ## the girl i love is so**in her eyes out and i got no clue why ##
HH: i'm never going to die, evan
HH: think about it.
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## like ##
PS: ## ever ##
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## .. ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes petrifiedSeeker's [PS's] hand --
PS: ## eris... ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the kiss, holding her close --
HH: i'm going to have to watch you die
HH: i...
PS: ## im sorry eris ##
HH: i just
HH: i can't
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] busrts into tears --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs her close --
PS: ## goddammit ##
PS: ## whatre we gonna do? ##
HH: i don't know
HH: what can we do?
HH: i love you, evan
HH: nothing's going to change that
PS: ## i dont know, i mean me gettin to godmode is outta the question... ##
PS: ## *ut... ##
PS: ## no ##
HH: what?
PS: ## no, theres gotta *e somethin we can do ##
PS: ## this game has tricks for everythin ##
PS: ## theres gotta *e some way we can get around this ##
PS: ## we just havent found it yet ##
PS: ## hell the whole purpose of this damn thing is makin new worlds right? ##
PS: ## if they can do that they can do a whole lost ##
HH: why did i have to talk to him
PS: ## *lot ##
PS: ## who? ##
HH: shep
PS: ## huh? ##
PS: ## shep told you this? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] nods --
PS: ## he hasnt said anythin to me ##
PS: ## hell if you guys werent talkin to him i wouldnt even know he was still alive ##
HH: he...
HH: he says it shouldn't matter to me
HH: that i'll be able to just forget you
HH: that you don't matter in the end
PS: ## well jeez dude so i pushed the rules a *it dont gotta *e such a jackass a*out it ##
HH: that isn't it
PS: ## i know ##
PS: ## its a joke ##
HH: ...
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## alright ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## itll *e alright ##
PS: ## well find a way ##
HH: i don't deserve you
PS: ## aw dont say that ##
PS: ## cmon its not right for you to *e cryin ##
PS: ## you *ack with me now? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] wipes her eyes --
HH: mhm
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## most important part ##
PS: ## fuck shep ##
HH: thank you
PS: ## :] ##
PS: ## *ut yeah ##
PS: ## to hell with shep and what he says ##
PS: ## well make this work somehow ##
HH: right
HH: we will
PS: ## so ##
PS: ## in the meantime ##
PS: ## why are you dressed like that ##
HH: oh
HH: that...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns bright red and looks away --
HH: i...
PS: ## what? ##
HH: well
HH: um
HH: hell with it
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the kiss --
HH: that's why
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## wow ##
HH: eligor can wait, right?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## hes not goin nowhere ##
HH: i was hoping you'd say that
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 00:01 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: i guess you're ready, then
PS: ## yeah ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
HH: be careful
PS: ## i will ##
HH: you'll be okay
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: heh...
PS: ## youre makin leavin difficult heh ##
PS: ## wonderin if thats intentional ##
HH: i was just thinking
HH: oh, it's not
PS: ## a*out what? ##
HH: didn't figure you'd be in that kind of shape, the way you always slouch everywhere
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## *lame plenty of runnin and clim*in and escapin? ##
HH: one thing to thank drake for, i guess
PS: ## heh, i guess ##
HH: here
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] searches through her sylladex and removes a pearl --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] presses it into petrifiedSeeker's [PS's] hand --
PS: ## whats this? ##
HH: it was part of cecily's necklace
HH: made the mother of pearl out of it, and it's served me well
PS: ## i still dont get how this game calculates whats good equipment and whats not ##
HH: i don't know
PS: ## may*e its su*jective? its powerful *ecause its important to you? ##
HH: might be
PS: ## thanks, eris ##
HH: evan, promise me something
PS: ## anythin ##
HH: don't think too much about the immortality thing right now
HH: i didn't mean to drop it on you right before your denizen fight
HH: and i don't want it distracting you
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## really, thats not what im worried a*out distractin me right now ##
HH: doesn't matter anyway in the end
HH: it's not?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] kisses hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] returns it, holding him tightly --
HH: heh...
HH: i suppose not
PS: ## you promise me somethin now ##
HH: yes?
PS: ## *e here when i get *ack ##
PS: ## and no more cryin ##
HH: of course
HH: evan
HH: i'm not going to let you die.
PS: ## not plannin on it ##
HH: i don't mean eligor
PS: ## i know ##
HH: see, you can be smart when you want
PS: ## love you ##
PS: ## never forget that ##
HH: never will
HH: and i love you, too
HH: go on, then
HH: kill the bastard
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gives hyperactiveHistorian [HH] one last tight squeeze before letting her go --
HH: good luck
PS: ## thanks ##
PS: ## see you soon ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 16:06 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:40 pm
Evan: Descend. (Warning: Slightly Highly Disturbing)
- Spoiler:
- PS: ♪♫ and of course i fight the freaky shadow monster at the â™ottom of a goddamn cave ♪♫
-- A shadow moves in the corner of Evan's eye, barely visible in the dim light --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] turns toward the motion, pointing his MARBRIGHT in that direction --
PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ cmon out already ♪♫
-- a barely audible whispered hiss fills the air as another shadow sweeps by behind him --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] whirls around --
-- a shadow scrapes against the ceiling of the cave, barely visible in the dim light --
PS: ♪♫ jesus hell ♪♫
-- silent tendrils of shadow curl in wide arcs around Evan as a giant shadow rises behind him --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] moves deeper into the cavern, pulling a few weaponized marbles from his pockets --
ELIGOR: FOOLISH BOY
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] turns --
PS: ♪♫ whoa ♪♫
-- the tendrils tighten into a vise-like grip around Evan --
PS: ♪♫ gah! ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] lunges --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] throws a trio of explosive marbles at Eligor's center --
-- [ELIGOR] hisses in pain, melting into the shadows on the ground --
PS: ♪♫ yeah now you come out ♪♫
ELIGOR: I HAVE NEVER BEEN HIDDEN
ELIGOR: AND YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE
PS: ♪♫ yeah yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ lets get the monologue out of the way ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] wraps a shadowy tentacle around Evan's wrist and jerks him to the ground --
PS: ♪♫ ack ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] secures him to the ground with a tendril around the waist --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] falls to the ground and drops the MARBRIGHT, causing its light to fade --
PS: ♪♫ sonuva ♪♫
ELIGOR: I WILL EAT WELL TONIGHT
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] tosses a GENO WHIRL at the binding tentacle --
-- the shadows surrounding Evan loom closer, covering him completely from the waist down --
PS: ♪♫ leggo dammit ♪♫
ELIGOR: GRAH
-- the tentacle melts away --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] rolls free and snatches up the MARBRIGHT, relighting it --
-- [ELIGOR] sinks back into the floor --
PS: ♪♫ you dont like the light do ya ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] blends with Evan's own shadow --
PS: ♪♫ kinda funny you rule the planet with a seizure sky ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] slides up the back of Evan's legs, slowly encircling him --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] steps a few feet deeper into the cave, searching around and poking the light at shadowy corners --
-- [ELIGOR] reaches his arms --
-- [ELIGOR] tightens, pulling Evan into a full body bind --
PS: ♪♫ guh! ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] drops the light again --
-- [ELIGOR] manifests the main portion of his body from the wall --
-- [ELIGOR'S] gaping maw draws close to Evan's face --
PS: ♪♫ holy fuck teeth ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] licks Evan --
ELIGOR: YES
ELIGOR: SO LONG SINCE MY LAST MEAL
PS: ♪♫ sorry this orders to go ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] begins to push Evan into his mouth --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] uses Impact to knock a stalactite into Eligor's mouth --
ELIGOR: ARGH
-- [ELIGOR'S] grip loosens --
-- [ELIGOR] sinks back into the ground --
PS: ♪♫ i â™eat this game plenty of times ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im not losin to a â™loody grue ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] snatches up the light again --
-- [ELIGOR] lashes out, striking Evan across the face --
ELIGOR: YOU WILL BE SILENT
PS: ♪♫ the hell? ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] wraps a tentacle around his throat --
PS: ♪♫ gckk! ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] begins to tighten his grip --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] struggles for breath --
-- [ELIGOR] wraps tendrils of darkness around Evan from the feet up, squeezing tighter as he climbs --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] throws a JAW BREAKER at Eligor's mouth --
ELIGOR: ARGH
-- [ELIGOR] releases Evan's throat --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] kicks free and flails a few feet away --
PS: ♪♫ goddammit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] grabs onto Evan's foot --
-- [ELIGOR] hurls him into the opposite wall --
PS: ♪♫ even the cthulhu horror cant take a jawâ™reaker in one â™i-aaaaa! ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ knnnggh ♪♫
ELIGOR: THE FOOD WILL BE SILENT
PS: ♪♫ eat this ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] throws a handful of CHERRYSEEDS at the shadowy mass --
ELIGOR: ARGH
-- [ELIGOR] recoils in pain --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] wiggles free --
ELIGOR: YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] pulls a few GLASSPHERES from his pocket then throws a RED HOT at the base of the tentacles --
-- [ELIGOR] reaches a tendril over Evan's face, reaching into his nose and mouth --
PS: ♪♫ oh fhkk ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gags --
-- [ELIGOR] forces him to the ground --
-- [ELIGOR] pins Evan's legs to the floor from the knees down --
ELIGOR: CEASE YOUR RESISTANCE
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] uses Impact to knock a stone pillar over onto Eligor --
ELIGOR: ARGH
-- [ELIGOR'S] grip loosens --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] scrambles free --
PS: ♪♫ jesus hell god did you just try to facerape me ♪♫
ELIGOR: I WAS GOING TO GIVE YOU A PAINLESS DEATH
ELIGOR: NOT I WILL DEVOUR YOU WHOLE AND CONSCIOUS
PS: ♪♫ yeah im not likin this plan ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] drives Evan into the wall --
PS: ♪♫ ow ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] wraps a tendril around his arms, pinning them to his chest --
-- [ELIGOR] squeezes --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] uses Impact to throw a THERMAL DETONASTONE just behind Eligor's mass --
ELIGOR: AAAARGH
-- [ELIGOR] releases him --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] wriggles away, pulling more marbles from his pockets as he limps across the chamber --
PS: ♪♫ light light light ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] manifests from the far wall, seizing Evan's ankle --
PS: ♪♫ ok the teleport thing is really just not fair ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] drags him toward his mouth, teeth bared --
ELIGOR: TELEPORT?
ELIGOR: I AM THE DARKNESS
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] throws another GENO WHIRL at the grappling tentacle --
ELIGOR: ENOUGH
PS: ♪♫ i was thinkin the same thing ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] grabs him around the throat --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] throws a FLASHPELLET at the ceiling --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] quickly equips sunglasses --
-- [ELIGOR] shrieks in horror --
PS: ♪♫ youre the darkness ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] dives into Evan's shadow --
PS: ♪♫ im the ninja who hides in the light ♪♫
ELIGOR: YOU BRING YOUR OWN DARKNESS
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] activates the MARBRIGHT and holds it behind his back --
ELIGOR: NO
ELIGOR: NO
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] uses Impact to start moving GLASSPHERES toward the laser-light in the ceiling while Eligor is distracted --
ELIGOR: THIS CANNOT BE
PS: ♪♫ where you gonna hide now ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] climbs into Evan's clothing --
ELIGOR: THE LIGHT WILL NOT REACH HERE
PS: ♪♫ ... oh to hell with you ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ get the hell out of my clothes you sick freak ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] starts unequipping stuff, quickly putting the GLASSPHERES into position in the process --
PS: ♪♫ fuck grues never did this ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] tightens around Evan's arm --
PS: ♪♫ shit ♪♫
ELIGOR: I AM NO GRUE
-- [ELIGOR] snaps the bone --
PS: ♪♫ light â™-! ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ AUUUUUUGH ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ SON OF A â™ITCH ♪♫
ELIGOR: I WILL NOT FALL HERE
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] drops to his knees as the FLASHPELLET fades to dark with a puff of smoke --
ELIGOR: YES
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ shit ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ youre a piece of work eligor ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] swirls around Evan, covering him bit by bit with darkness from the ground up --
ELIGOR: YOU WILL DIE HERE
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] winces, dropping onto his side --
PS: ♪♫ wanna know somethin funny â™efore ya kill me? ♪♫
ELIGOR: NO
PS: ♪♫ too â™ad ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] reaches his neck --
ELIGOR: DIE
PS: ♪♫ you got a nice setup with the lasers ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] covers all but Evan's eyes --
PS: ♪♫ you only react to white light right? ♪♫
ELIGOR: WHAT
PS: ♪♫ not this fragmented colored shit ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] completely covers Evan --
PS: ♪♫ â™ut if you comâ™ine em all again ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] drags him to his mouth --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] uses Impact to rotate all the GLASSPHERES to reflect their lasers into the pool of darkness --
ELIGOR: WHAT IS THIS
-- The lasers rip through Eligor, freeing Evan bit by bit --
ELIGOR: NO
ELIGOR: NO
ELIGOR: NO
ELIGOR: NO
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] lifts another GLASSPHERE with Impact to merge the beams of colored light through its prism --
-- [ELIGOR] struggles to maintain his form --
-- [ELIGOR] rams into Evan's kneecap --
PS: ♪♫ put all the ckk-! ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ colors â™ack together ♪♫
ELIGOR: I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS
PS: ♪♫ yeah aâ™out that ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] lunges for Evan's face --
-- [ELIGOR] encircles his head --
ELIGOR: YOU
ELIGOR: WILL
ELIGOR: FALL
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] draws the PEARL OF GREAT PRICE --
PS: ♪♫ yeah, see, i kinda promised someone otherwise ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so gonna have to make do ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] throws it into Eligor's mouth --
PS: ♪♫ eat hearty asshole ♪♫
-- [ELIGOR] gags --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] tosses another THERMAL DETONASTONE down the gagging throat --
-- [ELIGOR] explodes, dissipating back into the shadows --
-- [ELIGOR] grunts in pain --
ELIGOR: NO...
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] rotates the prism to keep the beam on the shadow core --
ELIGOR: NO!
-- [ELIGOR] fades slowly into light --
PS: ♪♫ sunshine and rainâ™ows time, you shadowhoppin â™astard ♪♫
ELIGOR: HOW CAN THis be...
-- [ELIGOR] disappears in a puff of smoke --
-- [ELIGOR'S] grist appears --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gathers it all up along with the discarded unexploded marbles --
PS: ♪♫ son of a â™itch ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] limps out of the cavern --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Thu Jun 02, 2011 12:10 am
Joan: Be corny and sappy. Shea: Be seduced anyway.
Evan: Return from the Battle.
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:55 --
- Spoiler:
- -- mercilessTango [MT] messes around with her computer's files for a little bit --
MT: I have something to show you!
AR: Okay?
MT: Tell me; what do you think of terrible but enthusiastic singing?
AR: Um...
-- mercilessTango [MT] waits patiently for an answer --
AR: Well, how about I see it then tell you what I think? :)
MT: Hmmmmm
MT: Fine.
-- mercilessTango [MT] opens a file and the Back to the Future version of Earth Angel starts playing --
AR: Oh God.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] bursts into giggles --
-- mercilessTango [MT] sets her computer down and starts singing loudly and off-key (somewhat intentionally) --
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: WILL YOU BE MINE
MT: MY DARLING DEAR
MT: LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME
MT: I'M JUST A FOOL
MT: A FOOL IN LOVE WITH YOU~
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: THE ONE I ADORE
MT: LOVE YOU FOREVER, AND EVERMORE
MT: I'M JUST A FOOL
MT: A FOOL IN LOVE WITH YOU~
MT: I FELL FOR YOU AND I KNEW
MT: THE VISION OF YOUR LOVE-LOVELINESS
MT: I HOPED AND I PRAY THAT SOMEDAY
MT: I'LL BE THE VISION OF YOUR HAP-HAPPINESS
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: PLEASE BE MINE
MT: MY DARLING DEAR
MT: LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME
MT: I'M JUST A FOOL
MT: A FOOL IN LOVE WITH YOU~
MT: I FELL FOR YOU AND I KNEW
MT: THE VISION OF YOUR LOVE-LOVELINESS
MT: I HOPE AND I PRAY THAT SOMEDAY
MT: THAT I'LL BE THE VISION OF YOUR HAPPINESS~
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: EARTH ANGEL
MT: PLEASE BE MINE
MT: MY DARLING DEAR
MT: LOVE YOU FOR ALL TIME
MT: I'M JUST A FOOL
MT: A FOOL IN LOOOOOVE
MT: WITH YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU
-- mercilessTango [MT] runs out of breath on the last note and starts laughing --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] walks over and hugs mercilessTango [MT] tightly, still giggling --
MT: That was the corniest thing I've ever done.
-- mercilessTango [MT] hugs back --
MT: Please hit me for that.
AR: Yes but it was horribly sweet and no I'm not going to hit you.
MT: Oh come on it was the corniest thing anyone could ever do and of course I'm not going to properly express myself via song.
AR: Stop saying corny like it's a bad thing, it was cute!
MT: But I sang worse than I can intentionally because I thought it'd be funny. ):
AR: It was funny!
MT: Good! :D
MT: But let's just be clear it was also kind of bad in a funny way, right.
AR: Um.
AR: Yeah, hon, don't quit your day job. ;)
MT: Got it, baby.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] kisses mercilessTango [MT] --
MT: !
-- mercilessTango [MT] pulls back --
AR: :?
MT: What, are you rewarding me for not being good at something?
AR: No, I'm rewarding you for being sweet.
AR: Also since when do I have to have a reason to kiss you? :P
MT: Hmmmm
MT: You make a compelling argument.
AR: Cause if that's the way this is going I think we're on two different wavelengths with what we expect out of this relationship. ;)
MT: Well then let's just apply math here
MT: Your wavelength plus my wavelength is more wavelengths. More wavelengths is more relationship fun, right?
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins --
AR: I can find no errors in this calculation.
MT: Excellent. Do we need another opinion? I'm sure we could get someone else in here to evaluate this... :P
AR: My own studies only confirm the proposed theory.
MT: Hmmm
MT: Have these been published?
AR: Not yet.
MT: Perhaps we should?
AR: Perhaps. :)
MT: Okay, I'll see to it that we do publish it.
MT: Let's doublecheck the research first?
AR: Of course, always doublecheck the research.
MT: Excellent.
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses Shea --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] returns the kiss --
-- mercilessTango [MT] pulls away, apparently in thought --
MT: Hmmmm
AR: You've got that contemplative look on your face.
MT: Do I, now?
AR: Mhmm.
MT: Yep.
MT: Our research is definitely sound.
AR: I agree.
MT: Though now there's something else I might be tempted to test...
AR: Well, since we're already in the scientific mood...
MT: How many times do I have to pull away for you to get fed up with letting me do that? :P
AR: Heh.
AR: What do you want me to do, hold you down? :P
MT: Well is that what you'd want to do?
AR: I can't say the idea doesn't have a certain appeal.
MT: Hmmm, it might also be the only way that I don't get away, to boot...
AR: Well we certainly wouldn't want that.
MT: No, that would be a bad thing.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] pulls Joan up from her seat --
-- mercilessTango [MT] doesn't resist, but does raise an eyebrow at Shea --
MT: So what exactly do you intend to do with me, Shea?
AR: If you want to find out, you'll just have to follow along. ;)
MT: Alright; I can play along for a bit. Consider my curiosity piqued.
Evan: Return from the Battle.
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:55 --
- Spoiler:
- -- petrifiedSeeker [PS] limps up the steps to hyperactiveHistorian's [HH's] door --
PS: ## eris...? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] jumps up --
HH: you're back!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] runs over and hugs petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
PS: ## owowowowow ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] steps back --
HH: oh
HH: sorry
HH: ...
PS: ## not your fault ##
PS: ## *ugger *roke my arm ##
HH: you didn't stop and let tiamatsprite patch you up?
PS: ## ... she can do that? ##
HH: horusprite can at least
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] summons Horusprite --
PS: ## *low stuff up and stuff sure *ut healing never seen her do it ##
PS: ## might *e a personality thing ##
HH: horus, could you help him?
HORUSPRITE: EX-TER-MIN-ATE IN-JUR-IES
HH: fucking dalek
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## thanks ##
PS: ## thats a lot *etter ##
HH: not entirely altruistic on my part
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the hug --
HH: you were gone a lot longer than i thought
HH: had me worried
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## lets just say it was a close call ##
HH: i'm just glad you're safe
HH: do you want to talk about it?
PS: ## im gonna have nightmares a*out this for the rest of my life ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] leads him to the couch and sits down --
HH: i'm listening
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## everythin a*out that ##
PS: ## that ##
PS: ## just ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] shudders --
HH: it's not good to bottle it up
HH: trust me
HH: i can't help you if you don't tell me
PS: ## everythin that *astard did was just wrong ##
HH: that's how they are
PS: ## he was ##
PS: ## like livin liquid shadow ##
PS: ## i mean i thought hed *e a ghost like those spectres or a shadowy monster like a grue or those things from harry potter ##
HH: dementors
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## he wasnt like any of that ##
PS: ## he wasnt anythin ##
PS: ## he was just ##
PS: ## *lack ##
PS: ## shadow ##
PS: ## hungry darkness ##
HH: i can see why that'd bother you
PS: ## thats not the worst part ##
PS: ## freaky tentacle monster tryin to eat me, i could handle that ##
HH: ...
HH: eat?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: jeez
PS: ## he was just shadows and tendrils except for a huge fuckin mouth full of teeth ##
HH: worst dullahan did was make me shoot myself and cess in the head
PS: ## he ##
PS: ## he could move faster than i could see ##
PS: ## any place where there were shadows ##
PS: ## he was just ##
PS: ## there ##
PS: ## ugh ##
PS: ## i can still taste it ##
HH: taste?
PS: ## he ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] shudders --
PS: ## he tried to choke me a lot ##
PS: ## after a *it he got tired of goin for the neck ##
PS: ## he ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] holds his hand --
PS: ## shoved some of himself down my throat and in my nose ##
HH: oh god...
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] clenches his eyes and jaw for a few moments --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] holds him close and strokes his hair --
HH: it's all right
HH: you're all right, evan
PS: ## that was the freakiest thing ive ever done ##
PS: ## please tell me i never have to do anythin like that again ##
HH: you don't
HH: it's done
HH: he's dead
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] sighs and leans against her --
PS: ## now just jeanne ##
HH: yeah
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shudders --
PS: ## god ##
PS: ## i dont know how were gonna do this ##
HH: i don't know
HH: i just hope i don't freeze up
PS: ## this game ##
PS: ## whose *rilliant idea was it to put the fate of existence in the hands of a *unch of kids ##
HH: we're not kids anymore
HH: haven't been from the moment we installed it
PS: ## guess that makes sense ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] leans her head against his --
PS: ## how long have we *een in here? ##
PS: ## a couple weeks? ##
HH: about
PS: ## feels like years... ##
HH: yeah...
HH: what would you be doing now?
HH: if we were still out there
PS: ## itd *e january right? ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## *ack in school i guess ##
HH: same
PS: ## learnin useless shit ##
PS: ## dodgin drake ##
HH: i don't think i told you this
HH: but cess and i had a big fight around halloween
PS: ## what a*out? ##
HH: i told her i wanted to go to university in america
PS: ## why? ##
HH: good schools, good chem programs
HH: closer to all of you
HH: thought it might be my only chance to ever meet any of you
HH: seems daft now
HH: i don't know
HH: why us?
PS: ## literal answer? ##
PS: ## we were made for this ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] punches him on the shoulder --
PS: ## ow ##
HH: you know what i mean
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## i dunno, eris ##
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## thats the way it is ##
HH: i guess
HH: can't complain about it, i suppose
HH: never thought we'd actually meet
PS: ## i feel a little *ad thinkin a*out it like this tho ##
HH: why's that?
PS: ## with what happened to the rest of the world ##
PS: ## all those people ##
PS: ## me *ein happy that im a*le to *e here with you ##
HH: what else can we do?
PS: ## finish the jo* ##
HH: we will
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## eris ##
HH: yes?
PS: ## do you think we stand a chance? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] closes her eyes --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sits straight up in surprise --
HH: you know...
HH: i think we actually do
PS: ## what? ##
PS: ## really/ ##
HH: seems that way
HH: =)
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## i got a more important question for you then ##
HH: oh?
HH: what's that?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] pulls a crystal ring out of a coat pocket --
HH: ...
PS: ## i guess it really doesnt mean anythin official ##
PS: ## what with civilization *ein gone and all ##
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## it means somethin to me ##
PS: ## will you marry me eris? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] stares --
HH: evan...
HH: i
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] laughs --
PS: ## ? ##
HH: i can't believe this
HH: i
HH: where did you even get that?
PS: ## made it ##
PS: ## crystal from eligors cave ##
HH: ...
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] stares at his hands --
HH: we're fighting for our lives out here
HH: and you go back into the cave of the thing that tried to eat your face
HH: to make a ring
HH: and propose
HH: evan, you are the biggest sap in the universe
PS: ## yeah... ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
PS: ## sorry, this is st- ##
HH: and i love you for it
PS: ## ! ##
PS: ## um ##
HH: yes
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] looks up --
HH: evan
HH: if i didn't want to spend the rest of my life with you, i wouldn't care near as much about immortality
HH: you just caught me off guard is all
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## i should ##
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## try not to do that too much huh? ##
HH: i don't think it'll be that big an issue
HH: can't really drop much bigger than this on me, can you?
PS: ## no, i guess not ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes hyperactiveHistorian's [HH's] hand --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] puts the ring on her finger --
PS: ## it seems kinda ##
PS: ## i dunno, too passive ##
PS: ## may*e when this is all over we can have somethin more cele*ratory ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] presses her forehead against his --
HH: do you want that?
PS: ## not so much, just seems the thing to do ##
HH: i don't need anything flashy, ev
HH: i've got you
PS: ## and that wont change ##
PS: ## not if i got anythin to say a*out it ##
HH: good
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] kisses hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] wraps her arms around petrifiedSeeker [PS] and returns it --
PS: ## i love you eris, forever ##
HH: i love you, too
HH: i might not get to grow old with you
HH: but i'll be damned if that makes a bit of difference
HH: even
HH: even if we can't find a solution
HH: we've got your whole life ahead of us
HH: and if that's all we get, it'll be enough
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## *ut first we fight like hell to find another way ##
HH: course we do
PS: ## :] ##
HH: =)
-- hyperactiveHistorian's [HH'S] smile fades --
PS: ## what? ##
HH: i was just thinking
HH: cecily would've loved to meet you
PS: ## eris... ##
HH: she'd approve of you, i know that much
PS: ## well do somethin ##
PS: ## she needs it, i think ##
PS: ## she deserved it ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] tears up --
HH: i'll never see her again
HH: i don't have anyone else
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs her close --
PS: ## itll *e okay ##
HH: promise me you won't leave me
PS: ## never ##
PS: ## never in life ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs him tight --
HH: thank you
PS: ## eris... ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] doesn't release the hug --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gently combs her hair --
HH: i've been horrible to you
PS: ## how? ##
HH: ...
HH: evan
HH: you asked me to marry you
HH: i laughed at you
PS: ## you said so yourself ##
PS: ## i just surprised you ##
HH: it's no excuse
HH: and i'm sorry
PS: ## its alright ##
PS: ## you said yes ##
PS: ## thats what matters ##
HH: you aren't mad?
PS: ## how could i *e? ##
PS: ## eris ##
HH: because i'm a bitch to you
HH: constantly
HH: and you've never said a word about it
PS: ## youre the girl ive dreamed a*out for years ##
PS: ## you just agreed to marry me ##
PS: ## a few less than nice words is a small price to pay ##
HH: i don't know what to say
PS: ## you already said everythin i needed ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smiles --
HH: what do we do now?
PS: ## its gettin close to the end ##
PS: ## were gonna need to start gettin ready to deal with jeanne soon ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## think may*e that should wait until tomorrow ##
PS: ## plannin for a *attle seems a lousy way to spend your weddin night ##
HH: you're no fun
HH: then what's your bright idea?
PS: ## well like i said ##
PS: ## weddin night ##
HH: heh
HH: i can work with that
PS: ## after you then? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes petrifiedSeeker's [PS's] hand --
HH: come on, then
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes hyperactiveHistorian's [HH's] hand and follows --
HH: ...
HH: evan
PS: ## what? ##
HH: did you really make this after you fought eligor?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: with a broken arm?
PS: ## well... alchimeter did most of the work to *e honest ##
HH: you're hopeless
PS: ## yeah, pro*a*ly ##
PS: ## lets postpone the lecture until mornin hmm? ##
HH: if you insist
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns it --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 01:08 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by MessiahForHire Sun Jun 05, 2011 3:19 pm
MORE ROMANCE
-- amazonaReveille [AR] exits the gate and lands on the nearest platform --
The part where Joan's explaining the land needs to be tweaked a bit because I was confused about chronology but yeah.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] exits the gate and lands on the nearest platform --
- Spoiler:
- MT: !
MT: Shea!
MT: Hi!
AR: Hey :)
MT: I see you made it okay. How're you holding up?
AR: Alright, I think. It's been an interesting trip.
MT: Oh yeah?
AR: Yeah. Got a little sidetracked here and there... I'm guessing on quests I'll need to go back and do later.
MT: Heh, yeah, there are so many of those.
MT: Just.
MT: QUESTS.
MT: EVERYWHERE.
AR: Heehee.
MT: No really I'm not even joking
MT: So much stuff to do around here it's not even funny.
AR: Yeah, I bet. I haven't even really gotten to looking around my own place too much either.
MT: Those axolotls are slave drivers I swear on every crazy thing this game does.
AR: Huh?
MT: My axolotls. The little guys that inhabit this place that I told you about.
AR: Oh right.
MT: they've apparently got a lot to do... Like, building things, and upgrading this place.
MT: Oh!
MT: Speaking of!
AR: Hm?
MT: Come on, you gotta see it!
AR: See wha-
-- mercilessTango [MT] grabs Shea's hand and starts going upstairs with her in tow --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] gets dragged --
MT: It's still kind of ugly but it's already a bit better than before
MT: Still super hot down there like you have no idea
AR: Where are we going?
MT: To where the view is, obviously! :D
AR: Whoa-okay?
MT: // ok they get to the top of Joan's house
MT: Now you're gonna have to speak up a bit obviously; one of the nice things about a land of noise is definitely all of the noise!
AR: :O
AR: Wow....
MT: Yeah, so it's already a lot less clunky
MT: And actually!
MT: If you look riiiiiiiight over there...
-- mercilessTango [MT] points to a spot in the distance that appears to be a bit of a clearing in the giant computer towers that litter the area --
MT: You can sort of see where one of the villages are
MT: And that small village of littler dudes there?
MT: In charge of upgrading this WHOLE AREA.
AR: ...
AR: Just that little bunch?
MT: Well it's a little deceiving because they somehow fit a LOT of small amphibian-people in small spaces
MT: But yeah.
AR: Wow.
AR: My little dinosaurs don't do anything like that.
MT: Well
MT: They're in charge of it
MT: But they're not very good at getting it all done, haha
AR: Then how'd it get this far?
MT: Well they're behind schedule
MT: By like a year or something
AR: A year!?
MT: Yeah... I think I should give the poor guys a hand with this stuff. :(
AR: Maybe. :)
AR: SO.
MT: SO?
AR: Where are we gonna have this picnic, huh?
MT: You just want to eat all my delicious food on me, don't you!
MT: Come on, I prepared stuff downstairs
MT: // AND THEN THEY ALL FELL DOWN THE STAIRS EVEN AFTER BEING WARNED
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blushes a little as she followed --
AR: // DX
MT: WELCOME TO MY KITCHEN! :D
AR: Wow.
AR: This is very nice.
MT: Yeah
MT: Too bad I don't get to spend more time in here
AR: Why's that?
MT: Iunno, I kind of enjoy preparing food. It's very zen.
MT: ...eeeeeeeeexcept when I cook.
AR: >_>
AR: So. Sandwiches. :)
MT: Exactly.
AR: Sounds good to me.
MT: We have a whole bunch of cold cuts here, and I cut up some basic lettuce, tomato, onions, cucumber... regular stuff to put on. If you want more than the standard fare, I might be able to find something hanging around
MT: I could swear I saw an avocado around here recently, and I hear those might be pretty tasty in a sandwich.
AR: I'm not a big fan of them, but most of the other stuff looks good. :)
MT: Okay cool
MT: What sort of sauce would you want on a sandwich? You a vanilla kind of girl or is there something neat you might like?
-- mercilessTango [MT] opens up the fridge and explored the various shelves --
AR: Mayo, mustard, maybe relish?
MT: Got it, got it, aaaaaaaaaaaaand... yeah wow there's a bit. Wow this must be old.
AR: ... Yeah, I'll pass. Maybe you can hit an imp with it. :)
AR: It's not growing anything is it...?
MT: No, no, this stuff lasts forever, I thought?
AR: It's made of pickles, it'll go bad eventually. :?
MT: I have no idea let's check if there's a date on it.
MT: Okay here we go
MT: Yeah, no, it's fine for like years okay
AR: Oh, okay then.
AR: Thanks.
MT: I just mean it must be super old because I do not recall having relish.
AR: Maybe it just got shoved back.
MT: Well obviously.
MT: But I mean why is it even here wow.
MT: Oh well, it's here so it's here.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] shrugs --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] puts a sandwich together --
MT: Hmmmmm
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets out a box of long toothpicks --
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts making a double-decker sandwich --
MT: yessssssss
AR: Hah.
AR: Going for the Dagwood sandwich? :P
MT: Huh?
AR: Old comic strip in the newspapers. Guy liked to make huge huge sandwiches. My dad would make them.
MT: Heh
MT: Well it is a hugeISH sandwich.
MT: But this is totally one I'm making for us both. You gotta try it, okay?
AR: Alright.
MT: Awesome.
MT: I hope you like it. :D
AR: So. Where to now? Or we just eat here?
MT: Here?
MT: What no way.
MT: Here, just...
-- mercilessTango [MT] grabs napkins and puts them beside the food --
MT: Gimme a minute... I think we have some sort of portable juice hanging around.
AR: Okay.
MT: If not we have a couple water bottles, if that's more your thing.
MT: Juice is tasty though.
AR: Either or is fine.
-- mercilessTango [MT] rummages around a bit more and manages to find a bunch of bottles of apple juice --
MT: SCORE.
AR: :D
MT: APPLE
MT: JUUUIIIICE
MT: :D
MT: WHOOOOOO!
AR: Heehee
-- mercilessTango [MT] cheers and makes a spectacle of herself in celebration --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] giggles --
-- mercilessTango [MT] offers Shea a bottle with a flourish of her hands --
MT: My lady.
AR: ...
-- amazonaReveille [AR] smiles and takes the bottle --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] sets it next to her plate --
AR: Hey Joan...
MT: Myeees?
-- mercilessTango [MT] grabs a couple of empty water bottles and starts to fill them up --
AR: We kinda need to talk... probably better before we go anywhere.
MT: Oh.
MT: Um.
MT: Sure.
AR: I just...
AR: Well, I've had a lot of time to think on this trip, getting here.
AR: Sorting things out...
MT: Mhm?
AR: Joan, I need you to be honest with me.
AR: Blunt if you have to.
MT: Yeah, sure.
MT: Anything for you, hon.
AR: When we talked before... when I was on my way here...
AR: I...
AR: Gah. I don't know how to say it.
MT: Say it in the most obscene way possible. Then everyone is too shocked and/or weirded out and/or uncomfortable about the way you said it rather than the actual content of what you're saying.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blinks --
AR: Huh?
MT: Hey, it's worked for me. :D
AR: Heheh...
AR: It's just...
AR: I'm worried that the way that conversation played out... that you might have gotten the feeling I'd only be interested in you if the alternative didn't work out...
AR: Which isn't true at all!
MT: No worries, Shea. I understand.
AR: Really?
MT: I wouldn't ever think of you as someone to treat matters like this as lightly as you'd need to to be satisfied with another person as being "second best," or something
AR: Okay.
AR: Thank you.
AR: I made my decision.
MT: Thanks? For what?
MT: Oh yeah?
AR: For trusting me.
AR: I...
AR: Well... I've never had a lot of friends.
AR: Just Eris, but then I moved... and you guys were always so far away...
AR: I never had someone I could rely on. You know what I mean? :/
MT: Well, I guess you had your parents and aunt, but that's not like a close in-person friend at all, eh?
AR: Yeah, it's not the same.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] takes Joan's hands --
MT: Uh
AR: I'm not really sure what all we're supposed to do, but I think this is a good start. :)
MT: Yeah
MT: Step one complete.
-- mercilessTango [MT] reddens a bit --
MT: Now the question is
MT: What's the next step you're gonna go for, hm?
AR: I... err...
AR: Don't really know, heh.
AR: What normally happens next?
MT: Well it does depend on what everyone's comfortable with, you know
MT: But you can always just say what the hell and we can skip to the last one.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blushes brightly --
MT: I think we might be a little overdressed for the occasion, though.
MT: So that would be a thing to remedy.
AR: Ummm...
AR: I think... that might be rushing it... just a bit.
MT: Hahah, see what I mean?
AR: I'm new at this!
MT: No, I mean about saying things in new, fun and exciting ways.
MT: You just went and focused on the smutty parts!
AR: O.o
MT: Okay sorry about that.
MT: I'm just being kinda silly.
-- mercilessTango [MT] curls her fingers around Shea's --
MT: So where were we...?
AR: Well...
AR: Um...
AR: Seriously how do these things usually start.
MT: Well
MT: How about you start by saying exactly what it is you intend to do with me. :P
AR: ... O.o?
MT: Okay fine seriously then.
MT: I'll do my best but no promises, okay? I just can't help myself around pretty girls.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blushes redder --
AR: Well...
AR: Just for the record...
AR: You're not too bad on the eyes yourself.
MT: Oh you flatter me.
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins --
MT: So what if you just
MT: Gave me an idea of what you expect?
AR: I don't really have any expectations, to be honest. :/
AR: I'm driving a bit blind here.
MT: Well I haven't really done this before either, since it's my turn to be honest.
AR: ... huh? Really?
MT: Yeah. It's my first time, babe. Be gentle with me?
AR: I mean... well, the way you talked to people, I just assumed....
MT: Haha, come on, Shea, that's not important anyways. Even if I had, it's not like it would change much of what's going on right now. They'd have been them, and you're you.
AR: Um.
MT: Hm?
AR: Wow...
AR: I just... figured at least one of us would know what we were getting into here.
MT: Hey, I said I have no personal experience.
-- mercilessTango [MT] moves her hand up to caress Shea's face --
MT: But that doesn't mean I don't have an idea.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] smiles and squeezes her other hand gently --
MT: So then, um, what if we just
MT: Take it slow for a little bit, until you feel a bit more at ease with all this.
AR: Yeah, that sounds right.
MT: Then we can take it from there? I don't want to move this too fast for you right off the bat.
AR: Yeah, sure. Just kind of new to all this
AR: Thanks :)
MT: Heh, anytime. :)
-- amazonaReveille [AR] hugs Joan --
-- mercilessTango [MT] hugs back, and kisses Shea on the cheek --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] leans her head on Joan's shoulder --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] releases Joan and takes a step back --
AR: So it's official then. :)
MT: Well if you say it is, then I guess it is. :)
AR: It sounds right.
AR: So. Celebratory dinner then? :D
-- mercilessTango [MT] is now an idle chum! --
MT: Yes!
MT: We will celebrate
MT: Your defeat!
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts tickling Shea --
AR: Eek!
-- amazonaReveille [AR] tickles back! --
MT: Nooo!
MT: I will persevere this time!
-- mercilessTango [MT] continues to tickle, doing her best to ignore Shea's tickling --
AR: Not fair!
MT: Is so!
MT: All's fair in love and war!
-- mercilessTango [MT] tickles more! --
AR: Ghahahaheeheehee
-- amazonaReveille [AR] tickles back --
-- mercilessTango [MT] tickles despite her own incessant laughter --
MT: you
MT: can't
MT: win!
-- amazonaReveille [AR] collapses into a giggling fit --
AR: Heeheehee...! Uncle, uncle!! Heehee...!
MT: Aha!
AR: So not fair!
MT: No quarter!
-- mercilessTango [MT] tickles even MORE --
AR: Aaaack!
AR: I -snnkk- I surr-eeeheehee-surrendered!
-- mercilessTango [MT] stops tickling and catches her breath --
MT: Okay
MT: So.
MT: Do you recognize me as the master tickler now?
-- amazonaReveille [AR] lies back on the floor breathing heavily --
AR: You have the title...
AR: For now.
MT: Oh yeah?
-- mercilessTango [MT] raises an eyebrow --
MT: Does this have something to do with how you found something unfair?
AR: You caught me off guard. You had an advantage.
AR: That won't be there next time. ;)
MT: It's like I said
MT: All's fair in love and war.
MT: This falls into at least one of those categories.
MT: So it's totally fair.
AR: Uh huh.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] sits up --
AR: Then I guess this is fair too.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] kisses Joan --
MT: !!!
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses back --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] pulls back slowly and grins --
AR: I'm guessing that was... um...
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins like an idiot --
AR: That was your first romantic kiss too, huh?
MT: Yeah.
MT: But it was perfectly fair.
AR: Yeah.
MT: However...
AR: Hm?
MT: If you had anything in mind that might actually be considered UNfair...
-- amazonaReveille [AR] turns bright red --
MT: ...Then you can keep it to yourself until you feel like you're ready enough because we agreed to not go too fast.
MT: :)
-- amazonaReveille [AR] laughs softly and hugs Joan --
-- mercilessTango [MT] hugs back --
MT: So
MT: I really do hate to kill the mood, but I promise to make it up to you.
MT: But there are a couple sandwiches and apple juice just sitting there, waiting to be a picnic, and a whole planet waiting to be explored.
AR: Yeah.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] stands and helps Joan back to her feet --
MT: Girl, I'mma take you out. ;D
AR: :D
AR: After you then. ^_^
MT: Well here wait--
-- mercilessTango [MT] grabs containers --
MT: We don't want our food just going everywhere, do we.
AR: Yeah.
-- mercilessTango [MT] packs it all up --
MT: Shall we?
AR: Yes.
The part where Joan's explaining the land needs to be tweaked a bit because I was confused about chronology but yeah.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sun Jun 05, 2011 3:27 pm
-- stoicShepherd [SS] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
- Spoiler:
- SS: Hello, Evan.
PS: ## hi yourself ##
PS: ## not the call i was expectin this early in the mornin ##
SS: I hope I wasn't interrupting anything.
PS: ## from what i hear you know everythin already ##
PS: ## kinda weird youd *e worried a*out schedule ##
SS: It's a courtesy.
PS: ## fair enough ##
PS: ## so ##
PS: ## to what do i owe the pleasure of the call? ##
SS: Metaphorically speaking
SS: My ears were burning.
PS: ## huh? ##
SS: I was under the impression you wanted a word with me.
PS: ## damn ##
PS: ## she wasnt kiddin ##
SS: Well?
SS: You haven't got forever.
SS: Say your piece.
PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## hows this immortality thing work, anyway? ##
SS: She told you about it, then.
PS: ## yeah ##
SS: I rather doubted she would.
PS: ## *ut figure might *e a *it more accurate from the source if you know what i mean ##
SS: Immortality means just that.
SS: No longer mortal.
PS: ## figured ##
SS: One who ascends to the god tiers will no longer fear time.
PS: ## just one crazy dragon lady ##
SS: Yes.
SS: I assume she mentioned the caveats.
PS: ## sorta ##
PS: ## not all that *ig on the details ##
SS: She can still die.
PS: ## the whole oh god im not going to die thing kind of overshadowed ##
PS: ## alright then ##
PS: ## lets have it ##
PS: ## whats the catch? ##
SS: One who ascends to god tier is, for all intents and purposes, immortal. Eternal.
SS: Unless their death is heroic or just.
PS: ## right ##
PS: ## lets get down to specifics here ##
PS: ## define that ##
SS: It would be just should she become a villain and need to be stopped.
SS: It would be heroic should it make her a martyr.
PS: ## so ##
PS: ## either she goes out fightin the *ad guy, or she is the *ad guy ##
PS: ## otherwise ##
PS: ## nada ##
SS: Correct.
SS: Frankly, it seems like a good deal from where I stand.
PS: ## oh yeah ##
PS: ## i cant argue with that ##
SS: There was no need for her to become belligerent over it.
PS: ## im not sure thats the right word ##
PS: ## seemed more upset to me ##
SS: If you insist.
PS: ## dont seem very convinced ##
SS: Does that matter?
SS: I would assume you would be more concerned with more pressing issues.
PS: ## pro*a*ly not ##
PS: ## whatd that *e then, mr godlike awareness? ##
SS: You can't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind.
SS: If there is a way to escape your own mortality.
PS: ## go on ##
SS: No.
PS: ## no youre not or no there isnt? ##
SS: If there is such a method, it is not known to me.
PS: ## may*e just not lookin in the right place ##
SS: Perhaps.
SS: I can't see you, you know.
PS: ## yeah? ##
SS: You are no longer in my universe.
PS: ## that doesnt stop the trolls from spyin on us and theyre not omnicient ##
SS: They are in the game as well.
SS: They have the proper mechanisms to see you.
PS: ## seems like it wouldnt *e all that difficult for you to get your hands on the same ##
SS: Perhaps not.
SS: However
SS: I suspect it would bother you if I did.
PS: ## a *it voyeurish ya think? ##
SS: You would have to be the judge of that.
SS: Tell me.
SS: What are you doing right now?
PS: ## sittin on a couch yakkin with you ##
SS: So it would not bother you at this precise moment.
PS: ## lets *e honest here ##
PS: ## you cant see me *ut that doesnt stop your shiny white super*rain from knowin exactly whats goin on ##
PS: ## that a*out right? ##
SS: Not the precise details, no.
PS: ## so why ask? ##
SS: Consider it a courtesy.
SS: A further courtesy would be to advise you to make whatever point you would like very soon.
PS: ## whys that? ##
SS: This conversation will be interrupted within the next few minutes.
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## fair ##
PS: ## tell me a*out this thing with the trolls then, since we got the godmode thing covered ##
SS: I had thought I had made this abundantly clear.
SS: Their lives depend on yours.
PS: ## like i said *efore ##
PS: ## *etter to get it from the source, without any distortion ##
SS: If you are able to complete your session under their guidance, I will release them from their exile.
SS: Should you - and by extension, they - fail, I will not.
PS: ## so what happens then? they and we live in these little planets for the rest of our existence? ##
SS: Of course not.
SS: If you fail, Jeanne Leblanc will kill you.
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## yeah, fun that ##
PS: ## how much she got left to *reak, anyway? ##
PS: ## rick said she nuked derse some time ago ##
SS: You have until she finds the scepter.
PS: ## tick tock ##
PS: ## what a*out them then? whos left to kill them off? ##
SS: Time.
SS: Or each other.
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## how can you do that? ##
PS: ## just stand there and watch people die ##
PS: ## people you locked in a cage ##
SS: They broke the rules.
SS: Actions have consequences, Evan.
SS: I could not let them run roughshod into this universe.
PS: ## didnt stop us ##
PS: ## *it of a vicious dou*le standard there ##
SS: I don't need to have this argument a second time.
PS: ## fair enough ##
PS: ## im due for an interruption here in a few seconds anyway if your timins right ##
SS: You sound just like your wife.
PS: ## heh ##
SS: I wouldn't find that so amusing if I were you.
PS: ## yeah *ut then again you and i never really got each others sense of humor ##
PS: ## the more things change the more they stay the same eh? ##
SS: I suppose.
SS: One last thing.
SS: Be careful with that machinery. You'll need it.
PS: ## eh? ##
SS: You'll see.
PS: ## ... ##
SS: And now you'll want to turn around.
PS: ## what? ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] turns --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses him on the cheek --
PS: ## yeah see ya ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering stoicShepherd [SS] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sun Jun 05, 2011 4:55 pm
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] at 15:44 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: hey =)
MT: Hey.
MT: Something wrong?
MT: :D
HH: not at all
MT: 'Course not. What's up?
HH: i wanted to thank you
HH: for nagging me to talk to evan
MT: No problem sis. :D
HH: because he asked me to marry him
MT: Whoa what
MT: Who's gonna be the flower girl, then, if YOU'RE the one getting married! D:
HH: ...
HH: what
MT: You'd make the best flower girl. Admit it.
HH: what does that have to do with anything?
MT: ...What does it not have to do with marriage.
MT: <_<
HH: well
HH: it's not like we can really have a ceremony or anything
HH: but he gave me a ring
MT: Whoa like a serious bona fide ring for that.
HH: yeah
MT: That's
MT: So great
MT: I'm so happy for you!
HH: thanks =)
MT: Does that mean it was his idea, too?
HH: yeah
MT: FINALLY the damn boy shows some initiative! :D
HH: heh...
HH: i think he's finally growing a spine after all
MT: Well if he's no longer completely whipped, is that good or bad news for you? :P
HH: definitely good
MT: Good!
MT: Nurture that spine.
HH: i plan to
MT: You might need to go easy on him for a bit though. You might strain something of his.
HH: ...
MT: What? Spines are delicate.
HH: that didn't take long
MT: For?
HH: you to start making comments
MT: About wanting Evan to develop his spine and not having a bad experience during that?
HH: sure, we can go with that
MT: What did you assume I meant, hmmm?
HH: ...
HH: how are you doing?
MT: Eris.
MT: I say this with complete sincerity.
MT: You have a smutty mind.
HH: well you'd be the expert
MT: I'm currently taking pupils, if you're interested.
HH: i'll pass
MT: You'd rather do than think? Sure, no biggie.
HH: why can't we ever just have a normal conversation? =/
MT: Because you keep on thinking I'm passing out innuendo like cheap cigars.
HH: you usually are
HH: it's generally safer to assume that
HH: it tends to be worse for me when i don't
MT: But when I'm not, you latch onto that idea and tempt me!
HH: thought that was shea's job
MT: Shea the temptress? Hmmmm, now there IS an idea...
MT: Remind us to pay a visit to an alchemiter later, please?
HH: thought she already made most of inara's wardrobe
MT: Most, yeah.
MT: That's not ALL.
MT: Also
MT: Sometimes
MT: Juuuuust sometimes
MT: We can make do with something that isn't Firefly.
HH: for shame
MT: Says the girl who made Dresden stuff, among other things.
HH: most of which i can't wear anymore
MT: Not the point.
HH: heh
HH: i wonder if i could convince evan to try anything like that
MT: Hmmmmm
HH: all he's made is captain mal
MT: Tightpants!Mal?
HH: yeah
HH: why?
MT: So he made the tightpants outfit, not the regular captainy outfit. Just clarifying.
HH: oh
HH: no
MT: Oh
MT: okay
MT: That might be a good place to start, if you want to find out.
HH: find out what
MT: If he's into the outfit thing.
HH: ...
HH: oh
HH: that
HH: wasn't what i meant
MT: Plus he will need dress clothes at LEAST if he intends to make a good husband. :P
HH: i meant the dress clothes!
MT: That's what I'm talking about!
MT: Now, at least.
MT: 'Cause he has no business being wed with someone in casual clothing.
HH: i don't really know how we'd manage a ceremony, though
MT: Well
HH: no one to perform it
MT: One of us could.
HH: you would?
MT: I mean, if you guys wanted, I don't think there's any one of us who wouldn't proudly do our best.
MT: Are you asking me to?
HH: we'd need to run it by evan
MT: Well if you're asking me
MT: I'd be completely honoured to do so.
HH: thank you...
MT: And I promise
MT: If this thing happens and is a thing
MT: I'll be on my best behaviour. <
MT: *<3
HH: i appreciate it, joan
HH: i really do
MT: Glad I could help out in some way with your happiness. :)
HH: you already have
HH: probably never would've happened if you hadn't nagged me into talking to him
MT: I was under the impression it wasn't just nagging. :P
HH: you know what i mean
MT: Yeah and don't worry I'll love you anyways
HH: =)
HH: i should probably go, then
HH: need to talk to him about this and some other stuff
MT: Yeah, get back to Evan. Nurture that lovely spine.
HH: heh
HH: we need to have a group meet-up soon
MT: I'd wish you a happy honeymoon but apparently you're not completely married yet. :D
HH: well
HH: thanks anyway
MT: No problem. <3
HH: i'll talk to you later, then
MT: Seeyou around. :D
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] at 16:54 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:33 pm
Eris: Keep to the Code
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] at 19:36 --
Eris: Initiate plan.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 16:13 --
Eris and Evan: Return to the lab
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] at 19:36 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: hey
HH: so i just got done talking with shea
MT: Heh.
HH: first
HH: i'm happy for you two
MT: Thanks.
HH: second
MT: :D
HH: and i'm not too worried about this
HH: but i'd be a horrible friend if i didn't bring it up
HH: gotta read you the riot act, hon
HH: shea's been my best friend for years, and i know you'll make her happy
HH: but
HH: if i find out you've done anything to hurt her
HH: i'll end you, joan
MT: If I end up hurting her...
MT: I'd look forward to it.
MT: There is no one I'd hate to see upset more than her.
HH: good
HH: like i said, i don't think i have anything to worry about with you =)
HH: sis code, though
HH: gotta warn them right up front
MT: Yeah, of course.
MT: You're a good friend, Eris.
HH: so are you
MT: Hm?
HH: a good friend
MT: :D
MT: I try.
HH: be careful with her, all right?
HH: she's had it rough
MT: 'Course.
MT: Poor girl's been through a lot.
HH: yeah
MT: So we've agreed to take it slow until we have a better idea of what we both want out of this.
HH: probably for the best
HH: okay
HH: that's all i needed to say
HH: good luck to you both
HH: and i won't take up any more of your time =)
MT: Thanks Eris, it means a lot to me.
MT: Yeah good.
MT: 'Cause I ain't sharing. :D
HH: heh
HH: later
MT: See you later, Eris. I'd better get back to doting over Shea now. :D
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] at 19:52 --
Eris: Initiate plan.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 16:13 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: morning
PS: ## hey you ##
HH: what's with the look?
PS: ## sorry ##
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## shep gettin in my head is all ##
HH: ...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sits next to him --
HH: what did he want?
PS: ## apparently heard what i had to say a*out him *efore ##
PS: ## took me up on the implied challenge ##
HH: oh
HH: you all right?
PS: ## i dont know? ##
HH: =/
PS: ## sorry ##
PS: ## lousy sorta thing to wake up to, i know ##
HH: it's all right
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] holds Evan's hand --
HH: not your fault
PS: ## he says theres no way ##
PS: ## course he might *e lyin, or may*e his know it all aint perfect ##
HH: ...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs Evan --
HH: it'll be okay
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs back --
PS: ## guh ##
PS: ## werent our positions here reversed less than ten hours ago? ##
HH: heh...
HH: sorry about that
HH: i didn't mean to lose it on you
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] sits up and sets his computer aside --
PS: ## eris... ##
PS: ## i gotta ask ##
HH: sis was always big on repression over making a scene
PS: ## oh ##
HH: never have been good at handling things
HH: and
HH: well
HH: couldn't really stand the idea of everyone knowing what a wreck i really am
HH: what did you want to ask?
PS: ## that was it, really ##
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## i wanna help ##
PS: ## i just dont know what to do ##
HH: you don't have to do anything, ev
HH: just be here
HH: same goes for you
HH: i know living with drake wasn't the best thing for you
HH: i'm here for you, any way i can be
PS: ## thank you ##
HH: don't even need to say it
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses his forehead --
PS: ## just how messed up are we eris? ##
HH: on a scale of one to ten?
HH: i think we broke it
PS: ## :| ##
HH: psych's never been my subject, ev
PS: ## i guess ##
HH: that can't have been all shep wanted
HH: he didn't just bother you to say you're doomed =/
PS: ## he answered a few questions ##
PS: ## just me gettin him to confirm what ive *een hearin *ouncin around ##
HH: like what?
PS: ## the thing with the trolls, the way godmode works, just how psychic he really is, stuff like that ##
HH: oh
PS: ## its creepy ##
PS: ## he knows a*out us ##
PS: ## you and me ##
HH: let him
HH: what can he do about it?
PS: ## he made a point of sayin he cant see us, not like the trolls can ##
PS: ## *ut like hell it makes much of a difference if he knows whats goin on anyway ##
HH: ...
HH: i didn't think to warn lygara not to check up on me
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## pro*a*ly shoulda said somethin to foraii too now that you mention it ##
HH: oh well
PS: ## he did mention somethin else ##
PS: ## shep i mean, not foraii ##
HH: what?
PS: ## he said to *e careful with the machines, cause wed need em ##
HH: ...
HH: how did he know?
PS: ## same way he knows everythin else i guess ##
PS: ## howd he know wed *een talkin a*out him>? ##
PS: ## howd he know were married? ##
PS: ## like i said ##
HH: i was just talking to shea and joan
PS: ## creepy ##
HH: and i had the idea of going to that lab you told me about
HH: might be something we could use
HH: more importantly, though
HH: you talked to him about god tier?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: what did he tell you?
PS: ## same thing you told me ##
PS: ## youre immortal ##
PS: ## unless you get shanked *y jeanne or go to the dark side yourself ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smacks herself in the forehead --
HH: i knew i forgot to mention that
PS: ## doesnt change anythin ##
HH: yes it does
HH: evan
HH: i want you to promise me something
PS: ## what? ##
HH: if i do go to the dark side
HH: kill me
PS: ## what ##
PS: ## wait what ##
PS: ## how th ##
HH: i don't want to be a villain
PS: ## how did we get to this ##
HH: please
PS: ## i ##
PS: ## eris ##
PS: ## i cant do this ##
HH: i don't think it'll happen, evan
HH: i just want to know that there'll be someone to stop me if it does
HH: and i trust you
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## okay... ##
PS: ## ill try ##
HH: thank you
PS: ## i think we got a *it sidetracked ##
HH: a bit, yeah
PS: ## so you were talkin to the girls ##
PS: ## whats your idea? ##
HH: ...which one?
HH: joan's all set to plan a proper ceremony
HH: i'm more focused on getting to the lab, though
PS: ## figures heh ##
PS: ## thought we werent doin a ceremony ##
HH: so did i
HH: if you want to tell her no, go ahead
PS: ## i wouldnt mind somethin small, i guess ##
PS: ## that and tellin joan no when she starts gettin ideas is like kickin a puppy ##
HH: you realize it'd meann you have to wear something besides a t-shirt or the mal suit
HH: mean*
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: good =)
PS: ## *ut yeah, more important stuff first ##
PS: ## whats your plan at the la*? ##
HH: i've got two
HH: one - check the machines and see if there's something that could give us a shot at letting you live longer
HH: two - pack up the cloning equipment and take it with us
PS: ## where to? ##
HH: out of sburb
PS: ## you mean when we finish? ##
HH: yeah
HH: i want it with us now though
HH: i don't know if we'll have time to get it later
PS: ## or if jeanne might go crashin through the veil thinkin we stashed the scepter there ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## what do you plan to do with it? ##
HH: ...
HH: evan, we're gonna do a little math here
HH: six of us, three girls, three boys
HH: two of the girls are dating each other
HH: and as the trolls have so kindly pointed out
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## duh ##
HH: we're gonna have to repopulate
HH: and
HH: um
PS: ## yeah i feel like an idiot now ##
HH: ok
PS: ## yeah dont finish that sentence please ##
HH: same page then
PS: ## ok ##
PS: ## *ut thats not all of it is it? ##
HH: it kinda was
PS: ## ok ##
HH: i don't know if there's anything in there that'll help the other issue
HH: but solving one problem's better than we have right now
PS: ## we wont know until we look right? ##
HH: right
PS: ## we need to arrange a meetin time with the others to have a war talk ##
PS: ## *ut until then might as well show you to the la* and have a look around ##
HH: we'll meet up with them when we get done there
PS: ## yeah ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] puts an arm around Evan --
HH: hey
HH: don't let shep get you down
HH: i don't care what he says
HH: i'm not giving up on you
PS: ## thanks ##
HH: we'll find something
PS: ## i hope so ##
PS: ## god i hope so ##
PS: ## im not scared of dyin ##
PS: ## not like that ##
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## jesus eris i know what it feels like to *e alone ##
PS: ## *ein like that forever ##
PS: ## eris ##
PS: ## if anythin was gonna drive a god to the dark side ##
PS: ## thatd *e it ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] nods --
HH: i buried you once, evan
HH: i don't want to do it again
PS: ## then lets get to this ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] squeezes his hand --
HH: lead the way
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 18:54 --
Eris and Evan: Return to the lab
- Spoiler:
- PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## this should *e the cave ##
HH: are all of the caves this unsettling?
HH: i mean, it's pretty with the lasers
HH: but
HH: really
PS: ## eligor ##
PS: ## *astard was pretty much invisi*le unless you had white light on him ##
PS: ## lasers get through the rock *right enough to see kinda ##
PS: ## *ut nothing *right or direct enough to *reak his stealth ##
HH: jeez
PS: ## cmon ##
PS: ## its right through here ##
HH: where?
PS: ## just around here ##
PS: ## there ##
PS: ## just step on this thing here ##
HH: the disc?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## its like those things from star trek ##
HH: if you say so...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] steps into the pad --
HH: is something supposed to ha-
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] vanishes --
PS: ## heh ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] steps onto the pad --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] is transportalized into the lab --
HH: that was weird
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## *ut what a*out this game isnt? ##
HH: land designs are pretty cool
HH: so this is it?
PS: ## true ##
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## ... ##
HH: it's...
PS: ## you hear that? ##
HH: not what i was expecting
HH: hm?
PS: ## huh ##
PS: ## theyre still here ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] looks around --
HH: oh my
HH: ...who is this on my leg
PS: ## ah ##
PS: ## redhead ##
PS: ## either rick or sheas dad ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] picks up the baby --
HH: where should i put him?
PS: ## *ack with the others in here i guess ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] walks over and sets him down --
PS: ## sigrun said theyll *e fine *ut i dont like leavin em unwatched ##
HH: yeah
HH: wow
HH: you weren't kidding
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## wheres the derse lady who was here *efore? ##
HH: it's a lot to take in
HH: what?
PS: ## the janitor, i think ##
PS: ## she was keepin an eye on them when i left ##
HH: hm
HH: i haven't seen anyone
HH: ...
HH: evan
HH: how many babies did you clone?
PS: ## twelve ##
HH: check my maths, but i only count nine
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## *ugger ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] gives him an odd look --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] continues on into the next room --
HH: here's one!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] picks up the baby and walks back over --
HH: who's this one?
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## joan ##
HH: ...
HH: that does explain why she's gone straight for the chest
PS: ## heh ##
HH: so where are the other two?
HH: hey
HH: think i found your derse lady
PS: ## find one? ##
PS: ## oh ##
HH: ...what's she doing?
PS: ## i have no idea ##
HH: here we go
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shifts Joan to one arm and picks up the other baby --
HH: this one you?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: heh
PS: ## drakes hair is spikier ##
PS: ## speaking of ##
HH: ow
HH: he the one who just bit my leg?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] pulls another baby out from behind the machines --
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## no, that would *e matt ##
HH: ...
HH: god this is weird
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## i had my *rain explosion last time so if you wanna sit down and have a little freakout i can keep an eye on them til youre done ##
HH: no, already had that panic moment when you told me
HH: i just didn't think meeting the family would be quite like this
PS: ## heh ##
HH: come on, let's get them back so we can poke around the place properly
PS: ## alright ##
HH: besides, you're pulling my hair
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] nudges SC? --
PS: ## wake up time janitor lady ##
PS: ## heh ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] walks back into the main room of the lab and sets down Evan and Joan --
PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## all accounted for ##
HH: good
HH: where were those machines?
PS: ## right along the wall over here ##
HH: ok
PS: ## thats actually the platform they all came in on ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] immediately starts fiddling with the control panel --
PS: ## hey whoa ##
PS: ## whatre you doin? ##
HH: looking around
HH: is this you?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: how old are you, like four?
PS: ## give or take yeah ##
HH: you're adorable =)
PS: ## heh ##
HH: that your cousin?
HH: ...dad, i mean
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## same deal ##
HH: what the hell is he doing?
PS: ## oh yeah ##
PS: ## he tries to jump that thing ##
PS: ## *reaks his nose and three fingers ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] scrolls forward --
HH: why does he have a flamethrower
PS: ## its drake ##
PS: ## if he didnt have it id say you were too early in the timeline ##
HH: ...
HH: and you grew up with this
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## eris ##
HH: evan, i'm amazed he didn't kill you
PS: ## cmere for a sec ##
HH: hm?
PS: ## it was close a few times ##
PS: ## here ##
PS: ## im seven in this one ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] looks --
HH: what's he doing?
PS: ## takin screws out of the staircase ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs Evan --
PS: ## happy fuckin *irthday ##
HH: evan
HH: pray i never meet him
HH: i'll fucking murder him
PS: ## eris ##
PS: ## please ##
HH: ...
HH: i'm sorry
PS: ## i know ##
HH: i'll just
PS: ## i know ##
HH: look around
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] walks to another machine --
PS: ## eris wait ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] grabs her shoulder --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns --
PS: ## look ##
PS: ## i ##
PS: ## i know youre mad ##
HH: no
HH: i'm not
PS: ## and youre right to *e ##
HH: i passed mad a while back
PS: ## im messed up, eris ##
PS: ## i can admit that now ##
PS: ## youve *een tellin me for years ##
HH: i didn't think it was this bad, ev
PS: ## no*ody did ##
PS: ## i wouldnt tell anyone a*out this ##
PS: ## the fire ##
PS: ## the strifes ##
PS: ## yeah that happened ##
HH: i can't look at this right now, evan
HH: i need to not break the machine
PS: ## dont look ##
PS: ## here ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] walks around her so her back is to the machine --
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## i n ##
PS: ## i ne ##
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## i need... to talk a*out this ##
HH: ...
HH: all right
PS: ## you shared your pro*lems with me ##
HH: i know
HH: ...you're right
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs --
PS: ## i was scared, eris ##
HH: of course you were
HH: you were sane, evan
PS: ## no ##
PS: ## not scared of him ##
PS: ## that happened sometimes ##
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## scared that if i said anythin the cops or the feds or someone would come and take me away ##
HH: ...
HH: evan...
PS: ## it was stupid i know! ##
PS: ## *ut he was all i had ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] holds him gently --
PS: ## he scared me and he hurt me and he wasnt right for the world we lived in *ut he was all i had ##
HH: it's okay, evan
PS: ## just him and me and a shitty apartment for a roof over our heads ##
HH: that's done now
HH: he won't hurt you anymore
PS: ## why eris? ##
HH: i won't let him
PS: ## why cant i...? ##
PS: ## why cant i hate him? ##
HH: ...
HH: because he's your father
PS: ## that shouldnt matter dammit ##
PS: ## he *eat the crap out of me for fifteen years ##
PS: ## he put me in the hospital more times than i can count ##
HH: i know
HH: i saw the scars
PS: ## eris ##
PS: ## please ##
PS: ## i dont ##
PS: ## dont let me end up like that ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] dissolves into sobbing --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] holds him tight --
HH: you won;t
HH: evan, you won't
PS: ## how do you know ##
PS: ## its in my head eris ##
PS: ## in my goddamn *lood ##
HH: ...
HH: evan
HH: you're never going to turn into drake
HH: i promise
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## im okay ##
HH: i just know, evan
HH: look at me
PS: ## okay...? ##
HH: you really want to know how i know?
PS: ## y ##
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: because you've got something he doesn't
HH: it's in your eyes
HH: kindness
HH: gentleness
HH: i can tell just from looking that you'll never hurt anyone
HH: and
HH: i wouldn't be wearing this ring if i didn't sense that
PS: ## alright ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes a deep breath --
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## thank you eris ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes Evan's hand and squeezes it --
HH: you're going to be all right
HH: i'm gonna poke around the other machines now
HH: here
HH: poke around my past a bit, cheer yourself up
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## alright ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] wanders to a different machine* --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] flips through the timeline, occasionally snickering softly --
HH: i'm afraid to ask
PS: ## hm? ##
HH: you're laughing, and i know you're in my timeline
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## remem*er that chat we had a*out windows? ##
HH: which one?
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## im not sure ##
HH: why?
PS: ## just saw you launch one into a tree ##
HH: heh
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] heads over to where she is --
PS: ## find anythin? ##
HH: not sure what this one does
HH: still trying to find a way to move the crosshairs
HH: not working
PS: ## its all locked down ##
PS: ## that other one was like this until i finished clonin ##
PS: ## its pro*a*ly got a program or pattern it has to run first ##
PS: ## ... whats it locked on anyway? ##
HH: huh. this one's got a qwerty keyboard
PS: ## hey arent these your *ooks? ##
HH: ...yeah
HH: looks like it wants us to type something
PS: ## flip that switch on the right, it might turn that other screen on ##
HH: k
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## wha ##
PS: ## what is that? ##
HH: what?
PS: ## thats your room ##
HH: ...yeah
HH: it is
PS: ## why is it in your room there too ##
HH: looks like that one's on my graffiti
PS: ## hah! ##
HH: ...think that's what it wants?
HH: what?
PS: ## it IS a code! ##
HH: ah
HH: well
HH: go on
PS: ## yeah, i think it wants us to input ##
HH: you're closest to the keyboard
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## heh ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] begins typing --
HH: don't send it quite yet
PS: ## hm? ##
HH: i've got a feeling it's important
PS: ## alright, what then? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes a pen and notepad from her sylladex and copies it down --
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## heh ##
HH: if the chimes start without my asking, it tends to be important is all
PS: ## oh ##
HH: all right
PS: ## right yeah that would pro*a*ly *e a good thing to pay attention to ##
HH: got it
PS: ## alright sending ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hits the send key --
PS: ## ... ##
HH: that's rick's room for sure
PS: ## screen transition? ##
HH: looks just like the one on derse
PS: ## may*e it needs the whole code, all five versions ##
HH: probably
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] writes it down --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] continues entering the code --
HH: ok
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hits send --
PS: ## joan? ##
HH: holy shit
PS: ## ... what the fuck ##
HH: we'll ask later
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shakes her head and writes down the code --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] continues entering the code --
HH: got it
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hits send --
HH: shea now
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] writes it down --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] continues entering the code --
HH: got it
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hits send --
HH: you're up; should be the last
HH: ...
HH: remind me which note is which letter
PS: ## thats a ##
PS: ## thats c ##
PS: ## thats d ##
PS: ## thats e ##
HH: ok
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] writes it down --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] continues entering the code --
HH: and got it
HH: let's see what this does
PS: ## alright ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hits send --
PS: ## holy shit! ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] dives for cover --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ducks --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] stands back up, staring at the screen --
HH: ...
HH: who the hell is that
HH: and where is his face
PS: ## what the hell was that ##
HH: no clue
PS: ## it didnt do that the first time ##
PS: ## at all ##
HH: i have no idea what's going on here
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] scrolls through the timeline --
PS: ## place looks antique ##
PS: ## ... and anachronistic ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## look at this ##
HH: hm?
HH: ...
PS: ## this guys rich as hell ##
HH: do you see what i see?
HH: look at the typewriter
PS: ## look at all th- ##
PS: ## huh? ##
PS: ## wheres that zoom lever... ##
HH: look at the text on the paper there
PS: ## here we go ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] zooms in --
HH: please tell me it isn't what i think it is
PS: ## *lack *rown *lue orange red green ##
PS: ## thats an awful coincidental pattern eris ##
HH: then that means
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] looks at Evan --
PS: ## did we just make him? ##
HH: i think we did
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## fuck ##
HH: um
HH: does this effectively make shep our son?
PS: ## good god i hope not ##
HH: hey, maybe we can ground him if he doesn't let the trolls go
PS: ## somethin tells me that wouldnt work out too well ##
HH: probably not
HH: well
HH: now we know what the code was...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] stares off into space --
PS: ## what? ##
HH: evan...
HH: i had to scroll through a lot of time there
HH: i mean
HH: a lot
PS: ## okay ##
PS: ## *y a lot are we talking a couple years ##
PS: ## a couple hundred years ##
PS: ## or a couple millennia? ##
HH: milennia
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## what the hell ##
HH: do you think you can use this on anyone?
PS: ## has he *een there since the planet w- ##
PS: ## i dont think the machine works like that eris ##
PS: ## it doesnt mess with live stuff, just clones copies and makes new ones ##
HH: it locks onto living targets
HH: probably not impossible to change what it does
PS: ## yeah it should *e unlocked now if the other station is any indication ##
HH: instead of taking genetic codes, stands to reason you could infuse
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## how? ##
HH: i don't know
PS: ## hut ##
PS: ## **ut ##
PS: ## what did he say he was ##
PS: ## when you talked to him ##
HH: he didn't talk much about himself
HH: just waxing poetical about immortality
PS: ## *raggin? ##
HH: not bragging
HH: trying to get through to me, i guess
HH: or put me off guard, i don't know
HH: sure as hell sidetracked me from talking about the trolls
PS: ## we may wanna find out what the hell we just made ##
PS: ## though ##
PS: ## there is someone who might know ##
HH: i know what he is
HH: lygara told me
HH: earth's first guardian
PS: ## whats that? ##
PS: ## well *eyond the o*vious ##
HH: powerful immortal being bound to planets that will one day produce a race capable of running sburb
HH: supposed to protect them so they can get far enough to create a new universe
PS: ## ... ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] stares at the screen --
HH: evan
HH: it's the only lead we've got
PS: ## so ##
PS: ## its either i die ##
PS: ## or ##
PS: ## i take over a planet for forever ##
HH: ...
PS: ## and make sure another asshole like this doesnt ruin someone elses life ##
HH: you don't have to, evan
PS: ## eris ##
HH: we don't even know if it will work
PS: ## im not seein how theres a choice here ##
HH: i'll support you either way
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## the trolls have someone else who knows this tech, may*e they might know if its possi*le ##
PS: ## if it is ##
PS: ## ... ##
HH: evan?
PS: ## i cant let this happen again ##
PS: ## not s*ur*, thats gonna happen anyway, its got to ##
PS: ## new universes have to keep gettin *orn right? ##
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## what happened to us ##
PS: ## what happened to the trolls ##
PS: ## whats happenin now ##
PS: ## that ##
PS: ## i cant let it happen again ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] puts an arm around Evan --
HH: are you sure about this?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## more sure than anythin ive ever done in life ##
PS: ## except you ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs him --
PS: ## eris ##
PS: ## i didnt do much in this game ##
PS: ## hell i died for it ##
PS: ## when the final fight comes its not gonna *e me who makes the difference ##
PS: ## ill *e there to help ##
PS: ## *ut ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs her close --
PS: ## when its over ##
PS: ## when were done here ##
PS: ## i can make a difference to some world out there ##
PS: ## *y makin sure this never happens again ##
HH: i know you will
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses Evan --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the kiss --
HH: i love you, evan
PS: ## ilove you too eris ##
HH: and i'll stick with you, whatever happens
HH: i promise
PS: ## that means more than you know ##
HH: i know how much it meant when you said it to me
PS: ## we need to pack this stuff up ##
HH: right
HH: ...
HH: i'll try not to kill drake on sight
HH: for your sake
PS: ## thanks ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] squeezes his hand --
PS: ## im sorry i put you through this ##
HH: ...
HH: evan
HH: i'm sorry
HH: if i'd had any idea
HH: i never would've said half the things i did
PS: ## i think its actually *etter that you did ##
HH: what, calling you an idiot and treating you like a doormat all this time?
PS: ## i didnt ever start fighting *ack until after i met you ##
HH: ...
HH: i'm glad i could help you even that much
PS: ## you did ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] squeezes her hand --
PS: ## come on ##
PS: ## weve got a lot of work to do here ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## once the reckoning starts, all this is gone forever ##
HH: which is why we're taking it with us
PS: ## yeah ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] starts captchaloguing machines --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] does likewise --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 21:27 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Mon Jun 06, 2011 10:52 pm
Matt and Joan discuss matters of happiness and uncertainty.
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] at 19:33 --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] at 19:33 --
- Spoiler:
- MT: Hey. :DD
FS: ~Hey there
FS: ~Is something up?
MT: Yeah.
FS: ~What's the matter?
MT: Well
MT: Shea and I are together. :DDDDDDD
FS: ~Good for you
FS: ~Teamwork is essential right now
FS: ~And I know you two are pretty strong when you put your heads together
MT: Well, when we're through
MT: I'm sure we'll be putting more than that together. :P
FS: ~Joan, please tell me you're not going to try something dirty
FS: ~I don't think Shea's into that kind of stuff
MT: Well I don't know. She might.
MT: I mean, she already kissed me.
FS: ~She
FS: ~She did?
FS: ~Why?
MT: To get back at me for surprise tickles.
FS: ~I'm confused here
FS: ~I thought you two were working together
FS: ~Not playing games
MT: We're in a relationship, Matt. :)
FS: ~Wait
FS: ~Shea and you
FS: what
MT: Yeah.
FS: ~When?
FS: ~Just now or
FS: ~Has it been longer?
MT: Uh
MT: Not that long.
FS: ~Oh
MT: Basically it was made official not long after she got to my place.
FS: ~Wow, she bounced back quicker than I would have thought
FS: ~Didn't think she would be the type though
MT: The type to what, now?
FS: ~To
FS: ~You know
FS: ~Like
FS: ~Members of the same gender
MT: Do you have a problem with it? :/
FS: ~No
FS: ~Not at all
FS: ~Just surprised, I guess
MT: Yeah well she appears to have thought quite a bit about that over the last while.
FS: ~Well, I'm really happy for you two
FS: ~And I know you'll both be happy too
MT: Thanks, man.
MT: That means a lot to me.
FS: ~You're welcome
MT: And just for the record
FS: ~Yes?
MT: I've got no hard feelings towards you.
FS: ~Heh, thank you
FS: ~It seems that all of us are becoming quite a happy family now all of a sudden
MT: Yeah.
MT: 'Cept you and Rick.
MT: HMMMMMMMMMM.
FS: ~No
MT: Is that a no that means yesssssssss? :P
FS: ~No means absolutely not
FS: ~And besides
MT: Hm?
FS: ~Never mind
FS: ~But I do have a question for you
FS: ~If you ever thought you should tell someone something, even though you knew the outcome
FS: ~Should you still tell them?
MT: Ummm
MT: Probably.
MT: If they didn't know the something, that's a very likely yes you should tell them.
FS: ~But
MT: But...?
FS: ~Would it make you feel better in the end?
FS: ~Or should you never say a thing, and keep them oblivious?
FS: ~Sorry, I probably shouldn't ask you about this
MT: What do you mean?
FS: ~I don't want to sour your happiness with my typical mopey questions
MT: Come on bro, stop being like that.
MT: Helping people out is a cool thing.
FS: ~Then what do you recommend I do?
MT: Out with it, man. :P
FS: ~So you think I should tell them?
MT: You just gotta be telling them where your heart's all up in, you know?
FS: ~I suppose
FS: ~Very well, I will tell them then
FS: ~I will make myself as clear as possible and tell them just how I feel
FS: ~Thanks Joan
MT: Yeah. That's the best thing to do.
MT: If you know the answer already
MT: Then it's basically telling them for their sake, right? So there's no need to be nervous about it.
FS: ~Right
FS: ~I'll do my best
MT: Right.
MT: Mind telling me who it is? :D
FS: ~If it's all right with you,
FS: ~I would prefer to keep it between me and her
MT: Well
MT: That certainly narrows it down
MT: To like
MT: One person.
MT: >_>
FS: fuck
MT: Because were it me then I'd know because you'd tell me.
MT: You already told Shea that you couldn't think of her in that way.
MT: So...
MT: Yeah.
MT: :D
FS: ~Don't tell anyone else
MT: I won't.
MT: Don't worry.
FS: ~Thank you, Joan
FS: ~I appreciate it
MT: It would be mean, for everyone involved.
FS: ~Yeah, now you see why I'm so unsure
MT: Well
MT: She deserves to know.
FS: ~Yes
FS: ~I think I realize it now
MT: You see the light?
FS: ~Sort of
FS: ~I realize that speaking about it would make me feel a little better at least
FS: ~I'm glad I could talk to you about this
MT: Oh, yeah, for sure.
MT: Plus, while she's not fabulous about dealing with the whole feelings shtick
MT: I know that she won't at least try to make you feel better about it.
MT: She won't be mean about it.
FS: ~I'm glad to hear that
FS: ~Thanks again, Joan
MT: No problem, man.
FS: ~And tell Shea that I'm really happy for you guys
MT: Alright, sure.
FS: ~Take care
MT: I should be getting back to her soon anyways. Don't want to keep her waiting. :D
MT: Seeyou around! <3
-- mercilessTango [MT] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] at 20:39 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Jun 06, 2011 11:20 pm
-- amazonaReveille [AR] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 22:40 --
- Spoiler:
- AR: Hi. :)
HH: hey
HH: how're you?
AR: Good!
AR: Very good. :)
HH: oh?
AR: I've got a bit of good news.
HH: bout time someone did in this game
HH: what's up?
AR: Remember what I was oh-so-awkwardly trying to ask you about not so long ago?
HH: yes...
AR: Well... it's official now. As official as this gets anyway.
AR: :)
HH: that's good to hear
HH: well?
AR: It's Joan./
HH: okay
HH: i'll go talk to her in a bit, then
AR: :?
HH: you know the rule, hon
HH: riot act must be read
AR: Oh!
AR: I suppose just being a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend isn't an excuse for a pass, heh.
HH: no
HH: girlfriend can still hurt you
HH: not that she will
AR: It's alright.
AR: That's why you're my friend, Eris. :)
HH: heh
HH: anyway, i'm really happy for you
HH: you deserve to find someone
AR: So do you!
AR: So do we all, really.
AR: No one deserves to be alone, unless they want to.
HH: yeah
AR: And I know you Eris.
AR: You'll find someone. :)
AR: Heck, it's easier now, there's no competition. ;)
HH: competition?
AR: I know you're not romantically interested in girls, Eris, unless that changed after I left too.
HH: oh
HH: thought you were meaning more specific
AR: So there's now three guys who I think are not interested in other guys, and the only other girls present are a couple.
HH: heh
HH: i guess
AR: Oh come on Eris.
HH: what?
AR: At least ONE of those three has to interest you a little!
HH: only one of them...
AR: :D
AR: You didn't go blabbing to everyone that I was bi before I was ready. I promise I won't tell.
HH: ...
HH: it's evan
AR: Really/
AR: ?
HH: mhm
HH: why?
AR: Not quite what I expected, to be honest!
HH: what.
AR: Though I'm not really sure what I did.
AR: I shouldn't judge, I'm sorry Eris.
HH: no, it's all right
AR: Have you mentioned it to him at all?
HH: i'm just wondering who you did think i liked
HH: ...
HH: i've been trying
AR: I kind of figured you might have some kind of love-hate thing going on with Rick, to be honest...
HH: no.
HH: just
HH: no.
AR: And oh god I sounded like a troll there didn't I.
HH: just a bit
AR: X_X
AR: Anyway.
AR: I'm not Joan, I'm not gonna try to give you advice.
AR: God knows I'm stumbling through this bad enough on my own. :)
HH: least you've actually managed to spit it out
AR: You'll do fine.
HH: if it's not horrible timing, it's me choking up and not letting myself say it
HH: i'm scared, shea
AR: :(
HH: what if he turns me down?
AR: It's a possibility.
HH: i can't say i'd blame him
AR: Why?
HH: because
HH: thinking back
HH: i flirt with the online equivalent of pushing you down on the playground and putting worms down your collar
HH: i'm really bad at this =/
AR: So you're worried that you've driven him away before you could even say anything.
HH: mhm
AR: Do you -want- my advice?
HH: yeah
AR: The only thing you can really do is tell him.
AR: Keep it bottled up like this and you'll go crazy.
HH: again? =P
AR: If that means catching the fastest rocket through the gates to get to LOQAL and scream it at the aurora then that's what you have to do.
AR: Once you've done that, it's out of your hands... and sometimes that's how it has to be.
HH: yeah...
AR: That's basically what happened with me and Matt.
AR: Just...
AR: Above all -
AR: Don't take rejection of romance as rejection of friendship.
HH: of course
AR: It's easy to know, but if human history is any indication it's hard to actually do.
HH: yeah
AR: Just keep it in mind.
HH: thanks, shea
AR: :)
AR: You're welcome.
AR: I hope it helps.
HH: it does
AR: And...
AR: Well, I'll be honest. I think you'd be cute together :)
HH: ...
AR: What? :D
AR: ... Eris?
HH: nothing.
AR: Alright.
AR: Well, I'll see you later. I'm going to spend a little more time here then I should probably be back off to LOSAS to actually get started on my quests and stuff in earnest.
HH: all right
HH: hey
AR: Yeah?
HH: don't let joan push you into anything you aren't ready for
AR: I won't.
AR: She's actually being remarkably patient.
HH: good
AR: Though it's a bit of a learning experience for us both...
AR: Apparently she's never been in a serious relationship either. >_>
HH: now that surprises me
AR: Try not to give her a hard time about it? <_<
HH: no worries
HH: i have absolutely no room to talk
HH: good luck, shea =)
AR: Same to you Eris. :D
HH: thanks
AR: Goodbye~!
-- amazonaReveille [AR] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:18 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Tue Jun 07, 2011 1:56 am
In which Matt confesses.
-- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
-- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
- Spoiler:
- FS: ~Eris?
HH: hey
FS: ~I wanted to talk to you about something
FS: ~If you're not too busy that is
HH: what's wrong?
FS: ~Nothing's wrong
HH: nah, just flying around
FS: ~Everything is totally fine
FS: ~Totally fine
HH: ...
FS: ~So
HH: we're playing sburb
HH: nothing is totally fine
FS: ~Oh
FS: ~Yeah
FS: ~Right
HH: what's on your mind?
FS: ~Well, we've been friends a long time, right?
HH: yeah
FS: ~And well, suppose that during those times
FS: ~Before everything went all crazy
FS: ~One of us may have
FS: ~Had some feelings, I guess
FS: wait, that's not right
HH: what?
FS: damn, this probably would be easier if i were to speak with you in person
HH: okay...
FS: look, Eris
FS: i like you
FS: i've liked you for a long time now
HH: oh.
FS: and, i know it's weird to say this after everything that's happened
FS: but i really needed to get it off my chest
HH: oh.
FS: yeah...
HH: um.
FS: it's okay, you don't really need to say anything
FS: i haven't been the greatest guy lately
FS: i just thought i should tell you
HH: i
HH: um
HH: i really don't know what i would say
FS: it's all right
FS: you like someone else, don't you?
HH: ...
HH: fraid so
HH: i'm sorry, matt
FS: it's okay
FS: i've been through this before
FS: i already knew how this would turn out
HH: ...does everybody but me apparently know
FS: you mean you haven't said anything yet?
HH: no
FS: oh
FS: all this time i've thought
FS: stupid
FS: stupid
FS: stupid
HH: what
FS: it's nothing
FS: just
FS: if i'd known that, maybe i wouldn't have been such a prick
FS: sorry, i'm probably making you even more confused
HH: a bit
FS: i guess i should explain
FS: ~You know about the clouds of Skaia, right?
HH: yeah
FS: ~Well, a couple years ago
FS: ~I saw a lot of things in them
FS: ~Around that time, I had grown to like you quite a bit but
FS: ~I saw that you cared for someone else
HH: oh
FS: ~I assumed I had no chance and I started feeling really bitter, I guess
FS: ~I'm really sorry
FS: ~For how I've acted all this time
HH: don't be
HH: i can't say i wouldn't act the same in your position
FS: ~You're probably right, but still
FS: ~I've been such a horrible friend
HH: yeah
HH: well
HH: i tried to kill you
HH: i can't really call you on that
FS: ~Yeah, but I was the one who sent you over the edge in the first place
FS: ~I've been nothing but a huge jerk all these years
HH: well
HH: it's not too late to stop
HH: and we're still friends, right?
FS: Yes
FS: I can't imagine never being friends with you, Eris
FS: Even after everything that's happened
FS: And
FS: You deserve to be happy with someone you care about
HH: thanks, matt
HH: and
HH: well
HH: i'm sorry
FS: Don't be
FS: I'm just glad I was finally able to say something
FS: Otherwise, I probably would have just become even more brooding within a few years
HH: heh...
FS: Were you going to tell him?
HH: yeah
FS: Good
HH: i should've said something ages ago, really
FS: Trust me, I know the feeling
FS: But as long as he knows
FS: I guess I should not keep you then
HH: okay
FS: Or I might get an earful from Joan for impeding you or something
HH: heh
FS: Before I go though, I wanted to say thank you
HH: ...for what?
FS: For a lot of things
FS: Being my friend, listening to me like this
FS: And cutting my hair
FS: I can see more clearly now
HH: ...heh
FS: I wish you luck, Eris
HH: thanks
HH: you, too
FS: Take care
HH: bye, matt
-- facelessSchemer [FS] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Tue Jun 07, 2011 7:38 pm
Eris: Brag a little. Also share some news.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] --
Shea: Deliver Ultimatum.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: hey shea =)
AR: Hi :)
AR: What's up?
AR: You seem awful happy.
HH: i am
AR: Did you find a solution to your problem then?
HH: no
HH: not yet, anyway
HH: but
HH: well
HH: i wanted you to be the first to know
HH: evan proposed to me
AR: O_O
HH: despite knowing
AR: Really??
AR: With a ring and everything??
HH: mhm
AR: What did you say????
HH: what do you think? =)
AR: Congratulations!! :D
HH: thanks
AR: Um...
AR: Despite knowing what?
HH: that i'll outlive him if we can't find another way
AR: Oh right
AR: So you did tell him, good.
HH: it
HH: doesn't solve things
HH: but it helps
HH: i told him first, shea
HH: before i told you
AR: Good.
AR: And I don't just mean because I don't have a time limit.
HH: heh
AR: There's got to be a way, Eris.
AR: We just have to look.
HH: i hope so
HH: i really do
AR: So.
AR: I didn't give Evan the speech because I thought it might be in bad taste given the whole immortality thing.
AR: I should probably correct that.
HH: heh
AR: :)
HH: you and joan doing all right?
AR: Yeah.
HH: that's good
HH: ...
AR: In fact I'd say we were doing great if it wasn't for all the crazy stuff the game throws at us.
HH: well crap.
AR: What?
HH: sorry
HH: nothing
HH: just a bit of social maths
AR: Eris.
HH: not really something i wanted to think on
AR: C'mon, we're trying the honest thing here.
HH: ...
HH: have the trolls oh so gently hinted at what we need to do once we get out of sburb?
HH: regarding humanity?
AR: Not really, the only one I've talked to much is Glenys and she seems more concerned with learning about us as a species and a culture, and trying to help me through the game itself.
AR: Not so much on the "when we're done" thing.
HH: ah.
HH: um
AR: ...
AR: Oooooh.
HH: yeah.
HH: and you and joan
HH: are not going to be much help.
AR: Considering changing your name?
HH: what to?
AR: Eve? :P
HH: ...
HH: i hate you
AR: Aww no you don't. :)
HH: i wouldn't be so sure about that right now =/
AR: I'm sorry Eris, I was only teasing.
HH: i'm a little unnerved by this, shea
AR: The game can't honestly expect us to actually physically repopulate an entire planet from just the six of us.
HH: i really
HH: really
HH: hope not
AR: Even without the complications of lesbian relationships.
HH: ...
HH: actually.
HH: that might be it.
AR: I really hope this is in response to something other than that last line.
HH: what?
HH: oh
HH: yeah, sorry
HH: was brainstorming
AR: Timing :P
HH: hoping it pans out to be more than a drizzle
AR: Alright, what's your idea?
HH: um
HH: well
HH: ...it's something evan found
HH: a while ago
AR: Go on?
HH: i'm trying to think
HH: because it's not something he was too comfortable with
HH: or me, really
HH: and i'm not sure what i should tell
AR: :/
HH: shea
HH: if i tell you
HH: you have to promise that you won't tell anyone
AR: Of course not.
HH: okay...
HH: um
HH: well
HH: none of us
HH: were actually
HH: well
HH: born
HH: as such
AR: ... o.O
HH: there's a lab
HH: he found it
HH: and
HH: well
HH: all of us were made there
AR: Made?
HH: yeah
AR: It's like you're saying we're dolls that came out of a factory or something.
HH: cloned or something
HH: i wasn't there
AR: I'm pretty sure I'm not a robot Eris, I wou-
AR: Clone?
HH: i guess
AR: That sorta thing only happens in sci-fi movies.
HH: we are on separate planets, hon
AR: :|
HH: well, we are
AR: Okay...
AR: So we're clones.
AR: Of who?
HH: um
HH: our guardians
AR: :?
AR: I'm a clone of my aunt?
HH: he didn't mention your aunt
HH: your dad, though
AR: I guess that makes a bit more sense.
AR: What about you though? You didn't ever have parents, at least that I saw...
HH: sis
AR: Ooh
HH: yeah
AR: So... Joan's probably cloned from her Stepdad, Evan from his cousin, Matt... from his grandmother I guess?
AR: No guesses for Rick.
HH: his maid, i think
AR: Oh.
AR: Wait.
AR: That doesn't add up.
AR: If I'm a clone of my dad why am I female?
HH: it's
HH: not that simple
AR: :?
HH: you're half cloned from your dad
AR: And the other half?
HH: he didn't say
HH: but my guess is you and rick are related
HH: you look a lot alike
AR: Well... yeah, I guess that makes sense.
AR: So...
AR: He's like my brother?
HH: i guess
AR: That's kind of weird :/
AR: But nice in a way.
HH: but yeah
AR: Where are we going with this...?
HH: i wonder if we could do that later
HH: take the cloning equipment
HH: take some of the pressure off me <_<
AR: I -do- want kids of my own someday, you know.
AR: I mean, I'm not in any rush right now.
AR: But eventually.
HH: heh =)
HH: oh, no rush here, either
HH: no way
AR: But yeah, if we use clone technology...
AR: Well, for starters, Joan and I can have children that would be legitimately genetically ours.
AR: But beyond that...
AR: Well, between the six of us, we'd have a far wider variety of genetic combinations!
HH: um
HH: twelve
HH: actually
AR: Twelve/
AR: ?
HH: he cloned the guardians, too
AR: Oh.
AR: Wait, from who?
HH: themselves
AR: ...
AR: How does that work.
HH: how are we in space, shea
HH: how does anything work here
AR: I should stop asking silly questions.
AR: Playing silly games.
AR: ... okay maybe less silly and more life-shattering but point still stands.
HH: heh
AR: Still, that's not quite what I meant...
AR: Our guardians aren't -here-.
HH: i'm gonna have to run this by evan, of course
HH: i don't know where the bloody place is
AR: Some are dead like your sister and my dad, and some are missing, like Rick's maid and Evan's cousin.
HH: we'll get through it, shea
AR: For what it's worth, we six are the last remaining humans in reality.
HH: yeah
AR: It's not a lot to work with...
HH: and really
HH: please keep the lid on this
AR: But with the cloning tech it
AR: What?
HH: it's...kinda squicky
HH: the clone thing
AR: Yeah, I guess so.
HH: i should talk to joan
HH: she up? i know it's early yet.
AR: I don't think so.
AR: I can wake her if you need to though.
HH: i'll give her a buzz anyway
HH: i just wanted to brag is all
HH: and thank her
AR: I don't think she'll mind. :)
HH: all right
HH: later, shea =)
AR: Bye! :D
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering amazonaReveille [AR] --
Shea: Deliver Ultimatum.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
- Spoiler:
- AR: Attention Mr. Tarsus.
AR: You have a message waiting for you.
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## sup? ##
AR: I heard that there is a Mrs. Tarsus now.
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## i dunno if were *otherin with the name thing to *e honest ##
AR: :P
AR: Well. First and foremost, congratulations to you both.
AR: Secondly, I am required by unwritten law to deliver a warning.
PS: ## warnin? ##
AR: Yep.
AR: You're a nice guy Ev so I don't imagine it being a problem.
AR: But rules are rules.
AR: If you ever hurt her, I get to hunt you down and turn you into swiss cheese.
PS: ## uh ##
AR: Eris gave the same kind of speech to Joan when we hooked up.
AR: It's the code.
AR: Just keep being the nice guy you've always been and you've got nothing to worry about :D
PS: ## yeah, no worries from me ##
PS: ## i dont think i could ##
AR: It's not about actually physically hurting her, Ev.
PS: ## i know ##
PS: ## answers still the same ##
AR: Good.
AR: Now go on. You're married, enjoy it. :)
AR: And congratulations again.
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## thanks shea ##
AR: Anytime. ;)
-- amazonaReveille [AR] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Tue Jun 07, 2011 10:49 pm
Joan: Be the Chef. (Warning: Saccharine Overdose)
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] --
- Spoiler:
- -- mercilessTango [MT] comes up and hugs Shea from behind --
AR: Eep!
MT: So
AR: No sneaking :P
MT: None at all?
MT: Awwww
MT: Why not?
AR: How do you sneak anyway, you're like the tallest of us.
MT: Iunno
MT: But I'm fine because it makes this easier
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses Shea on the neck --
AR: Aww.
MT: Now that we've done that long, irritating quest...
MT: I think we've earned us some down time, right?
AR: Yeah.
AR: I think this game was put together by a lunatic sometimes...
MT: Well
MT: It hasn't been ENTIRELY bad.
AR: True.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] turns around and hugs Joan --
MT: Heh
-- mercilessTango [MT] hugs back --
AR: So.
AR: What did you have in mind for downtime?
MT: Hmmmm
MT: Well I was thinki--
-- mercilessTango [MT] stomach growls loudly --
MT: um
-- amazonaReveille [AR] bursts into giggles --
MT: Well.
MT: That was
MT: Not something I planned.
AR: Right, apparently first thing on the agenda is getting you fed.
MT: Are you laughing at me? :(
AR: No love, I'm laughing with you. :)
MT: Okay, lovie.
MT: You know what!
MT: I could cook! :D
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blinks --
MT: I'll try my hardest to make something that's at LEAST edible.
MT: I've been practicing!
MT: :D
AR: ... Really?
AR: Was this before I got here or have you been cooking while I'm sleeping or something?
MT: Ummm
MT: Well
MT: I've had
AR: Cooking on Derse doesn't count.
MT: Quite a bit of time on my hands.
AR: ... oh that's right, time travel.
AR: Wait, if you're time-traveling where are all the other you's?
MT: I've... learned the hard way to deal with loops.
AR: Loops?
MT: Time loops.
AR: Oh.
MT: Long story shot
MT: I set aside a time where I knew I wasn't home, so that I could learn cooking from future me.
MT: Then as I get better, I become future me and teach myself.
MT: It's going...
MT: Okay
AR: Alright.
AR: Hey...
MT: Yeah?
AR: Wasn't there another of you running around for a while? Or was that just one of these loops?
MT: Ummm
MT: There's a lot of mes.
MT: I think
AR: I think I'm going to stick to talking to you in person because if ever I have to contact you over PC I can see it getting complex really quick. @_@
MT: Don't worry; we can all point you in the right direction. We're all working on being on top of everything.
AR: At least you understand your job.
AR: I have no earthly idea what kind of role Void is supposed to represent, much less what in heck I'm supposed to be able to DO with it.
MT: Hmmmm
MT: I think
MT: You'll find your answer.
MT: We'll find it.
AR: :)
MT: Maybe Void is all about not knowing?
MT: Your life is suddenly a mystery!
MT: OooooOOooOOooOOoOO!
AR: That seems kinda redundant.
AR: And not very useful.
AR: :P
MT: Yeah well
MT: Then it'd be more fun.
MT: We'd be constantly exploring new territory.
MT: :P
AR: Heehee.
MT: Don't worry, though. The answer will come in time, if we look for it.
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses Shea's forehead --
AR: Thanks.
-- mercilessTango's [MT'S] stomach grumbles again --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] giggles --
MT: Dammit
MT: It's like
AR: "Stop flirting and feed me woman"?
MT: You'd think my body knows exactly when to kill the mood
MT: "Get into the kitchen and make me a sandwich, woman."
-- amazonaReveille [AR] snickers --
MT: So!
MT: I hope you have things
MT: Like
MT: Peppers
MT: And onions
MT: And... Hmmm, what else...
AR: My dad made a big deal of Christmas dinner, there's plenty of stuff in the fridge.
MT: Oh! Green onions!
AR: Take whatever you like. :)
MT: Okay, fine.
MT: Well
MT: You'd better have eggs.
MT: Because, girl, I'm gonna make you the best amateur omelette you've had.
AR: Sure.
MT: Yessss
MT: Okay then!
MT: This will be so exciting
-- mercilessTango [MT] goes into the kitchen --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] follows --
MT: Is there anything in your fridge that you don't like?
AR: Not really, I'm not very picky when it comes to food. :)
MT: Excellent
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets out some eggs, bell peppers, green onions, and cheese --
MT: Do you have
MT: Spices?
MT: I think
MT: Something like
MT: Okay I don't know
MT: :(
AR: Third shelf to the left above the stove.
MT: Ummm
-- mercilessTango [MT] finds the shelf --
MT: @_@
MT: I do not know how to spices.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] sighs overdramatically --
AR: You like spicy or flavorful or both?
MT: Well...
MT: What do you want for it?
AR: I like a little spice myself. Here.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] hands a few spice bottles to her --
AR: I was mostly asking what you wanted for yours.
MT: Well I'm easy.
MT: Uh, with food.
MT: >_>
-- amazonaReveille [AR] giggles --
-- mercilessTango [MT] places the spices beside the stove, along with the other ingredients --
AR: Alright, that should be plenty. Don't use too much. :)
MT: Okay cool
MT: Soooooo
MT: Frying pan and bowl...
MT: Where are they?
AR: Bowls are in the cabinet above the dishwasher.
AR: Frying pan is hanging on the nail right to your right. :)
AR: Do you need glasses Joan? :P
MT: ...
MT: It's
MT: Different from my kitchen, okay?
AR: Okay.
MT: Sooooo
MT: Right
MT: I need...
MT: ...
MT: There is so much pressure.
MT: :(
AR: Want me to wait in the den?
MT: No that's like
MT: Worse
MT: Okay so like
MT: Are these TFal?
AR: They're nonstick yeah.
MT: Awesome.
MT: Uh
MT: Egg flippers?
AR: Drawer here, below the silverware.
MT: Okay
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets that out, as well as a fork --
MT: Okay
MT: We good to go?
MT: I think
MT: Well
MT: No wait
MT: Gotta cut stuff up
AR: :)
MT: Okay
MT: Want to help?
AR: Sure.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] pulls out a knife and cutting board --
MT: Okay. I got the onions, you got the peppers?
AR: Sure.
-- mercilessTango [MT] begins cutting the onions --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] slices then chops the peppers --
AR: Here you go. :)
MT: Cool
MT: Wait
MT: Um
MT: I didn't do the eggs
MT: Crap
AR: It's alright. You wanna do the eggs last anyway.
-- mercilessTango [MT] cracks the eggs open into the bowl --
MT: Uhhh
MT: Oops
AR: :?
MT: At least I don't care about keeping the yolks intact.
MT: But
MT: Stupid
MT: Shell
AR: Heh.
-- mercilessTango [MT] fishes out some pieces of eggshell --
MT: dammit
MT: come on
MT: okay
MT: Got it.
AR: :)
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts beating the eggs with a fork and putting the chopped-up ingredients in --
MT: ...wait. Crap.
AR: :?
-- mercilessTango [MT] turns a burner of the stove on --
MT: >_>
AR: Heehee.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] gives Joan a peck on the cheek then steps back away --
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins and pours the uncooked omelette into the pan --
MT: You're tempting me to burn it, you know.
-- mercilessTango [MT] puts the cheese and a small amount of the spices into the cooking omelette --
AR: No more until you're done. :P
MT: No more what now?
AR: Affectionate displays. :)
MT: ...
-- mercilessTango [MT] slumps --
MT: :(
AR: Oh don't pout, you just have to finish cooking.
AR: Really, I can go out into the other room if I'm this bad a distraction.
MT: No!
MT: Nonono, don't
AR: Okay.
MT: That'd be weird
AR: Why?
MT: Iunno
AR: It's not like I'm going to run off and leave you.
MT: <_<
AR: Joan...?
AR: Is something wrong?
MT: That's not why it'd be weird, Shea.
AR: What then?
MT: 'Cause I haven't cooked alone yet...
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blinks --
MT: I just want someone here who knows what I'm doing
MT: In case I screw up.
AR: It's just an omelette, you can't screw it up too badly.
AR: Really, what's wrong?
MT: Really, that's it.
MT: I'm just nervous, Shea. I don't want to screw this up at all.
AR: You'll do fine.
AR: Just... might want to flip it over :)
MT: uh
MT: yeah
MT: on that
AR: I'll stop distracting you.
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts trying to flip the omelette --
-- mercilessTango [MT] messes it up and eventually just flips over a bunch of broken omelette pieces --
MT: :(
AR: Joan...
MT: Hm?
AR: C'mon... don't make that face.
MT: But it's not pretty anymore...
AR: It's still going to taste the same.
AR: You just pour it in a bowl and eat it like a salad instead. :)
MT: Yeah well
MT: Fine
-- mercilessTango [MT] keeps on cookin' --
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts checking the cooking side of the omelette to see how cooked it is very often --
MT: Um
MT: Is it
MT: Do you think it looks good?
AR: Yeah. :)
MT: Alright
MT: Um
MT: Wait
MT: Crap
MT: Plates?
-- amazonaReveille [AR] gets dishes out of the cabinet --
MT: okay
-- mercilessTango [MT] splits the omelette pieces roughly evenly between the plates --
MT: Alright
AR: :)
MT: So
MT: That should be...
MT: pretty good
AR: Yeah.
MT: 'Kay.
AR: C'mon, before your stomach starts rebelling again.
MT: >_>
MT: It's not gonna unless you kiss me or something.
AR: Heh.
AR: After we eat.
MT: And you -did- say that you would be fine for signs of affection after I was done cooking...
AR: Yep.
MT: And I -am- done cooking...
AR: Um.
AR: No you're not.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] points --
MT: Hm?
AR: Stove's still on and all your stuff is still out.
MT: oh
MT: oh shit!
-- mercilessTango [MT] quickly turns off the stove --
MT: We can clean up after we eat; the omelette'd get cold.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] giggles --
MT: What's so funny?
AR: You.
AR: Just having your little freakout.
AR: It's cute.
MT: Pshaw
MT: I can't be as cute as you, babe.
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses Shea on the forehead --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] turns a little pink --
MT: So. Forks and a place to eat?
AR: Here's the silverware, I've just been sitting on the couch to eat lately
MT: Alright. I can dig
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets to the couch and sits at the side, turned towards the middle --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] takes the other seat and mirrors her position --
-- mercilessTango [MT] raises an eyebrow --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] grins and scoots closer --
MT: :)
-- mercilessTango [MT] waits patiently --
AR: I could be a tease, you know.
MT: You could be.
MT: Is that what you intend to do?
AR: Maaaaaybe.
AR: Oh fine.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] leans up and kisses Joan --
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses back --
-- mercilessTango [MT] pulls back after a short time --
MT: There, see?
MT: :D
-- amazonaReveille [AR] leans back against her --
AR: Now eat up, before your stomach interrupts again. :P
-- mercilessTango's [MT'S] stomach grumbles again --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] laughs --
MT: ...
MT: Um
MT: I swear I'm not doing this on purpose.
AR: Uh huh.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] grins --
AR: Eat already.
MT: Umm
MT: Why me.
AR: Because I'm already eating and you're not?
MT: Ummmm
MT: So...
MT: It's
MT: Okay?
AR: Yeah, it's not bad. :)
AR: Just a little bit overdone, perhaps, but not bad.
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins --
AR: Don't worry, you'll get better with practice.
MT: Heh
MT: That's the intent
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts eating, finally --
MT: Yeah, I guess it's alright.
MT: Could be a lot better, I guess.
AR: Could be a lot worse too ^_^
MT: True.
MT: I could have burnt the soup.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] bursts into giggles --
MT: No hard feelings about all of the smoke, right?
AR: Nope, none at all.
MT: Heh, alright.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] sets the empty plate on an endtable --
-- mercilessTango [MT] follows suit --
MT: So
MT: Now that we've defeated that little bugger
AR: Mmm?
MT: My tummy
AR: Heh
MT: I hope yours won't be any trouble.
AR: Nah, I'm fine.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] snuggles in closer to Joan --
AR: I dunno if you had any other plans after lunch, but I'm suddenly very comfortable right here.
MT: Nah
-- mercilessTango [MT] wraps her arms around Shea --
MT: I'm good.
AR: ^_^
-- mercilessTango [MT] kisses Shea on the top of her head --
MT: I'm too comfy to go anywhere for a while.
AR: Good.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] puts her arms around Joan and leans close to kiss again --
-- mercilessTango [MT] pulls back a bit --
MT: Hey now
MT: Who says I can't be a tease?
MT: :P
AR: Bah!
MT: Bah?
AR: Yeah.
MT: Why?
AR: Cause I could chase you, but then I'd have to move out of this comfy position.
AR: Or I could stay comfy, but then I can't kiss you.
MT: Hmmm
MT: That does sound like quite the dilemma.
MT: Good thing I don't have to make that choice.
AR: Yeah. No fair those extra four or five inches.
MT: Oh yeah you wish you had my dimensions.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] grins --
MT: Don't feel bad though; you are wonderful just the way the you are
MT: :)
AR: You're sweet.
MT: I can't help it; you're positively enchanting.
-- amazonaReveille [AR] blushes a little --
MT: Yeah I can't resist.
-- mercilessTango [MT] leans in and kisses Shea --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] returns the kiss --
-- amazonaReveille [AR] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Tue Jun 07, 2011 11:39 pm
Redos! Now with 100% less sibling squick.
Evan: Make some friends.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 21:44 --
Evan: Vent
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 22:41 --
Eris: Return from Dullahan's lair
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 16:12 --
Evan: Make some friends.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 21:44 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: You look ill.
HH: Arre you all rright, Ninja?
PS: ## huh ##
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## its you again ##
PS: ## thought you guys put foraii on dealin with me ##
HH: Forr the most parrt, yes.
HH: But I don't believe Forraii has the rrequiste experrtise forr this parrticularr matterr.
PS: ## i dont think any*ody does really ##
HH: I, howeverr, do.
PS: ## what the hell just happened ##
PS: ## oh good ##
HH: Durring ourr session, I found myself in yourr position.
HH: Congrratulations, Ninja.
HH: You arre a motherr.
PS: ## i think youre a little confused ##
HH: Did you not just crreate life?
PS: ## the machine did that ##
PS: ## i just pushed *uttons ##
PS: ## also im kinda not the right gender for motherhood ##
PS: ## if you hadnt noticed ##
HH: I will neverr underrstand you lot.
HH: One of you tells me I should trry to have morre of a sense of humorr.
HH: Then you get frrustrrated when I do.
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## didnt know it was a joke ##
PS: ## sorry ##
PS: ## im a little *rain*lasted at the moment ##
PS: ## so i guess im kinda slow ##
HH: Underrstandable.
PS: ## whoa ##
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## dammit why wont you all hold still for five minutes ##
HH: Parrdon? I haven't moved.
PS: ## no not you ##
PS: ## them ##
HH: Ah, the wrrigglerrs.
PS: ## yeah theyre doin plenty of that ##
PS: ## wish theyd stop ##
HH: An interresting turrn of events, isn't it?
PS: ## oh good ##
HH: The implications especially.
PS: ## janitor ladys roundin em up ##
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## what kinda implications exactly/ ##
HH: The self-perrpetuating naturre of Sgrrub, of courrse.
PS: ## kinda shoots the idea of free will in the head dont it? ##
HH: I perrsonally find it quite fascinating that it manages to crreate its own playerrs, the chosen herroes of the warr between Prrospit and Derrse, in such a contained mannerr.
HH: Perrhaps.
HH: That would be a discussion forr one morre philosophical than I.
PS: ## guess so ##
PS: ## not my strong point either ##
PS: ## should i *e worried a*out keepin an eye on em? ##
HH: I wouldn't.
HH: They won't die in yourr carre.
HH: Afterr all.
HH: You'rre standing herre.
HH: Prroof enough of theirr surrvival.
PS: ## i died once somewhere else and that didnt change anythin ##
HH: You werre brrought back, Ninja.
PS: ## no *efore that ##
HH: Oh.
HH: An alterrnate timeline?
PS: ## the one the second joan came from yeah ##
PS: ## and if these are us ##
HH: It changes nothing because that timeline no longerr affects yourrs.
PS: ## theres gotta *e time travel involved ##
HH: Aside frrom the Prroctorr's dual prresence.
HH: Yes.
PS: ## which shes a sprite now so hell if know how that works ##
HH: Sgrrub will see to that come the RReckoning.
HH: Arre you cerrtain you'rre all rright?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## kinda freaked out that i apparently came from a *ucket of slime in a la* i guess ##
HH: So did we.
HH: Um.
HH: Bucket?
PS: ## jar ##
PS: ## vat ##
PS: ## tu*e ##
HH: Oh.
PS: ## whatever you wanna call these things ##
HH: Forr a moment therre, I was concerrned.
PS: ## theres pro*a*ly a technical term that i dont know a*out ##
PS: ## what for? ##
HH: Nothing you should concerrn yourrself overr, Ninja.
PS: ## k fair enough ##
PS: ## so what happens now? ##
HH: You wait, Ninja.
HH: Sgrrub will see to it that you and yourr companions get wherre you need to be so that you may become as you arre now.
PS: ## good to know ##
HH: Is therre anything else that concerrns you?
PS: ## dont much like the idea of leavin em here *y themselves ##
HH: They will be fine, Ninja.
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## a*out that ##
PS: ## i make a pretty goddamn shitty ninja ##
HH: If it makes you feel any betterr, trrust the custodian overr therre.
HH: The rroles arre meant to challenge us.
HH: I considerred myself to be a poorr Witch.
PS: ## heh ##
HH: You'll grrow into it, Ninja.
PS: ## presumin i dont die again first ##
HH: You'll be morre cautious this time arround, won't you?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: Make wiserr decisions.
HH: Stick closerr to yourr allies.
PS: ## and actually carry weapons and not rely on imps ##
HH: As I said.
HH: Wiserr decisions.
PS: ## still ##
PS: ## would rather just go *y evan if its all the saem ##
HH: Evan, then.
HH: My name is Sigrrun.
PS: ## good to meet ya then ##
PS: ## wish it coulda *een under *etter circumstances ##
HH: Likewise.
HH: I think I can prromise you that you will have an easierr time with the game frrom herre until the RReckoning.
PS: ## good to know ##
PS: ## hey ##
HH: Hm?
PS: ## now you got me curious ##
PS: ## what kinda witch were you? ##
HH: My domain?
HH: I am the Witch of Mind.
PS: ## hows that work? ##
HH: Decisions.
HH: Knowing the mindset of otherrs.
HH: The kinds of choices they make.
HH: You say Sgrrub quashes frree will.
HH: I can't say I agrree.
HH: I see it.
PS: ## kinda leans that way given all the destiny and fate involved ##
HH: Who's to say the choices you make don't crreate yourr destiny?
HH: You chose these companions, did you not?
PS: ## sorta ##
PS: ## shep kinda rounded us all up ##
PS: ## only really knew matt and eris *efore ##
HH: Shep?
PS: ## guy we knew *ack on earth ##
PS: ## pro*a*ly dead now ##
HH: I see.
PS: ## *ut he was a friend of ours, gmed for our d&d games ##
HH: Gmed?
PS: ## game master ##
PS: ## storyteller ##
HH: Game masterr?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: Meaning what, exactly?
PS: ## guy who was in charge of the plot and ran all the enemies and npcs ##
PS: ## im guessin you werent *ig on roleplayin on trollworld ##
HH: Not as such.
HH: How did he rround you up, as you phrrased it?
PS: ## a couple of us had *een kickin around the idea of the game ##
PS: ## shep got in touch with people, got us all connected ##
PS: ## then ran the game for us ##
HH: I see.
PS: ## anyway ##
HH: And you say none of you rreally knew each otherr beforrehand.
PS: ## not really ##
PS: ## i knew matt and eris ##
PS: ## eris knew joan and shea ##
HH: To call it a coincidence rratherr strrains crredulity.
PS: ## im guessin matt knew rick somehow ##
PS: ## im not seein much other *etter options ##
HH: My apologies.
HH: Something just strrikes me as being a touch out of place.
PS: ## like how? ##
HH: I can't nail it down.
HH: How well did you know him?
PS: ## who? ##
HH: Shep.
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## eh not great have to admit ##
PS: ## met him online a few years *ack, he was doin tech stuff for folks ##
PS: ## always really dodgy a*out himself irl ##
HH: I see.
PS: ## never said where he lived, never put up a picture of himself, never really answered any questions straight ##
PS: ## that sorta thing ##
HH: Did you trrust him nonetheless?
HH: On an instinctual level, perrhaps?
PS: ## depends how you define trust ##
PS: ## i mean i never woulda given him my social security num*er or anythin cause that just stupid ##
HH: In generral.
PS: ## never had a reason to think hed so somethin off ##
HH: Hm.
HH: Interresting.
PS: ## what? ##
HH: Was he authorritative?
HH: Yourr Shep rreminds me rratherr strrongly of someone.
PS: ## well yeah kinda ##
PS: ## hes gotta *e a little at least after all hes the one runnin the story ##
PS: ## callin the shots ##
HH: Maybe so.
PS: ## didnt care for *ein argued with either ##
HH: How did he contact you?
PS: ## just over pc like you guys do ##
PS: ## well ##
HH: Oh?
PS: ## he was a *it of a jackass a*out it ##
HH: Then I have one final question.
HH: What handle did he go by?
PS: ## *ut then you guys have your weird typin styles so its not too much different ##
PS: ## stoicShepherd ##
PS: ## why do you care a*out some dead guy ##
HH: I don't.
HH: He isn't dead.
HH: You've just confirrmed my suspicions, Evan.
PS: ## so this whole thing was you pokin around in my head for somethin? ##
HH: You and yourr companions have been, this entirre time, in contact with the one rresponsible forr ourr exile.
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## what ##
PS: ## and whaddaya mean hes not dead ##
HH: The one you call Shep is yourr planet's Firrst Guarrdian.
PS: ## what ##
HH: Immorrtal, eterrnal, and morre powerrful than you can imagine.
PS: ## the fuck? ##
HH: I should have suspected something like this.
HH: His rreaction was farr too emotionally charrged forr him not to be closely connected to yourr session.
HH: I apologize, Evan.
HH: You've had enough thrrust upon you forr one converrsation.
HH: I don't mean to confuse you furrtherr.
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: I'll leave you in peace, then.
PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## see you later sigrun ##
HH: Good day.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 22:38 --
Evan: Vent
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 22:41 --
- Spoiler:
- PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## you there? ##
HH: present and accounted for
HH: something up, or is this a friendly chat?
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## little of *oth? ##
HH: ha, figures
HH: friendly chats are a rare commodity anymore
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## hear that happens post apocalypse ##
HH: i suppose
HH: be nice, though
HH: watch the world end, enjoy some tea
HH: may as well have a time of it if you know the ultimate outcome. right?
PS: ## yeah i guess ##
HH: heh...
PS: ## so ##
HH: sorry, in a bit of an odd mood
PS: ## whys that? ##
HH: shea just went for god tier
PS: ## whoa ##
PS: ## seriously? ##
HH: i was in rather close proximity
HH: that and other things
PS: ## dont tell me she pulled the same stunt you did ##
HH: no
HH: you know shea
HH: quick, simple, practical
HH: probably considerably less painful
PS: ## did it work? ##
HH: land reacted to it
HH: i'd say yes
HH: haven't heard from her yet
HH: i swear, ev, it's just been one thing after another
PS: ## i guess i missed the show ##
HH: if you want to call it that
HH: anyway, enough rambling from me
HH: what's on your mind?
PS: ## just *een out of the loop a while ##
PS: ## *een *usy for a *it ##
HH: i'm not much further in the loop, to be honest
HH: haven't really heard from the guys or joan, you're up to date on shea
HH: though i'm pretty sure matt's working on his genesis frog project
PS: ## whats that ##
HH: our universe
HH: at least according to ly
PS: ## our universe is a frog? ##
HH: why are you still trying to make sense of this game
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## not really important anyway i guess ##
HH: sure
HH: the universe isn't important to our existence
HH: interesting perspective you've got there
PS: ## thats not what i meant smartass ##
HH: =P
PS: ## anyway ##
HH: you know you like it when i give you a hard time
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## i just got *ack from the weirdest sidequest ever ##
HH: oh?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## thats where ive *een ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## where i still kinda am right now ##
PS: ## not *ack to loqal yet ##
HH: ah
HH: i'm not really sure what my special sidequest is supposed to be
HH: i hope i didn't blow it up =/
PS: ## heh... yeah that would kinda suck ##
PS: ## i got the gist some of those are pretty important from the trolls ##
HH: so what was yours?
HH: i mean
HH: i could guess if you want
HH: but it probably wouldn't end well
PS: ## yeah lets not do that ##
PS: ## its wonky enough as is without goin into left field ##
HH: not like the universe is at stake
HH: that's matt's issue; he can cope.
PS: ## some quests are more important than others? ##
HH: and thus i further prove that i am the worst possible knight.
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## not sure any of the rest of us could do much *etter ##
PS: ## and hell like im a *etter ninja? ##
HH: how many knights do you know who are incapable of coping with death?
PS: ## if it werent for joan and rick id think we all got the wrong slots ##
HH: or go on mad rampages through their lands?
HH: hell, deliberately set up sneak attacks, even.
HH: knights face things with dignity and honour.
HH: i don't do that.
HH: never have.
HH: not sure i can learn now.
PS: ## :[ ##
HH: i
HH: evan, i've done enough damage
HH: i don't want to drive things further into the pit of ultimate fuckupery.
HH: i can't salvage my role
HH: but a sidequest?
HH: maybe
HH: i can look for it when i get done here
PS: ## whatre you doin? ##
HH: heading to fight dullahan
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## um ##
HH: no sense putting it off
PS: ## this might *e a *ad time then ##
PS: ## i can wait til youre done ##
HH: what?
HH: no, go on.
PS: ## you sure? ##
HH: i've already lost my head once this session.
HH: ...twice, actually.
HH: if you include the literal.
PS: ## alright ##
HH: i think i can handle whatever it is.
HH: try me =)
PS: ## theres a cave in loqal with this warp zone thing in it ##
PS: ## kind of a *eam me up scotty thing ##
PS: ## takes you up to some kinda asteroid field ##
PS: ## specifically goes to this one rock with some kinda la*oratory on it ##
PS: ## lots of weird equipment ##
PS: ## dunno what some of it did ##
PS: ## *ut most of it was cloning tech ##
HH: clones?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: ev, i thought we agreed not to make any bids for world domination without each other's help.
PS: ## hey its not like i was makin an army ##
HH: good
PS: ## the whole things automated anyway ##
PS: ## computer did most of the work, i just pushed a few *uttons ##
PS: ## and there was this person there ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## im not sure if theyre people in the literal sense ##
PS: ## *ut the things that live on prospit ##
PS: ## like them *ut *lack ##
PS: ## think she was some kinda janitor ##
HH: dersite, then
PS: ## i guess ##
PS: ## shes still there ##
PS: ## kinda givin me a hand ##
PS: ## *ut yeah like i said ##
PS: ## not makin an army ##
PS: ## theres only twelve of em ##
HH: twelve?
HH: what, you're starting a religion now?
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## heh no ##
HH: that's sort of under the world domination banner.
PS: ## i dump statted charisma remem*er ##
HH: so did a lot of those ancient gods
HH: hell, ask matt
PS: ## heh ##
HH: he knows odin's a prick
PS: ## yeah *ut hes still got the charisma to pull off intimidating ##
PS: ## anyway not hte point ##
PS: ## theres kind of an issue ##
PS: ## with the clones ##
PS: ## um ##
HH: you can't tell them apart? =P
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## no ##
PS: ## no ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## some of them are really similar ##
PS: ## *ut not all ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## lets *e *lunt here ##
PS: ## half the clones are us ##
HH: ha...
HH: i think you're a bit off there
HH: half of twelve is not two, sweetie
PS: ## no ##
PS: ## *ut six is ##
HH: unless you went overboard
PS: ## matt me you joan rick shea ##
HH: oh
HH: yeah, that works out better...
HH: but
HH: who exactly are we clones of?
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## the machine kinda went through this thing ##
PS: ## cloned a *unch of people ##
PS: ## i just watched it run ##
PS: ## could see around where they lived and stuff ##
PS: ## so even the ones i didnt recognize i could figure out who was who ##
HH: okay
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## theyre all relatives of ours ##
HH: well
HH: genetically speaking
HH: that makes sense if we're clones...
PS: ## well no i mean direct relatives ##
HH: again...
PS: ## matts grandma, ricks maid, shea and joans dads, your sister, and drake ##
HH: oh
HH: how does that work?
PS: ## hell if i know i just pushed *uttons ##
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## they were the other six clones ##
PS: ## first them ##
PS: ## kind of direct copies ##
PS: ## then us six as mix-and-match copies ##
HH: what do you mean, mix and match?
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## like in your case ##
PS: ## o*viously youre partway cloned from your sister ##
PS: ## which i guess makes her more your mom? ##
HH: cecily's my mother?
PS: ## yeah i guess ##
PS: ## in a weird *ackwards clone origin sorta thing ##
HH: ...i don't really know how to react to that.
HH: um.
PS: ## its kinda like that doctor who episode with the creepy kid ##
HH: who's my father?
HH: ha
PS: ## joans stepdad ##
HH: huh.
HH: wait
HH: so
HH: joan's my sister.
PS: ## um ##
HH: stepsister?
PS: ## yeah i guess so ##
PS: ## well no ##
PS: ## cause ##
PS: ## her stepdad is her real dad ##
PS: ## genetically anyway ##
HH: ...
HH: if we got the same dna why did she get all the height
PS: ## i dunno ##
PS: ## matts my *rother so im in the same *oat ##
PS: ## *ut then drakes tall too so ##
HH: i have a theory or two on that...
PS: ## what? ##
HH: nothing.
HH: so rick and shea?
PS: ## makes sense ##
PS: ## theyre *oth redheads ##
HH: huh.
PS: ## i mean it o*viously coulda *een worse ##
PS: ## if the order was moved around any ##
HH: yeah
HH: so drake's your dad?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: ...
HH: i think that's kinda worse than him being your cousin, honestly
PS: ## heh ##
HH: it's not funny.
PS: ## you think pyromania is genetic? ##
HH: no.
HH: it means it's been your father doing all those things you've told me about
HH: instead of an idiot cousin.
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## i havent seen him since we got in either ##
PS: ## guessin you havent ##
HH: no
HH: i haven't
PS: ## figured ##
HH: ...you all right?
PS: ## just thinkin ##
PS: ## go on ahead and deal with your denizen ##
PS: ## thatll gimme time to get things straightened up here and get *ack ##
PS: ## ill meet you somewhere on lomag when youre done ##
HH: all right
HH: i'll buzz you when i've got it taken care of
PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## any place in particular you wanna meet up? ##
HH: my house'd probably be best
PS: ## alright ##
HH: take care, ev
PS: ## good luck ##
HH: thanks
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 23:37 --
Eris: Return from Dullahan's lair
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 16:12 --
- Spoiler:
- PS: ## hey! ##
PS: ## holy shit are you okay? ##
HH: yeah...
HH: i'll live
PS: ## shoulda seen the other guy, huh? ##
HH: forget him, you should see his tower
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## i heard explosions ##
PS: ## guessin that was you ##
HH: let's just say there is no longer a threat or a tower
PS: ## gratz ##
PS: ## cmon lets get you inside ##
HH: thanks
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs Evan --
PS: ## and o- ##
PS: ## oh heh ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs back --
HH: that was the most disturbing thing i've ever had to do
PS: ## what happened? ##
HH: let me get into something not torn to shreds
HH: you seen horusprite?
PS: ## yeah was a*out to say should pro*a*ly get you out of the ri**ons there ##
PS: ## he was chasin imps when i got here ##
PS: ## ... ##
HH: oh?
HH: were you now?
PS: ## um ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] turns red --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smirks --
PS: ## right what were we doin ##
HH: letting me into my house
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## yeah ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] steps aside to let her in --
HH: i'll be back down in a second
PS: ## ok ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] walks to her room --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] watches her go --
HH: son of a
PS: ## ? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] steps into the hallway --
HH: i was trying to make zoe's outfit.
HH: not this.
PS: ## heh... ##
HH: what?
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## sorry, im tryin not to laugh, really i am ##
HH: oh, go ahead
HH: i could use something funny
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] walks over next to her and offers his arm --
PS: ## now we just need some sleazy zillionaire for me to sta* a few times ##
HH: with your marbles
PS: ## heck no we can make a sword its not that hard ##
PS: ## i cant *e any worse with one than mal was ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shakes her head and takes his arm --
HH: i'll fix the outfit mishap later
PS: ## heh ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] leads her over to a couch and helps her down --
HH: thanks
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] sits down --
PS: ## so ##
HH: right
HH: dullahan.
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## howd that go ##
HH: i'm alive?
PS: ## well yeah ##
HH: you know what a dullahan is, right?
HH: figured all that gaming'd make you big on myths and such
PS: ## its a celtic mythos ##
PS: ## hes kinda somewhere *etween avenger and grim reaper ##
HH: headless horseman, yeah
PS: ## hes the origin for sleepy hollow, among other things ##
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: that's where this starts
HH: headless centaur
HH: massive
PS: ## explains why his tower was so huge ##
HH: i was barely past his fetlock
HH: he used the mirrors all over the land
HH: to steal faces
HH: and the heads of the deceased
PS: ## ... ##
HH: jeanne didn't take my head, ev
PS: ## wait ##
PS: ## so ##
PS: ## oh fuck ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] looks at her hands --
HH: he
HH: he can't see to attack as such
HH: can only really sense emotion
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] puts an arm around her --
HH: so as long as you keep calm, don't react to things
HH: it's fine
HH: he can't find you
HH: can't attack
PS: ## *ut...? ##
HH: stronger the emotion, the easier a target
PS: ## what happened? ##
HH: he
HH: he had my head
HH: i couldn't help myself...and surprise counts
HH: evan
HH: i had to shoot his head
HH: me
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs her close --
HH: and
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] swallows --
HH: when that wasn't enough
HH: he
HH: he had cecily as well
PS: ## ... ##
HH: i had to shoot her
PS: ## :[ ##
HH: it was close, evan
PS: ## howd you do it? ##
HH: attacked him till he ran out of heads
HH: blew up the tower to stop him escaping back into the mirrors
HH: what choice did i have?
PS: ## at least you survived right? ##
HH: yeah
PS: ## and its over now ##
PS: ## for you at least ##
HH: i hate this game
PS: ## you and me *oth ##
HH: it's just taunting me now
HH: as if taking her wasn't enough...
HH: rubbing my nose in it
PS: ## you gonna *e okay? ##
HH: i don't know
HH: i know i shouldn't
HH: but
HH: i feel responsible
PS: ## cause we chose to play the game? ##
HH: there was nothing i could've done to stop jeanne from killing her
HH: if i'd been there, she'd've got me, too
HH: i know it
HH: but
HH: i can't make myself believe it
HH: i couldn't even avenge her when i tried
PS: ## well get her, eris ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] rests her head on Evan's shoulder --
PS: ## all of us ##
HH: i just want to do something right
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## and you will ##
HH: thank you
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses Evan's cheek --
PS: ## well *e okay ##
PS: ## im sure of that ##
HH: yeah
HH: first things first, though
HH: i need something besides the damned layer cake
HH: um
HH: could you help me up?
PS: ## yeah ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] helps her up --
HH: thanks
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] leads the way to her room --
HH: come on, help me find something
PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## guess ill start with the *ooks? ##
HH: that works
PS: ## ... ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gets stuck staring at the walls for a few moments --
HH: ev?
HH: ...oh.
PS: ## um ##
HH: well, it's not as impressive as your music
PS: ## its kinda pretty ##
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## yknow ##
PS: ## not what i expected ##
HH: heh...
HH: me neither
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smiles slightly --
HH: sis and i used to garden
HH: i guess i liked it more than i was willing to admit
PS: ## never got to see anythin like that, livin in the city in a apartment ##
HH: shame
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## may*e when all this is over ##
PS: ## you can show me? ##
HH: love to =)
PS: ## do we all have stuff on our walls like this? ##
HH: i think so
PS: ## you saw mine, and this here, and shea had stuff on hers... ##
HH: i didn't see any on matt's
PS: ## whats it mean? its gotta *e important somehow ##
HH: i don't know
HH: but it's got to be some sort of code
HH: you had a sequence of four notes
HH: i have a sequence of four flowers
HH: um
HH: what did shea have?
PS: ## h o m e ##
HH: ...
HH: remind me to give her a hug next time i see her
PS: ## yeah... ##
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## right... what was i doin ##
HH: helping me find something to alchemize
PS: ## right ##
PS: ## *ooks ##
PS: ## oh hey havent read these ##
HH: hm?
PS: ## 'codex alera' whatre these a*out? ##
HH: oh
HH: roman influenced high fantasy
HH: pretty cool
PS: ## huh ##
-- petrifiedSeeker's [PS'S] gaze drifts off a bit --
HH: ev?
PS: ## huh? ##
HH: you were spacing
PS: ## sorry ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] turns back to the books --
HH: well, seems good an idea as any
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes the books to the alchemiter --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] makes the FURY LEGIONNARMOR --
HH: ...
HH: it's still a bloody skirt
PS: ## heh... ##
HH: oh well
PS: ## right okay ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] equips it --
HH: //couldn't decide which element, figure the cape is in five strips, one corresponding to each
PS: ## // kk ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] braids her hair --
PS: ## i like it ##
HH: heh
HH: now what?
PS: ## hmm ##
PS: ## more doctor stuff ##
PS: ## hhg ##
PS: ## discworld ##
PS: ## say somethin if you hear somethin interesting ##
PS: ## ringworld, whats that? ##
HH: another series
PS: ## 2001 ##
PS: ## dune ##
PS: ## heh star wars ##
HH: don't judge
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes a stack of books and sets them by the alchimeter --
PS: ## well, can try and see what we get? ##
HH: sure
HH: hm
HH: actually
HH: unless there's something specific you've got in mind, i think i'm good
PS: ## not really ##
HH: all right then
HH: well, captain tightpants
HH: got anywhere to be, or mind if i return the favour on that tour?
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## i have no plans for the time *ein ##
HH: excellent
HH: can't show you dullahan's lair, i'm afraid
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## i do need to do that thing dont i? ##
HH: oh
HH: um
HH: i can wait
PS: ## it can wait ##
HH: oh
PS: ## eligors not goin anywhere ##
HH: heh
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] holds out a hand --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes it and stands --
HH: shall we?
PS: ## yeah ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smiles and flies off --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] follows --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 21:45 --[/]
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Thu Jun 09, 2011 11:52 pm
Pre-Sburb: Matt and Eris celebrate his birthday
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
More Pre-Sburb: It gets worse
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: hey!
HH: happy birthday/merry christmas =)
FS: Thanks
FS: I guess
HH: you all right?
FS: Not particularly
HH: what's up?
FS: I'm not too sure, actually
FS: I haven't been sleeping right for a few months now
HH: really?
HH: thought you seemed a bit tired during the game
FS: Yeah, sorry
FS: I just keep getting these really vivid nightmares
HH: oh
HH: that's too bad =/
FS: They were driving me mad, so I tried to stop sleeping for a while
HH: you want to talk about it?
FS: Actually
FS: No
FS: No I don't
HH: oh.
HH: all right, then...
FS: Sorry, it's just
FS: I don't want to think about them
HH: that's fair
FS: And my grandmother isn't really helping
HH: well, if it'll help cheer you up
HH: i'm working on your present
HH: sorry it's a bit late
FS: Really?
HH: yeah
FS: Eris, can you do me a favor?
HH: what?
FS: Can you not send it?
HH: ...
FS: I just don't really want to look at any more presents right now
HH: you don't want a birthday present?
HH: oh
FS: I'm getting tired of them
HH: what
FS: I'm sorry
HH: um, that's not really a common complaint to have
HH: are you sure something isn't bothering you?
HH: besides the dreams
FS: It's nothing, just
FS: augh that damn woman needs to stop with that infuriating music
FS: it's giving me a headache
HH: matt, you're not acting yourself
FS: How am I not myself?
HH: you're just acting oddly, that's all
FS: If I'm acting oddly, it's because of her
FS: Just one year, I'd like to not have a Christmas
FS: And yet she insists on decorating, baking, caroling
FS: Waving those goddamn ugly bearded trolls in my face
HH: why don't you want a christmas?
FS: Because
FS: I'm sick of it
FS: I don't want to see anything Christmas related right now
FS: Or ever
HH: ...
HH: okay
HH: if you feel that strongly about it
HH: i won't send your present
FS: No, wait
FS: I might be able to tolerate one more present
FS: Just one
HH: which is it?
FS: If it's from you, I won't mind
HH: it'll be a bit
FS: damn it, can you hang on a sec
HH: i'm finishing it now
HH: hm?
HH: oh
HH: sure
FS: damn it damn it damn it
FS: back, sorry
HH: what's wrong?
FS: gram gram tried to force those stupid santas on me
FS: fuck, she clipped me in the eye with one of them
FS: stupid woman
HH: =/
HH: you okay?
FS: shit it stings
FS: and that blue
HH: all right, that's a no
FS: hang on
FS: Okay, I think that works
FS: Yeah, that's better
HH: you changed your text?
FS: Yeah, I got sick of that ugly blue color
HH: i rather liked the blue
HH: anyway
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sends file bdaycollage.png --
HH: there you are
FS: It's very nice, Eris
FS: Thank you
HH: no problem
FS: Sorry if I've been acting a bit odd
HH: only one birthday a year, right?
FS: Yeah, right
FS: Even though each of those days just means we're a step closer to our grave
HH: ...what?
FS: Sorry
FS: Just thinking out loud
HH: i can't tell if that was sarcasm
FS: It doesn't matter
HH: i would say it kinda does
FS: Look, I'm just rambling
HH: still =/
FS: I was writing some stuff earlier, and it just popped out
HH: you've never talked like this, matt
HH: what's wrong?
FS: Nothing is wrong
HH: uh-huh
FS: Sorry
FS: I'll try to get my act together before the next game, okay?
FS: I'm just having a really bad day right now
HH: ...all right
HH: if you're sure you're all right
FS: I'm fine
FS: Totally fine
FS: But I think I need to lie down right now
FS: My head is killing me
HH: okay
HH: just
HH: get some rest
HH: and feel better
FS: Heh, are you worried about me?
HH: you're my friend, matt
HH: course i am
HH: but i should be going, too
FS: Right, we're friends
HH: sis has plans =/
FS: I shouldn't make you worry
HH: what?
HH: oh
HH: sorry
HH: given the rest of the conversation
HH: i kinda read some sarcasm there
FS: There was no reason to be sarcastic about that
HH: yeah...
FS: Anyways, I'll get some rest
HH: it's time zones
HH: pretty late here
HH: good
HH: you do that
FS: Tell Evan I said Merry Christmas
HH: hey
HH: you'll let me know if something's wrong, right?
HH: ...why would i talk to evan before you would?
FS: Wouldn't you?
HH: i was going to go to bed
HH: tell him in the morning
FS: Yeah, you do that
HH: it's around supper for you two
HH: figured you'd see him first
FS: I think I'm done with the computer for today
HH: oh
HH: guess that makes sense
FS: I shouldn't be keeping you, Eris
FS: Good night
FS: And thanks again for the present
HH: night, matt
HH: happy birthday
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
More Pre-Sburb: It gets worse
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: okay
HH: so
HH: what exactly was your plan there?
FS: ~I don't want to talk about it
HH: really?
HH: because i think you do
HH: or you wouldn't have pulled it
FS: ~I got a better question
FS: ~Why weren't you providing me with support?
HH: because the plan we discussed had me supporting joan
HH: you know
HH: the one all six of us should've been using
HH: guess we'll be approving new characters next session now
FS: ~Okay, I'll keep that in mind the next time there's a bunch of monsters surrounding you
HH: oh, so now it's my fault?
FS: ~A little, yes
HH: for being where i was supposed to be
HH: and waiting for shea to trigger the trap i was bait for?
FS: ~When an ally is in danger, you should help them
HH: i wasn't in danger
FS: ~Yes, but I was
HH: rick was supposed to cover you
FS: ~I thought he was supposed to be covering Shea
HH: this is why you listen
FS: ~I was listening
HH: sure
FS: ~I just
FS: ~Didn't hear that part
HH: all right
FS: ~I still doubt it would have been too much trouble for you to help me
FS: ~I was right there
HH: see, the thing about a plan needing a sitting duck
HH: if the bait defends a teammate
HH: the thing kinda falls to shambles
HH: which
HH: i guess it did anyway
HH: but whatever
HH: it's done with
FS: ~Right, fine
FS: ~We made mistakes, we acknowledge this
FS: ~No reason to carry on
FS: ~But still
FS: ~It's stuff like this that makes me think I should be calling the shots instead
HH: yeah, that'd work
HH: team tpk
FS: ~Is that supposed to be sarcasm?
HH: oh, so you are listening now
HH: i just don't think the group's going to want to put you in charge after this kerfuffle
FS: ~If I was, this kind of thing wouldn't happen again
HH: you can go ahead and try talking them into it
HH: i just don't think it's going to work out so well
HH: so what kind of character were you thinking of making?
FS: ~Does it matter?
FS: ~It's just going to get massacred when we play again
HH: a bit, yeah
HH: if i know what you want, i'll make something different
HH: and you don't know that
FS: ~I do know that
HH: what, are you going to ensure it now?
FS: ~The way we are now isn't working
HH: why not?
FS: ~We need more authority so it doesn't happen again
HH: it only happened because you spaced during the tactics discussion
FS: ~But neither you or Rick were providng me with the support!
HH: then yell at rick!
FS: ~We need someone suited to making sure everyone is on top of things!
FS: ~And I should be doing it!
HH: they're not going to put you in charge after this stunt
HH: you failed your stealth roll and got us all killed
FS: ~Well who else would handle the job?
FS: ~You?
HH: i don't see why it has to change
FS: ~Look, I just want to make sure we don't have to get put through this bullshit again
HH: i don't think we will
HH: just pay a bit more attention next time =)
FS: ~This isn't my fault!
HH: it's just a game, matt
FS: ~Yeah, but you still think I'm the reason it fell apart, don't you?
FS: ~That I'd be unsuited for trying to keep everything in line?
HH: look, we don't need to change everything up
HH: team works fine as it is
HH: keeps things fun
FS: ~Right, fun
FS: ~Because I'm having such a blast right now
FS: ~Wheeeeeeeeeeeee
HH: you're taking it too seriously
FS: ~Shouldn't I?
HH: it's just a game.
FS: ~This isn't about the damn game
FS: ~It's about you not taking me seriously
HH: ...
FS: ~I can be a good leader, damn it
HH: you're pitching a bloody fit over a game where you pretend to be a druid
HH: that doesn't signal 'take me seriously'
FS: ~I said it's not about the game!
FS: ~Why don't you ever listen?
HH: i'm taking it in context
FS: ~Then forget the context
HH: right
FS: ~And answer me something
HH: i'll just forget you yelling at me over your inability to change something irrelevant and demanding a leadership position based on that
FS: ~Fine
HH: what?
FS: ~Forget everything I said
FS: ~I just want you to answer one question
HH: what?
FS: ~Why am I not good enough?
HH: for what?
FS: ~For
FS: ~For leader, of course!
FS: ~How do I not measure up in your eyes?
HH: ...
HH: what the hell happened?
FS: ~Nothing happened!
HH: you never used to be like this
FS: ~I was always like this
HH: no
HH: you weren't
FS: ~Why?
FS: ~Does it bother you?
FS: ~Maybe I was always like this and I just never showed it
HH: frankly, yes
HH: you used to be fun to talk to
FS: ~Would you prefer I be all chipper and happy like I used to be?
HH: nowadays i sometimes wonder why i even bother
FS: ~That's a good question
FS: ~Why do you bother with poor, pathetic Matt?
FS: ~I'm so sorry that I can't measure up to your standards nowadays
FS: ~But people change, Eris
FS: ~And if you don't like it
FS: ~Then too fucking bad
HH: you know
HH: you're right
HH: people do change
FS: ~Oh, so you were listening?
HH: you've gone from a good friend to a right pain in the arse
HH: almost as bad as rick
HH: maybe that's why i don't think you should be a leader
HH: maybe if you'd stop wallowing in self-pity, you'd have noticed how you sound
FS: ~I don't care
HH: yeah
HH: i noticed that
HH: maybe i shouldn't, either
FS: ~Fine then
FS: ~You do that
FS: ~I'll be talking with the others
FS: ~I'll see what they think about me as leader
HH: i'm gonna talk to evan about helping me with a new character
FS: ~Heh, you'd go to him for help?
HH: why?
FS: ~I should have figured
HH: you sure as hell weren't listening when i brought it up
HH: and what do you mean by that?
FS: ~You've just had such a hard-on for the guy lately
FS: ~It's kind of weird
HH: excuse me?!
FS: ~Oh please
FS: ~Everyone can see it
HH: i don't know what you're talking about
FS: ~Right
FS: ~Sure
FS: ~You go talk to him then
HH: he knows more about d&d than the rest of us
HH: that's all
FS: ~Oh yeah, I bet
HH: what?
FS: ~Nothing
FS: ~Anyways, I'm talking to the others
HH: why do you care if i talk to him, anyway?
HH: thought you two were friends
FS: ~See if they agree about me being leader
HH: good luck with that
FS: ~Maybe once I am in charge
FS: ~You'll start treating me a bit differently
HH: yeah
HH: that'll happen
FS: ~We'll see
FS: ~You guys need someone to keep you from getting slaughtered
HH: and it isn't you
FS: ~Then who would you rather have?
FS: ~Let me guess
FS: ~Evan, right?
HH: does it matter?
FS: ~No
FS: ~Of course it doesn't
HH: what do you have against him, anyway?
FS: ~I'm through talking right now
HH: uhhuh
HH: let me know when you're done with this nihilism bullshit
FS: ~Let me know when you decide to get your head in the game
HH: whatever
FS: goodbye
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Fri Jun 10, 2011 9:48 pm
Foraii: Be totally chill with the Mad One
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began trolling hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 19:22 --
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began trolling hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 19:22 --
- Spoiler:
- SF: Yoo, the Mad One
HH: oh
HH: um
HH: please don't call me that
SF: If that iz what yoo wizh
SF: What zhoold I call yoo then?
HH: idiot seems to be appropriate
HH: what was i thinking?
SF: I do not know the anzwer to that
SF: I am no mind reader
HH: right
HH: i'm just thinking to myself
HH: i've ruined everything
HH: in two timelines now
SF: To an extent, yez
SF: Boot yoo can ztill help fix it
HH: ...
HH: i tried to kill my friend
HH: how do i fix that?
SF: Yez, and yoo failed
SF: The anzwer iz qooite zimple
SF: Look inzide yoor heart and yoo will know the anzwer
HH: what
SF: Azk yoorzelf
SF: What zhoold yoo do?
HH: sit inside and not break anything else
HH: i've done enough damage
SF: No no no
SF: That iz the exact oppozite
SF: What yoo need to do iz
SF: Finizh the job
HH: um
HH: sorry
SF: Zorry for what?
HH: but the context makes it sound like you want me to finish my friend off
SF: Yez
SF: That iz the idea
HH: please clarify
SF: The Dark One iz a mazz moorderer
SF: He haz commited atrozitiez againzt life itzelf
SF: Therefore, he zhoold pay
SF: And yoo are the only one who zeemz capable of doing that
HH: i beat the snot out of him and left him tied to a shrubbery
HH: i don't think he's going anywhere
SF: That iz not enoogh
HH: it'll have to do
SF: He iz a threat and a liability
SF: More than anything I had encoontered in my own game
HH: same could be said for me
HH: what, you going to tell him to kill me now?
SF: Yez, yoo both are
SF: ...
HH: i don't know who the hell you think you are
HH: but you can't just go around telling us to kill each other
HH: thought you lot were "guiding" us through this mess
HH: make sure we all got out alive
SF: Thoze who were worthy, yez
SF: Thoze who are threatz zhoold not be given that chanze
HH: well apparently you were a threat
HH: seeing as you lot keep mentioning a failed session
HH: not worthy, were you?
SF: No
SF: We were not
SF: I have come to aczept thiz
HH: then what gives you the right to judge my worth
SF: I am the Zage of Life
SF: I joodge all who are threatz to Life
SF: And yoo and the Dark One are threatz
HH: yeah
HH: well
HH: i am the knight of season
HH: and sometimes
HH: knights have to kill
HH: but only when they deem it necessary
SF: Then kill yoor friend
HH: or what.
SF: Or yoor zezzion zhall be doomed
HH: either we all get out
HH: or none of us do
SF: I woold hope it doez not come to that
SF: Boot if it doez
SF: Then that iz what the godz have dezided
HH: what gods? you?
SF: No, oor godz
SF: The onez who played thiz game before ooz
HH: i'm not killing him
HH: or any of my friends
HH: i don't know what got in your head that it's all right to do that
HH: but it doesn't work that way for us
SF: Defiant to the end?
SF: The Wize One trained yoo all well
SF: Boot az long az yoo and the Dark One live, only death will await yoo
SF: And yoor friendz
HH: that your wise judgment, o "sage"?
SF: Yez, that iz what I believe
HH: then you can fuck off.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] gave up trolling sereneFlorist [SF] at 19:41 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sat Jun 11, 2011 7:45 am
Follow-up to the above
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 21:46 --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 21:46 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: okay
HH: first - sorry for losing my head on you earlier
SP: Un-mer-ci-ful an-ces-tors, you are a-live.
HH: thought you could see me
HH: even if
HH: well
HH: i kinda made it impossible to talk to me
SP: I have been search-ing for o-ther meth-ods dur-ing your ab-sence, I must con-fess, I have not been pay-ing as much at-ten-tion to a sing-le time-line as of late.
HH: ah
SP: It is good to hear from you a-gain, though I must ask.
SP: Are you well?
HH: no
HH: i'm not
HH: aside the obvious of having to deal with the fact i just tried to kill a friend and destroyed god only knows how much of my planet in a blind rampage
HH: and the fact that i've lost all credibility after this
HH: i'm forced to call your motives into question
SP: What?
HH: look, hyphens, what's your reason for contacting us?
SP: I sup-pose the time has come for a more can-did dis-cus-sion, yes.
HH: because you say you want to help us
HH: but your friend over there just told me to let matt and me finish each other off
HH: so
SP: o_o
HH: i want to know what the hell is going on
HH: ...
SP: Which -friend- would this be?
HH: news to you, too, then
HH: um
HH: sereneflorist
SP: O_O
HH: wow
HH: apparently i'm breaking you worse than when i lost it on you
SP: This must be a mis-take.
HH: well
HH: if it's a joke
HH: i'm not laughing
HH: actually more than a touch put out
SP: He would not jest of such a thing...
SP: Would he.../
SP: ?
HH: how should i know?
HH: i don't even know if i can trust you lot.
HH: you've been rather cagey with explanations so far.
SP: You are right.
SP: And you de-serve to know, I think.
SP: We have been e-va-sive for the pur-pos-es of a-void-ing al-ter-ing the time-line, but the time for such has passed, if it e-ver ex-ist-ed.
SP: Are you some-where safe at this time?
HH: yeah
HH: i'm back at my house
SP: This may be some-what leng-thy.
SP: First and fore-most, if I am to be can-did with you, I think per-haps it may be best to be ful-ly pre-sent-ed.
HH: pretend i know nothing if that gives you a better starting point
HH: i'm in no rush
SP: Ver-y well.
SP: My name is Ly-ga-ra Ran-ith.
HH: that's a nice name
HH: heh
HH: suppose you deserve mine as well
HH: eris allard
SP: Pleased to meet you. Though I re-gret it could not be un-der bet-ter cir-cum-stan-ces.
HH: yeah
SP: I am sev-en so-lar sweeps of age, rel-a-tive-ly e-qui-val-ent to your own age.
SP: And I am a play-er in the same game you are par-ti-ci-pa-ting in.
HH: go on
HH: i'll try not to interrupt
SP: Ver-y well./
SP: I am one of six, my fel-low play-ers and I are the last re-main-ing mem-bers of our spe-cies.
SP: We par-ti-ci-pa-ted in sim-il-ar, though not i-den-ti-cal, chal-len-ges and bat-tles as you and your com-pa-tri-ots are cur-rent-ly en-gaged in.
SP: For the most part, we tra-versed through the game as ex-pect-ed, and ful-filled our tasks and roles as ne-ces-sar-y for pro-per com-ple-tion of the game.
SP: How-ev-er...
SP: As we neared the com-ple-tion of our ses-sion, we be-gan to grow wor-ried of the im-pen-ding bat-tle to come. The fin-al chal-lenge that a-waits S-grub-s he-roes, un-der nor-mal cir-cum-stan-ces.
SP: The Black King, armed with the full pro-to-types of the en-ti-re ses-sion.
SP: We all pro-to-typed our Lus-ii - pow-er-ful na-tive wild-life of Al-ter-ni-a who served as our guar-di-ans, cus-to-di-ans, and com-pan-ions - af-ter their deaths dur-ing or short-ly be-fore our en-try in-to the Me-di-um.
HH: oh
HH: is that why you thought cess was my lusus?
SP: Yes.
SP: We trolls are cared for in youth by our Lus-us, who choos-es us af-ter we e-merge from co-coon-ing and com-plete our tri-als.
SP: From your de-scrip-tion of her, she seemed the clos-est e-qui-val-ent to them your cul-ture has.
SP: Con-tin-u-ing...
SP: The com-bined pow-ers of our Lus-ii were ter-ri-fy-ing and ov-er-whelm-ing-ly po-tent, and we feared we could not stand a-gainst the Black King and sur-vive.
SP: We had com-plet-ed all o-ther req-ui-site du-ties for the com-ple-tion of the game, but with the Reck-on-ing soon to be-gin we knew we had to find a way to face him or all we had done would be for naught.
SP: We e-ven-tu-al-ly de-vised a plan, one that by-passed the need for us to face the King - and Queen, for we had not found a way to re-move her from the e-qua-tion ear-li-er in the course of e-vents - in com-bat.
HH: wait
HH: we have to keep the queen from fighting?
SP: You do not.
SP: Your Black Queen is dead.
HH: oh
HH: problem solved, then
SP: In part, yes.
SP: But re-placed by a-no-ther.
HH: ...i'm guessing that can wait till you finish
SP: That would be best, yes.
SP: Con-tin-u-ing.
SP: We draf-ted and pre-pared a ser-ies of mis-sives forged to ap-pear to re-sem-ble com-mun-i-ca-tion be-tween the Queen and her arch-a-gent, Jack Noir.
HH: your session had jack, too?
SP: Jack Noir and his fel-low a-gents are a con-stant, much like the Kings and Queens.
HH: i see
SP: A ver-sion of them ap-pears in ev-er-y ses-sion. Though two Jacks be-tween ses-sions may be quite dif-fer-ent.
SP: Said mes-sag-es car-ried the sug-ges-tion that the kis-mes-is-si-tude be-tween Noir and the Queen had verged out of black-rom and in-to red-rom.
SP: Mean-whi-le, we also forged mes-sag-es from the King, sug-gest-ing that he had been in-volved in peace talks with Pros-pit to bring an end to the war.
HH: ...
HH: that
HH: that's brilliant
SP: What
HH: that is amazingly inventive
HH: did it work?
SP: In the short term, yes.
SP: The King was fur-i-ous, ab-so-lute-ly en-raged, at the mere i-de-a that his mate-sprit would seek a-no-ther flushed sol-i-ci-tor, Noir or o-ther-wise.
SP: And the Queen was far more mar-ti-al-ly mind-ed than we could have e-ver hoped for, and the mere thought of sur-ren-der or stale-mate drove her to fren-zy.
SP: The King ral-lied his for-ces on the Bat-tle-field, while the Queen mar-tialled what re-mained of her troops on Derse and set for Skai-a.
SP: They fought to the death.
HH: i still don't see why this isn't a good idea
SP: Mere hours af-ter the Reck-on-ing be-gan, both of Derse-s re-gents lay dead on the face of Skai-a, with-out a sing-le one of us six ma-king a sin-gle strike.
HH: guarantees a simpler fight for you that everyone can survive
SP: It al-so is not the way the game is sup-posed to work.
SP: In short
SP: We cheat-ed.
HH: so?
HH: you used the resources the game gave you to ensure victory
SP: When we left Skai-a, bound for the place where the Ul-ti-mate Re-ward would be op-ened to us and the u-ni-verse we had cre-a-ted would lay wide for us to ex-plore, some-one blocked our way.
SP: An en-ti-ty of im-mense pow-er and in-tel-lect, an om-ni-scient and om-ni-po-tent Wat-cher from the dis-tant reach-es of the u-ni-verse we had built.
SP: Your u-ni-verse.
SP: He had come to de-li-ver a mes-sage - that due to our fail-ure to prop-er-ly com-plete our ses-sion, we would be barred from par-ta-king of its spo-ils.
SP: We would be held cap-tive with-in the In-ci-pi-sphere un-til such time as the world o-ver which he was set as stew-ard would pro-duce he-roes of its own.
SP: And then, and on-ly then, would our sen-tence be giv-en:
SP: Should their ef-forts suc-ceed, we would be grant-ed re-prieve, and al-lowed to leave the Me-di-um and en-ter the u-ni-verse we had made.
SP: But if they were to fail, we would die.
HH: wait
HH: you're trapped in a game
HH: dependent on whether we win
SP: Yes.
HH: ...
HH: well, no pressure or anything
SP: I am sor-ry.
HH: no sense in apologizing now
SP: We wished to con-tact you and of-fer aid, sup-port and ad-vice from those who had com-plet-ed the chal-len-ges S-grub has laid be-fore you, with-out bur-den-ing you with the know-ledge of our fate ly-ing in your hands.
HH: well
HH: we want to win, anyway
HH: this should just motivate us more, right?
HH: but
HH: you never really went in depth before
HH: and i was barely
HH: well
HH: let's face it
HH: sane
HH: tell me more about jeanne
SP: Jeanne Le-blanc.
SP: Al-so known as the War-den.
HH: why would she attack us if we're meant to help prospit?
SP: Arch-a-gent of Pros-pit, the sword and shield of the White Queen.
SP: I can of-fer some theor-ies, at best.
SP: What I do know is that some-thing com-mu-ni-ca-ted to her by one of your friends, one who dreams on Pros-pit and is a-wake to speak with its na-tives, drove her to rage.
SP: What I be-lieve it to be is that the fate of Pros-pit to lose in the war to come was shared with Jeanne, who un-like her King and Queen was un-a-ware of this tem-por-al cer-tain-ty.
HH: i guess i'll manage with that
HH: ...so we've got a psycho who is in theory on our side now trying to kill us all
HH: and if we can't put her down, you die with us
HH: and, if i remember rightly, she's the one who killed my sister, who was no slouch in a strife
SP: I am af-raid so.
HH: and
HH: with all of this in mind
SP: She may be tar-get-ing you as a Derse dream-er, see-ing you as in league with her en-e-my.
HH: your friend tells me that i need to die and take matt with me
HH: heh
HH: guess hanging around jack and company really isn't doing much good for me, is it?
SP: I would rec-com-mend care if you choose to deal with Noir.
SP: He can be a po-tent al-ly, as we found. But he is al-so quite dan-ger-ous.
HH: oh?
HH: we've gotten along fine thus far
SP: As long as your co-op-er-a-tion is of mu-tu-al be-ne-fit to him, that will like-ly con-tin-ue. Though he may in-flict harm on you or your com-pan-ions for what seems to serve as his own me-thod of hu-mor...
HH: ah
HH: so
HH: giving him fireworks might have proved unwise
SP: o_o
HH: were you a derse dreamer?
SP: Yes.
SP: I still am.
SP: My dream-self still re-sides in her tow-er, and tra-ver-ses Derse-s sky when I rest.
SP: Though I have done lit-tle of that as of late.
HH: i see
HH: what was your title?
SP: I am the Bard of Space.
HH: bard, huh...
SP: A some-what lack-lus-ter ti-tle, and one I fear I have not done well to earn or live up to.
HH: heh
HH: you're not the only one...
SP: I see.
HH: i'm a poor excuse for a knight
SP: You, how-ev-er, have your whole ses-sion a-head of you to im-prove on that. I would not re-sign your-self to fail-ure just yet.
HH: sure
HH: which is why your friend seems intent on making sure i don't leave sburb alive
SP: I do not un-der-stand.
SP: For-aii is the most peace-ful of all of us. For a troll, such be-ha-viour is tru-ly ab-ber-ant.
HH: he straight up told me i was a liability
HH: and was unworthy of finishing the game
SP: o_o
HH: and to be frank
HH: i don't know if i can argue
HH: i screwed up, lygara
HH: big time
HH: and i don't know that i can make up for it
SP: I do not be-lieve you are bey-ond hope.
HH: that makes one of us.
SP: Nor do most of my com-pan-ions.
SP: Frust-ra-ting, in-fur-i-a-ting, and reb-el-lious, per-haps.
SP: But lost to des-pair? No.
HH: i almost killed one of my friends
HH: i can't ever forgive myself for that
SP: You must.
SP: Guilt will de-vour your mind if you re-fuse.
SP: Be-lieve me, I know from ex-per-i-ence.
SP: That plan I told you of?
SP: It was mine.
HH: really?
SP: Yes.
HH: how did you move on from it?
HH: because, i have to be honest
HH: i have no idea what to do
SP: When the Axe was placed a-bove our heads, I was so dis-traught and ash-amed that I begged my moir-ail to kill me.
HH: what.
SP: I hoped that if the arch-i-tect of the plan that had damned us was slain, that blood-shed would ap-pease the Watch-er and the o-thers would be al-lowed to go free.
SP: She of course would have no-thing to do with such mad-ness and e-ven-tu-al-ly brought me back to my sen-ses.
HH: i don't have a moirail
HH: and i wouldn't be surprised if none of them wanted anything to do with me after this
SP: I am not e-ven sure your spe-cies has a sim-il-ar con-cept.
HH: they'll never take me seriously again
SP: I would not be so cer-tain.
SP: Have you at-temp-ted to ap-proach a-ny of them since re-gain-ing lu-cid-i-ty?
HH: no
SP: I sug-gest you do so.
SP: Per-haps the Scribe may be the best with which to be-gin.
HH: i don't know...
HH: but
HH: i don't really have any other ideas
SP: The at-tempt is all I ask.
HH: i just wish there was something i could do
HH: to give us half a chance against jeanne
SP: Per-haps there is.
HH: what?
SP: My com-pan-ions and I have been scour-ing our ses-sion for some-thing, a-ny-thing, that we could use to aid our plight.
SP: And by ex-ten-sion, yours.
HH: will you let me know if you find anything?
SP: Ab-so-lute-ly.
HH: thank you
HH: i have to fix this
SP: I wish to ap-ol-o-gize, al-so.
HH: in any way i can
HH: why?
SP: For not be-ing hon-est with you soon-er.
HH: i don't know that it would've made much difference
HH: but
HH: i appreciate you telling me
SP: Good luck, Er-is.
HH: thank you
HH: you, too
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:47 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Sat Jun 11, 2011 10:39 pm
Lygara: Clear up any misunderstandings
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at --
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at --
- Spoiler:
- SP: Do you have a mo-ment, For-aii?
SF: Of coorze
SF: Waz there zomething yoo needed?
SP: I have been speak-ing with some of the hu-mans, and a ques-tion has a-ri-sen.
SP: So I thought to seek your side of the sto-ry.
SF: Oh?
SP: I am sure this was sim-ply a mis-un-der-stand-ing.
SP: Have you spo-ken to the Knight re-cent-ly?
SF: Oom
SF: Yez, I believe I did
SF: Waz I not zooppozed to?
SP: No, no, I do not mind.
SF: I waz not given clear inztrooctionz on how to troll them
SP: It is cer-tain-ly not my place to de-cide to whom you can and can-not speak.
SF: Then what iz the problem?
SP: I do not think we ev-er de-ci-ded on a-ny, to be hon-est.
SP: Well.
SP: She claims to have un-der-stood your com-ments to be di-rect-ing her in hos-tile ac-tion ag-ainst one of the o-ther hu-mans.
SP: I sim-ply wish to have the mis-com-mu-ni-ca-tion cleared up on both sides be-fore it de-vel-ops in-to some-thing trou-ble-some.
SF: Yez, I oonderztand
SF: That iz very mooch zomething yoo zhoold clear oop
SF: It woold be oonfortoonate if there waz any mizoonderztandingz between ooz
SP: I a-gree.
SP: What should I tell her, then?
SF: That zhe zhoold kill her friend
SP: W-
SP: o_o
SP: What?
SF: I know it iz qooite an odd reqooezt, boot I woold azk that yoo onderztand
SF: I have perzieved the Dark One and the Mad One az threatz to the livez of their friendz and otherz
SF: Therefore, I believe they zhoold be removed
SP: I sup-pose I un-der-stand your frus-tra-tion.
SF: Then there iz no problem, right?
SP: Share it, in some sense. Cer-tain-ly I have had plen-ty of an-tag-on-ist-ic be-ha-vior from the Knight, e-ven not in-clu-ding her re-cent de-scent in-to mad-ness.
SP: But to have them kill each o-ther? Or be killed by their com-pan-ions?
SP: How can you sug-gest such a thing?
SF: I am the Zage of Life
SF: I do not tolerate thoze who threaten the livez of otherz
SF: And zinze oor zezzion ended in oor poonizhment
SF: I feel I zhoold joodge whether oor zooczezzorz are trooly worthy of inheriting oor rolez
SP: What of our lives then?
SF: Oor fatez were already dezided
SF: We will die, Lygara
SP: If the Scribe is slain, they are doomed - his task is the same as mine was, a role that is nec-es-sar-y for a-ny hope of suc-cess.
SP: o_o
SP: What?
SF: Thiz iz oor poonizhment
SF: We defied the roolz
SP: I know.
SF: And we zhall pay for it
SP: An-ces-tors, I know.
SP: But we have not been damned bey-ond hope yet, For-aii.
SP: There is still a chance.
SP: But it rests in their hands, as lit-tle as we may like.
SF: They are not worthy, Lygara
SF: Az mooch az I troozt yoor joodgment
SF: I do not believe that theze chozen can create a new ooniverze
SF: They have already failed
SF: And the onez who have committed crimez againzt natoore, zhall pay the prize
SP: You, of all of us... I would have ne-ver ex-pect-ed this, nor be-lieved it.
SP: Had I not heard it first-hand...
SF: I do not expect yoo to agree with my methodz, Lygara
SF: Boot I moozt do thiz
SP: I sup-pose I can un-der-stand your rea-son-ing.
SP: But is it not just as wrong to con-demn us all by this judge-ment?
SF: We were already condemned
SF: Zoorvival waz never an option
SF: Did yoo trooly believe that?
SP: Yes!
SP: And I still do!
SP: And not on-ly I.
SP: Sig-run, Guil-la, and Vir-cen all share my view, and e-ven Gle-nys has been sup-port-ive of the i-de-a.
SF: That iz good
SF: Yoo all ztill maintain zome optimizm
SP: The Wat-cher gave us a chance.
SP: It is up to us to use it, for good or for ill.
SF: A chanze?
SP: But if they do as you have sug-gest-ed, that chance is gone, and with it all hope we have left.
SF: We wait while theze moordererz complete their goal and zave ooz?
SP: It is our on-ly op-tion.
SF: I refooz
SP: Why?
SP: What on Al-ter-ni-a could bring you to wish your de-mise and ours?
SF: They zpoorn oor help, Ly
SF: They bootcher and carve pathz of chaoz and deztrooction
SF: They are not fit to be the godz of the new world
SF: A ooniverze created by them woold be one of ootter mizery and dezpair
SP: So you would ob-struct them from suc-cess to pre-vent them from this, e-ven at the price of ob-li-vi-on.
SF: I am merely performing my role, remember?
SF: I am zertain that even with them gone, life will find a way
SP: Not for us, For-aii.
SP: If the Wat-cher comes for us him-self, we will die to his hand.
SF: It iz a fate I have aczepted
SP: If he leaves us here, time will claim us. We have no Mo-ther Grub to brood our young.
SP: It is one that I will not.
SP: I have damned us all once al-rea-dy.
SP: Ne-ver a-gain will I stand id-ly by and watch as our fate falls a-round us.
SF: Lygara
SF: Yoo are my friend
SF: Zo it hoortz me to have to azk thizzz
SF: Boot are yoo thinking of oppozing my plan?
SP: I am past think-ing of such things.
SP: I will.
SP: No.
SP: I must.
SF: ]8(
SF: If that iz yoor dezizion...
SP: I wish this no more than you.
SP: But if you will not be dis-suad-ed by words, I am left with no al-ter-na-tive.
SF: Very well
SF: Boot yoo know that I refooz to ztand down no matter what
SP: I am a-ware.
SP: Is there no-thing I can do to change your mind be-fore this falls to grief?
SF: I am afraid not ]8(
SF: I am zorry that it had to come to thiz, Lygara
SP: So am I, For-aii.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased pestering sereneFlorist [SF] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by MessiahForHire Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:16 pm
Eris: Drop by Joan's place to unearth her mommy issues.
HH: hey
HH: hey
- Spoiler:
- MT: Eris!
MT: Hey!
HH: how're things?
MT: Pretty great.
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins --
HH: haven't seen you in a while
-- mercilessTango [MT] hugs Eris --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs back --
MT: How're you and Evan doing?
HH: good =)
HH: split off for a bit so we could actually get some of our game stuff done
MT: Instead of getting each other done? :P
HH: ...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns red --
HH: that hasn't happened
HH: at all
MT: Mhm
MT: Sure it hasn't.
MT: It's awesome that you stopped by!
MT: Can I help you feel at home?
MT: I have some food here, drinks, what have you
HH: heh
HH: actually just had something i thought you might want to know about
MT: Oh yeah?
MT: What's that?
HH: evan's sidequest
MT: Tell me while I throw something together for you.
HH: apparently had to do with all of us
MT: I know I have stuff around here.
MT: Want a sandwich>
HH: no, i'm fine
HH: actually heading to fight my denizen
HH: shouldn't strife on a full stomach
MT: Can't Strife on an empty one.
MT: Here I'll just make you something quick.
HH: i'm really not hungry, joan
-- mercilessTango [MT] grabs some bread and basic sandwich ingredients --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs --
HH: fine, anyway.
HH: he apparently cloned us all in a lab
-- mercilessTango [MT] looks up --
MT: what?
HH: yeah
HH: that's what i said
MT: From who?
HH: our guardians
HH: his cousin, my sister, your stepdad
HH: shea's dad, matt's grandmother, rick's maid
MT: wait
HH: they're clones of themselves
HH: we're all genetic mixes
MT: Um.
MT: So then
MT: My stepdad's actually...
HH: he's your dad, yeah
MT: Wait like
MT: Biological?
HH: genetically speaking
MT: But then...
MT: I don't...
-- mercilessTango [MT] sits down on the ground --
HH: joan?
MT: I never
HH: you all right?
MT: She
MT: It doesn't make sense.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sits next to her --
MT: I don't get it, Eris... Why did he never tell me?
HH: i don't think he knew
MT: Well he certainly would have known he wasn't my stepdad.
HH: well, that i can't help you with
HH: but i really don't think he knew you were cloned from him
MT: But then... my mom...
MT: Why did she...
-- mercilessTango [MT] shakes her head and wipes at her eyes --
HH: joan?
MT: Don't worry about it now.
HH: you all right?
MT: No, but I gotta sort things out in my head first.
MT: You've got your own shit to deal with soon, right?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] begins to throw an arm around Joan but holds back and pats her on the shoulder --
HH: just my denizen, really
MT: That's still a big thing. Don't worry about me; I'm a big girl who can last until you've got that done.
HH: i just want to make sure you're all right
HH: since
HH: well
HH: there's a little more i need to tell you
MT: Hm?
HH: don't you want to know who your mom is?
MT: Well
MT: I'm going to go out on a limb here
MT: And say it's neither Evan's cousin nor Shea's dad.
HH: heh...
MT: So that leaves
MT: Three people.
HH: mhm
MT: So...?
HH: my sister
MT: ...Huh.
MT: So what exactly does that make us?
HH: dysfunctional.
MT: Good answer.
HH: you, my friend
HH: happen to be
HH: my much taller younger twin
MT: ...Really?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] nods --
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins --
MT: That's
MT: Pretty awesome!
-- mercilessTango [MT] throws an arm around Eris's shoulders --
MT: Here, let me tell you a secret
HH: um
HH: all right
-- mercilessTango [MT] gives Eris a noogie --
HH: ow
HH: ow
HH: bad touch
MT: I never would have thought I'd ever have a sister!
HH: joan
HH: let go
MT: No. :D
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] struggles to get free --
-- mercilessTango [MT] loses the fight --
MT: Awwww
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] rubs her now sore head --
MT: I'm sorry but I never had a sister before...
HH: it's all right
HH: just
HH: please
HH: don't do it again
MT: But it's like
MT: My job as your big sister or something.
HH: what
HH: i'm the big sister
MT: No you're not.
HH: april comes before june
MT: Stand up, Eris.
HH: no
MT: Then you accept that I'm bigger than you.
HH: size doesn't always matter, you know
MT: And you'd know this because...?
HH: what?
HH: i'm not allowed to be a bit short?
MT: Did you get a little first-hand experience at that or something?
-- mercilessTango [MT] winks --
HH: ...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns bright red --
HH: no
MT: Sorry to hear that he's still holding out on you, hon.
HH: that's
HH: i
HH: um
HH: how did we start talking about this
MT: I blame you entirely.
MT: Also, my job as the big sister.
MT: I take no responsibility for this whatsoever.
HH: you're not the big sister
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] stands up --
-- mercilessTango [MT] stands up as well --
MT: Yes I am
HH: you are far more annoying than i
MT: You see
HH: which makes you the little sister
-- mercilessTango [MT] puts an arm around Eris's shoulders --
MT: You make a great arm rest.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs and shrugs her arm off --
-- mercilessTango [MT] sighs and tousles Eris's hair --
MT: Oh, Eris, when will you cease to amuse.
HH: i'm not trying to amuse...
MT: Buuuuut you do anyways.
HH: =/
MT: Like when you get awkward and sputter whenever the subject of sex is (even possibly) broached.
MT: Here's a little secret:
HH: i do not!
MT: It's pretty funny.
MT: You do so.
MT: You say you don't? Then...
-- mercilessTango [MT] leans against the counter --
MT: Prove it.
HH: um
HH: sure
HH: no problem
MT: So far you're only proving my point.
MT: I should have made popcorn.
HH: >=/
MT: Anyways, I made my point.
HH: you are a terrible little sister
MT: And you're a hilarious kid sister. :P
HH: i'm not your kid sister!
MT: You could be! I can time travel, you know.
HH: my birthday is still chronologically first
MT: That means nothing if I end up technically older via time travel.
MT: I've been doing a lot of that lately, you know.
HH: irrelevant
MT: Irrational.
HH: irresponsible.
MT: Bah.
MT: You should know everyone's my kid sibling anyways.
MT: Which is why I'm not sure that I can really think of you as an honest-to-goodness sister before a good friend anytime soon.p
MT: But I'll try.
MT: If you want to be sisters.
HH: same here, really
MT: So would you want to really take this newfound knowledge to heart?
MT: And try to be sisters?
HH: sure =)
HH: i've never had a baby sister before
MT: Heh
MT: As previously mentioned
MT: It's my first time being a sister.
MT: Be gentle.
HH: heh
HH: guess this means i should give shea the riot act, then
HH: about hurting my little sis
MT: Um
MT: I don't think
MT: You need to threaten the girl.
MT: She gets it.
MT: So does that mean
MT: That she has a brother?
HH: mhm
MT: I think
MT: She'd be happy to know that.
HH: yeah
HH: i'll tell her
HH: when she gets back
MT: Yeah, poor girl needs some family.
MT: I hope she's okay...
HH: she is
MT: The battlefield's a rough place.
MT: I should be there.
HH: if you think that's best
HH: i'm not going to tell you how to behave around your girlfriend, joan
HH: i'm pretty terrible at romance, if you hadn't noticed
-- mercilessTango [MT] shakes her head --
MT: No, no, it's not like that.
MT: She wanted me to wait here.
MT: So I'm waiting here like she asked.
HH: oh
HH: she's all right, joan
HH: i know it
MT: It's just that she was acting a little funny... I really hope she's alright.
HH: and she wouldn't want you to worry
MT: It's just... I hope Skaia's clouds don't show her... Well, my mistakes.
HH: ...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs Joan --
MT: I really don't want her to have to see that.
-- mercilessTango [MT] hugs back --
MT: And I really hope she doesn't have to see my ascension... It's one thing to say that it happened, another for her to see... that.
HH: yeah...
MT: I was asleep at the time and it still freaks me the fuck out.
HH: she'll be fine
MT: She is going to come back okay, right?
HH: yeah
HH: she is
MT: Alright... Thanks, Eris.
HH: sure thing
MT: I just can't help but worry about her right now...
HH: i know
HH: trust me, i know how it feels
MT: Heh.
MT: God, I'm such a sap.
HH: yes
HH: you are
HH: all of you.
HH: i'm surrounded by it
MT: Hey you are it too, so no complaining.
HH: i am not!
MT: Are too.
MT: You're clearly with Evan for the sappy romance thing.
MT: You're too much of a prude to be in it for the sex.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns slightly pink --
MT: So unless there's some other reason
MT: You're a sap.
MT: Not that there's anything wrong with that.
MT: After all, some sappiness is amazing.
HH: i guess
MT: You guess?
MT: What, haven't you done anything super sappy yet?
HH: none of your business
MT: Alright.
MT: What was it, then?
HH: nothing
MT: Awww, come on, you're no fun.
HH: course i'm not
MT: Of course not. You're a prude. How could I have forgotten.
MT: Not even a hint?
HH: No.
MT: Pleeeeeaaaaaase?
-- mercilessTango [MT] makes puppy dog eyes --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] gives her a flat look --
-- mercilessTango [MT] whimpers --
MT: Not even if we make it a story exchange?
HH: no, joan
MT: Why not?
HH: because
-- mercilessTango [MT] sighs --
HH: i'll tell you when you're my age
MT: Okay, brb gonna age a few months in a second. :D
HH: thought you already did that
HH: you're too old to know
MT: Heh.
MT: You're just being silly.
HH: i'm allowed
MT: I'll just ask for all the dirty details from Evan, then.
MT: Maybe use some feminine charms on him, you know?
HH: oh lord
MT: So come on, pumpkin, just tell me.
MT: I need to know just how adorable you guys are.
HH: how about you just imagine it
HH: so we don't disappoint
MT: I dunno, my imagination's pretty wild...
HH: ...
HH: i need to go
-- mercilessTango [MT] sighs --
MT: I just don't understand why you won't tell me.
HH: because it's private!
-- mercilessTango [MT] throws together a sandwich with the stuff she had out --
MT: It's not like Evan wouldn't talk about it and be awesome with it.
MT: What's up with you being so damn cagey, anyways. Would it help if I told you a story first?
HH: not really
MT: 'Cause I've got a couple, you know.
HH: no, really, that's all right
-- mercilessTango [MT] frowns --
MT: What if I sit on you again.
HH: joan, i need to fight my denizen
MT: Alright, fine.
-- mercilessTango [MT] puts the sandwich in a bag and tosses it at Eris --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] catches it --
HH: what's this for?
MT: ...I made you a sandwich.
HH: oh
HH: um
HH: why?
MT: Because it's hospitable.
HH: oh
MT: And like I said
MT: You can't Strife on an empty stomach.
HH: oh
HH: well
HH: thank you
MT: Anytime.
MT: Best of luck, Eris.
HH: same to you
MT: Thanks.
MT: You come back now, you hear?
HH: it'll be a while
HH: i'm meeting up with evan after this
MT: Well I meant
MT: From the Denizen thing.
HH: i'm not planning on dying again, joan
HH: hurt bad enough the first time
MT: But yeah, if you come back from time with Evan with a story, that's also great.
HH: heh
HH: later, sis
MT: Yeah, and if you die again
MT: I'm going to make sure that it hurts way worse, alright?
HH: okay[/color]
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:30 pm
Lygara: Warn Sigrun about Foraii / Sigrun: Tell Lygara what you found
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 23:31 --
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 23:31 --
- Spoiler:
- SP: We have a prob-lem.
HH: We've been rriddled with prroblems, Lygarra.
HH: And I may have found something to alleviate that.
HH: What is it?
SP: This one is on our side of the wall.
HH: What?
SP: You will not be-lieve me.
HH: Trry me.
SP: For-aii has been en-cour-ag-ing the Knight to slay the Scribe.
SP: And pos-si-bly vice ver-sa.
HH: ...
HH: Why didn't I prredict this?
SP: Who would have thought him ca-pa-ble of such things?
SP: We all con-sid-ered him harm-less, he bare-ly man-aged to bat-tle the Un-der-lings we faced in the game pro-per.
HH: I have been micrromanaging ourr timeline to prrevent anything frrom going awrry.
HH: How did I miss this?
SP: When the Knight told me what he had said I could not be-lieve her ei-ther.
HH: She contacted you?
SP: Yes.
HH: She was rrational?
SP: She ap-pears to have re-cov-ered from her in-san-i-ty, yes.
HH: That's one less prroblem.
HH: I'm rreturrning to the Veil now.
SP: She was dis-traught, but lu-cid.
HH: Underrstandable.
SP: I do not think he is here, Sig-run.
HH: So.
SP: I have not seen him since I ar-rived.
HH: Did Forraii tell you why he is encourraging this madness?
SP: Yes.
SP: He has judged them both a threat to Life, and as the Sage he has deemed them un-wor-thy to as-cend to Skai-a-s re-ward.
SP: Fur-ther-more...
HH: They arre necessarry to the session's success.
SP: He is of the op-in-ion that we are doomed, and our fate sealed. He does not wish to seek es-cape.
HH: He can rremain if he wishes.
HH: I rrefuse to go down without a fight.
SP: Like-wise.
SP: And a fight we may soon get.
SP: There are so few of us left, Sig-run.
HH: And fewerr still if we cannot escape this prrison.
SP: If this comes to blood-shed, the re-sult may be the same.
HH: It will not.
HH: Lygarra, I will do everrything in my powerr to prreserrve ourr lives.
HH: Lygarra.
HH: Did he thrreaten you?
SP: Not di-rect-ly.
SP: He asked if I planned to op-pose him.
HH: I want you to do something forr me.
SP: What?
HH: Monitorr yourr emotional state.
HH: Beforre you do anything.
HH: Stop and rrationalize yourr motivations.
SP: You think he will at-tempt to as-sault me that way?
HH: I think he would prreferr that to physical combat.
HH: He is, afterr all, interrested in prreserrving life.
HH: Perrhaps warrn the humans of the same.
SP: I tried to ex-tend my pow-ers in-to their ses-sion.
SP: It is im-pos-si-ble.
HH: Yourrs arre morre...overrt.
SP: You think that would af-fect the out-come?
HH: I don't know.
HH: But I would prreferr to errrr on the side of caution.
SP: You are right, of course.
SP: I will try to keep it in mind.
HH: Arre you in the lab?
SP: If he choo-ses to at-tack, you know I can-not fend him off well.
SP: For now.
HH: I know.
HH: That's why I'm seeking you out.
SP: I could come to you ea-si-er.
SP: Where are you? You said you had some-thing to show me.
HH: I am in my Land.
HH: And yes, it would perrhaps be easierr to show you.
SP: I will be there short-ly.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] appearifies to LOBAS --
SP: Where are you?
HH: I am nearr my hive. Meet me therre.
SP: I am on my way.
HH: Therre you arre.
SP: What is it you wished to show me?
HH: This way.
HH: I think that had we known of it durring ourr session, it would have changed things drrastically.
HH: Herre.
SP: It looks like a re-cu-per-a-coon.
HH: Yes.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] leads her inside --
SP: What is this place?
HH: A Quest Cocoon.
SP: What does it do?
HH: Should a playerr at the top of theirr echeladderr come herre and complete the task at hand, they will ascend to the god tierrs.
SP: God tier?
HH: Yes.
SP: What, ex-act-ly, does that mean?
HH: Massively incrreased powerr.
HH: Perrhaps enough to tip the scales against the Black King.
HH: Orr, in theirr case, the Wildcarrd.
SP: ...
SP: What is the task, then?
HH: Death.
SP: o_o
SP: What?
HH: A willing death on this altarr.
HH: I believe it signifies sacrrifice and one's willingness to embrrace oblivion.
SP: What good does such pow-er grant the dead?
HH: Little.
HH: If they rremain dead.
SP: What then?
HH: Ascension.
HH: Beyond the mechanism of rreplacement by a drreamself.
HH: This, I have gatherred, is a merrging.
SP: Of the dream-self and the wa-king self?
HH: Yes.
HH: Obviously, I have not tested it myself.
HH: And I would not suggest such a thing to you.
SP: Be-cause you do not know if it would work?
HH: No.
HH: Because it is an honorrless death.
SP: What good is it then?
HH: I can think of little use forr ourr grroup.
HH: But forr theirrs?
SP: We have no bat-tles left, un-less we go to war with our-selves, and such pow-er is not ne-ces-sar-y...
SP: Wait what?
HH: Each Land should hold one of these, orr an equivalent.
HH: If we can tell them of this, they can decide whetherr to make use of it.
SP: I see.
SP: Then...
SP: I sup-pose this qual-i-fies.
SP: I prom-ised the Knight I would in-form her if our search-es pro-duced fruit.
HH: Oh?
SP: Yes.
HH: That is hearrtening.
SP: I want-ed to give her some time to at-tempt to mend wounds with the Scribe, but be-tween this and the dis-cus-sion with For-aii I think it has been long e-nough.
HH: Please, warrn herr about his ability beforre giving herr this inforrmation.
SP: I will.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 00:27 --
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