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 Sat Jun 11, 2011 11:55 pm
Sigrun: Troubleshoot
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at 23:32 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering sereneFlorist [SF] at 23:32 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Arre you well?
SF: Hello Sigroon
SF: Yez, I am feeling well
HH: Good.
SF: Why do yoo azk?
HH: I had hearrd otherrwise.
SF: Who told yoo that?
HH: It harrdly matterrs.
HH: You have given up on ourr fate?
SF: No
SF: Or rather
SF: I never believed that we woold zoorvive in the firzt plaze
SF: Zo I didn't really give oop
HH: And to that end, you actively endangerr the efforrts of those of us who still have hope.
SF: I'm joozt doing my own thing, az yoo are yoorz
HH: Orrderring the playerrs of the session that holds the key to ourr prrison is harrdly "doing yourr own thing."
SF: Zo yoo dizagree with me az well
HH: I can underrstand yourr rresignation, Forraii.
HH: I do not sharre it.
HH: If you arre content to die herre, so be it.
HH: But stay out of ourr way.
SF: Boot Zigrooooon...
SF: Yoo can't azk me to do nothing
HH: I am not asking.
SF: ...
HH: Indulging yourr fatalism is not a luxurry I can afforrd rright now.
HH: You arre an asset orr a liability.
SF: Oom
SF: Az mooch az I do not want to go againzt the word of oor Mother
SF: I can't ignore my dootiez
HH: Oh?
SF: I am zorry, Zigroon
HH: What duties arre these?
SF: To enzoore that thoze who threaten Life pay for their crimez
HH: Such as yourrself?
SF: What do yoo mean?
HH: You arre dooming ourr species.
SF: That waz not my dezizion
HH: Yourr actions thrreaten Life as cerrtainly as theirrs.
SF: It waz yoorz
HH: And they, unlike you, show rremorrse.
HH: Mine?
SF: Yoo and the otherz
SF: Thoogh I do bare zome blame for not ztopping ooz
HH: I did not supporrt the plan.
SF: Had we not broken the roolz, oor race woold prozper
HH: It still can.
HH: It still will.
HH: I intend to make surre of this.
HH: I will prreserrve Life.
HH: Since you seem to be unfit to do so.
SF: Boot that'z my job
HH: Then do it!
SF: I am!
HH: You have accepted death, Forraii.
SF: Life and Death are one and the zame
SF: With Deah, a new Life blozzomz
SF: *Death
HH: ...
HH: I don't have time forr this.
SF: I learned thiz on my land
HH: Forraii.
HH: Asset.
HH: Orr liability.
HH: Will you help us?
SF: Yoo intend to enzoore the moordererz zoorvival
SF: Thooz, I cannot help yoo
HH: Liability, then.
HH: All I needed to know.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] slams the door open --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:33 pm
Sigrun: Warn the Ninja.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 14:13 --
Lygara: Warn the Knight.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 14:37 --
Glenys: Get Confirmation.
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 14:51 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 14:13 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Ninja.
PS: ## oh its you again ##
PS: ## hi ##
HH: I hate to be the bearrerr of bad news.
HH: Howeverr, it has been brrought to my attention that one of us has made a concentrrated efforrt against yourr session.
PS: ## is this part of the doom train ##
PS: ## or did we switch tracks ##
HH: I come with a rrequest and a warrning.
PS: ## request? ##
HH: Parrdon?
HH: Doom trrain?
PS: ## nevermind ##
PS: ## whats this request thing a*out? ##
HH: Cease communications with Forraii.
PS: ## what for? ##
PS: ## hes funny ##
HH: He just orrderred the Knight to kill the Scrribe.
PS: ## wtf ##
HH: My rreaction as well.
HH: And my apologies.
HH: I...
HH: I should have forreseen this.
HH: I will take full rresponsibility forr any harrm he causes.
PS: ## hows he talkin to them anyway ##
PS: ## *oth of em went nuts and arent answerin ##
HH: It seems the Knight has rrecoverred. She is the one who inforrmed my companion of this.
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## thats good news then ##
HH: Will you heed my rrequest?
PS: ## yeah ##
HH: Good.
HH: Now, the warrning...
HH: Monitorr yourr emotional state.
PS: ## my what? ##
HH: Analyze yourr mindset beforre you make any majorr decision.
PS: ## what for? ##
HH: Would it surrprrise you to know that a numberr of trrolls possess psychic abilities?
HH: Forraii's is emotional manipulation.
PS: ## yeah a little ##
PS: ## wait what ##
HH: He can influence yourr emotions.
HH: Lead you to make poorr decisions.
PS: ## :[ ##
PS: ## youre shittin me ##
HH: No.
PS: ## the fuck? ##
HH: I have no way of knowing whetherr he has orr will.
HH: But I could not in good conscience leave you in the darrk about it.
PS: ## any other freaky powers i oughta know a*out? ##
HH: Nothing you should fearr.
PS: ## how do i know youre not pullin my leg ##
HH: ...
HH: I give you my worrd.
HH: I will do nothing that I judge to have any chance of doing morre harrm than good to yourr chances.
PS: ## youre askin for a pretty *ig leap of faith here yknow ##
HH: Believe me, Ninja, I wish the best forr yourr session. I have morre at stake herre than you think.
HH: I know.
HH: But frrom this perrspective, I am not asking much:
HH: Cease talking to one individual and make cerrtain yourr thoughts arre rrational.
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## alright ##
PS: ## deal ##
HH: I know my worrd is not much to you.
HH: But it is everrything to me.
HH: Thank you.
PS: ## i gotta get in touch with eris then if shes *ack to normal ##
PS: ## later ##
HH: Good day.
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 14:32 --
Lygara: Warn the Knight.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 14:37 --
- Spoiler:
- SP: Do you have a mo-ment?
HH: yeah
HH: what is it?
SP: I have been in-ves-ti-ga-ting the si-tu-a-tion you in-formed me of.
SP: And I have come to some un-plea-sant con-clu-sions.
HH: oh?
SP: I am here to warn you.
HH: ...
HH: the one time i get to be right about something
SP: For-aii has ta-ken a ra-ther ex-treme stance on this, I am af-raid.
HH: i noticed
HH: so that's his name, huh?
SP: Yes.
SP: He has de-clared you and the Scribe un-fit to com-plete your ses-sion and gain the re-wards there-of.
SP: And by ex-ten-sion doomed us as well.
HH: ...
SP: He has ac-cept-ed his own dam-na-tion, and thus has no-thing to lose.
SP: Fur-ther-more, I need you to be on guard.
HH: from what?
HH: mean instant messages?
SP: For-aii, like my-self, has a mea-sure of psy-chic ca-pa-bil-i-ty.
SP: His, how-ev-er, re-sides in the realm of men-tal man-ip-u-la-tion ra-ther than phy-si-cal as mine is.
HH: ...what.
SP: Spe-ci-fi-cal-ly, he can tam-per with and al-ter e-mo-tions.
HH: oh shit
SP: My pow-ers can-not af-fect your u-ni-verse or ses-sion, I have tried.
SP: But his may not be so lim-i-ted.
HH: wonderful
SP: Keep care-ful watch of your re-act-ions, Er-is, and e-val-u-ate your ac-tions with care.
SP: I am un-sure as to the ex-tent he can man-ip-ul-ate you, but I would pre-sume the worst.
HH: ...yeah.
HH: thanks.
SP: There is some-thing else.
SP: A mea-sure of bet-ter news to bal-ance the bad.
HH: oh
SP: One of my com-pan-ions has found some-thing that may be of use to you.
SP: A meth-od by which you might be a-ble to gain an ad-van-tage in your bat-tles a-gainst Le-blanc.
HH: psychic shield helmet?
HH: or that
SP: There is a bit of an ob-struc-tion, though, just to warn you.
SP: But if the pro-cess is prop-er-ly com-plet-ed, you may be a-ble to gain the pow-er to stand a-gainst the War-ma-ker and sur-vive.
SP: You and your com-pa-tri-ots.
HH: okay
HH: i'll do it.
SP: You do not e-ven know what it is.
HH: i need to make up for this disaster, ly.
HH: i'll do anything.
SP: Some-where in your Land there should be a u-nique struc-ture or ef-fi-gy of stone, re-sem-bling what-ev-er your kind use for a re-cu-per-a-coon.
HH: a what?
SP: What you sleep in.
SP: Or on.
HH: oh
HH: a bed
HH: the thing i'm sitting on
SP: Oh.
SP: Then yes, some-thing that looks like that, but made of stone and bear-ing the Mark of Sea-son.
HH: i have no idea what that is
SP: Nor do I.
SP: We did not have a He-ro of Sea-son in our ses-sion.
SP: But you will know it when you see it.
HH: okay
SP: This is your Quest Co-coon, or Quest Bed I sup-pose you would call it.
SP: At its center will be an al-tar or flat slab.
HH: okay...
SP: By per-form-ing a spe-ci-fic ri-tu-al here af-ter reach-ing the top of your ech-e-lad-der, and as long as your dream-self re-mains in-tact, you will be gran-ted an im-mense growth of pow-er and ca-pa-bil-i-ty.
HH: i topped my echeladder a while ago
HH: what do i have to do?
SP: Die.
SP: On the plat-form.
HH: ...what?
SP: That was my re-act-ion as well, when I first learned of it...
SP: The death will not be per-ma-nent.
HH: um
HH: death kind of is permanent
SP: Your soul will be trans-ferred, and merged with your dream-self.
SP: A-long with your pow-er gained in this life.
SP: The pro-cess, though the de-tails es-cape me, mer-ges the two and pro-duc-es a re-sult where the sum is great-er than its parts.
HH: and this will give me enough power to stand against leblanc?
SP: Not a-lone, but com-bined with the strength of al-lies, es-pec-i-al-ly if they do like-wise?
SP: It will aid to e-ven the scales.
HH: um
HH: do you think it will be enough?
SP: I think it will change ev-er-y-thing.
HH: but will it make up for my mistakes?
SP: More than that, I can-not sur-mise. My realm is Space, neither Time nor Mind.
SP: I think it will help.
SP: You are not bey-ond for-give-ness, Er-is.
SP: Of that I am sure.
HH: ...good.
HH: it's a start.
HH: so.
HH: where is this thing?
SP: Some-where on your plan-et. Like-ly in an out-of-the-way, ob-scure lo-ca-tion, hid-den by the land-scape or eas-il-y o-ver-looked.
HH: all right.
HH: i'd better start looking.
SP: Good luck, Er-is.
HH: thank you
SP: And be care-ful.
HH: i will
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 15:06 --
Glenys: Get Confirmation.
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 14:51 --
- Spoiler:
- TM: Lygara.
SP: Yes?
TM: Sigrun ju5t contacted me.
TM: I wa5 told to be wary of Foraii.
SP: Yes.
TM: I am a55umin8 that you would have more detail5 than 5he 8ave me.
SP: In sum-mar-y, he is at-tempt-ing to sab-o-tage our plans to aid the hu-mans and force their ses-sion to fail.
TM: Why i5 thi5?
SP: The rea-son is two-fold.
SP: First-ly, he has deemed the Knight and the Scribe as threats to Life, and as the Sage of Life has judged them de-ser-ving of death and un-wor-thy of the re-wards of com-ple-ting S-grub.
SP: Sec-ond-ly, he has judged us wor-thy of the dam-na-tion of the Wat-cher, and wil-ling to suf-fer the pen-al-ties of fail-ure.
TM: That i5 in5ane.
SP: That is what I told him.
SP: But he is un-mov-a-ble.
TM: Hm.
TM: Well, Sigrun i5 on her way here. Hopefully he can be ea5ily di55uaded.
SP: I hope so as well.
SP: Pref-er-ab-ly with-out blood-shed.
SP: There are too few of us left to spare.
TM: That i5 true.
TM: Thou8h if it i5 nece55ary, I will not he5itate.
SP: I know.
TM: Do you know how much he ha5 interefered with their 5e55ion?
SP: I on-ly know that he has been en-cour-ag-ing the Knight to mur-der the Scribe, and pos-si-bly vice ver-sa.
SP: Bey-ond that, I can-not say.
TM: Very well.
TM: Do you know if he ha5 contacted them in approximately the 5ame time for them?
SP: I do not be-lieve he has al-tered his ap-proach in the time-line.
SP: But I can-not say for sure.
TM: Very well.
TM: Where are you now?
SP: On LOEAF.
SP: Though if I am need-ed else-where, I can be there short-ly.
TM: I believe Sigrun and I 5hould be able to take care of Foraii, and I cannot think of another place where 5omeone i5 5pecifically needed.
SP: Then I will re-main here.
SP: You know his pow-ers will be more pot-ent a-gainst me than ei-ther of you re-gard-less.
SP: So per-haps it is best I am a-way if it comes to grief.
TM: Perhap5.
TM: I a55ume you fir5t learned of thi5 via the human5, rather than Foraii him5elf.
SP: Or-i-gi-nal-ly yes.
SP: But
SP: For-aii con-firmed it when I ap-proached him.
SP: I thought it had sim-ply been a mis-take or mis-un-der-stand-ing on the Knight-s part.
SP: But ap-par-ent-ly not.
TM: Thi5 i5 certainly a 5tran8e occurence, I can under5tand why you would have thou8ht it mi8ht have been a mi5under5tandin8.
SP: Had he not said so him-self to my face, I would have nev-er thought him ca-pa-ble of this.
TM: Ye5; it i5 definitely a 5hock.
SP: Good luck to you both. Keep me in-formed if the sit-u-a-tion chan-ges.
TM: Thank you for the information, Lygara.
SP: Of course.
TM: I will not monopolize your time further.
TM: Good luck with whatever matter5 you will attend to, now.
SP: Un-til next, Gle-nys.
TM: Farewell.
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] ceased pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 15:20 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:52 pm
Apology log revision.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
Fast-forward to post-recovery at Eris' house.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: matt!
HH: where are you?
FS: ~Eris?
FS: ~Why are you suddenly pestering me?
HH: i want to talk to you
FS: ~I thought you didn't want to talk this out anymore
HH: i do
FS: ~This isn't an attempt to catch me off-guard, is it?
HH: no
HH: it isn't
HH: please, matt
FS: ~Fine, fine
FS: ~I'm by some, uhh
FS: ~Mirrors
HH: that
HH: doesn't narrow it down
HH: at all
FS: ~There's a lot of them
HH: matt
HH: land of -mirrors- and gardens
FS: ~Okay give me a second
FS: ~all right, I'm on a hill
FS: ~And
FS: ~I can see what looks like a house from here
HH: i think you're near my house, then
HH: hold on a bit
FS: ~Take your time
HH: //time skip, log will now be face to face
HH: there you are
FS: ~Yes
FS: ~So shall we continue where we left off?
HH: you look like hell
FS: ~I'm aware
FS: ~Mirrors kept reminding me
HH: i did that?
FS: ~Some of it
FS: ~Most of it
FS: ~Maybe 97%?
HH: ...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] looks at the ground --
FS: ~What, do you not remember?
HH: no, i remember
HH: mostly
HH: but
HH: it's just
HH: i'm having a hard time believing it
HH: matt
HH: i'm sorry
FS: ~Eris
FS: ~You shouldn't apologize
HH: why?
FS: ~I did kind of deserve this
HH: i nearly ruined everything
HH: nearly killed you
HH: and for what?
FS: ~It was all my fault to begin with
FS: ~I've treated everyone like dirt
HH: because i can't handle anything
HH: i
HH: i'd understand
HH: if you didn't want to be friends anymore
FS: ~What?
FS: ~That's crazy
FS: ~You're my best friend, Eris
FS: ~You have been for so long
FS: ~I would never call that off over something like this
HH: what, beating the daylights out of you and leaving you for dead?
FS: ~I told you
FS: ~I deserved it
HH: no
HH: you didn't
FS: ~Of course I did, especially after what I did to you
FS: ~Eris, I am so very sorry
FS: ~For how I've acted
FS: ~Especially this past year
FS: ~I've been so cruel and selfish
FS: ~I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness
FS: ~Even if I don't really deserve it...
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs Matt --
HH: thank you
FS: ~Uh
FS: ~You're welcome
-- facelessSchemer [FS] hugs her back --
HH: i thought if anyone would have a reason to kick me out of the group, it'd be you
HH: i thought i'd ruined everything
HH: it means a lot to hear you say that
HH: you're a better friend than you think, matt
HH: and i'm glad you still see me as a friend
FS: ~Y-yeah...
FS: ~So, you forgive me?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] nods --
FS: ~I'm relieved
FS: ~I was worried that you'd hate me forever
FS: ~I'm glad we can still be friends
FS: ~Also
FS: ~Sorry if I got any blood on your outfit
HH: sorry i cut your hair
FS: ~Don't worry about it
FS: ~I kind of like it like this
FS: ~I guess you were right about it getting in the way before
HH: heh
FS: ~Um, Eris, can I ask you something?
HH: sure
FS: ~If it's not too much trouble
FS: ~Do you know where I could get some help?
FS: ~Because, I'm starting to get a little dizzy here
HH: oh
HH: your sprite should be able to patch you up
FS: ~Right
FS: ~But
FS: ~He's all the way back in my land
HH: i'll walk you home
FS: ~And I was kind of rude to him earlier, so I don't know where he might have went
FS: ~If it's not too much trouble though
FS: ~I've already
FS: ~Caused you en
-- facelessSchemer [FS] falls to the ground --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] catches him --
HH: ...good grief, matt
FS: oh hey, there's still more blood
FS: i thought i was out
FS: yaaay
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] puts his arm over her shoulder --
HH: guess you're staying at my place for a bit
HH: can you walk at all?
FS: of course, you put your left foot forward
FS: then your right
FS: and then your other right
HH: ...
HH: can you walk now
FS: yeah, i'll try
-- facelessSchemer [FS] takes a few steps forward --
FS: no problem
HH: ok
HH: good
HH: my house is right down there, not too far
FS: great
FS: thank you, Eris
HH: don't mention it
FS: did i ever tell you you're my bestest friend?
FS: because you are
HH: yes
HH: you did
HH: c'mon
Fast-forward to post-recovery at Eris' house.
- Spoiler:
- FS: ~So, this is your house?
HH: mhm
FS: ~It's...
FS: ~Prettier than I thought it would be
HH: cess was an interior decorator
HH: be a bit of a personal shame if it didn't look up to her standards
FS: ~It really shows
FS: ~You wouldn't happen to have any nog around, would you?
FS: ~I went through my supply
HH: you can check the kitchen
FS: ~Cool
-- facelessSchemer [FS] sets to raiding the kitchen --
FS: ~To be honest, I was half-expecting this house to be something of a war zone
FS: ~Especially since Rick was your server
HH: don't remind me
FS: ~Have any of the others been here yet?
HH: joan has
FS: ~Already?
FS: ~She moves fast
HH: well
HH: alternate future joan
FS: ~Oh, that makes sense
FS: wait
FS: what
HH: time powers
FS: ~Great, time travel
FS: ~Makes the game even more confusing
FS: ~Did she have anything important to say about the future
HH: well
HH: she's not from our future
HH: but
HH: ...she said we were all dead
FS: ~...
FS: ~So...they weren't lying
HH: what?
FS: ~Sorry, just thinking out loud
FS: ~I take it she told us how to prevent that from happening?
HH: no
FS: ~So wait, did she just show up in a black cloak and point at a grave or something?
HH: no
HH: she said this timeline was a lot different from the other one
HH: so
HH: i don't think things'll happen the same way
FS: ~But there's still a chance it could, right?
HH: i don't know
HH: why?
FS: ~Well, if we managed to avoid that fate so far...
FS: ~Then we're going in the right direction
FS: ~We just need to be more cautious now
FS: ~No more of this going off on our own
FS: ~We'll need to work together
HH: actually i was going to go off on a sidequest now i know you're all right
FS: ~Of course you were
FS: ~What sort of sidequest is it?
HH: something lygara told me about
HH: might help us with leblanc if i can find it
FS: ~Lygara?
HH: one of the trolls
FS: ~And you're going to trust her?
HH: yes.
FS: ~Eris, I'm still not sure these trolls have our best interests in mind
HH: not all of them...
FS: ~...Don't tell me
FS: ~Did you speak to that troll too?
HH: sereneflorist?
FS: ~yes
HH: mhm
HH: what'd he tell you?
FS: ~Well, he had already trolled me once before
FS: ~But just a little while ago
FS: ~When I was wandering through your land
FS: ~He started saying a lot of things to me
FS: ~He was just trying to get me angry at first, but then
FS: ~My head started to hurt, and I could feel him whispering all these horrible things to me
FS: ~Eris, these trolls aren't right
HH: he's the exception
HH: the others are all trying to help us
FS: ~Do you really believe that?
HH: yes
FS: ~...All right, I trust you
FS: ~We just need to keep an eye out for this sereneFlorist then
HH: yeah
FS: ~What he did wasn't natural
FS: ~And if he tries it on the others
HH: he told me to kill you
FS: ~Yeah, said the same to me
FS: ~He tried to get me angry enough that I was willing to consider it
FS: ~I don't think it worked like he wanted it to
HH: well of course it didn't!
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] winces and puts a hand to her head --
FS: ~Eris?
HH: what?!
FS: ~Are you all right?
HH: i'm fine
FS: ~Oh good, I was worried for a second
FS: ~By the way, you're out of nog
HH: wonderful.
FS: ~Yeah, I guess your sis wasn't a huge fan of it
HH: complaining all you do?
FS: ~I'm used to my fridge being full of it
HH: ...
FS: ~I'm not complaining
HH: where did that come from?
HH: i'm sorry
FS: ~Um, okay
FS: ~Apology accepted
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shakes her head --
HH: gah, my head feels like it's full of cotton
FS: ~Cotton?
FS: ~Are you sure you're all right?
HH: i said i'm fine!
FS: ~You don't need to yell at me
FS: ~I'm just worried about you
HH: i'm not yelling!
HH: ...
HH: oh
HH: fuck.
HH: she warned me about this.
FS: ~What's gotten into yo-
FS: oh no
FS: ~Is he trying to get at you?
HH: that'd be my guess
FS: ~Okay, listen to me very carefully
FS: ~He's probably going to try and make you snap again
FS: ~But there's a way to beat him
HH: get to the point!
HH: ...sorry.
FS: ~Well, when he tried it on me, I just thought of stuff that made me feel happy
FS: ~But be careful
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] closes her eyes and focuses --
FS: ~If you think of something that makes you feel the slightest bit sad or annoyed, he'll take you completely
FS: ~Well?
FS: ~Do you feel it working?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] exhales and opens her eyes --
HH: i'm okay
FS: ~Thank goodness
FS: ~I was scared that we'd have to start that all over again
FS: ~But, I don't think we're safe just yet
FS: ~He might try again later
HH: right
FS: ~I think
FS: ~It might be best if I left
HH: yes
HH: probably
FS: ~Yeah, don't sound too upset or anything
HH: i'm afraid to
HH: just had my head hacked and all
FS: ~Heh, I was just kidding
FS: ~Sorry
FS: ~I'll be heading out then
HH: i'll see you around, matt
FS: ~Best of luck to you, Eris
FS: ~And
FS: ~Promise me you'll be careful
HH: i will
FS: ~Thank you
-- facelessSchemer [FS] heads out the door --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:28 pm
Joan: Seek advice from an unlikely source
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 18:38 --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 18:38 --
- Spoiler:
- MT: Hey.
HH: hey
MT: Um, I'm kind of going out on a limb here...
MT: But based on your walls, I'm going to guess that you know more about flowers than me.
HH: i know a bit
HH: what's up?
MT: I was wondering if you could give me a quick primer on what flowers should be given as gifts and stuff.
HH: what do you mean?
MT: Well
MT: I wanted to surprise Shea.
HH: i figured
HH: but what message did you want to send?
MT: What message do you think. <_<
HH: lot of subtle nuances
MT: Then
MT: Explain some of the nuances?
HH: well, look at a rose
HH: depending on the color
HH: friendship, jealousy, love, modesty
HH: lots more
HH: or if you're just looking at love as a message
HH: you can get general love, youthful love, chaste love, eternal love
HH: devotion, faithfulness, humility
HH: all sorts
MT: Okay well
MT: Not chaste love, for sure.
MT: :P
HH: ...orange lily for you then
HH: in seriousness, though
HH: were you wanting a small bouquet?
MT: ...You know I can internet things up, too.
MT: You hurt my feelings. >:
HH: =P
HH: about how many flowers were you thinking of in this?
MT: Hmmmm
HH: because if it's smaller, i'll try and get more precise
MT: I guess not too many to carry.
HH: well, you'll definitely want a white camellia
HH: means adoration and perfection
MT: Heh
HH: tulips would be good in any variety, though i'd recommend not the red
HH: most flowers with a love meaning have that, and you'll be a touch monochromatic if you don't bend a bit
HH: a red rose is traditional
MT: Don't worry, you don't have to lecture colour theory at me. :D
HH: have to be careful on these, though!
MT: Don't hand 'em out like cheap cigars?
HH: don't give her a yellow rose
MT: Oh.
MT: Ok.
HH: friendship or jealousy
MT: Ahahahahaha
HH: although eleven reds and one yellow is love and passion
HH: never did get that
MT: I LOVE YOU BABY ALSO I'M FRIEND-ZONING YOU.
MT: :D
HH: well, if you want a friends with benefits bouquet...
MT: Oh nooooooo you're uncovering my secret!
HH: bit of lavender might be nice
HH: love and devotion
MT: Hmmm... If we're going with lavender, then some more cool colours might be nice.
HH: i'll look =)
MT: ...Do forget-me-nots have a meaning as sappy as their name?
HH: to quote a movie...
HH: wuv, twoo wuv
MT: Ahahahaha
HH: some globe amaranth - unfading love
MT: 'Cause they're a pretty blue. Also they're just cute little flowers in general.
HH: how sappy would you like?
HH: there are a few for "consumed by love"
MT: Um
HH: hibiscus, for one
MT: Okay maybe we don't need consuming going on.
HH: heh
HH: a bit of ivy is anxious to please
HH: irises are a good option - yellow for passion
MT: Hmmm
HH: a dahlia for elegance and dignity
HH: knowing you, a bit of dill
MT: Wha?
HH: lust <_<
MT: Oh.
MT: :3c
MT: Hm.
MT: It's not very pretty, though. >_>
HH: as a garnish to set off the rest of the bouquet?
HH: she'll look at the blossoms first
HH: consider it subtext
MT: Hmmm.
MT: Maybe.
MT: Pffff
HH: honeysuckle as well for love
MT: A boquet with those chaste love flowers and dill would be funny.
MT: HERE ERIS
MT: GUESS WHICH ONE I'M JOKING ABOUT
HH: if you want it...
HH: mint is virtue =P
MT: (Bonus points for a yellow rose too?)
HH: (only if you don't have eleven red roses)
MT: (That's true.)
MT: Hmmm
MT: I think I'm kind of getting an idea, here...
MT: How many of those that you mentioned are white?
HH: the camellia and the ivy
MT: Well wait
MT: How exactly does one give a boquet of ivy flowers?
MT: Are they like
HH: you don't, you use the little curls off the leaves as garnish
MT: Oh
MT: Then like
MT: What happens with the vine?
HH: nothing, really
MT: And how exactly do you "garnish" a boquet I don't understand.
HH: it's the grasses
HH: more than just pretty petals, joan
MT: No I mean
MT: How does it work in a thing that you carry. >_>
HH: oh
HH: i'm not too sure, really
HH: sis mostly told me meanings
HH: i'd get a vase and loop those over the sides, mix the grasses in to put some space between the flowers
MT: Ummm
MT: Okay what if
MT: I get some ideas
MT: And come visit you at some point in the near future
MT: And you can help me out.
MT: I feel like I'm in way over my head and don't want to screw this up.
HH: all right
MT: Excellent.
MT: Thanks so much.
HH: no problem
MT: You are so awesome I could kiss you. :D
MT: Also
MT: Um
MT: What do you know about dancing?
HH: um
HH: legend has it that it is an amazing thing done with feet that i've never done
MT: Oh.
MT: Okay.
MT: One last thing.
HH: hm?
MT: Did you have any codes for really nice dresses onhand?
MT: Or like
MT: If I go over there for the boquet thing
HH: well
HH: i have a few dresses sis gave me
HH: but
HH: um
HH: joan, i'm gonna be honest
HH: i don't think they're going to fit
MT: This is exactly why alchemiters exist. >_>
HH: ...
HH: right.
MT: But if I do go over for the thing, would it be alright if we spend some time making a nice dress, or do would I just be eating up your time?
HH: no, that's fine
MT: Heh, maybe we can figure out something nice for you to wear around Evan? :P
HH: what's wrong with what i wear?
MT: Nothing. But there's also nothing wrong with dressing up on occasion.
HH: i guess...
MT: I mean
MT: Just imagine how he'd react if you just showed up in a dress with a dangerously high slit and tell me that's not a bonus for you to SOME degree.
HH: why would i even have a dress like that
MT: You wouldn't. But if I'm making a dress for me, we can make one for you.
HH: oh
MT: Plus it doesn't HAVE to be a slit dress but it might be fun if it is. :P
HH: um
HH: all right, then
MT: Oh yeah
MT: Also about dresses
MT: Do you, uh, have any gloves for dresses?
HH: no
MT: Hmmm
MT: That's
MT: Gonna be a problem.
HH: oh?
MT: Yeah I'll... kinda need gloves or something if I'm gonna go with something sleeveless. >_>
HH: oh
HH: okay
HH: should i have gloves, too?
MT: Ummm
MT: I dunno.
MT: You probably don't need them, I guess.
MT: I just think visible scars and dresses don't exactly match.
HH: what?
MT: No matter how much chicks dig scars.
MT: I've got a scar on my arm. :/
HH: oh
MT: Yeah I don't think it needs to be really obvious. >_>
MT: You'd probably agree if I showed you.
HH: i'll take your word for it
MT: What, you're not interested?
HH: you don't need to show me if you're embarrassed about it
MT: I wouldn't say I'm embarrased about it.
MT: It's just a thing that doesn't really go with fancy dresses. :/
HH: ah
MT: Alright so
MT: Lemme know when you're good for time
HH: all right
MT: And I'll let you get back to whatever you're doing right now.
HH: later, joan
MT: Seeyou around
-- mercilessTango [MT] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 20:34 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Tue Jun 14, 2011 10:42 pm
Foraii: Humans, how do they work?
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
- Spoiler:
- SF: Excoozzz me
SF: Boot yoo are the one called Joan, yezzz?
MT: Yeah that's me.
MT: Did your stalker-software-buds tell you that much?
SF: No, yoor friend did
SF: The Cool One
SF: He zaid yoo coold help me
MT: The Cool One?
MT: I think you're mistaken.
MT: Out of my friends
MT: I -am- the Cool One. B*J
MT: *B^J
SF: Oh?
SF: Then I apologize
SF: I hope I did not inzoolt yoo
MT: Nah, bro, people get confused around me all the time.
MT: I'm used to it.
MT: So anyways could you be more specific as to who it was?
SF: Oom
SF: It wazzz...
SF: Ellen, I think
SF: No wait
SF: Evan
MT: Pffff
MT: Alright cool. So what did Ellen think I could help you with? A certain problem of yours that only this charming young lady can fix?
SF: He zaid yoo were the one to zpeak to regarding qooadrant-related matterzzz
SF: And yoor bizarre hooman eqooivalent
MT: Quadrants?
SF: Yezzz
MT: ...Go on?
SF: I take it yoo are oonfamiliar with the term
SF: Very well
MT: Maybe. Rings a bell.
SF: I am zpeaking of companionzhip
SF: And romanzzze
MT: Oh?
MT: OH.
MT: RIGHT.
MT: The thing with the love and bros and hatesex and cockblocking?
SF: Oom
SF: Yezzz?
SF: He zaid yoo knoo more than yoor friendzzz
MT: Well yeah because they take zero effort to bone up on these things.
SF: Good, then may I azk yoo zome qooeztionzzz?
MT: It's like dude these things are important.
MT: But they're all nooooo we're lame.
MT: Yeah sure shoot.
SF: From what I have heard, yoor hooman relationzzz are zlightly different from oorzzz
MT: Yeah.
SF: Yoo do not pozzezzz the qooadrantzzz we have
SF: Zo what izzz yoor relationzzz focoozed on?
MT: Harem size.
SF: Harem zizzze?
SF: What do yoo mean by that?
MT: Yeah. The humans with the largest harems are the most desireable as a mate.
SF: I zee
SF: What iz a harem?
MT: They get a harem that grows in size because they're desireable, and that in turn makes them even more desireable.
MT: A harem's a collection of humans who follow and are potential mates of a single human.
SF: Zo hoomanzzz have mooltiple matezzz?
MT: No.
MT: Ultimately the human will only mate with one member.
SF: Oh, the one they feel mootooal affection for?
SF: Or mootooal hatred?
SF: They are capable of love?
MT: Hm?
MT: No, we don't have your hatesexing in harems.
MT: That's done privately by two individuals, and isn't exactly an aspect of romance.
MT: Just a random act of wanting to bone the people you hate.
SF: I zee, boot hoomanzzz zoorely do not mate zimply for pleazoor
SF: Right?
MT: Not mate, no.
MT: But they might engage in something similar with the members of their harem.
MT: As a way of determining who'd be the best mating partner, you see.
SF: Their matezprit izzz determined throogh that?
MT: No.
MT: Not exclusively.
SF: I am confoozed
MT: It's just another factor; a partner who doesn't know the first thing about mating would make a terrible partner.
SF: I zooppozzze that might be troo
SF: Boot wait
SF: There are only zix of yoo now
MT: So?
SF: Doezzz that mean yoo are all part of a "harem"?
MT: Not necessarily!
MT: Harems are joined by choice, not necessity.
SF: Boot if yoo hoomanzzz zelect yoor matezzz by yoor haremzzz
MT: And comppetition within a harem can be fierce, if the person who has that harem is an excellent mate.
SF: Zo who ownzzz the harem?
SF: Who are the matezzz that are fighting for the right to be the other'zzz matezprit?
SF: Thizzz whole matter doezzz not make zenzzze to me
MT: Harems are owned by whoever.
MT: Any human can have a harem, though other humans may not want to join.
SF: Perhapzzz I am azking the wrong qooeztionzzz here
MT: Perhaps.
SF: Zee, I am tazked with keeping tabzzz on the matterzzz of relationzzz among my comradezzz
SF: And I have taken an interezt in yoor relationzzz azzz well
MT: I see.
SF: Zo now that I have a
SF: Zlightly better oonderztanding of how yoo hoomanzzz work
SF: I woold like to know who izzz the dezired hooman amongzt yoor harem and who dezirezzz them?
MT: Okay well here it might get tricky.
MT: Since we're a small group, so not only is there intense competition between harem members over the limited number of people
MT: But there would be competition between harem holders too. Since not everyone can handle how rough it is being a member of a harem.
SF: I zee
SF: Zo in termz of relationzzz, yoo are all againzt each other?
MT: Well
MT: Not the people we want to mate with
MT: And not the people who have no interest in the same mating partner as us.
SF: Okay, zo who izzz interezted in who?
SF: That zhoold be zimple enoogh to oonderztand
MT: Well
MT: My answer depends on how confidential this stuff'll be.
SF: I do not intend to zpread my information amongzt yoor companionzzz, if that izzz what yoo fear
SF: And my own comradezzz have no interezt in it
MT: Okay. Would you use any of this information against any of my companions?
SF: I do not zee any reazon why I ever woold
MT: Okay well
MT: All five of them are a part of my harem, but they're all pretty appealing themselves so they've got sub-harems. So basically it's like I'd be their first choice but they feel like I'm out of their league a litte (and don't like to admit it... so they'll deny romantic feelings; this is normal) so they'll go to another member for a more equal match. Someone a little less intimidating to let
MT: themself be attracted to.
SF: Zo yoo have not chozen a mate?
MT: Nah.
SF: Then what of the otherzzz? Who are their choizezzz for matezzz?
SF: Or have they not dezided either?
MT: Well they haven't come to a decision but I'm pretty sure it's all one big clusterfuck right now.
SF: Hmm, I zee
SF: Yoo have anzwered mozt of my qooeztionzzz, boot only raized foorther
MT: That is the result of any good line of questions.
MT: It proves you haven't hit a dead end.
SF: Yoo hoomanzzz pozzezzz the mozt needlezzly complex and bizarre mating procedoore
SF: In fact, I find it hard to believe yoo will even be capable of repopoolating yoor razzze thizzz way
MT: Needlessly complex?
MT: Dude
MT: This stuff's elementary.
SF: For yoo, maybe
MT: Now the actual mating process? THAT'S complex.
SF: Dear godzzz, there'zzz MORE?
SF: That izzz enoogh for one day
MT: Enough for a day?
MT: Dude there's enough to go on for weeks.
MT: But it doesn't feel like it 'cause this stuff's FASCINATING. :D
SF: Enoogh!
SF: I am no longer interezted yoor hooman relationzzz
SF: It izzz far too mooch for me to keep track of
MT: ...
MT: ; ;
SF: I will be imprezzed if yoo ever manage to zort throogh thizzz with only zix of yoor zpeziezzz remaining
SF: Yoor chanzezzz of zoorvival look zlim
SF: Zo I will bid yoo farewell for now
MT: Alright dude.
SF: I hope to not contact yoo again oonlezzz it iz abzolootely nezezzary
MT: ...
MT: Awwww
MT: >:
SF: Goodbye
MT: jerk
MT: </3
-- sereneFlorist [SF] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:49 pm
Matt and Sigrun: Make peace with each other.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
And here's one that was done earlier that I never got around to posting.
Matt and Vircen: Have a patron log
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Is something trroubling you?
HH: You just rreconciled with yourr frriend. I would have thought you would be happierr.
FS: ~Oh, hello again
FS: ~I'm totally happy right now, I just don't show it
HH: Oh?
FS: ~I'm seconds away from breaking into a musical number
HH: RReally?
HH: I could accompany you.
FS: ~Heh, thanks but I was being sarcastic
HH: Fairr enough.
HH: I wanted to apologize forr what I said beforre.
FS: ~Is that so?
HH: I did mean the warrning I gave you about yourr leaderrship style, but I could cerrtainly have phrrased it less harrshly.
FS: ~I'm grateful, but you were right
FS: ~I've done nothing but ruin this game for everyone
FS: ~I was not meant to be leader
HH: I wouldn't sell yourrself shorrt.
FS: ~Why not?
FS: ~You've all said pretty much the same thing
HH: All is not lost.
FS: ~No, but that doesn't mean we're set to win from here on out
HH: Of courrse not.
HH: You have to worrk towarrd victorry.
HH: Sgrrub is not merrciful towarrd its herroes.
HH: Instead, it encourrages them to grrow.
HH: To become worrthy of crreating a new univerrse.
FS: ~A new univerrse?
FS: ~You can't be serrious
HH: This is the ultimate goal of everry Sgrrub session.
HH: Yourr univerrse was the rresult of ourrs.
FS: ~So you guys arre serrious about this
HH: Yourr frriend the Knight can corrrroborrate; my moirrail has told herr everrything.
FS: ~Moi what now?
HH: Moirrail.
HH: You don't underrstand orr carre about the quadrrants, do you?
FS: ~Not really
FS: ~I'm more concerned about other things right now
HH: Then it isn't imporrtant.
HH: What concerrns you, Scrribe?
FS: ~A lot of things, but there's one in particular I want to ask you about
HH: Firre at will.
FS: ~Everyone seems ready to trust you guys about what to do in this game
FS: ~So then why is one of your own trying to mess with our heads?
HH: ...
HH: Because Forraii has given up.
HH: I don't believe Virrcen told you the exact rreason forr ourr contact with yourr grroup.
FS: ~No, he was actually pretty quiet most of the time
HH: Ourr surrvival depends on yourr session's success.
HH: We wish to help you because it helps us.
HH: Forraii doesn't think we can - orr perrhaps should - succeed.
HH: He has also seen yourr actions as a thrreat to Life, his domain. Much as yourrs is Space.
FS: ~Yeah, the guy was pretty peeved at me
FS: ~So he wants us all dead?
HH: No.
HH: Just you and the Knight.
HH: I do not believe he perrceives the otherrs as a thrreat.
FS: ~That's good, I guess
HH: I don't think you should worrrry about him forr much longerr.
FS: ~So you've convinced him to cut the crap?
HH: I am on my way to do so.
HH: RRest assurred, it will stop.
HH: One way orr anotherr.
FS: ~Guess we're not the only ones with problems
HH: It is foolish and small-minded to assume you arre.
HH: No offense.
FS: ~None taken
FS: ~I've been pretty foolish and small-minded lately
HH: We will have one less prroblem shorrtly.
FS: ~Can you do me a favor?
HH: What?
FS: ~Hit him once for me
FS: ~That bastard tried to get in Eris' head
HH: ...
FS: ~If I could, I would do it myself
HH: If you must know, my plan involved morre than hitting.
HH: Erris? The Knight?
FS: ~Yeah, why?
FS: ~You know who we all are, right?
HH: I know yourr rroles, if not yourr names.
FS: ~Oh, I guess we haven't been too forward with our names, have we?
HH: Not nearr as much as with yourr sarrcasm.
FS: ~Well, I guess if we're supposed to be trusting each other, we'll need to know this stuff
FS: ~I'm Matt, by the way
HH: My name is Sigrrun.
HH: It is a pleasurre to be forrmally acquainted with you, Matt.
FS: ~Likewise, Sigrrun
FS: ~So what you said earlier about your plan
FS: ~What exactly did you mean by that?
HH: Forraii has posed a thrreat to the surrvival of both ourr species as a whole.
HH: If it becomes necessarry
HH: I will kill him to put a stop to it.
FS: ~Hmm, that's a shame
FS: ~But I guess it can't be helped
HH: I hope it doesn't come to that.
HH: If I may,
HH: Surrely he got into yourr head as well?
FS: ~Yes, he did
HH: Why arre you so concerrned with his assault on herr?
FS: ~Because
FS: ~She is my best friend, and I care about her a lot
HH: I see.
HH: I was simply currious.
FS: ~Truthfully, I was worried that he might send her over the edge again
HH: A valid concerrn.
HH: Howeverr, I believe she will be fine.
FS: ~Yeah, you might be right
HH: As will you.
FS: ~That, I'm not so sure about
HH: You arre strrongerr than you wish to let yourrself believe.
HH: You have made poorr decisions in the past, but you have learrned frrom them.
HH: You will be wiserr in the futurre.
FS: ~...I guess so
FS: ~Thank you, Sigrrun
HH: Don't mention it.
HH: ...Why must you do that?
FS: ~Do what?
HH: Mock my typing.
FS: ~I just said your name
HH: Neverrmind.
FS: ~Oh wait, double r's
FS: ~So it has one r then?
HH: Yes.
FS: ~In that case
FS: ~I am trruly sorrrry forr imprroperrly spelling yourr name
HH: If that's the way you want to be...
HH: ~I accept yourr apology.
FS: ~Glad to hearr it
HH: I wish you well, Scrribe Matt.
FS: ~You too, Sigrun
HH: And I trruly am sorrrry forr Forraii.
FS: ~Don't worry about it
FS: ~It's not like you were responsible for it
HH: I suppose not.
FS: ~I hope you can work things out
HH: As do I.
FS: ~It would be a shame to have to kill one of your own
HH: It would.
HH: But it would harrdly be a firrst forr Alterrnian society.
FS: ~Right, your troll planet or something
HH: Prrecisely.
FS: ~No offense, but I think it's kind of silly that you guys are keeping that whole alien thing going
HH: What?
FS: ~The weird alien roleplaying thing
HH: This is not a rroleplay.
FS: ~Right, sorry
FS: ~Forgot you guys take it pretty seriously
HH: I'm actually somewhat offended you would accuse me of stooping to such a base joke durring a matterr of quite literral life and death.
FS: ~Well hey, that's kind of what trolls-er, OUR trolls do
HH: I have seen yourr planet beforre the meteorrs came. You have no trrolls.
FS: ~That's because they're crafty and hide under bridges
HH: Forrgive my skepticism.
FS: ~Trust me, I didn't believe it when I first heard it
HH: Mhm.
HH: At any rrate, I fearr I must leave you now.
HH: I have matterrs to attend to herre.
FS: ~Yeah, sorry to keep you
FS: ~From killing and all that
HH: ...I hope it won't come to that.
FS: ~Hopefully
FS: ~I kind of want to meet this guy
FS: ~And maybe the rest of you guys too
HH: Perrhaps you will.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
And here's one that was done earlier that I never got around to posting.
Matt and Vircen: Have a patron log
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
- RA: hel-o.
FS: ~Let me guess
FS: ~Another troll?
FS: ~Boy, I sure am popular today
RA: actual-y i am an imp.
RA: please stop kil-ing us, we just w& to be yo-r friends.
FS: ~Really?
RA: no.
FS: ~I thought not
RA: yo- don't se-m to- hap-y about yo-r newfound popularity.
FS: ~Not very, no
RA: yo-'ve be-n contacted by the others then?
FS: ~Not since most of them are trolls with obnoxious quirks
RA: yo- get used to it.
RA: but that answers my question.
FS: ~Don't you guys have anything better to do than bug a bunch of teenagers?
RA: wel- up until recently i was.
RA: but by this point no one real-y w&s to talk to yo- so it's be-n left to me.
FS: ~I see I've made an impression
FS: ~Excellent
RA: right.
FS: ~So how do you want to do this?
RA: dealing with dif-icult things is always my job.
RA: i w& to do this as tediously as pos-ible.
FS: ~Great
FS: ~You do that, I'll be messing with this
FS: ~Alchemax thingy
RA: alchemiter.
RA: what are yo- plan-ing to make?
FS: ~I am not entirely sure how this thing works, so I figured a test was in order
RA: yo-r entry was sup-osed to be the test, but okay.
FS: ~I am going to see if I can replicate this carton of sweet delicious nog
FS: ~Because if so
FS: ~It is going to be like christmas here
RA: what now?
RA: nog?
FS: ~Oh right, troll
FS: ~Human culture
FS: ~Does not compute
FS: ~Really, you guys are weird
RA: i compute just fine.
RA: whatever yo- say.
FS: ~Oh man
FS: ~This thing is like magic
FS: ~I am going to make a lifetime supply now
RA: close enough i sup-ose.
RA: is that neces-ary?
RA: sounds like a waste of grist.
FS: ~Yeah yeah, I know
FS: ~Eris is going to get on my case about it later
FS: ~But this stuff is necessary
FS: ~For my survival
RA: al- at once?
FS: ~Yes
RA: yo- could just save the code.
FS: ~The what?
RA: the code, on the back of the card.
FS: ~Of course
FS: ~I knew that
RA: go-d.
RA: yo- were just mes-ing with me then.
FS: ~Yes, that was my plan
FS: ~You have discovered my ruse
FS: ~You know, I must ask
RA: go-d for me.
RA: ask away.
FS: ~Why are you guys so dedicated to maintaining this weird idea that you're aliens or something?
RA: it breaks up the tedium.
FS: ~Makes it interesting to mess with the feeble minds of hapless teenagers?
FS: ~I can see how trolling would get tiresome after a while
RA: yes.
FS: ~So what's your crazy space name?
RA: Vircen.
FS: ~Huh
FS: ~That one actually sounds kind of cool
FS: ~Not that I'm impressed or anything
RA: thanks.
RA: of course.
RA: & yo-r name is Mat-?
FS: ~Yes, that's my mortal name
FS: ~My god name is Loki, Master of Schemes and Deception
RA: yo-'re very go-d at it.
FS: ~Why thank you, I take pride in my work
FS: ~Okay seriously, cut the shit
FS: ~What are you up to here?
RA: okay.
FS: ~You are the most laid back of the trolls that I've seen
RA: watching yo- make some nog.
FS: ~Don't you have any remarks about how everything is our fault, we're all doomed, or that my intelligence is the equivalent of a housefly?
RA: i don't care.
FS: ~You
FS: ~don't care?
RA: not real-y.
RA: why sould i?
FS: ~Because
FS: ~You're a troll
FS: ~They're obnoxious
FS: ~You're not giving me anything to work with here
FS: ~What's the point of being trolled if I can't troll back properly?
RA: maybe i'm just obnoxiously flip-&.
RA: there is no point.
RA: that is the point.
FS: ~You
FS: ~Argh
FS: ~Look, I wasted a whole bunch of grist on nog
FS: ~What do you have to say to that?
RA: i noticed.
RA: yo- must real-y like nog.
FS: ~Nothing?
FS: ~Nothing at all?
RA: nope.
RA: yo- lo-k disap-ointed.
FS: i am not
FS: i am annoyed
FS: what kind of troll doesn't troll?
FS: you're denying me the one outlet i have for all this pent-up aggression that has accumulated over the years
RA: yo-'re an-oyed?
RA: mis-ion ac-omplished then.
FS: wha
FS: ~Oh you son of a bitch
FS: ~I get it
FS: ~Impressive
RA: not real-y.
FS: ~No, it is
FS: ~You're a league above those other morons who have pestered me
RA: that isn't surprising.
FS: ~Especially compared to that really smug one I spoke with
RA: smug?
FS: ~Yeah, there was one with same tag as one of my friends
FS: ~Had a rreally wierrd quirrk
RA: truth be told not al- of us know how to trol-.
RA: yo-'ve met the ones that don't.
FS: ~No kidding
FS: ~You know, maybe you guys aren't all bad
RA: we real-y are.
RA: yo- don't even know
FS: ~Oh really?
FS: ~Give me an example
RA: the r-eal-y an-oying quir-k?
RA: almost died to the first imp.
FS: ~You almost died fighting an imp?
RA: yes.
FS: ~Wow, I don't feel so bad now
RA: yo- shouldn't, yo-'re the man.
FS: ~Yeah
FS: ~Yeah, I am
FS: ~In fact, I'm even stronger now than I was before
RA: i am glad i could be here to confirm that for yo-.
RA: the nog must increase yo-r strength.
FS: ~No, it just keeps me sane
FS: ~I blame my grandmother
RA: wel- that's not very interesting at al-.
FS: ~Well I apologize that my drinking habit does not impress you
RA: i forgive yo-.
FS: ~Hold up
FS: ~I just noticed something
RA: was it yo-r hair?
FS: ~By now, an imp would be trying to tear me apart
FS: ~No, and leave my hair alone
RA: relax, i was just mes-ing with yo-.
RA: trol-, remember?
FS: ~Right
FS: ~Anyways, I haven't seen a single imp for a while now
FS: ~Something's not right
RA: yo-r sprite may be fighting them.
RA: or yo-r lusus.
RA: yo-r... gr&mother?
RA: i believe that is what yo- cal-ed it.
FS: ~No, my sprite is my grandpa
FS: ~My grandma is
RA: i mean i know the answer.
FS: ~Huh?
FS: ~What is it?
RA: but i'm more interested in how yo-'l- react to the surprise.
RA: should be interesting.
FS: ~I take it this means I should go check downstairs
RA: but i'm sure yo-'l- do fine.
RA: sure.
FS: ~This place is empty
FS: ~But I hear something outside
RA: yep.
FS: ~Okay, the suspense is killing me here
FS: ~What the hell is
FS: oh god
FS: that's
RA: say hel-o to the ogre.
FS: ~There's BIGGER enemies?
FS: ~I thought it was just imps!
RA: oh come now, that would be boring.
FS: ~Well, this shouldn't be too much of a problem
RA: it's also got a few more prototypes in it.
FS: ~I noticed, it looks pretty monstrous
FS: ~But I can handle this guy
FS: ~No pro
RA: i'm sure yo- can.
-- facelessSchemer [FS] gets punched through a wall --
RA: se-?
RA: i knew yo- could do it.
RA: yo- h&led him quite masterful-y.
FS: okay
FS: that hurt
FS: so much
RA: use the nog to restore yo-r health.
FS: i think i am going to lie here for a while and wait for him to leave
RA: not very hospitable to yo-r quests are yo-?
FS: i'd like to see you fight that guy
RA: i'm sure yo- would.
RA: it would be pret-y boring though.
FS: okay, let's try this again
FS: i am going to go for a different approach
RA: watch out for that left ho-k.
-- facelessSchemer [FS] is clocked by the ogre yet again --
FS: YOU DISTRACTED ME
RA: & the right.
RA: hey i am giving yo- valuable tips.
RA: yo- now know that the ogre has h&s thanks to me.
FS: you know what
FS: i take back everything nice i said about you
RA: okay.
RA: i'l- remember to delete them from the log.
FS: i think
FS: i should stop talking to you now
RA: yeah, maybe.
FS: because you are going to get me killed
RA: that is a pos-ibility.
FS: so i am going to go and try not to die now
FS: you can go back to your troll business
RA: okay.
-- facelessSchemer [FS] ceased pestering rapturousAutonomy [RA] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Fri Jun 24, 2011 5:18 pm
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering rapturousAutonomy [RA] at 22:05 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Virrcen, arre you all rright?
RA: yeah, i'm fine.
RA: something wrong?
HH: I'm on my way back to the lab rright now.
HH: Yes.
HH: Forraii's gone mad.
RA: what?
HH: He's trrying to doom the humans' session.
RA: yo-'re joking
HH: If only.
HH: He's used his powerrs on them alrready.
HH: I'm hoping to stop him frrom furrtherr meddling.
RA: his powers reach acros- ses-ions?
HH: Yes.
RA: that's not go-d.
HH: No, it isn't.
HH: Please, don't confrront him.
RA: i'm already in the lab, i'l- try
HH: I'll handle it when I get therre.
RA: why?
HH: Virrcen, if he attacks you, he's going to know yourr caste.
HH: Eitherr because of yourr rresistance orr thrrough actually drrawing blood.
RA: yo- make it sound like i'd give him a chance to try something.
HH: He'll be prreparred.
HH: And I'm still hoping I can convince him to stop on his own.
RA: what do yo- have plan-ed?
HH: I'm going to talk to him.
HH: Please, just wait until I get therre. I won't be long.
RA: do yo- w& me to come with?
HH: Glenys alrready told me she would.
RA: this is one downside to being anonymous.
HH: I figurred you'd say that.
HH: I'll talk to you when I arrrrive.
RA: alright, i'l- wait near the entrance for yo-.
HH: I'd appreciate it if you'd warn the Scribe for me.
- Spoiler:
- HH: I'm herre.
RA: hey.
HH: I assume he's in his usual rroom.
RA: are yo- sure yo- don't w& me to come with?
HH: Yes, Virrcen.
RA: alright.
HH: I don't want it to turrn into a fight.
RA: what has he done so far?
HH: I don't know the full extent.
HH: He has trried to convince the Knight and the Scrribe to kill each otherr.
RA: The scribe?
HH: Yes.
RA: i had no idea.
HH: I don't even know if he's kept to linearr trrolling.
RA: i sup-ose that's one way to get around my notice.
HH: Mhm.
HH: ...Virrcen?
HH: If he doesn't agrree to stop, what do you think we should do?
RA: there's not much of a choice if it comes down to it.
HH: I...
RA: he'l- be to- dangerous if we leave him alone, & even bound he has was to harm us.
HH: I don't think I can brring myself to do it.
RA: it won't be yo-r job.
RA: Glenys wil- be there.
HH: I know...
HH: It's just...
RA: Sigrun, yo-'l- have to ste-l yo-rself.
HH: It feels wrrong.
RA: i know.
RA: i wouldn't w& to do it either.
HH: I know he has to be stopped. Forr everryone's sake.
RA: but it's his life or ours.
HH: I know that he needs to be punished.
HH: But I can't justify this.
RA: hopeful-y that choice won't ne-d to be made, but yo- must be resolved.
RA: Sigrun.
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] hugs Sigrun --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] hugs back --
HH: I'm just worrrried.
HH: I'll have to show rrestrraint.
RA: i underst&
HH: I don't want to kill him, and I might end up doing so if I don't hold back.
HH: But if I don't use my full strrength, therre is the chance that he could overrpowerr me...
RA: my main wor-y is if he tries to manipulate yo-.
HH: I don't think he can.
HH: I've neverr been parrticularrly susceptible to psychic attacks.
RA: Sigrun, yo-'re resist& but not im-une, remember that.
RA: the only reason i'm not against yo- going at al- is because Glenys wil- be there as backup.
RA: that is why i am tel-ing yo- to show yo-r resolve.
RA: give him a crack & that's al- he ne-ds, especial-y if he's going for the kil-.
HH: I know.
RA: Listen...
RA: if anything hap-ens, send me a mes-age.
HH: I will.
HH: I'm just having a harrd time believing any of this is actually happening...
HH: I neverr thought any of us would do such a thing, least of all Forraii...
RA: it's a shock, & a hor-ible situation.
RA: Forai- is perhaps the gentlest of us al-, but that's what makes his power so dangerous right now.
RA: was, i sup-ose is the case now.
HH: Unforrtunately.
RA: but he's built up this image of being completely docile, why would any of us w& to harm him?
HH: We have to.
RA: exactly.
RA: if it comes to that.
RA: where is Glenys right now?
HH: I assumed in the lab.
RA: i must have overlo-ked her.
HH: Morre likely, you werre ignorring herr. ~^_^~
RA: yeah.
RA: right, of course.
HH: I'm glad you came out herre.
RA: i couldn't just sit around & do nothing.
HH: I don't want Glenys to know how much this scarres me.
RA: yo-'re... scared?
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] nods --
HH: This is a no-win situation.
HH: Eitherr I assault my frriend, orr he kills us all.
HH: And, well...
RA: yo- have to hope yo- can reason with him.
HH: Quite frrankly, all he has to do is fall on Glenys.
HH: Therre arre so few of us left. I can't rreally handle the idea of cutting ourr numberr furrtherr.
HH: And...I know therre is a chance I might not come back.
HH: Slim, but a chance.
RA: Sigrun, if yo- don't w& to go i can instead.
RA: anonimity be damned.
HH: I have to, Virrcen.
RA: then let me come with yo-.
HH: I can't ask that of you.
HH: I have neverr fearred death. Not my own.
HH: But I can't rrisk losing you.
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] kisses Sigrun --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] returns it --
HH: I love you, Virrcen.
RA: I love yo- to-, Sigrun.
RA: that is why i w& to come with, because i to- don't w& to risk losing yo-.
RA: my ideals only mean so much, but what meaning to them is there if they cost me everything i care for?
HH: You'd stop hiding forr me?
RA: of course.
RA: if i couldn't do that, it would mean my caste mat-ers more to me than yo- do.
RA: & that just isn't the case.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] hugs Vircen tight --
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] returns the hug --
RA: this isn't the time for me to be stub-orn.
HH: You'rre cerrtain?
RA: yes.
RA: Sigrun, i am coming with yo-.
RA: & after this, no mat-er the result, everyone wil- know.
HH: ...
HH: Thank you.
RA: there's no reason to thank me, this is how it should have be-n long ago.
HH: Virrcen...
HH: What have I said about denying grratitude?
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] kisses him --
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] returns the kiss --
RA: i'm sor-y, i'm let-ing this af-ect me to much.
HH: Should I be offended at that?
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] smirks --
RA: i dun-o.
HH: I rratherr thought affecting you was the point of that.
RA: & af-ect me it did.
HH: Good.
RA: i gues- we should get this over with.
HH: You follow yourr own advice, too.
HH: If he can affect me, you arre vulnerrable as well.
RA: i'm fe-ling pret-y confident that things wil- turn out for the best.
HH: They have to.
RA: if yo-'re by my side, i don't think i have anything to wor-y about.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] links her arm in his --
HH: Then therre I'll be.
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] smiles --
RA: let's find Glenys.
HH: Let's.
-- rapturousAutonomy [RA] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 00:02 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Wed Jun 29, 2011 9:28 pm
Matt: Release your anger
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
-- sereneFlorist [SF] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
- Spoiler:
- SF: Hello, Dark One
FS: ~What do you want?
FS: ~I'm really not in the mood right now
SF: I have been watching yoor movementz
SF: Yoo have caoozed a great deal of trooble for everyone
FS: ~Tell me about it
SF: Very well
SF: Yoo have been dezieved by yoor Denizen, yoo commited heinooz actz againzt the conzortz
SF: Yoo are a threat to life
FS: ~No, you weren't supposed to
FS: ~Never mind
FS: ~Hang on, haven't we spoken before?
SF: I do not think zo
SF: I have never zpoken to yoo before thiz
SF: Thoogh I can troll yoo at any point in yoor timeline, I chooz not to
SF: Yoo zee, time for me iz like a river
SF: It alwayz flowz forward in zooch a peazefool and zoothing way
SF: Az little creatoorez come to frolick in itz waterz
FS: ~That's nice and all, but get to the point here
FS: ~What do you want with me right now?
SF: Oh, yez
SF: I have come to admonizh yoo aboot yoor failoorez
FS: ~Yes yes yes, I know!
FS: ~I screwed up, okay?
FS: ~I made everything infinitely worse and now my best friend is on a rampage and left me to bleed to death
FS: ~I get it
SF: Then zhall I tell yoo how to improve yoor zitooation?
FS: ~You're not going to leave me alone until you do, are you?
FS: ~Fine, fire away
SF: Well, all yoo have to do iz
SF: Kill yoor friend
FS: ~Is this a joke?
SF: No, yoor friend, the Mad One, iz joozt az deztrooctive and dangerooz az yoo are
SF: Zhe iz alzo a threat to life
FS: ~Mad One, I'll have to remember that
FS: ~It describes her pretty well
SF: Indeed
FS: ~But I'm going to have to decline
FS: ~I don't intend to kill her
SF: Boot yoo have no choize
SF: Yoo moozt ztop her
FS: ~I will stop her
FS: ~But I will not kill her
SF: Even after how zhe'z treated yoo?
SF: Zhe'z hoort yoo greatly, I can zee thiz
SF: Yoor body iz broken and bloody
SF: Zoorely yoo moozt feel zome anger towardz her
FS: ~I
FS: ~No, it's my fault
SF: Yoo hate her
SF: Yoo dezpize everything zhe iz
SF: Yoor body iz boorning
SF: Don't thoze woondz hoort?
SF: Everything zhe haz done to yoo
FS: ~Stop that!
SF: Yoo can't forgive her
SF: Kill her
FS: shut up
FS: stop getting in my head
FS: she's not like that
FS: she
FS: she never respects me
FS: she's always so damn rebellious and never listens to what anyone tells her
SF: Yez
FS: she's uncontrollable
FS: she's destructive
FS: and
FS: and
SF: And what?
FS: that's why i like her so much
SF: Ye
SF: Wait what?
FS: she was always so fun
SF: No
SF: No no no, that'z not right
SF: Yoo want to kill her
FS: she always sent me these really cool pictures
SF: Yoo're zoopozzed to hate her
FS: i never hated her
FS: but
FS: i bet she thinks that
FS: i've been so horrible to her
FS: i don't think she'll ever forgive me
SF: I do not oonderztand thiz
SF: I gave yoo anger
SF: Why did it not work like I intended?
FS: ~Damn it, you
FS: ~What the hell is your deal?
FS: ~What did you do to my head?
SF: I am throogh here
SF: I moozt rethink my ztrategy
-- sereneFlorist [SF] ceased pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
FS: ~Lousy stupid trolls
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Fri Jul 01, 2011 11:19 pm
Pretty dresses log~
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 20:02 --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 20:02 --
- Spoiler:
- MT: Hey.
HH: hey.
MT: So about the thing with the flowers and dresses and that...
HH: yeah.
HH: come on in.
MT: Are you in the middle of anything right now?
HH: nah
MT: Alright, cool. I thought I'd drop by, since I'm in the neighbourhood.
HH: suits me fine.
MT: Awesome.
MT: So, what would you want to start with?
HH: hm
HH: well
HH: if you'd like, i can set up your bouquet while you poke through sis's cupboard
HH: she's got a lot more in the way of dresses than i do
MT: Set up my bouquet?
HH: the one you wanted to make for shea?
MT: Not what I meant.
MT: I don't think I really told you what I wanted for her, more precisely...
HH: ah
HH: hm
MT: 'Cause I was thinking that it would be nice, if...
HH: hm?
MT: Here, give me a minute...
-- mercilessTango [MT] starts digging around in pockets --
MT: Come on, where are you...
MT: Aha!
-- mercilessTango [MT] brings out a piece of paper covered with notes and scribbles --
MT: Okay, so, um.
HH: is that a pony?
MT: Hm?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] points to the paper --
HH: i can't make out what some of these are meant to be
MT: ...Are you blind.
MT: That's a pegasus.
HH: ...
MT: Look, totally not the point.
HH: i am not helping you alchemize a pegasus for your girlfriend
MT: Well then what about two?
HH: what.
MT: Two pegasi. One for me and my girlfriend, and one for you and your boyfriend.
HH: ...
MT: Since only one person can hold the reins, it's a wonderful excuse to have your hands all over each other in public where no one's the wiser.
HH: how would we even make one
MT: So then you'd need to get Evan into shape so you could fondle his abs, clearly.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns red --
HH: so dresses then
MT: ...What, no pegasus? Awwww.
MT: Anyways.
MT: It's just that, for the boquet, I jotted some things down that I'd want to be in it. And stuff I'm unsure about.
HH: ah
MT: 'Cause I did want that white camellia, and lavender, so I was thinking I'd do something with white and cool colours.
HH: ok
HH: guess you would want a few forget-me-nots, then
MT: And then just, uh, have a red rose in there, in the center.
MT: Um, yeah.
HH: that sounds nice
MT: Heh.
HH: well, that sounds easy enough
MT: And, um, what about the ivy in there? I still don't really get how that works.
MT: And what colours were dahlias and honeysuckle, again?
HH: i'm not too sure, either, but we can figure it out
HH: dahlias vary, and honeysuckle is yellow
HH: you can get purple dahlias
MT: Alright, that sounds good.
MT: Ummmm
MT: Hrm...
MT: What about
MT: I dunno, what does a lotus mean? Those are pretty, and I think it wouldn't be too extravagant on its own...
HH: ...estranged love
HH: forgetfulness
MT: ...oh.
MT: Okay
MT: So
MT: Not that.
HH: not the right message, no
-- mercilessTango [MT] turns red --
MT: I'll just, uh
MT: Leave the getting-of-ideas to you, for this.
HH: i think we've got enough - camellias, forget-me-nots, ivy, a rose, some dahlias
MT: Yeah, I guess anything more, and it could be too busy.
HH: so i can get to work alchemizing up the flowers that aren't in the garden, and you can start looking through sis's dresses
MT: Well what about what's not in the garden? Would you need me to generate the codes, or...?
HH: i can manage it =)
MT: Alright. So where were those dresses, now?
HH: her room's across the hall from mine
MT: You don't want to use any of yours, though?
HH: i don't have a lot
MT: Doesn't mean they're not nice ones you can use for you.
HH: and mine are, gotta be honest, more on the cute side of things than what you're looking for, i think
MT: Cute?
HH: yeah
HH: you'll know what i mean if you see them
MT: You won't show me?
HH: i can if you really want me to...
MT: Yes! I think you should wear them to show me, too!
HH: ...
-- mercilessTango [MT] grins evilly --
HH: i hate these dresses...
MT: Well what's wrong with 'em?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs and leads Joan down the hall --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shows Joan the dresses --
HH: ribbons and laces
HH: why.
MT: Hmmm
-- mercilessTango [MT] takes one and holds it out in front of her --
MT: I see why you might dislike these.
-- mercilessTango [MT] holds the dress between her and Eris --
MT: But you -would- look downright adorable in 'em.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] glares at the dress --
HH: i think cess thought i was ten
MT: Pigtails.
HH: what?
MT: That's what you're missing.
HH: ....what
MT: Get rid of that darned braid and put your hair in pigtails.
MT: Then wear this.
HH: ......
HH: no.
MT: You're pronouncing "yes" wrong.
HH: i don't have to help you, you know
MT: No, but you will anyways.
MT: Come on I don't see what's so bad about these.
HH: they look like they should belong to a six year old
MT: This one isn't even as cutesy as Kaylee's layer cake.
HH: barely
MT: Kaylee's a fully functioning adult, last I checked.
HH: not the point...
HH: see, nothing you can use out of mine
-- mercilessTango [MT] raises an eyebrow --
HH: what?
MT: Just 'cause it's not what I had in mind, doesn't mean it can't eventually be put to use for someone else's dress-up.
HH: ...
MT: Yes?
HH: why on earth would you want these?
MT: They look like fun to undo.
HH: ...why don't you just go look through sis's stuff while i make your flowers
MT: Anything I should look out for for you?
HH: something without too many frills
MT: Haha, got it
HH: and done
MT: Alright, I got a few things together.
HH: let's see
MT: Okay, so, I got the code for a dress of yours but I don't think you want to use that.
HH: i thought we were making one for you?
MT: You didn't want to make one for you, too?
MT: Alright then.
HH: oh
HH: um
HH: i'm not really sure what i'd make for me
MT: WELL.
MT: I can help inspire you.
HH: how about yours first, since you've already got an idea?
MT: Alright, well, I found this one...
HH: hm
-- mercilessTango [MT] pulls out a dark dress --
HH: why am i not entirely surprised you went for the little black dress?
MT: Hey, I didn't get all of 'em like this.
MT: This one's just simple and elegant.
MT: Also
MT: Not black.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] squints --
HH: fine
MT: If you look closely, it's just a little blue, see?
HH: little navy dress
MT: Anyways I was wondering if this was your thing?
MT: It's not frilly, after all.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes the dress --
HH: /knee-length red halter, sort of flowy skirt
HH: um
HH: isn't this a little
HH: well
MT: Yes?
HH: you know...
MT: Go on, hon.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] flushes --
MT: A little... what?
HH: nothing
MT: No, no, I'm interested.
HH: you really think i'd look good in this?
MT: I think you could pull it off if you tweaked it a bit.
HH: tweaked how?
MT: Well for one thing, red isn't a good colour for you.
HH: oh?
MT: You'll desaturate it with how red you get.
HH: ...
HH: i don't blush that often!
MT: Also we have to make it fit you.
MT: Also, you blush often enough for it to be problemativ
HH: what colour, then?
MT: Hmmm
MT: Well...
MT: Let's go with something that isn't too saturated. A lot of saturation is trickier to work with, I find.
HH: okay
MT: So... You can't go wrong with really dark colours. Plus the contrast will mean less attention will be paid to the dress itself.
HH: so what would you suggest?
MT: Well if you're going with dark, then it's just a subtle difference between hues.
MT: I generally prefer cool colours for this but warm colours can work equally well. Neutral colours don't often work as something that nice, dark, but different strokes, right?
HH: i have absolutely no idea
MT: Well
MT: What are you going to want to communicate with it?
HH: i dunno
MT: Gee, you're such a help.
HH: joan, this thing doesn't have a back
MT: ...So?
HH: so i can't wear a bra with it
MT: I repeat.
MT: So?
HH: um
HH: i
HH: but
-- mercilessTango [MT] crosses her arms --
HH: i can't wear this
MT: I fail to see the problem.
MT: It's not like this wasn't designed with girls in mind. The designers -knew- that girls wouldn't necessarily be wearing a bra with it.
MT: It's a thing that tends to happen.
HH: i've never worn anything like this
MT: Yeah but do it anyways and you'll knock 'em dead.
MT: ...Unless you have like, gross back growths or something.
HH: well, the dead thing already happened, so i'd kinda like to av
HH: wha
HH: how
HH: why would
HH: where did that come from
MT: Why else would you just be making useless excuses about not wearing a backless dress?
HH: because i've never worn anything that showed that much skin
MT: Also we gotta make sure you've got the legs to pull off the 'not fully covered legs' thing.
MT: So come on, let's get this cleared up right now.
MT: Take off your pants for me, Eris. :D
HH: what?!
HH: no!
MT: Well how else am I gonna see them fine legs of yours?
HH: what the hell?
HH: you'd clearly see a lot more than legs!
MT: I
MT: What?
HH: ...
HH: pants
MT: Eris if you're thinking of going bottomless for me
MT: No.
HH: doesn't mean what it does in the uk
MT: That's for Evan.
HH: does it
HH: ...
HH: oh
HH: you meant trousers
HH: ...still no
MT: What if I meant pantalones.
HH: those are trousers
MT: But they're -spanish- trousers.
HH: i don't own those, so i can't take them off
MT: So you're going without? Excellent.
HH: uh
HH: wha
MT: Okay just
MT: If you're going to be a baby about it, just hike them up above your knee, jeez.
HH: i want to say i'm going to go home now, but i'm already there
HH: ...fine
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] rolls up her trouser leg --
HH: please stop watching me like that
HH: it's
HH: kinda creepy
-- mercilessTango [MT] puts on her best lecherous grin --
HH: ...
HH: get out
MT: Okay, but Joans Beta through Omega are good, right?
HH: no
MT: Man, you really have a problem.
HH: yes, it's called a sister
MT: It's pronounced "yes," how do you get that wrong so often.
MT: Enh.
MT: You'll make do.
MT: With what you've got in the below-the-knees department.
HH: why are you staring at my legs, exactly?
MT: I'm evaluating them.
-- mercilessTango [MT] shrugs --
HH: why?
MT: Why what>
HH: why evaluate?
MT: Because if your legs are terrible we can't really have you go running around with them exposed now can we. On the other hand, if they're drop-dead gorgeous, we want to show 'em off as much as possible.
HH: um
HH: okay?
HH: but you really think i'd look decent in this?
MT: Oh, at least.
HH: i guess i can at least try it on
MT: And I'm sure Evan will be even less critical than I. Definitely less so than you.
HH: maybe
MT: Maybe?
HH: mhm
MT: What makes you think he'll be more critical than either of us, hmmm?
HH: i dunno
MT: Trust me. He'll be less critical
HH: if you say so
HH: mind showing me how to adjust the alchemiter?
MT: It's kind of
MT: Um
MT: wait
MT: We don't
MT: Let's get the colour down first.
HH: okay
HH: you said no red
HH: what's your idea?
MT: Well the red was kind of a joke, but...
MT: Purple maybe? A dark, warm purple.
MT: Purple's always a pretty colour to worth with, not to mention it's one of indulgence and luxury.
HH: maybe
MT: And warm purples have energy.
MT: So?
MT: You want to try for that, or...?
HH: sure
MT: Okay so basically, we have to set this up so that you get a dress shaped like that, but of a different colour, and made to fit you.
HH: right
HH: i have no idea how to do that
MT: Ummm
MT: Yeah, it might be a bit of a problem.
MT: We'll figure it out
MT: At one point
MT: Now.
HH: ok
MT: Will you be a little less difficult if I'm asking for an outside opinion?
MT: For things for me/
HH: i don't know anything about fashion =/
MT: It's one thing to know fashion, it's another to figure out if you think something is pretty or not.
HH: if you say so
MT: I was thinking
MT: That
-- mercilessTango [MT] pulls a couple dresses out of her stack --
MT: I could make something like...
MT: This one...
-- mercilessTango [MT] holds up a strapless chiffon dress --
MT: But then combine it with this one that you saw earlier
HH: i dunno, it seems awfully short
HH: oh
HH: that might work better
-- mercilessTango [MT] gestures to the other one she's holding, the NAVY dress --
HH: that seems like it'd work
MT: Yeah, 'cause then if I have the strapless part with the nice sort of wavy bottom
HH: still don't have any gloves
MT: I could make gloves that go far up my arm without them seeming too out of place
MT: Also
MT: I was thinking of having it in a sort of burgandy colour.
MT: Your thoughts?
HH: i think it'd look nice
MT: ...
MT: Um
MT: Anything else?
HH: like what?
MT: Like... comments that sound a little less like generic responses?
HH: so you don't think it would look nice?
MT: I wouldn't have planned it out if I thought it looked anything less than nice.
HH: then go for it
MT: The thing is that I wanted to know what you think of the combination.
HH: i don't know unless i see it
MT: Alright alright
MT: Well, shall we?
HH: after you
MT: No, I insist.
MT: Ladies first.
HH: is there something you're not telling me?
MT: I was only implying that you're clearly a lady. I'm not ladylike enough to qualify, ofviously.
HH: uh huh
MT: Here, look, do you want me to clear that suspicion away?
HH: just show me how to make the dress
MT: Okay, give me a minute, I have a code that might help
HH: okay
MT: Um
MT: Would it be possible if
MT: You could
MT: Um
MT: let me do my thing in private
HH: not a chance
MT: Why's that?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smirks --
-- mercilessTango [MT] shrugs --
MT: Suit yourself
MT: Of course
MT: The Manners Modus doesn't take kindly to not paying full attention to it when you're asking for something.
HH: i'll be certain to distract you
MT: So kindly go in a corner where you won't fuck up the process of making your dress wearable.
HH: are you being rude in front of your modus?
MT: It's justified.
HH: won't it be irritated?
MT: It doesn't like patronizing folk.
HH: mhm
MT: Alright then. I'll concede.
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets up and moves a bit away from Eris, and starts murmuring quietly to her modus --
HH: now call it your precious
MT: Well, it IS rather dear to me, yes.
HH: should i tell shea?
HH: she might be jealous
MT: Nah, we're all chill with each other.
HH: mhm
MT: // skip ahead a few minutes
MT: Excellent!
MT: Thank you ever so much.
HH: she said to herself
MT: You're positively wonderful. <3
MT: Now then!
MT: Let us indulge in these fine gifts.
MT: First things first
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets out a card and flips it over --
MT: You ready for this, Eris?
HH: i suppose
-- mercilessTango [MT] alchemizes! (Some lovely lingerie was alchemized.) --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] just stares --
MT: What do you think of it?
MT: Isn't it nice?
MT: ...Um
MT: Eris?
-- mercilessTango [MT] waves her hand in front of Eris's face --
MT: Yo\
MT: Anybody home?
HH: why would you make that
MT: Oh good you're alive.
MT: I would have had to go up to trying a wet willy if you didn't respond.
HH: why
MT: It would get your attention if you're still conscious.
HH: why was this a good idea
HH: why was this even an idea
MT: Well you were kind of zoning out on me!
HH: you are banned from my alchemiter
HH: forever
MT: What, you don't like it?
HH: why is it a thing
HH: why is it a thing on my floor
MT: Okay first of all
MT: It's a thing because I designed then alchemized it.
MT: Secondly
MT: It's on the alchemiter because I alchemized it.
HH: well unalchemize it
MT: ...Why?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] glares --
-- mercilessTango [MT] frowns at Eris and crosses her arms --
MT: What's with you.
HH: why did i agree to this
MT: Because I'm going to make you a pretty dress.
HH: that
HH: is not a pretty dress
MT: No it is not.
MT: It is pretty lingerie.
HH: i don't want pretty lingerie!
-- mercilessTango [MT] sighs and rolls her eyes --
MT: Not everything is about YOU, Eris.
MT: That's for me.
HH: then captchalogue it and make it go away
MT: If you say so.
-- mercilessTango [MT] captchalogues the lingerie --
MT: Shall we get on with it then>
HH: that would be acceptable
MT: Alright
-- mercilessTango [MT] alchemizes some lacy black lingerie trimmed with red --
MT: THAT'S yours.
HH: ...
HH: why
MT: 'Cause.
MT: The red was something I added on the go, actually. That was because of your blushing.
HH: ...i hate you
HH: so much
MT: It kind of matches, you see.
MT: Oh, are you into that alien romance thing now?
HH: no
MT: I dunno, I think I see spades in your eyes.
HH: you're going to see spades in your vital organs
MT: Oh come on, I'm just looking out for my baby sis.
HH: ...i am not your baby sis
MT: Well you're certainly being a big baby about this.
HH: just help me with the dress
MT: Hmmmm
MT: What if I say no because you've been mean to me?
HH: then i tell your modus
HH: and shea
HH: that you're being an arse
MT: Well my modus knows you're treating what it's so lovingly made for the both of us like eye poison.
MT: And as for Shea
MT: I amde what I -just- did for a reason you know.
HH: yes
HH: the reason is that you hate me
MT: don't you remember that I said not everything's about you?
HH: i know
MT: I made mine for Shea and I.
MT: Sheesh.
HH: whatever
-- mercilessTango [MT] shrugs --
MT: Mind doing something with your lingerie that's just sitting there?
HH: i'm not touching it
MT: You are a terrible hostess!
HH: i didn't invite you; you just showed up!
MT: You gave me an invitation that could be redeemed whenever I wanted.
MT: Whatevs, man.
-- mercilessTango [MT] tosses the lingerie onto the floor near Eris --
-- mercilessTango [MT] gets to alchemizing properly now --
-- mercilessTango [MT] holds up the completed dress for Eris --
HH: thank you
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] captchalogues it --
MT: Good enough for you, sweetheart?
HH: yes
HH: thanks
MT: alright.
-- mercilessTango [MT] makes her own dress, along with a pair of gloves to match --
MT: Perfect! :D
MT: Now
MT: You should try on your dress.
HH: oh
HH: um
HH: right
MT: Right.
MT: So...?
HH: you first
MT: Awww, but I'm all pumped to make my finest cat-calls.
HH: no need for that...
MT: 'Course there is a need.
HH: no, not really
MT: Wolf-whistling?
HH: no
MT: Okay, then I'll just make sure that everyone who's hitting on you when you're in your rockin' dress does it with subtlty.
HH: ...
MT: Look just try it on alright.
HH: ...only if you promise not to make fun of me
MT: Of course I won't.
MT: However, you might misinterpret.
HH: that's as good as i'm gonna get, i guess
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] switches outfits --
MT: ...oh
MT: oh man
HH: what?
HH: it looks horrible, doesn't it
MT: Eris, if you weren't in a relationship and also my sister, I'd be swooning right now.
HH: i told you not to make fun of me
MT: Eris that was all based on more than a nugget of truth.
MT: You look great in that.
HH: really?
MT: ...No. Not really.
MT: You see
HH: ...oh
MT: We really need to do something about your hair.
MT: THEN
MT: You'll look great.
HH: oh.
HH: ..what's wrong with my hair?
MT: It's in a braid.
HH: so?
HH: braids are elegant and classy
MT: And also your casual way so we're all desensitized.
HH: okay, so i'll just undo it
MT: Come on, Eris, you need energy in your hair to match the pattern.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] undoes the braid and finger combs her hair --
HH: better?
-- mercilessTango [MT] facepalms --
HH: what?
MT: Have youever looked in a mirror after undoing your hair
HH: no
MT: Well that explains it.
HH: i usually only undo it for bed and showers
MT: You know, it's already a little wavy because you always have a braid
MT: So let's go the whole nine yards
HH: um
HH: what
MT: I think you'll look fantastic with ringlets!
HH: ...what.
MT: Something wrong with that?
HH: why ringlets?
MT: Because they're pretty and awesome.
MT: Nuff said.
HH: ...right
HH: how about you put your dress on before we discuss my hair
MT: Man, aren't you eager about getting me out of my clothes.
HH: ...
HH: spread the embarrassment
-- mercilessTango [MT] shrugs --
-- mercilessTango [MT] switches into her outfit --
MT: WELL.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] shrugs --
MT: It's not uncomfortable
MT: That's a plus.
HH: not bad
MT: Yeah, I know, right?
MT: We're not quite ready to hit the town yet, though.
HH: why?
MT: ...
HH: you look fine
MT: Do you have like no memory.
MT: I said we.
HH: oh
MT: Were you planning on doing anything after this?
HH: i figured evan would drop by, but that's about it
MT: That's perfect.
MT: You.
MT: Me.
MT: Hair.
MT: Now.
HH: ...can't i just brush it out and be done?
MT: Nooooooo
MT: Come on
MT: Let me do your hair.
MT: Then you can do mine?
MT: FEMENINE BONDING.
HH: why would hair doing be an incentive
MT: What if I offer negative incentives instead.
HH: i have no idea what that means
MT: Like "I'll sit on you again," or "I'll give Evan ideas."
HH: you won't sit on me
HH: it'll wrinkle the dress
HH: and make it difficult to do my hair
MT: Oh, thanks.
MT: You're going to make my threat more effective.
HH: what?
MT: Extra stable-timeloop-Joans
HH: ...no
HH: one of you in my house is enough
MT: Well if you start being difficult, I WILL bring in reinforcements from the future.
HH: ...fine you can do my hair
HH: i guess
MT: Yay! :D
HH: =/
MT: Will you do mine?
HH: sure
MT: Yesssssss
MT: Okay let's get started, then! Yours first!
HH: yay?
HH: joan, hold still
MT: Yes'm.
-- mercilessTango [MT] fidgits a little --
HH: you made me sit perfectly still
HH: you can do the same
MT: But it's so exciting.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] accidentally-on-purpose pulls Joan's hair --
HH: oops
HH: if only you were holding still
-- mercilessTango [MT] accidentally on purpose jerks and elbows Eris --
MT: ow
HH: ow!
petrifiedSeeker [PS] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
PS: ## ow? ##
MT: Man if only you hadn't pu--
HH: ...
MT: Hi?
HH: hi
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] stands in the doorway blinking, looking from one to the other --
HH: great
HH: you broke him
MT: Me?
MT: You're the one who's being slow.
HH: this was your genius plan
HH: you're not holding still!
MT: My genius plan didn't involve you messing up so much MY APOLOGIES.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] pokes Joan's head with a bobby pin --
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## there a party or somethin i missed? ##
HH: no
HH: party implies fun
-- mercilessTango [MT] frowns --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] finishes Joan's hair --
HH: there
HH: you are free
MT: Not my fault you're a party pooper.
HH: so go
PS: ## *ut ##
PS: ## uh ##
PS: ## youre all ##
MT: Yes?
PS: ## yknow ##
PS: ## fancificated ##
HH: that's not a word
MT: What, feeling a little underdressed or something?
PS: ## uh ##
PS: ## hey youre dressed up too ##
PS: ## really what did i miss ##
MT: Well
HH: joan was bored
MT: You missed me being right here since you were...
MT: So I'm going to guess
MT: That you missed everything but Eris.
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## really whats the occasion ##
MT: Well I just wanted to do something nice for Shea, but Eris was completely down on joining in on the fun and so here we are.
HH: i seem to recall you just throwing a dress at me and saying try it on
MT: I recall you asking me to make that dress.
HH: i recall you giving me a migraine
-- mercilessTango [MT] rolls her eyes --
MT: Little sisters. Can't please them ever.
HH: i'm older than you
PS: ## heh... ##
MT: I dunno, Eris.
MT: How muHH time traveling have you done, hmmmm?
HH: only a younger sibling would stoop to cheating
PS: ## oh thats how it works ##
PS: ## matts definitely the older one then ##
MT: Whatever you say, armrest.
HH: i am not an armrest
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## what the fuck ##
MT: Whoa, what's with them swears, dude.
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gestures around the room --
PS: ## wheres the wreckin crew ##
MT: Ummm
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] points to Joan --
MT: Hey
MT: What the hell, man.
HH: it was you.
MT: It's not my fault you don't pick up after yourself.
HH: i didn't make the mess!
MT: The only stuff -I- moved were the dresses that are in a neat pile on the table.
HH: and the other nonsense you made
MT: That was a heartfelt gift from me to you!
HH: i don't want it!
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] starts poking through the stuff --
MT: Yuh-huh, sure.
MT: I'm sure Evan would.
PS: ## whoa um hey joan you uh left some of your personals here ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns bright red --
MT: Nope.
MT: That's the gift that Eris so rudely discarded.
HH: i told you i don't want them
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] freezes --
MT: Now see, Evan, wouldn't that look nice on Eris?
HH: joan shut up
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] : Evan is not here right now, please leave a messages after the beep --
MT: ...
MT: I'm not hearing a no~
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] goes redder and buries her face in her hands --
PS: ## uhhhhh ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] also reddens --
MT: Oh thank god he's still alive.
MT: And has enough blood in his head to make noises.
PS: ## uh ##
PS: ## this is pro*a*ly gonna sound like a really weird question ##
MT: Shoot.
PS: ## *ut shouldnt you *e givin your girlfriend the fancy underthins ##
PS: ## and not mine? ##
MT: It's a heartfelt gift to the both of you for the both you, since I can bet that you'll appreciate it but be too awkward to ever consider mentioning it for a good long while.
MT: Besides, I made one for us, too.
PS: ## yeah not surprisin ##
PS: ## so really why all the fancy dressup? ##
MT: Like I said before, I wanted to surprise Shea.
MT: Eris said she's help me out with a couple things.
HH: i thought you'd like it...
MT: So I helped her with a thing or two.
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## damn ##
PS: ## feel like the janitor at the ritz or somethin right now ##
MT: These aren't -that- fancy... There's definitely a lot more room for improvement in fanciness quality...
HH: well, you can make something else if you want
PS: ## no no ##
PS: ## i mean ##
PS: ## uh ##
MT: Hey, Eris, just 'cause somethin' ain't fancy, doesn't mean it ain't purdy.
HH: i know
PS: ## ... ##
HH: i don't mean you have to
HH: i just don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything
PS: ## you just ##
PS: ## wow ##
MT: Pssst, hey Eris
HH: hm?
MT: I think he likes it.
HH: heh...
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## yeah, i do ##
PS: ## its really ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] gestures at Eris while fumbling for words --
MT: See, Eris? It's really "you."
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns a little pink and smiles --
PS: ## um ##
PS: ## hey joan? ##
PS: ## youre uh all done here right? ##
MT: Hey, you picked your jaw up off the floor?
MT: Alright, so, Eris, where did you put that boquet?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] retrieves it from her sylladex --
HH: there you go
MT: Many thanks.
MT: I think Shea's overdue for some surprisin' now! We can't let you two get ahead of us!
MT: Enjoy yourselves~
MT: And my gift now, y'hear.
PS: ## uh... ##
PS: ## yeah *e careful out there and stuff ##
MT: Will do, loverboy!
HH: bye, joan
-- mercilessTango [MT] exits stage left --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sun Jul 03, 2011 7:49 pm
Evan and Eris: Xth Date?
- Spoiler:
- -- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] began pestering petrifiedSeeker [PS] at 23:33 --
HH: so
HH: um
PS: ♪♫ yeah... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ you ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im makin a fool of myself aint i? ♪♫
HH: nah
HH: you're not
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs Evan --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the hug --
PS: ♪♫ youre gorgeous ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] blushes --
HH: thanks
PS: ♪♫ um so really what was up with ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ uh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ all this stuff ♪♫
HH: not much
HH: joan wanted to surprise shea and offered to make me a dress
HH: so
HH: yeah
PS: ♪♫ heh... ♪♫
HH: glad you're here
PS: ♪♫ glad to â™e here ♪♫
HH: =)
HH: so
HH: um
HH: did you have anything in mind that you wanted to do?
PS: ♪♫ uh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not really ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i didnt quite think that far ahead ♪♫
HH: i figured i'd show you around lomag a bit
HH: just wasn't sure if you had anything in particular in mind
HH: like a picnic or anything
PS: ♪♫ yeah, a tour sounds nice ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ should proâ™aâ™ly get you outta that nice dress first tho ♪♫
HH: ...
PS: ♪♫ ... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ err ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um you know what i mean ♪♫
HH: heh
HH: after all the trouble i went through to get this, you want it gone
PS: ♪♫ well wait ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no not gone ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i just mean ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ if were goin out somewhere you just might wanna change outta the fancy clothes ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ ... ♪♫
HH: i know
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] switches back to her god tier outfit --
HH: better?
PS: ♪♫ well, â™etter for keepin the nice stuff in one piece ♪♫
HH: all right
HH: come on, then
HH: i saw a place earlier i bet you'll like
PS: ♪♫ i gotta make somethin to keep up with you guys ♪♫
HH: ok
HH: i can wait
PS: ♪♫ nah not now ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ were goin out gettin fancy stuff made would â™e a â™ad idea ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ specially since you just changed ♪♫
HH: i can change back
HH: i'd love to see you dressed up nice =)
PS: ♪♫ oh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ okay then :] ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] switches back to the dress --
HH: i love sylladexes
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so... uh... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ anythin you suggest usin as a â™ase? ♪♫
HH: um
HH: i don't know that i've really got much that would work
HH: i can see if cess's boyfriend left something here, but i kinda doubt it
PS: ♪♫ alright ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um i guess ill just look around out here ♪♫
HH: all right
PS: ♪♫ wheres your alchimeter? ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] points --
PS: ♪♫ oh heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i guess we can start with the oâ™vious ♪♫
HH: hm?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] holds up a Firefly DVD --
HH: heh
HH: you would
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] makes the SHINDIG SUIT --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smirks --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] changes --
PS: ♪♫ well? ♪♫
HH: you do realize i will never stop calling you captain tightpants now
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: i think it'll do for now
PS: ♪♫ mayâ™e sometime after this is over we can actually do somethin fancy ♪♫
HH: maybe
HH: come on
HH: i want to show you this
PS: ♪♫ ok ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes his hand --
HH: //a few minutes later
HH: i found a lake
PS: ♪♫ its not made of glass is it ♪♫
HH: no
HH: just water
HH: but the trees around it are
HH: and since the clouds cleared off when dullahan died, you can see the sky now
HH: no stars, though
PS: ♪♫ alr- ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ whoa ♪♫
HH: i know you'd mentioned you were into astronomy a few times
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] lands --
PS: ♪♫ wow ♪♫
HH: thought you'd like it
PS: ♪♫ its ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ weird ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ i mean its awesome ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ â™eautiful really ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ â™ut ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ alien ♪♫
HH: yeah
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sits in the grass --
HH: i dunno
HH: i never knew much about stars
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] sits next to her --
HH: just that a lot of them had neat names
HH: and that it's weird to not see them now
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ mostly old mythological stuff ♪♫
HH: mhm
PS: ♪♫ still ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ you could get a completely different sky just goin to the southern half of the world â™ack on earth ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ this is a completely different planet ♪♫
HH: true
PS: ♪♫ where are those stars anyway ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ didnt see any out there in the â™lack when i was sailin through ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ wonder how far out you can go ♪♫
HH: we could ask the trolls
HH: might get a little touchy about it
PS: ♪♫ mayâ™e ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] leans against him --
PS: ♪♫ wonder whatll happen on loqal like this ♪♫
HH: hm?
PS: ♪♫ you said the clouds went when dullahan died right? ♪♫
HH: yeah
PS: ♪♫ i gotta deal with eligor eventually ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ so ♪♫
HH: yeah
HH: i don't even have a guess on that
PS: ♪♫ guess well find out ♪♫
HH: evan
HH: promise me you'll be careful
HH: if eligor's anything like dullahan
HH: he'll go straight for a psychological advantage
PS: ♪♫ villain monologue huh ♪♫
HH: um
HH: no
HH: he
HH: had my head
PS: ♪♫ ... what? ♪♫
HH: and cess's
PS: ♪♫ wha ♪♫
HH: he didn't have a head of his own
HH: he used ones he collected instead
HH: from the dead
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] shudders --
HH: and
HH: dullahan couldn't attack me unless i showed emotional change
HH: the more intense, the clearer he could sense me
HH: if i hadn't reacted
HH: it would've been easy
HH: but
HH: i couldn't help it
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] puts an arm around her shoulders --
HH: me, i could handle
HH: cess...i couldn't
HH: sburb just lives to rub my nose in my screwups, doesn't it?
PS: ♪♫ it does that for all of us i think ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ â™reak everythin ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ force us to reâ™uild from the ruâ™â™le ♪♫
HH: i guess
HH: don't you let it break you
HH: you hear?
PS: ♪♫ yeah ♪♫
HH: good
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses Evan --
PS: ♪♫ you gonna â™e okay? ♪♫
HH: yeah
HH: have to be, don't i?
HH: i've done just about everything i'm supposed to here
HH: so i can't really think of anything else the game can come up with to ruin everything with
PS: ♪♫ i can guess â™ut ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ kinda dont wanna say it out loud is all ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no sense invitin more â™ad luck ♪♫
HH: yeah
HH: not like we'd need to face it alone, though
PS: ♪♫ thats it tho ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ â™ein alone ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ losin you ♪♫
HH: won't happen
HH: i actually leveled
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ im â™etter now, really ♪♫
HH: i would hope so
HH: can't get much worse than dead
PS: ♪♫ redead? ♪♫
HH: i will mash b
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: however, i do have one rather important question for you
PS: ♪♫ ok? ♪♫
HH: can you swim?
PS: ♪♫ yeah course i can ♪♫
HH: great
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] grabs his wrist and runs for the lake --
PS: ♪♫ whoa ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hey whoa just a sec ♪♫
HH: what?
PS: ♪♫ i mean im up for swimmin sure ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ â™ut we might wanna change into somethin less ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ err ♪♫
HH: i made a spare of mine. i've had a history of ruining my clothes in the past
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
HH: explosives have that effect
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ alright ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] changes into a normal outfit --
PS: ♪♫ ok where were we ♪♫
HH: if you're worried, you could always just take off the shirt and jacket
HH: oh
HH: or that
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sighs and switches into her god tier outfit --
HH: you are no fun
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] removes his shirt and jacket and tosses them on a rock --
HH: ...
PS: ♪♫ what ♪♫
HH: are you all right?
PS: ♪♫ yeah why? ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] runs a finger over a few scars --
HH: what happened?
PS: ♪♫ oh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ just ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ old stuff ♪♫
HH: oh
PS: ♪♫ mostly ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well i guess drakes to â™lame for a â™unch of it ♪♫
HH: ...how much is a bunch
PS: ♪♫ um ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ well ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ most of it i guess ♪♫
HH: =(
PS: ♪♫ yeah, it does look pretty â™ad dont it ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ it doesnt hurt or anythin ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ not now ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs him --
PS: ♪♫ eris? ♪♫
HH: hm?
PS: ♪♫ you okay? ♪♫
HH: yeah
HH: i'm fine
PS: ♪♫ :/ ♪♫
HH: what?
PS: ♪♫ you dont look fine ♪♫
HH: i just don't like seeing you hurt
PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ cmon ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ this isnt supposed to â™e a sad thing ♪♫
HH: yeah
HH: in fact
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] leans down and splashes Evan --
PS: ♪♫ ack ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ hey ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ no fair ♪♫
HH: what're you gonna do about it?
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] wades deeper into the lake --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] follows --
PS: ♪♫ this ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] punches the water in front of him and creates a huge splash right behind Eris --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] turns --
HH: what th
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] is pushed underwater by the tidal wave --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] dives under after her --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] swims up behind him and grabs his ankle --
PS: ♪♫ â™lâ™â™ ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] waves a hand at her, pushing her back toward the surface --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] gasps for air --
HH: no fair!
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] surfaces --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] splashes him --
PS: ♪♫ heh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ one turn for another heh ♪♫
HH: heh
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] swims closer --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] swims closer as well --
HH: still a sad thing?
PS: ♪♫ nah, i think were good ♪♫
HH: just good?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] pulls her close and kisses her --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] returns the kiss --
PS: ♪♫ there ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smiles and kisses him again --
PS: ♪♫ thanks, eris ♪♫
HH: you don't have to thank me
HH: but
HH: it might be a good idea to get out of the water
PS: ♪♫ oh? ♪♫
HH: it's a little chilly
PS: ♪♫ oh ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ heh... ♪♫
HH: what?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] takes her hand and leads her back to the shore --
HH: thanks
PS: ♪♫ welcome ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] picks his clothes back up --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sits on the ground --
PS: ♪♫ so... ♪♫
PS: ♪♫ um... ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] sits next to her --
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] rests her head on his shoulder --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] combs gently through her hair --
PS: ♪♫ so... what now? ♪♫
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] snores gently --
PS: ♪♫ ... ♪♫
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] picks her up carefully, holding her head against his shoulder --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] adjusts a setting on his boots then begins flying back to Eris's house --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Mon Jul 04, 2011 2:34 pm
- Spoiler:
- PS: ## hey ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] looks up --
PS: ## youre rested im guessin, whats with the shoutin? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sits next to him and wraps her arms around him --
HH: i was talking to shep
PS: ## wha ##
PS: ## hes alive? ##
HH: about the game and everything
HH: mhm
HH: well
HH: we knew that
HH: he's earth's guardian
PS: ## we did? ##
HH: yeah
HH: oh
PS: ## ... huh? ##
HH: did i not tell you?
HH: i could've sworn...
PS: ## nah think this is all new on me ##
HH: oh
HH: well
HH: he's the reason the trolls are stuck
HH: wouldn't let them leave the game when they beat it
PS: ## ... ##
HH: omniscient and powerful being
PS: ## and he gets his kicks from lockin kids in alternate dimensions ##
HH: i guess immortality gets boring
PS: ## i mean i knew the guy was a twisted gm *ut thats just a game ##
HH: i was trying to talk to him and see if he'd ease up on them
HH: but
HH: he
HH: sidetracked the conversation
HH: and
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] chokes up --
PS: ## hey... ##
PS: ## whats with that? ##
HH: he told me about god tier
HH: it's literal
PS: ## hes a *it *ehind the t- ##
HH: i'm essentially immortal
PS: ## wait huh? ##
PS: ## really? ##
PS: ## like ##
PS: ## you just cant die? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] sobs into his shoulder --
PS: ## like if i took a poker here and stuck it oh hey whoa hey ##
PS: ## wha ##
PS: ## hey whyre you cryin? ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] hugs him tight --
PS: ## hey ##
PS: ## cmere ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] puts his arms around her --
PS: ## alright cmon ##
PS: ## i got ya ##
PS: ## cmon i dont get it ##
HH: that's the problem
HH: you didn't get immortality
PS: ## cause i dont get it? ##
PS: ## yeah i know im a *it thick ##
HH: ...
PS: ## hence why im askin ##
HH: no
HH: you
HH: literally
HH: did not get immortality
PS: ## oh yeah ##
PS: ## well i knew that ##
PS: ## i got the opposite really ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] makes a slit-throat motion --
HH: ...
PS: ## sorry thats not funny ##
PS: ## ok ill stop tryin to make ya laugh and let ya explain ##
HH: i just did
PS: ## you just said i didnt get godmode ##
PS: ## thats nothin new ##
PS: ## we already went over the whole dreamself thing ##
HH: evan
HH: i'm immortal
HH: you're not
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## oh ##
PS: ## so when you said not gonna die ##
PS: ## you meant ##
PS: ## like ##
PS: ## ever ##
HH: well
HH: there's a loophole or two
HH: but
HH: yeah
PS: ## oh yeah loophole so you can get yourself killed ##
PS: ## theres a solution ##
PS: ## yeah no were not goin that route ##
HH: what're we going to do?
PS: ## hell i dunno ##
PS: ## me gettin to godmode is outta the question ##
PS: ## dammit may*e ##
PS: ## may*e i should ##
PS: ## just go ##
HH: no
PS: ## well what else am i supposed to do ##
HH: i'm sorry for falling asleep on you, no need for that
PS: ## god eris i cant put you through this ##
PS: ## ... ##
PS: ## heh ##
PS: ## heheheh ##
HH: what?
PS: ## oh god were messed up arent we ##
PS: ## we cant decide if were more worried a*out some freaky demon lady whose wantin to kill us all, or one of us livin forever while the other dusts to dust, or *ein em*arassed a*out fallin asleep in the middle of a date ##
HH: all of the above?
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] hugs her close --
PS: ## theres gotta *e somethin ##
PS: ## this game has tricks for everythin ##
PS: ## a zillion different ways you can do somethin ##
PS: ## theres gotta *e some way we can get around this ##
HH: evan...
PS: ## some different kinda godmode or a way to do it that dont require a dreamself separate ##
PS: ## we just havent found it yet ##
HH: shut up
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses him --
PS: ## ! ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the kiss --
HH: i love you
HH: and this doesn't change that
HH: we just
HH: need to make it count
PS: ## yeah ##
PS: ## love you too ##
PS: ## thats why im not givin up yet ##
PS: ## well find somethin ##
PS: ## hell the whole purpose of this damn thing is makin new worlds right? ##
PS: ## if they can do that ##
PS: ## well hell theres almost nothin we cant do i think ##
HH: i hope so
PS: ## just ##
PS: ## lets not even get started on the what ifs ##
PS: ## just not gonna even worry a*out that right now ##
HH: good
HH: but
HH: i still intend to make what time we have count
PS: ## yeah ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] kisses him again --
PS: ## well ##
PS: ## ! ##
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] returns the kiss and hugs her tightly --
HH: that is
HH: if you're okay with it
PS: ## you make it sound like there was a question ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] smiles --
HH: come along, then
PS: ## alright ##
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] takes his hand and leads him down the hall --
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] follows --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Tue Jul 05, 2011 9:56 am
Rick: Feelings jam
Oh no is Sigrun pale-two-timing Ly
-- antithesisLegionnaire [AL] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 00:48 --
Oh no is Sigrun pale-two-timing Ly
-- antithesisLegionnaire [AL] began pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 00:48 --
- Spoiler:
- AL: Okay, I'm going to need an explaination about what just happened.
AL: I mean, I was there, but what?
HH: Parrdon?
AL: Derse is gone.
HH: ~o_o~
AL: Jeanne destroyed it, and I was there.
HH: Arre you all rright?
AL: I don't know.
AL: I might not have survived?
HH: I don't mean yourr drream self.
AL: Either way I don't think sleeping will be very pleasent anymore.
AL: Oh.
AL: I'm not sure.
HH: Would you like to talk about it?
AL: I... I guess.
AL: I didn't know she was that much of a threat.
HH: ...RRick...she killed thrree rroyals. Two of which should have taken all six of you to defeat.
AL: I know.
AL: But it's one thing to hear what she's done, and another to actually experience it.
HH: That's fairr.
AL: experience doesn't lie.
AL: But I've been careless.
AL: Everyone told me she was dangerous and I didn't listen.
AL: But how was I supposed to know?
AL: I'm barely a part of the group anyway, how was I to know they weren't trying to get me to jump at shadows?
AL: Sigrun?
HH: Yes?
AL: ...I don't knwo what I'm expecting from you.
AL: But you're really the only one that seems to remember I exist?
HH: What do you mean?
AL: Well, no one really talks to me anymore.
HH: Why not?
AL: Eris spends all her time making out with Evan, Joan spends all her time with Shea, and even Matt ignored me to give his leadership over to Evan.
AL: I don't know.
AL: I tried to be a team player.
HH: But it didn't worrk the way you wanted?
AL: No.
HH: How so?
AL: I already outlined what happened.
HH: I suppose a betterr question is why?
HH: You say yourr frriends exclude you. Why?
AL: I don't know.
AL: I spent all that time making their presents, I tried to be civil with Eris...
AL: Then when they got into the game everyone just left me.
HH: Wait.
HH: Trried to be civil?
AL: I dropped the feud I had with her to make things go better for Matt.
HH: What feud?
AL: It's from when we played D&D.
AL: She thought she was so much better than me because I messed up on my first character.
AL: It just kinda went on from there.
HH: I see.
AL: So I guess when I ended that I ended any reason Eris had to talk to me.
AL: I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
AL: I mean, I knew she didn't like me, despite how little the game shoud have mattered.
HH: I'm not following.
AL: I think she took the feud more seriously than I did.
HH: Perrhaps.
AL: We got off on the wrong foot.
HH: ...Was she yourr kismesis?
AL: What is that again?
AL: It's hard to keep your aline stuff straight sometimes.
HH: RRight, you don't have an equivalent, do you?
AL: I don't think so.
HH: Intense rromantic hatrred, a potent arrchrrivalrry.
AL: I don't hate Eris.
AL: We just got off on the wrong foot, like I said before.
HH: How so?
AL: Now I've ruined what little I had with her.
AL: She nitpicked my character, I got offended because it was the first time I met her, and that's where everything went bad.
HH: Have you talked to herr about this?
AL: No, the damage is done.
HH: You'rre cerrtain?
AL: I don't know.
HH: Talk to herr.
AL: It won't go anywhere near what i'd planned for though.
HH: How so?
AL: She's probably too busy with Evan right now.
HH: Oh.
HH: At least tell me you'll trry.
HH: You can't afforrd uncerrtainty with yourr allies in Sgrrub.
HH: A lesson we've learrned the harrd way.
AL: I guess.
AL: I don't see why it's all up to me though, what about the others? Not even Shea, who is apparently my sister? Really tries to talk to me.
HH: RRick...
HH: If I may.
AL: Yes?
HH: You do not prresent the most apprroachable face.
AL: What?
HH: You arre verry defensive about quite a lot and can on occasion have knee-jerrk rreactions to harrmless statements.
AL: I can understand why Eris doesn't want to talk to me, but I never did anything like that with the others.
AL: What are you talking about?
HH: When I firrst told you I was not frrom Earrth, yourr rreaction was farr frrom rrational.
HH: I suppose that's an extrreme example.
HH: But that is one of the earrliest imprressions I have of you.
HH: You say Erris likely has the same.
AL: Well you told me you were an alien, you can hardly blame me for not believing you.
HH: I said it was an extrreme example.
AL: I don't really think that is a good comparison, but I guess.
HH: I don't have the prrecise trranscrriptions of yourr otherr pesterrlogs, I'm afrraid.
HH: I can only go off of what you say to me. All else is idle speculation.
HH: But considerr a moment that perrhaps the otherrs have also had poorr earrly imprressions of you.
AL: Then you shouldn't assume I'm like that to everyone, I already told you I'm not!
HH: This is what I mean about being defensive.
HH: I have assumed nothing.
AL: I'm just setting the record straight.
HH: You wonderred about yourr frriends' behaviorr.
HH: I offerred a hypothesis.
AL: Well I disproved it.
AL: I fully admit I made a bad first impression with Eris, but until recently I was nothing but nice to the others.
HH: RRecently?
AL: The exception is when Matt went crazy.
AL: I went to fight him with Evan.
AL: Aside from him and Eris I don't see why everyone else is ignoring me.
HH: Ask them.
AL: They're all busy with each other.
HH: Ask them to sparre you a minute.
AL: I guess.
AL: I don't have much choice, do I?
AL: Alright, I'll give it a shot.
HH: It can only help.
AL: Talk to you later Sigrun.
-- antithesisLegionnaire [AL] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 02:00 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:15 pm
Jeanne and Matt discussion. Take one.
- Spoiler:
- -- waryWarden [WW] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] --
WW: Hello, Prince.
FS: ~Excuse me?
FS: ~Are you talking to me?
WW: I am.
WW: You don't remember me.
FS: ~You seem vaguely familiar
WW: I would hope so. We have spoken many times before.
FS: ~Oh!
FS: ~Oh right, I think I remember now
FS: ~Jeanne, wasn't it?
WW: Yes.
FS: ~I remember, you were the one I spoke with the most in my dreams
WW: Yes.
FS: ~Tell me
FS: ~Is this really a dream?
WW: Your other self is asleep, or you would not be here.
FS: ~So this is a dream?
WW: Of sorts.
FS: ~That doesn't really help
WW: It is a dream to you, but it is the only reality for me.
WW: Your actions here do have impact on your life away from Prospit.
FS: ~I'll pretend I understand what you're saying
WW: What part confuses you?
FS: ~This whole place, what is it exactly?
FS: ~I've been here, but my memory is rather foggy
FS: ~Wait, what about my friends?
FS: ~Am I the only one here?
WW: You are the only one awake at present.
FS: ~So they come here too?
WW: Two of them.
FS: ~Two?
WW: You see the three spires?
WW: Each tower is home to one of Prospit's royalty.
WW: One is yours.
WW: I have not met the others.
FS: ~Like kings and-
FS: ~Wait
FS: ~Me?
WW: Yes, Prince.
FS: ~I'm a prince?
WW: I have said that twice now, I believe.
FS: ~Sorry, it's just-
FS: ~I find it a little hard to believe
WW: Why?
WW: It is a dream for you.
FS: ~I do not think I would dream myself as a prince
FS: ~So what does that make my friends?
WW: The same rank as yours.
FS: ~No kings, queens, dukes, lords, and the like?
FS: ~How unoriginal of them
WW: Prospit has a king and queen.
WW: They are occupied with the eternal war of light and shadow.
FS: ~The war?
FS: ~Oh yes, the war!
FS: ~My grandfather mentioned that
WW: Did he, now?
FS: ~Something about Skaia and chess, I think
WW: Ah.
FS: ~So then, are we to take part in this war?
FS: ~My friends and I?
WW: Yes.
WW: The heroes of Skaia, the princes and princesses of Prospit and Derse, shall play their role and ultimately lead to the victory of light.
FS: ~Derse?
WW: The dark world.
FS: ~Ah, the enemy then
WW: Indeed.
FS: ~Wait, why is it only me and two of my other friends here?
FS: ~Shouldn't all six of us be gathered for this?
WW: It has always been this way. I know not why.
FS: ~There are six of us though, are the others not allowed to take part in the war?
WW: They will play their role.
FS: ~I am confused
FS: ~Then, if they are not here
FS: ~Are they on Derse?
WW: Yes.
FS: ~That can't be right
FS: ~We'll be fighting against each other?
FS: ~I assumed that we would be learning a valuable lesson in teamwork when I started this
WW: Perhaps you still can.
WW: The team may not always be entirely trustworthy. Plans may not always go as desired.
FS: ~I
FS: ~I suppose
FS: ~But I can't fight against my friends
WW: Never?
FS: ~No
FS: ~I can't
WW: Under any circumstances?
FS: ~I don't even want to think about it
FS: ~There has to be another way
FS: ~Perhaps they could join us?
FS: ~I am sure they would listen if I told them
WW: If you think you can convince them, all the better.
WW: But I have never found it practical to reason with Derse.
FS: ~Are they that bad?
WW: The ultimate goal of Derse is the destruction of the Incipisphere.
WW: They seek to prevent your session from creating a new universe.
FS: ~That's
FS: ~Much worse than what I thought
FS: ~There's no way my friends would go along with that
WW: I hope your assessment of them is correct.
FS: ~They're my best friends
FS: ~There's no doubt in my mind
FS: ~But, I need to know which ones are with us, and which are against
FS: ~You say they're in the spires?
WW: Yes.
FS: ~Then I must go see
WW: If you feel you must.
FS: ~I will be sure to speak with them all once I wake
FS: ~Together, we can end this war and beat the game
WW: I hope so, Prince.
FS: ~I will speak with you again, Jeanne
-- facelessSchemer [FS] flies off towards the spires --
-- facelessSchemer [FS] ceased pestering waryWarden [WW] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sat Oct 01, 2011 9:33 am
Was skimming through old logs. Had a realization.
Oblivion wrote:Yet another pregame memo :) Eris and Evan meet after Eris and another user on a forum get involved in a flame war.
-- petrifiedSeeker [PS] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] --
PS: ♪♫ okay lets start this ♭y noting that i dont like having to do extra work ♪♫
HH: do i know you?
PS: ♪♫ this is discord right ♪♫
HH: yeah, and you?
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Sat Oct 01, 2011 6:28 pm
Oh retroactive jokes, how we love you.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:38 pm
ikr? That thing's back from before I even knew FiM was a thing.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by MessiahForHire Wed Nov 30, 2011 11:25 pm
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:28 --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:20 --
- Spoiler:
- MT: Yo
MT: You need to have a knight-off with the knight in the group with exposition fairy.
HH: what?
MT: You, other knight.
MT: Knight-off.
MT: Sometime later.
HH: i have no idea what is even going on.
MT: Me neither. Ms. Fairy called you a knight.
MT: Apparently she also knows a knight.
HH: well, that part i got. knight of breath if you take the dalek's word.
MT: We need you to fight to the kind-of-exhausted to prove knightliness.
HH: why?
HH: it's a stupid game feature and likely irrelevant.
MT: Because it's cool.
HH: i don't need to get into a oneupmanship war over a stupid title.
MT: Yes you do.
HH: no, i think i can function just fine without it.
MT: No you can't.
MT: You know you need to do this.
MT: For your people.
HH: in other words, to shut you up?
MT: I won't shut up.
MT: But I'll be a little less annoying.
HH: there went my incentive.
HH: define little.
MT: Larger than negligible, smaller than completely.
HH: that is far too ill-defined for me to give any sort of concrete reply.
MT: More than a pinch, less than a punch.
HH: i'll think about it.
MT: You'd better.
MT: But just so you know...
MT: I'm not going to bother you less because you're "considering" it.
MT: You and I both know that's code for "fuck off and never speak of this again."
MT: Which, you know, is pretty mean.
HH: then interpret the code and let it lie.
MT: I don't know why you felt it necessary to curse.
HH: because the voodoo doll wasn't fast enough.
MT: Being that fast is incredibly unsatisfying, I'll have you know.
MT: How can you ever expect to please when you just finish so soon?
HH: well, i'll think about that, too.
MT: This just feels so...
MT: Premature.
MT: ):
HH: that's unfortunate.
HH: i suppose
HH: we'll just have to deal.
MT: It sounds like a personal problem of yours. :/
HH: yes, my inability to remember to turn off my computer.
MT: Hm, that's unfortunate.
MT: Maybe you should just embrace this.
MT: And then
MT: you can internet
MT: forever.
MT: 8)
HH: yeah, pass.
MT: 8(
MT: This saddens me.
MT: Fine then.
MT: Whatever.
MT: Still haven't gotten any info.
MT: I'l get back to you if I do.
-- mercilessTango [MT] ceased pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 00:08 --
-- mercilessTango [MT] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:20 --
- Spoiler:
- MT: Salutations, my good chum!
SP: And greet-ings your-self, Guide.
MT: Guide?
MT: Rit-zy-
SP: That is your ti-tle, is it not?
MT: Is it?
SP: Ah.
SP: Hm, has no one else spo-ken to you?
SP: Wait. You are not e-ven in the game yet?
MT: A lot of people speak to me.
MT: I'm pretty popular, you see B^J
SP: I see.
MT: Good.
MT: Keep that in mind.
MT: Now
SP: Well. I did not ex-pect com-mun-i-ca-tion from you be-fore your ar-ri-val in the Me-di-um. I ad-mit I was un-pre-pared.
MT: You can't ever be prepared for Joan Fischer, hon.
MT: Anyways.
SP: Is that your name? Pleased to meet you.
MT: And what's yours, baby doll?
SP: What is a ba-by?
MT: It's a mythical pink monkey.
SP: I see.
SP: I am not a mon-key, though, nor am I a doll of such. I am a troll.
MT: Well I've got to say you're doing a piss-poor job.
MT: Tell you what.
MT: I'll give you a crash course, then let you loose on the internet.
MT: We'l record your progress by your bancount.
MT: *We'll
SP: Par-don?
MT: What?
SP: What are we crash-ing?
MT: Your education.
MT: Into the brittle ground of knowledge.
MT: With such force that it basically liquifies everything into a disgusting sludge of data.
MT: To put it mildly.
SP: I pre-fer my da-ta to be neat-ly or-gan-ized my-self.
SP: If my ma-chine is re-duced to sludge there is an is-sue with the pow-er sup-ply or com-po-nent parts that must be ad-dressed.
MT: It's reduced to sludge from the incredible force of the impact, babe. That's how fast it is.
SP: It may need a bet-ter cool-ing sup-ply.
SP: And a more dur-a-ble car-a-pace.
MT: The energy is mostly coming from the force of the educrash into knowlegde.
MT: So if you want to get technical, you'd need better brakes.
SP: I see.
MT: Which defeats the purpose of the incredible power of it in the first place.
MT: Because brakes are too cool for school.
SP: So the de-struc-tion is in-ten-tion-al.
MT: Completely.
SP: Which makes ac-ces-sing the da-ta dif-fi-cult at best.
SP: This seems coun-ter-pro-duc-tive.
MT: No, because the education and the knowledge fuse to become the sludge of knowledge.
MT: Data
MT: Sorry.
SP: I am con-fused.
SP: How is this sludge to be pro-cessed?
MT: The data sludge is a necessary thing.
SP: The ma-chine is de-stroyed.
MT: You consume it through your nostrils.
SP: o_o
MT: It burns a little at first, but you get used to it.
SP: I be-lieve there may be some con-fu-sion. My spe-cies is not ca-pa-ble of this man-ner of in-for-ma-tion os-mo-sis. I was not a-ware yours was.
MT: Are you saying your species doesn't expel thoughts from their speech sacs and inhale them to process sentences?
MT: Not even the smallest drop of word ooze?
SP: I must say not.
MT: Gross.
SP: Where are these sacs? I can-not see an-y such thing on your an-at-o-my.
SP: Un-less such a thing is not meant to be dis-played pub-lic-ly, in which case I ap-ol-o-gize for the in-ap-pro-pri-ate ques-tion.
MT: Well duh, you don't just have theything like that just flopping about in the wind
MT: It's hidden under layers of pull n' peel flesh.
SP: That sounds pain-ful.
SP: Un-less it-s much like shed-ding?
MT: Nah, it's replaceable.
MT: Kinda fun.
MT: It's like mix-and-match muscle tissue.
MT: It's neat.
SP: In-ter-est-ing.
SP: I will have to for-ward this in-for-ma-tion to my com-pa-tri-ot who stu-dies this sort of bi-ol-o-gy, she will be quite cur-i-ous.
SP: Re-gard-less, I be-lieve we have strayed from the or-i-gi-nal dis-cus-sion.
MT: I could go on about this for -hours-.
MT: But alright.
MT: So.
MT: Name?
SP: My name is Ly-ga-ra.
MT: Hey, Ly-ga-ra, sup.
MT: (Also is that your full name, or do angels not have last names?)
SP: o_o
SP: I am not an an-gel by a-ny stretch of the i-ma-gi-na-tion. I am mere-ly a troll.
MT: Well okay, but that doesn't answer my question.
SP: Sor-ry, your com-ment caught me off-guard.
SP: No, I have a sur-name. Ran-ith.
MT: Ran-ith? I have not heard of any name similar to that one.
MT: Neat.
SP: Yours is quite un-us-u-al to me as well. Though giv-en the dis-par-i-ties be-tween our spe-cies this is un-sur-pri-sing.
SP: Pleased to make your ac-quain-tance, re-gard-less.
MT: Right. So how are you, this fine day?
SP: As well as can be ex-pec-ted. And your-self?
MT: Well I'm decent.
MT: I thought bonding with someone new would be fun.
SP: Bond-ing?
MT: Hells yeah.
MT: Just two cool gals like us could conquer the world through mutual awesome.
SP: I see.
MT: What, don't you have the proper equipment?
SP: Or per-haps I do not see. What e-quip-ment?
MT: I've got some spare shades hanging around here if you need them.
MT: You an aviators girl or a shutter shades chick?
SP: Oh I do not need glas-ses. My vis-ion is fine.
MT: They're not for improving your vision, though.
MT: They're for making you look even cooler.
MT: Take some notes, woman.
SP: I see.
MT: You'd better, because they're known for somewhat hindering your vision.
MT: If you couldn't, you'd probably just look ridiculous wearing them and trying to get around.
SP: Yes of course.
MT: Crashing into things like a deaf bat.
SP: Oh dear.
MT: Exactly.
MT: But I guess you could just stand around looking cool.
MT: Just don't go anywhere
MT: else you'll just look like a massive souchebag
MT: *douchebag.
MT: You don't want that.
MT: It's a bad thing.
SP: Of course.
MT: Oh, you're familiar with douchebags? Excellent.
SP: I have for-got-ten where this con-ver-sa-tion was go-ing, so do lead on.
MT: About being cool?
MT: Or about why I said yo what's up/
SP: Ei-ther?
MT: No come on make a decision I've suddenly decided to be on a strict pleasing-you schedule.
MT: Exclusive offer for 12k coolkid points.
SP: Oh.
SP: I am af-raid I pos-sess none of those.
MT: Sure you do
MT: Every point is basically like coolkid radiation.
SP: It is not tox-ic, I hope.
MT: Feel free to call it coolation if you want.
MT: Anyways, these just radiate from the bodies of cool people constantly. Sometimes they can be used for mad science.
MT: Didn't you ever even learn basic biology?
SP: Not for hu-mans, no.
MT: Then you'd better be taking notes.
SP: Oh cer-tain-ly I am.
MT: Good.
MT: So I just need a few more of those and then you can tell me what I should tell you about and we're gravy.
SP: Well, per-haps we should be-gin with the in-i-tial in-tent of the dis-cus-sion.
MT: Alright babe.
MT: Puttin' you down for 10k. I figure you can get a discount, because you're extra cool and your coolkid radiation particles will be stronger to boot.
MT: Anyways.
MT: Basically my most bffsies of my bffs told me about you being so chill and great and totally not creepy at all.
MT: I wanted to see what kinda person you were like.
MT: And maybe hear a little about such a fine speciment.
MT: *specimen
SP: Ah. The Knight sent you?
MT: The knightliest of knights.
MT: You woudn't believe the honour this kid has.
SP: Our Knight might con-test that.
MT: Knight-off.
MT: Now.
MT: Or later.
MT: Whichever.
MT: We just need to have a knight-off sometime.
SP: You will have to take it up with her, when she is av-ail-a-ble.
SP: I do not know if she will be in-ter-est-ed. But I am sure she will wish to look in-to your spe-cies af-ter I share my notes with her.
MT: Alright.
MT: Cool.
MT: Anyways, I just wanted to know about you?
MT: Is that too much to ask?
SP: What do you wish to know?
MT: Dunno, maybe tell me about your experiences?
MT: Anything cool happen to you lately?
SP: Ah.
SP: Well I do not know if it would be con-sid-ered "cool".
SP: But a large var-i-e-ty of in-ter-est-ing and strange cir-cum-stan-ces have oc-curred re-cent-ly.
MT: Oh?
MT: Do tel.
MT: *tell
SP: Well there is quite a lot, but I can-not tell ev-er-y-thing.
MT: I'm listening
MT: Maybe be concise about it?
SP: Ah.
SP: Well.
SP: The rea-son for my in-a-bil-i-ty to share is not so much time. I have much of that to spare, though you do not.
SP: At least for now. Short-ly you will have more than you re-al-ize.
SP: But yet less than you need, at least ac-cord-ing to my com-pan-ion who shares your as-pect.
MT: Theeennnnnnnnnnnn...
MT: What is this about?
SP: Well, there is in-for-ma-tion that I can-not share un-til the pro-per time.
SP: O-ther-wise there is risk of a par-a-dox.
MT: Is it gestating?
SP: o_o
SP: I beg par-don>?
MT: The information you mentioned that cannot be shared right now.
MT: Is it gestating?
SP: I do not un-der-stand.
MT: What part?
SP: Ges-ta-tion. The in-for-ma-tion is not a Mo-ther Grub.
SP: I am not e-ven sure where that leap of lo-gic oc-cured.
MT: I just figured that maybe the information was slowly being constructed by data sludge still.
SP: There is no da-ta sludge, yet.
MT: It gestates for a little while (anywhere between a few seconds to a few months, depending on the information being created) before it can become available to our speech sacs.
MT: Well that's because you refused my offer to create some sludge with you.
SP: Be-cause I am in-ca-pa-ble of per-form-ing such a feat. My spe-cies does not work like that.
MT: Well perhaps you should reconsider the architecture of your physiology.
SP: I
SP: What?
MT: Hm?
SP: You can re-for-mat your phy-si-ol-o-gy?
MT: What do you think architects are even for?
SP: Such drones are used for con-struc-ting hives, as far as my ex-per-i-ence has been.
MT: Eugh, how pedestrian.
SP: How does this work?
MT: Architects often spend their lives designing human physiology.
SP: I see.
MT: They all create some according to very specific rules, and must be completely functional.
SP: We have no-thing of the sort, I fear.
MT: Those that do not qualify are removed permanently from their field.
MT: Those that do qualify fight to the death over who gets to show off their designs.
SP: This is more bru-tal than my pre-vi-ous un-der-stand-ing of your cul-ture pre-sumed you to be.
MT: And fashion shows exist to show the triumph and legacy of the winner.
SP: I see./
MT: Okay.
MT: So then why weren't you going to tell me stuff exactly? Time not being right is a dumb excuse. Make a more entertaining one, at least.
SP: I think you un-der-est-i-mate the det-ri-men-tal ef-fect that a par-a-dox might cre-ate.
SP: A splin-ter time-line that dooms us all will do no one a-ny good.
SP: You more than a-ny-one will need to learn that.
MT: But then what if you were supposed to do it.
MT: Then you've caused a paradox by not telling us.
SP: Ugh.
MT: What then?
MT: Hmmmmmmm?
SP: Un-mer-ci-ful an-ces-tors, this is why I dis-like time man-ip-u-la-tion. I have a head-ache now.
MT: Yeah well then stop trying to meddle or unmeddle with time since I guess you are.
SP: I will di-rect our per-son-al time-line op-er-a-tor to speak with you at his next op-por-tu-ni-ty, he can ex-plain bet-ter than I.
MT: Is that the kid with the impotence problem?
SP: What?
MT: Or I guess he could be overcompensating for things.
MT: But the point is
MT: He's got hormone problems.
MT: Is that who you're talking about?
SP: Does he speak with ex-ces-sive em-pha-sis and in a rushed man-ner?
MT: Yeah. Dude's got issues with how he was made.
SP: I see.
SP: Yes I be-lieve I know who you mean, and yes that is who I am re-fer-ring to.
MT: I guess we're on the same page, then.
SP: Yes.
SP: I be-lieve that I can-not ans-wer your ques-tions fur-ther, so I will bid you fare-well for the time be-ing.
SP: You should pro-bab-ly make con-tact with the Mage.
SP: His time is short, if my per-cep-tions are right.
MT: Ugh.
MT: Seriosuly?
MT: After all I've done for you?
MT: Ouch, man.
MT: Ouch.
SP: o_o
MT: My pride has been shattered.
MT: :(
SP: I ap-ol-o-gize.
SP: I tru-ly must be go-ing now, though.
SP: Un-til next, Guide.
MT: Awww.
MT: Darn.
MT: Later hon.
-- spectralPsiren [SP] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] at 00:15 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Thu Dec 01, 2011 6:39 am
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 22:02 --
- Spoiler:
- SP: Greet-ings.
HH: sorry, i don't recognize your handle.
SP: This would be the first time we have spo-ken.
SP: At least, that I am a-ware of.
HH: oh.
HH: hello, then.
HH: can i help you?
SP: Mere-ly wish-ing to wel-come you to the Me-di-um, and I sup-pose con-grat-u-late you on suc-cess-ful en-try.
HH: the medium? is that what this place is called?
SP: In to-tal-i-ty, yes. Though what is vi-si-ble to you is a small por-tion of it.
HH: i guess that explains why things look so different than matt's place.
SP: Yes. Each par-ti-ci-pant is grant-ed en-try to their own plan-et. You will have to pass through the Gates if you wish to reach his Land.
SP: I pre-sume you speak of the play-er who en-tered pri-or to you, yes?
HH: so he gets rainbows, and i get a snowglobe.
HH: yes.
SP: I am not fam-il-iar with the term snow-globe. Though I sup-pose it ap-pears ac-cur-ate to your sur-round-ings.
SP: Re-gard-less, yes, here you are.
HH: a snowglobe is a decorative little knick-knack. not really important.
HH: i'm really more wondering as to how you got my chumhandle.
SP: It was a sim-ple mat-ter of track-ing you vi-a the in-ter-face. Once in the Me-di-um you were quite sim-ple to dis-cern from the o-ther op-tions, and tra-cing your time-line back from that point to this was all that was re-qui-red.
HH: interface?
SP: Does your com-mun-i-ca-tion cli-ent not have a time-path in-ter-face com-mand cen-ter?
HH: a what now?
SP: I will pre-sume that to be a no.
HH: probably safe.
HH: but i suppose what you're saying is that you computer stalked me through the game.
SP: I sup-pose that would be an ac-cur-ate, if crude, des-crip-tion.
HH: and not at all invasive or creepy, of course.
SP: It is not as if I have been ob-serv-ing you di-rect-ly in breach of pri-va-cy. I fail to see how mere-ly com-mun-i-ca-ting could be con-si-dered in-va-sive.
SP: Per-haps this is dif-fer-ent in your cul-ture?
HH: you traced me through the computer programs from fragmentary information, right?
SP: Es-sen-ti-al-ly.
HH: and i assume you know more about me than i know about you from your observations.
HH: which, i might add, i knew nothing about?
SP: I sup-pose.
HH: that's the internet equivalent to following someone down the street with a baseball bat.
HH: it's pretty seedy.
HH: so, i think i will just take my leave now.
SP: I see.
SP: My ap-ol-o-gies, I did not wish to be in-tru-sive.
SP: I mere-ly wished to of-fer an aid of sorts for the path a-head of you.
HH: wait.
HH: you're familiar with how sburb works?
SP: Well, it was called S-grub in our ver-sion, but yes I have played the game.
HH: really?
SP: Yes.
HH: huh. i've been looking, and i can't find any hints anywhere.
HH: how'd you manage?
SP: Well e-nough, mi-nus a few ob-struc-tions.
HH: and you want to help us.
SP: Yes.
HH: excellent.
HH: go ahead.
SP: Par-don?
SP: Oh.
HH: something wrong?
SP: Well. If you have an-y in-quir-ies I will be hap-py to ans-wer what I can.
HH: all right, then.
HH: what do i need to do?
SP: At the mo-ment?
HH: yes.
HH: what do i need to do to get everyone out alive?
HH: because i'm pretty sure those meteors weren't cgi.
SP: I would rec-com-mend eq-uip-ping your-self with im-proved ac-ces-sor-ies, to be-gin.
SP: Oh no, the me-te-ors were quite real.
HH: all the more reason to speed this along and get everyone to safety, right?
SP: Well, yes. Though your part in that is com-plete.
HH: so i'm supposed to ignore the fact that half my friends are about to be crushed under a space rock.
SP: Of course not.
HH: how do i help them?
SP: But you have done your part in res-cu-ing them. You have played the ser-ver for the Scribe, and have been brought to en-try by the Mage.
SP: Now they must do the same.
SP: I be-lieve the Guide will par-ti-ci-pate as the Mage-s ser-ver, then the Sylph, then the Page.
HH: so what am i supposed to do in the meantime?
HH: nothing?
SP: No, of course not.
SP: There are two tasks of im-me-di-ate im-por-tance at the mo-ment.
HH: and they are?
SP: First you must con-tin-ue to build up the Scribe-s hive, so that he may reach his First Gate.
SP: And you must reach yours.
HH: hive?
SP: Your dwel-ling.
HH: oh.
HH: i've never heard a home referred to as a hive.
SP: A cul-tur-al dis-par-i-ty, I fear.
SP: Hope-ful-ly there will not be too ma-ny of them.
HH: hopefully.
HH: just building stairs and ladders, then? not much of a game, is it?
SP: On-ly to be-gin.
HH: what comes next?
SP: Once you pass through the gate, you descend to the Land-s ex-panse. From there you be-gin your quest in ear-nest.
HH: and what quest would that be?
SP: What ex-act-ly it is var-ies from Land to Land, He-ro to He-ro. Your sprite will be a-ble to ex-plain in great-er de-tail.
HH: i've heard a bit, but the blasted thing was irritatingly vague.
SP: Yes, they are all much like that I am af-raid.
SP: The game be-lieves it nec-ess-ar-y to make them pre-sent their in-for-ma-tion in rid-dles.
HH: between the death threats and the ambiguity, i'm not entirely certain it wished to help me at all.
HH: i should probably have thrown something else at the kernel.
SP: Have you con-si-dered a sec-ond-ar-y pro-to-ty-ping?
HH: not as such.
HH: i don't particularly wish to make the situation worse. the imps are bad enough as is.
SP: The sprite-s be-ha-vior is based on the na-ture of the crea-ture pro-to-typed. Ad-ding a sec-ond-tier pro-to-type may al-ter this to some-thing more man-age-a-ble.
HH: i'll keep it in mind.
HH: are you sure you can't tell me anything about this quest?
SP: Af-raid not. Your role and as-pect are quite dif-fer-ent from mine.
SP: We did not have a He-ro of Breath at all in our ses-sion.
HH: but isn't there the slightest commonality between players at all?
HH: you said matt and i both have gates.
HH: is there a similar structure for all lands?
HH: or would one person need to find the centre while another does carthweels in his room?
SP: Yes, all worlds have Gates. Sev-en, to be pre-cise. The first lead-ing to your Land pro-per, and the last to the do-main of your Den-i-zen.
HH: and what does the denizen do?
HH: final boss?
SP: Not ex-act-ly. What it does al-so var-ies from Land to Land, as there is a Den-i-zen for each.
HH: so...the game is identical in structure for everyone, but the details differ.
SP: Yes, ex-act-ly.
HH: so...what can you tell me?
HH: this is all very well and good, but i can't make use of "go play the game and have fun."
HH: so i'm just curious.
HH: why contact me?
SP: I pre-sumed you would have ques-tions, e-ven-tu-al-ly. So I wished to make my-self av-ail-a-ble.
HH: so you want me to succeed?
SP: Of course.
HH: but you can't give me specific information.
HH: just vague hints.
SP: I would be more pre-cise if I could.
HH: well, then.
HH: are you a game construct?
SP: No, I am a troll.
HH: so i should have taken none of this seriously. i see.
SP: Par-don?
HH: you're a troll.
SP: Yes.
HH: you are sending me measured information in an attempt to get my goat.
SP: What is a goat?
SP: Go-at?
SP: How is it pro-nounced?
HH: why are you hyphenating everything?
SP: It is just how I type.
HH: and you're kidding, right?
HH: goats are like sheep.
SP: She-ep?
HH: a little wilder and more aggressive, but still quite similar.
SP: Oh it is a type of lus-us.
HH: a what?
SP: Lus-us na-tur-ae.
HH: joke of nature?
SP: Not so much a jest, ma-ny of them are quite dan-ger-ous.
HH: so are some jokes.
HH: i was just translating it.
SP: Par-don?
HH: it's latin, isn't it?
SP: What is la-tin?
HH: a dead language that my sister insisted i sign up for classes in.
SP: Oh.
SP: I was not a-ware our lan-guage was ex-tinct in your world. It is quite act-ive in ours, af-ter all.
SP: In-ter-est-ing.
HH: you speak latin?
SP: Ap-par-ent-ly.
SP: Though we do not call it that.
HH: salve, amica.
SP: Is that la-tin?
HH: yes.
SP: Ap-par-ent-ly not then.
HH: well, blast.
HH: here i thought i'd finally found a use for it.
SP: My ap-ol-o-gies.
HH: what is a lusus, then?
SP: In gen-er-al use, it is an-y mem-ber of var-i-ous spe-cies of wild-life that make up the ma-jor-i-ty of life on my home world.
HH: ah.
SP: In more com-mon par-lance, it is used as the term for one-s cho-sen beast, which serves as our cus-to-di-an and pro-tec-tor.
HH: wait.
HH: home world?
SP: Yes.
HH: guardian?
SP: The crea-ture that raised me.
HH: are you trying to say that you were quite literally raised by wolves?
SP: What is a wolve?
HH: you're trolling me.
HH: you really want to know what a wolve is?
SP: We are com-mu-ni-ca-ting, yes.
SP: And yes, I do.
HH: it's a type of accessory worn to formal occasions. a large floral headpiece often decorated with feathers. i wore mine on the queen's birthday.
SP: I fail to see the sim-il-ar-i-ty be-tween that and a lus-us. Un-less you are speak-ing of the crea-ture from whence the fea-thers came.
SP: I sus-pect I am be-ing taun-ted.
HH: you're quite good at staying in character.
HH: most trolls give up when you push back.
SP: You have not spo-ken to ma-ny of us, then.
SP: Most of us are far more stub-born than I.
HH: i've played a troll often enough to know how the game works.
SP: Played?
SP: Wait.
SP: I be-lieve there has been a com-mun-i-ca-tion break-down.
HH: i believe it was intentionally engineered on your part from the minute you admitted to being a troll.
SP: But I am a troll.
HH: are you someone who is trying to deliberately upset me?
SP: Just as you are a hu-man.
SP: What?
HH: that's what a troll is.
HH: at least in internet terminology.
HH: are you not one?
SP: I am not fam-il-iar with that us-age of the term, no.
SP: Troll is my spe-cies.
HH: ...
SP: Or at least the com-mon term for it.
HH: excuse me a moment, i need to introduce mr palm to madmoiselle forehead. i believe they'll get on swimmingly.
SP: Why are you do-ing that.
SP: You are go-ing to in-jure your-self.
HH: a headache for a headache.
SP: Cer-tain-ly there can be bet-ter so-lu-tions.
HH: straight answers would help.
HH: what do you mean by species?
SP: Do you not use that word?
HH: we use it.
HH: that's why i'm confused.
HH: you're not human?
SP: No, of course not.
HH: and...home world?
SP: Yes?
HH: you aren't from earth.
SP: No.
SP: My plan-et-s name was Al-ter-ni-a.
HH: ...
HH: did you live under a bridge?
SP: No, I lived in a for-est.
HH: you want me to believe that you're a space alien who is similarly intelligent enough to the human race to communicate.
HH: is your name the doctor?
SP: No.
HH: you mentioned time.
HH: are you sure?
SP: Yes.
SP: Time is not my as-pect though, that be-longs to an-o-ther one of my com-pan-ions.
HH: what's your aspect, then
HH: ?
SP: Space.
HH: you work in space, are familiar with time, and have companions.
HH: romana?
SP: No, though that is a nice name.
HH: i'm just confused as to how someone not even from this planet managed to take an interest in our little ragtag crew.
SP: Be-cause you are play-ing the game, of course.
HH: and sburb is just the best game ever?
SP: If by best you mean most im-por-tant, then yes.
HH: fangirl?
SP: Par-don?
HH: you seem quite interested in sburb. to frankly unhealthy levels.
HH: is there a reason for that?
SP: Oh dear.
HH: what?
SP: You should con-verse with your sprite in more de-tail.
SP: There is in-for-ma-tion that is some-what pres-sing for you to know.
HH: why?
HH: i've got you right here.
HH: you did say you'd help.
HH: i don't know where the bloody thing went, but you said you know all sorts of things that would be pertinent for me to know.
SP: It should come when called.
HH: but it's annoying.
SP: Ve-ry well.
SP: My per-son-al op-in-ion to-ward the game is ir-rel-e-vant.
SP: It is not my feel-ings that de-ter-mine its cos-mic im-por-tance.
HH: yet it drove you to seek out someone playing a limited release beta of the game.
SP: It is the on-ly re-lease there will be.
SP: This game is far more than a sim-ple tool of en-ter-tain-ment, as you can see.
HH: go on.
SP: To put it sim-ply, par-a-dox space has ar-ranged for this par-ti-cu-lar group of in-di-vi-du-als to par-ti-ci-pate in this spe-ci-fic ser-ies of e-vents.
HH: destiny made us play video games.
HH: what.
SP: Des-ti-ny is a crude and some-what mis-lead-ing term.
HH: what exactly do you mean by "specific series of events"?
SP: The con-tents of the game.
HH: which are?
SP: You and your com-pan-ion-s Lands, and the jour-nies you will un-der-go there-on.
HH: yes?
SP: Do you not think it odd that of all the mil-lions of in-di-vi-du-als on your world, on-ly you six are play-ing this game?
HH: i honestly find it odder that i'm talking to a self-proclaimed alien who has also played this game.
HH: the meteors factor in as well.
SP: The me-te-ors are an af-ter-shock of sorts. A side-ef-fect.
HH: what, play the game, break the planet?
HH: funny.
SP: It is the cost par-a-dox space re-qui-res.
HH: i was joking.
SP: Oh.
HH: was that some of the...pertinent information you wanted to give me?
SP: I thought you had man-aged to reach com-pre-hen-sion and we-d o-ver-come this con-fu-sion at last.
HH: we doomed the planet by installing a video game.
HH: are you kidding me?
SP: No.
SP: The plan-et was al-rea-dy doomed.
HH: that makes it so much better.
SP: You sur-vived, which is what is im-por-tant. Now your friends must do the same.
HH: what about everyone else?
SP: Some o-thers may have en-tered a-long-side you. You have lus-ii or some e-qui-val-ent do you not?
HH: i am going to say yes.
SP: I do not see it.
SP: Oh there it is.
HH: hm?
SP: Re-gard-less, there may be one or more o-thers, but bey-ond them no.
HH: what, you mean argos?
SP: Is that its name?
HH: he's my pet, yeah.
HH: ...what is he
SP: Pet?
HH: ...he just jumped into daleksprite.
SP: Oh.
SP: Well.
HH: that can't be good.
SP: There is your sec-on-dar-y pro-to-type.
HH: not important.
HH: tell me more about this killing the entire human race thing.
SP: You did not know?
HH: ...
SP: Oh dear.
SP: You are far far less in-formed than I pre-dic-ted.
HH: then inform me.
HH: if you please.
SP: I re-gret to be the one to bear this news to you, es-pe-ci-al-ly with most of your fel-lows not yet in the Me-di-um.
SP: But your plan-et has reached its fi-nal day.
HH: ...
HH: what?
SP: There is a clock, tick-ing down to the last mo-ment of your plan-et-s life as you know it.
SP: Your re-main-ing com-pan-ions have un-til that ti-mer ends to en-ter the Me-di-um.
SP: At that point, the fi-nal phase of the Reck-on-ing will ren-der the plan-et un-in-hab-it-a-ble.
HH: why?
SP: Skai-a.
HH: so.
HH: because we decided to play a game, we killed earth.
SP: No.
SP: It would have oc-curred re-gard-less.
HH: bull.
SP: Par-don?
HH: there's no way this isn't connected. skaia doesn't exist outside of the game.
SP: Yes and no.
SP: The game is a door-way.
HH: was...is there anything we can do to save earth?
SP: No.
HH: how do you know?
SP: Be-cause it is not the du-ty of He-roes to look to the world they have left be-hind.
SP: In time, Ex-i-les will be sent to the ru-ins, and it will be their du-ty to re-store life to that world.
HH: that doesn't answer my question.
SP: How does it not?
HH: how do you know the planet's done for?
SP: Be-cause the same be-came of Al-ter-ni-a.
HH: alternia is not earth.
HH: your friends are not my friends.
HH: we might find something we can do.
SP: You will.
SP: But not for your lost world.
HH: how do you know?
SP: Par-a-dox space has great-er things in mind for its He-roes.
HH: that means nothing to me.
HH: how do you know what we will or won't do?
SP: I-ve seen some of it.
HH: ...what?
SP: Augh.
SP: I should not have men-tioned that.
HH: mentioned what?
SP: No-thing./
HH: wait...
HH: you mentioned something about a time path.
HH: can you see my future?
SP: Ah.
SP: Yes, some-what.
HH: so you know what i need to do.
SP: Some-what, yes.
HH: and you want to help make certain we succeed, correct?
SP: Oh no.
SP: I see where you are pro-ceed-ing with this.
SP: I can-not tell you ev-er-y-thing.
HH: i'm not asking for everything.
SP: Do-ing so risks par-a-dox by chang-ing the time-line.
HH: how is it changing the timeline if i'm asking how to follow it?
HH: wouldn't there be greater risk in turning me loose unguided?
SP: I see your point.
HH: then you know that it would make good sense to tell me what i need to do.
SP: For now, what you need to do is pre-pare your-self for the jour-ney a-head.
HH: how so?
SP: Cre-ate suit-a-ble e-quip-ment and ex-pand on the Scribe-s hive.
SP: And as soon as the Mage has en-tered, have him build to-ward your Gate so you can pro-ceed.
HH: let me ask something.
HH: do we make it?
SP: Ah.
HH: surely you've checked to make certain your efforts won't be futile.
SP: I have looked at some things.
HH: oh?
SP: You will ac-com-plish great things. That is all I can say for cer-tain.
HH: greatness measures magnitude, not success or failure.
SP: I am a-ware.
HH: so we'll either make it with flying colours or crash and burn horrifically.
HH: i thought you were going to help.
SP: Is it tru-ly help-ing if I sim-ply hand you all the ans-wers?
HH: does it bring about the desired outcome of our success?
SP: To be hon-est Knight, I do not know.
SP: Un-til we speak a-gain, good luck.
HH: hold up.
HH: you promised to help.
HH: you've told me nothing that i probably couldn't get from the sprite.
HH: why won't you just tell me anything i can use?
SP: Be-cause there are things I could tell you that would harm more than they would aid.
HH: end of the world has happened. i don't think "for your safety" flies.
SP: You would be in-cor-rect.
SP: Which your Guide will soon learn and pro-bab-ly in-form you of in great-er de-tail, once she en-ters and learns of her own place.
HH: not sure who you mean, but i'd like to know now.
HH: the information i'm supposed to wait on, that is.
SP: And if I thought it safe to share, I would.
SP: In time.
HH: i don't really think safety applies.
SP: I be-lieve we have al-rea-dy cy-cled this route.
HH: yes.
HH: try again.
SP: Next time.
HH: why?
SP: In the mean-while, per-haps en-joy the as-pect of the un-ex-pec-ted?
HH: i don't enjoy fun.
HH: just tell me, please.
SP: I can-not.
HH: you cannot or will not?
SP: Is there a dif-fer-ence?
HH: yes.
HH: give me something, hyphens.
SP: I al-rea-dy have.
HH: besides a migraine.
SP: You have my ad-vice as to where to be-gin.
SP: We will speak a-gain, per-haps then I will be a-ble to share more in-for-ma-tion safe-ly.
SP: Un-til next, Knight.
HH: but i still have questions!
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HH: it's later.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:00 pm
-- amazonaReveille [AR] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] at 23:28 --
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 22:35 --
-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:09 --
- Spoiler:
- AR: Matt >_>
AR: Maaaatt
AR: Matthew
FS: ~Shea, I thought I made it clear I dislike that name
AR: You weren't answering!
FS: ~I was preoccupied
AR: Are you starting yet? :D
FS: ~I am working on it
FS: ~I am still waiting for Eris
FS: ~She is probably in the middle of a pesterlog
AR: Alright.
FS: ~I am starting to get impatient though
FS: ~What time is it for you over there?
AR: One thirty ish.
FS: ~And that's...
FS: ~Typically when most people would sleep, right?
AR: Yep!
FS: ~It's been too long for me to remember
AR: I'm almost out of tea too.
FS: ~How much have you had already?
AR: Um.
AR: This is the third pot, I think.
FS: ~You misspelled cups, Shea
AR: Oh I didn't count the cups, that would have taken too long.
AR: :D
AR: Maaaaaaatt.
FS: sorry just
FS: ~Hit my head there
AR: On what?
FS: ~The desk
AR: O.o
FS: ~So we obviously must hurry now before you die of tea poisoning
AR: Is that a thing?
FS: ~I don't want to wait around to see
FS: ~Just promise me you're not going to fall asleep during the game
AR: Promise!
AR: I have plenty of snacks and some sodas stocked up.
FS: ~Good to know you're prepared
FS: ~...
FS: ~Shea, I have a question that might sound odd
AR: Okay?
FS: ~Have you ever dreamed?
AR: Of course I have, silly. :D
FS: ~Have you ever had a recurring one?
AR: :/
AR: Not really?
FS: ~Those are something that exist though, right?
AR: Sure.
FS: ~I seem to remember getting them a lot
AR: Ooh.
AR: What's it about?
FS: ~It was
FS: ~Different each time
FS: ~But it was always the same place with the same faces
FS: ~There was a city of gold, with towers that stretched toward the heavens
FS: ~And I lived in one of them
FS: ~And in the other two, I saw you and Evan
AR: o.O
FS: ~Or maybe that was something better left unsaid
AR: I'm a little flattered actually
AR: I can't say I've had someone dream about me before!
AR: What were we doing?
FS: ~Sleeping
AR: That's it?
FS: ~As far as I remember
FS: ~You never woke when I would fly by your window
AR: Aww.
FS: not like i was hanging by the window a lot though id drop by sometimes
AR: You should have gone in! I wouldn't mind. :)
FS: ~Yes because it is totally normal for someone to enter a sleeping girl's room
FS: ~Though I suppose there are some of those girls who find it romantic
AR: Heheh.
FS: ~But there was more too
FS: ~I remember
FS: wait
FS: holy crap
AR: Waiting!
AR: Huh?
FS: is that what i think it is
AR: What?
FS: this smell could only be
FS: gran grans cookies
AR: Yay! :D
FS: shea i am going to have to go right now
FS: it is urgent
AR: Alright, bye!
FS: farewell
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- Spoiler:
- HH: Arre you all rright?
SP: Si-mul-tan-e-ous-ly in-fur-i-a-ted and frus-tra-ted and con-fused.
HH: Carre to elaborrate?
SP: I spoke with the Knight, and with the Guide as well.
SP: I pre-sume the Knight point-ed her in my dir-ec-tion, as I have spo-ken with none of the o-thers yet.
HH: I thought you only wanted to trry to contact one of them. Did you change yourr mind?
HH: Ah.
HH: I prresume this went badly?
SP: The Knight-s dis-cus-sion, yes.
HH: She was not rreceptive?
SP: She seems to have a pen-chant for ask-ing all the ques-tions I can-not ans-wer.
HH: Uncooperrative, then.
SP: Some-what.
SP: She seemed ea-ger to re-cieve in-struc-tion, at first.
SP: But ap-par-ent-ly did not pos-sess a-ny in-ter-est in my sug-gest-ed paths of ac-tion.
HH: Which werre?
SP: That for now she should fo-cus on pre-par-ing her-self for the jour-ney a-head, e-quip-ping her-self pro-per-ly and see-ing to build-ing up the Scribe-s hive.
HH: But those arre the most sensible choices forr now.
SP: She seemed more in-ter-est-ed in know-ing e-vents from the fu-ture.
HH: Perrhaps she just wanted a futurre rreferrence to strrategize?
SP: She asked if they would be suc-cess-ful, and what ac-tions she would take.
HH: Why did she ask if they would be successful? She shouldn't know that we can see that farr.
SP: Ah.
SP: I may have mis-ta-ken-ly let slip that we pos-sess that ca-pa-bil-i-ty.
HH: I see.
HH: This may complicate things.
SP: Yes.
HH: Beyond rrepairr?
SP: I do not think so.
HH: Small forrtunes.
SP: Though, from what the Guide has said, there may be much more to hu-mans and their cul-ture than we per-cieved.
HH: Oh?
SP: Ap-par-ent-ly they are ver-y un-like us ex-cept in ba-sic ap-pear-ance.
HH: How so?
SP: Bi-o-lo-gi-cal ar-ci-tects that can re-de-sign a-na-to-my, and a ca-pa-bil-i-ty to pro-cess in-for-ma-tion through some mode of li-quid os-mo-sis.
SP: None of it makes much sense to me. I was go-ing to give it to Glen-ys for stu-dy.
HH: And you'rre cerrtain of this?
SP: Ab-so-lute-ly not. I know no-thing of this sort of thing.
SP: From look-ing at them I pre-sumed them to be not too un-like us.
HH: I'll admit, this seems a bit differrent frrom what I had obserrved.
SP: You have had more time at ex-am-in-ing them than I.
HH: Lygarra, have you noticed that they rremoved gullible frrom the verrnacularr lexicon rrecently?
SP: What do you-
-- spectralPsiren [SP] facepalms --
HH: I think you may want to be carreful just what you believe. You may want to crross-check with Glenys.
HH: She can prrobably tell you morre surrely than I, but verrifying with the Guide might help. Perrhaps the Knight as well, if she still wishes to speak to you.
SP: Pro-bab-ly wise.
SP: It can-not hurt to ask, I sup-pose.
HH: I'm not so surre of that.
HH: That did not seem like a happy converrsation frrom wherre I was sitting.
SP: Well, it was some-what com-pli-ca-ted by the cir-cum-stan-ces.
SP: The Knight was less in-formed of the na-ture of S-grub and its cos-mic con-se-quen-ces than I had ex-pec-ted.
HH: Was the squeaking dirrected at the Knight orr the Guide?
SP: What?
HH: Yourr rreactions arre not as subtle as you like to think.
SP: Which re-ac-tions in par-ti-cul-ar?
HH: The ones involving high-pitched noises rreminiscent of small furrrred crreaturres.
SP: I know what a squeak is.
HH: I should say so.
HH: I was morre wonderring why you werre demonstrrating that.
SP: Pro-bab-ly dur-ing the dis-cus-sion with the Guide.
HH: What prrecisely did she say?
SP: Bey-ond what I al-rea-dy de-scribed?
SP: Well, I gave up try-ing to fol-low her speech pat-terns and set-tled on ta-king re-cord as she ad-vised. Here.
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] reads --
HH: Have we any soporr?
SP: In the co-coons, why?
HH: ...
HH: Neverr mind.
HH: Who volunteerred to assist herr?
SP: It-s in-com-pre-hen-si-ble, for the most part.
SP: Guil-la.
HH: Lygarra.
HH: Don't warrn him.
HH: This should prrove highly enterrtaining.
SP: Con-si-der-ing the rest of us have is-sues with time-lines...
SP: Oh.
SP: That is cruel.
HH: You'rre smiling.
SP: I can-not help it.
HH: Look at it this way.
HH: He may stop yelling at everryone herre forr a time.
SP: We will prob-ab-ly still hear him.
HH: Prrobably?
SP: We might go back to the Lands.
HH: It wouldn't hurrt.
HH: Therre is much to mine that I did not fully explorre.
SP: Like-wise.
SP: I think I will in-qui-re of the Knight once more be-fore I con-si-der trav-el-ing a-gain.
HH: As you wish.
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-- spectralPsiren [SP] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 23:09 --
- Spoiler:
- SP: Hel-lo a-gain.
HH: oh, hello.
SP: Might I in-qui-re, are you fam-il-iar with the Guide at all?
HH: who?
SP: The ex-ci-ta-ble one who us-es bright orange text.
HH: oh, you mean joan.
SP: Yes.
HH: why are you calling her a guide now?
SP: That is her title.
SP: *ti-tle
SP: The Guide of Time.
HH: i'd frankly be terrified to let her guide me through an empty room.
SP: The game has a knack for fit-ting play-ers with ti-tles that do not seem fit-ting at first glance.
HH: ...you put her in charge of time?
SP: I did not.
SP: S-grub did.
HH: look, joan's my friend and all, and i care about her, but that...
SP: Or S-burb in your case I sup-pose.
HH: so this game's intelligence really is artificial.
SP: Well.
SP: Have you spo-ken to a bold-ly speak-ing green-text u-ser?
HH: not to my knowledge.
SP: I see.
HH: should i have?
SP: I do not know who he has spo-ken to, o-ther than the Guide.
SP: But he would be our coun-ter-part to her.
SP: So I shared your ques-tion-ing of the game-s judge-ment.
HH: he procrastinates like mad, too?
SP: Quite the op-po-site.
SP: Al-ways in a rush.
HH: how is that a problem?
HH: oh.
SP: Re-gard-less.
SP: She con-tact-ed me, and we had a ra-ther...
SP: Un-u-su-al dis-cus-sion.
SP: Is she known for ra-ther ob-tuse com-men-tar-y?
HH: pardon?
SP: It is hard to ex-plain.
HH: oh.
HH: sounds about right.
SP: Most of what she told me seems il-log-i-cal.
SP: But I know lit-tle of your spe-cies.
HH: joan is artist. minds are her medium.
SP: OH.
HH: unfortunately for us.
SP: Oh I see.
SP: Well now I feel all the more fool-ish.
HH: what did she tell you?
SP: Sev-er-al things.
SP: Most-ly re-gard-ing un-us-u-al mat-ters of your phy-si-ol-o-gy that were un-fam-il-iar to me and now I be-lieve may have been fab-ri-ca-ted for a-muse-ment at my ex-pense.
HH: sounds about right.
SP: Is this com-mon par-lance for hu-man con-ver-sa-tion?
HH: that depends on whether we're calling joan either common or human today.
SP: I see.
HH: how many innuendos did she make?
SP: Inn-
SP: Is THAT what all that was?
HH: knowing her?
HH: more than likely.
SP: Oh dear.
SP: Ah.
SP: Well.
HH: came on a bit strong, hm?
SP: In ret-ro-spect, per-haps yes...
HH: i meant her.
SP: As did I.
SP: I sim-ply did not re-al-ize it at the time of the in-i-tial dis-cus-sion.
SP: Well.
SP: Thank you for your as-sis-tance.
HH: not a problem.
HH: um.
HH: i have no idea what i'm supposed to call you.
SP: Oh.
SP: My ap-ol-o-gies.
SP: My name is Ly-ga-ra.
HH: Ly-ga-ra or Lygara?
SP: It is the same is it not?
HH: sorry, i know a lot of people who hyphenate their names.
SP: Oh.
SP: No, that is just the way I type.
HH: ah.
SP: The lat-ter would be the pro-per spel-ling un-der nor-mal cir-cum-stan-ces.
HH: well, then, it's nice to meet you, lygara.
SP: And you as well.
SP: Might I ask your name, as we are on the sub-ject?
HH: hm.
HH: how about an exchange?
HH: i give you my name, and you give me a few specifics about the game.
SP: Such as?
HH: what do i need to do?
SP: I have told you what you need to do.
HH: getting armor and weapons is kind of a given. besides that.
HH: armour*
SP: Ex-plore, and build, and travel.
SP: *tra-vel
HH: ...that's seriously the entirety of the game.
SP: No.
SP: But that is what is a-vail-a-ble to you for now.
SP: There is much much more bey-ond that, but that is far a-head of you.
HH: is that really all you can give me?
SP: For now.
HH: i suppose it'll do.
HH: i'm eris.
SP: Pleased to make your ac-quain-tance.
HH: i should get to that exploring and whatnot, then.
SP: Of course.
SP: Un-til next, Er-is.
HH: until next.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] ceased pestering spectralPsiren [SP] at 23:55 --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Fri Dec 02, 2011 6:35 am
Shea: Read Twilight.Oblivion wrote:AR: You should have gone in! I wouldn't mind. :)
FS: ~Yes because it is totally normal for someone to enter a sleeping girl's room
FS: ~Though I suppose there are some of those girls who find it romantic
AR: Heheh.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Oblivion Fri Dec 02, 2011 4:54 pm
Sparky wrote:Shea: Read Twilight.Oblivion wrote:AR: You should have gone in! I wouldn't mind. :)
FS: ~Yes because it is totally normal for someone to enter a sleeping girl's room
FS: ~Though I suppose there are some of those girls who find it romantic
AR: Heheh.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Face Sat Dec 03, 2011 11:19 pm
These were apparently never posted so I'll post them.
Matt and Shea first conversation:
-- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] at 19:18 --
Matt and Sigrun first conversation:
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] at 20:14 --
EDIT: New one. Matt and Joan first conversation.
-- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
Matt and Shea first conversation:
-- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering amazonaReveille [AR] at 19:18 --
- Spoiler:
- FS: ~Shea?
FS: ~Are you still awake?
AR: Present!
FS: ~Good
AR: I think so.
AR: That might just be the sugar talking though :D
FS: ~Shea...
FS: ~Don't tell me you are indulging in massive amounts of sugar to stay awake right now
AR: Okay, I won't. :)
FS: ~Good to know
FS: ~So does that mean you're still up for the game?
AR: Yep. I'm set to stay up for a few hours at least. ^_^
AR: When do we begin?
FS: ~Well the thing is
FS: ~If it's too late for you, we can wait
AR: Nah, I'm alright. :D
FS: ~I completely forgot to keep the timezones in mind
FS: ~Are you sure?
AR: I have absolutely zero plans tomorrow. It's the day before Christmas so my parents and aunt are still working, but I'm out of school so I'm home doing nothing.
AR: I can sleep in until noon if I need just fine.
AR: ;)
FS: ~Well, all right
FS: ~We'll be starting soon
FS: ~I just need to make sure everyone is ready
AR: Alright.
AR: Eris gave me the game order, so I'm going to have to sit waiting anyway.
FS: ~It shouldn't be too long
FS: ~As long as we do things according to plan, you'll be playing with the rest of us in no time
AR: Awesome.
FS: ~Just try not to force yourself to stay awake though
FS: ~If you fall asleep, nobody will hold it aginst you
AR: I don't think I could go to sleep right now if I tried! :D
FS: ~Great
FS: ~Though that also worries me
FS: ~I'd rather not experience one of your sugar rushes
AR: >_>
AR: <_<
FS: ~Shea?
FS: ~How much sugar have you had?
AR: Um...
AR: I'm on my second glass of tea, I've had a cupcake and three cookies and half a glass of milk. I haven't opened the Pepsi yet.
AR: Oh and there was the baklava earlier.
FS: ~Baklava?
AR: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baklava
AR: It's soooooo gooooood
FS: ~It um
FS: ~Looks good
FS: ~Right, so I think it might be good to start very soon now
AR: Okay!
FS: ~Which means I should go talk to one of the others
FS: ~Have you heard anything from them yet?
AR: Just Eris, though Joan's on and I need to get back to her. I think someone needs to wake Evan up.
FS: ~Why? Is he still asleep?
AR: He's not online...
FS: ~Isn't it the afternoon for him?
AR: Should be!
FS: ~Maybe his cousin is giving him trouble again
AR: Maybe.
FS: ~I better save him for last then
FS: ~I suppose I'll go speak with Joan
AR: Alright.
FS: ~Though I would rather leave her to Eris
AR: Whatever works :)
FS: ~But being leader means I have to check on everyone, unfortunately
FS: ~I will speak with you later, Shea
FS: Don't exert yourself
AR: Alright, good luck :D
AR: Don't worry about me, I have enough to last all night :D
FS: ~You might want to
FS: ~Never mind, do what you will
FS: ~Farewell
AR: Bye!
-- facelessSchemer [FS] ceased pestering amazonaReveille [AR] at 19:38 --
Matt and Sigrun first conversation:
-- hibernalHawkshaw [HH] began pestering facelessSchemer [FS] at 20:14 --
- Spoiler:
- HH: Good day, Seerr.
FS: ~Seerr?
FS: ~Who are you?
HH: A fellow playerr of Sgrrub.
FS: ~You mean Sburb?
HH: Yes.
HH: My verrsion had a differrent title, it seems.
FS: ~Are you sure Sgrub wasn't one of those lame bargain bin rip-offs?
HH: I am fairrly cerrtain.
HH: It did, afterr all, brring my parrty to the Veil.
FS: ~To the what?
HH: A rring of meteorrs beyond Prrospit and Derrse but not quite to the Grreen Sun.
FS: ~That answers one question, but only raises more
HH: How so?
FS: ~Well to start with
FS: ~I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about
HH: Oh.
HH: It seems I may have jumped the gun a bit.
HH: My apologies.
FS: ~Apology accepted
FS: ~Now would you mind telling me who you are exactly?
HH: I am one of those who crreated yourr univerrse.
FS: ~Good to know
FS: ~So you're a god?
HH: I suppose that's the technical terrm forr it.
FS: ~An omniscient force beyond my comprehension?
HH: A luckless fool who stumbled into a position of extrreme rresponsibility.
FS: ~Sounds like there's a tragic story behind that
HH: I would say it depends on yourr perrspective.
HH: Perrsonally, I don't feel ourr storry is finished yet. I can't yet call it a trragedy.
FS: ~That's disappointing
FS: ~So why are you pestering me?
HH: I wish to offerr aid.
HH: My companions and I have been thrrough the game you arre about to play.
FS: ~So you're going to give us a walktrhough?
HH: It is quite difficult and unforrgiving at times.
HH: I can't, unforrtunately.
FS: ~I'll admit, that sounds handy
HH: Each session is differrent. Verry differrent.
FS: ~So you can't help us
HH: I can advise you.
HH: I can't give you specifics.
FS: ~So you'll be like an annoying fairy and give us tips?
HH: Fairries arre harrdly annoying.
HH: But yes, if that is how you wish to phrrase it.
FS: ~Are you kidding?
FS: ~Fairies are weird perky floating...things
FS: ~And they all have high-pitched voices
FS: ~How do you not find that annoying?
HH: I suppose this is a culturral differrence.
HH: Interresting.
FS: ~Well, I'm not sure if we'll really require your help
FS: ~We have someone who can help us already
HH: Do you?
FS: ~Yes, a friend of mine
FS: ~No offense to you
HH: None taken.
FS: ~But I would place my trust in him
HH: I was simply unawarre that therre was anyone else in contact with you that had extensive knowledge about the game.
FS: ~From what I can tell, he knows a lot about it
HH: Is he one of the otherr playerrs?
FS: ~No, actually
FS: ~He's sitting this game out
HH: I see...
HH: Arre you cerrtain he knows the game as well as you say he does?
FS: ~He's the one who told me about it
FS: ~So I don't exactly doubt his knowledge
HH: So he is awarre that Sgrrub destrroys the planet?
FS: ~What
FS: ~What do you mean by that?
HH: I'm sorrrry, I thought I was being clearr.
FS: ~I understood what you said
FS: ~But I don't know what you mean by it
HH: By destrroying the planet?
FS: ~Yes, how is it destroyed?
HH: RRenderred incapable of sustaining its currrrent population.
HH: Wiped clean of all intelligent societies.
HH: RRegrressed to a darrk age.
HH: Sacrrificed to a grreaterr purrpose.
HH: RReturrned to a prrehistorric state.
HH: Sees its population rrenderred null.
FS: ~I get the picture
HH: Sorrrry, I seem to have gone on a tangent.
FS: ~So let me get this straight
FS: ~This game destroys the planet?
FS: ~OUR planet?
HH: No.
FS: ~But you just said it did
HH: Its installation dirrectly coincides with the alrready in-prrogrress destrruction of yourr planet.
HH: The game prreserrves a verry small sampling of the dominant species.
FS: ~Oh okay
FS: ~Now it all makes sense
HH: I'm glad.
HH: I had initially thought you would dismiss this as senseless rraving.
FS: ~Oh don't worry about that
FS: ~I am taking you as seriously as I need to right now
FS: ~I will go tell my friends that the game is off and we'll save the planet
FS: ~That sound good?
HH: I think you misunderrstand me.
FS: ~No, I'm sure I understand you perfectly
FS: ~You're obviously trolling me
HH: Of courrse.
HH: That is how Trrollian worrks.
FS: ~At least you're honest about
FS: ~Trrollian?
HH: My chat client.
HH: What is yourrs called?
FS: ~There's a chat client specifically for trolls?
HH: Well, yes.
HH: Just as therre is one specifically forr humans.
FS: ~Okay
FS: ~Who put you up to this
FS: ~Was it Eris?
HH: Who is Erris?
FS: ~This better not be another lame birthday present
HH: Birrthday?
HH: Oh, it's yourr wrriggling day.
FS: ~That is not the same thing
HH: It seems the closest equivalent.
FS: ~That's not even a real day
HH: It most cerrtainly is!
FS: ~Look, I was willing to take you seriously at first
FS: ~But now you're just being a troll
HH: Yes.
HH: I can't prrecisely help that.
FS: ~You can try
HH: I don't think trrying would rrectify ourr differrences in species.
FS: ~Yeah, I don't have time for this
FS: ~I have business to take care of
HH: Yes.
HH: The game.
HH: The game I am trrying to help you with.
FS: ~I will gladly accept your help when you decide to be less of a troll
FS: ~But for now, I'm done speaking with you
HH: Um.
HH: That is a bit offensive, if you don't mind my saying so.
HH: You don't see me complaining that you'rre a human.
FS: ~I hate it to break it to you
FS: ~But you're one too
HH: Not last I checked.
FS: ~Then talk to me when you are
FS: ~Goodbye
-- facelessSchemer [FS] ceased pestering hibernalHawkshaw [HH] at 21:03 --
HH: That actually went betterr than anticipated.
EDIT: New one. Matt and Joan first conversation.
-- facelessSchemer [FS] began pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
- Spoiler:
- FS: ~Joan, are you available?
MT: I'm always available for you, babe.
MT: ;)
FS: ~I would like to keep this as short as humanly possible
FS: ~Are you still on for the game today?
MT: Oooh, why would you do that?
FS: ~Do what?
MT: Yes, of course I'm still up and on for it.
MT: Make this short.
FS: ~Because sometimes our conversations can leave my head on the desk
MT: Well that sounds like a personal problem.
FS: ~I'd like to not have a concussion today
FS: ~If by personal, you mean easily aggravated on a personal level, then yes
MT: But I love spending time with my best buds, and you are one of them. ):
FS: ~And you are mine, Joan
FS: ~You just
MT: <3
FS: ~Get a little crazy sometimes
MT: ...
MT: <2
FS: ~And then I lose the handle of our conversation
MT: You just need some more practice keeping up, is all.
MT: Don't worry; it happens to everybody.
FS: ~I've gathered
MT: You'll get over it.
FS: ~Back on topic, you are aware of the player order, correct?
MT: And then one day we can both ride magical rainbow narwhals through space and we'll completely understand everything that led up to that point.
FS: ~Focus
MT: Back on topic, vaguely.
MT: Mind expanding on it?
FS: ~The order in which we play the game was decided as
FS: ~I am the first
MT: Of course.
FS: ~Eris is second, Rick is third, you are fourth, Shea is fifth, and Evan is last
FS: ~I trust that works for you
MT: If it didn't, would it make a difference?
FS: ~I appreciate any input as to how I could better our experience
FS: ~But no, not really
MT: Didn't think so.
FS: ~Speaking of which, I ahve decided that I should be our team leader
MT: Hmmmm
MT: Do you have a special leader outfit?
FS: ~What do you mean "special leader outfit"?
FS: ~Is there such a thing?
MT: Any brave and fearless leader deserves a completely amazing special leader uniform.
FS: ~I have an old costume I intended for the use of roleplays, would that work?
MT: Is it an actual uniform?
FS: ~It is the cloak of an enigmatic sorcerer, whose allegiance is known only to him and waits amongst the shadows while guiding the heroes to victory through secret
FS: ~So it's more of a shitty outfit my younger self loved
FS: ~I don't know why I still have it
MT: Well if it's just a cloak, that's pretty cool too.
FS: ~It is a cloak with a hood
FS: ~For extra mystery
MT: You should probably get an actual uniform someday, though.
FS: ~What would you suggest?
MT: Chicks dig a man in uniform. Truefax.
MT: Hmmmm.
FS: ~I would like to state, for the record, I am not interested in your female opinion of me
MT: I'm not sure what kinds of uniform would compliment your build the most, offhand.
MT: I'm sure you'd think differently once you have a uniform on and I'm just swooooooooooooooning over you. ;D
FS: ~Yes, because I am totally the most handsome devil the three of you women have ever laid eyes on
FS: ~That was sarcasm, by the way
MT: You realize that you don't have to be the most absolutely perfect attractive to have ladies swooning all over you.
FS: ~That is what novels have told me
FS: ~Diamond skin, moody demeanor, perfect hair
MT: Well those are shitty novels.
MT: Stop reading harlequin romances.
FS: ~Never
FS: ~They are glorious in the tragedy they present
FS: ~They are a reflection of every teenage girl's unattainable desires and set them up for the greatest disappointment in their meaningless lives
FS: ~It is so magical
MT: And then hundreds of books about disillusionment spawned and became classics because they were so special and different.
MT: 19th century hipster literature.
FS: ~Yes! It is the tragic reflection of society!
FS: ~We as people are slowly succumbing to these stories and allowing ourselves to believe them as timeless and romantic!
MT: So it sounds like you have a thesis already written up.
FS: ~I may be working on something
FS: ~But that is not the subject right now
MT: Something being an actual thesis or like something else?
FS: ~Does it matter?
MT: Yes
MT: Yes it does.
FS: ~You would mock me regardless
MT: Not necessarily.
FS: ~Are you implying you would actually be interested in my writings?
MT: I'm interested enough to know what they're about.
MT: Or to want to know, rather.
FS: ~They are about the melancholy of life, about the bitterness we feel every day, about how the true meaning of the world is tragedy
FS: ~Basic stuff
MT: Hmmmm
MT: Sounds pretty grim.
FS: ~It is incredibly grim
FS: ~Unspeakably even
FS: ~Which is why I am going to get back to the subject at hand so I can wrap this up
FS: ~You do have your copy of the game, yes?
MT: Yes, but, how are they unspeakably grim?
MT: I do not understand.
FS: ~Meaning I cannot speak of it
FS: ~That is the definition of unspeakable
MT: But why?
FS: ~Because they're
MT: Is it just TOO grim, do you fear for my virgin ears?
FS: ~No, it's not that
FS: ~It's more because
FS: ~I may have, uh, neglected to write anything down yet
FS: ~But they are ideas! And they will take shape!
MT: Well how long have you had those ideas in your head?
FS: ~I do not really wish to speak of it, Joan
FS: ~It's a touchy subject
MT: Alright, hon.
FS: ~Thank you
MT: I was just asking because if you've had something like that cooking in your head for a significant amount of with nary a word written down, perhaps you should seek an alternate method of getting your ideas out?
FS: ~Such as?
MT: Either way, though, I will not press the issue.
MT: Oh, well, it would depend on why you'd be setting out to write something in first place. If it's to convery an idea to people, then it will be very different than if it's to purge an emotion.
FS: ~If it is a mixture of both?
MT: Then it would have to be presented in a way that's like both, but also completely unique from either.
FS: ~I do not follow
MT: For example, if it were just to purge emotion, then I generally find that talking to people really helps. That, and drawing, though that's because it's my medium of choice. For you, I guess writing seems to be what you would use the most, so you could purge it via writing, I guess. I'm no expert on that myself, though.
MT: On the other hand, if I aim to convery a specific idea to people, then I try to think about how I can use my medium of choice to get them to understand what I'm thinking, through the concepts I use.
MT: That's pretty vague but I'm not too sure myself about how to put it into words.
FS: ~I suppose that makes sense
FS: ~I shall keep your advice in mind
MT: So I guess I should say
MT: If there's ever a time when you need to talk about something important
MT: I'm all ears.
MT: If ever you do end up beginning that writing
MT: Best of luck.
MT: :)
FS: ~Thank you, Joan
FS: ~That actually makes me feel a little happy to hear you say that
MT: Anytime.
FS: ~Right then
FS: ~I am afraid I should take my leave now
MT: Work work?
FS: ~I have yet to speak to Rick and Evan about the game
FS: ~Being a leader is very demanding
MT: Good luck with Evan, I guess. I don't even think he's up now.
FS: ~He'll be up soon, I have a feeling
FS: ~I do not think he would miss a chance to participate in this game
MT: True.
FS: ~I shall speak with you again later, Joan
MT: Alright.
MT: See you around, brave leader!
FS: ~Farewell
-- facelessSchemer [FS] ceased pestering mercilessTango [MT] --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by MessiahForHire Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:36 am
That was not a conversation I expected to happen.
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by MessiahForHire Sun Dec 04, 2011 7:22 pm
-- taciturnMercenary [TM] began pestering hyperactiveHistorian [HH] at 16:40 --
- Spoiler:
- TM: Greetings, creature.
HH: hello?
TM: Might I ask the Name of your Species?
HH: do you want the general name or the scientific name?
TM: Both, preferably.
HH: might i ask why?
TM: No.
HH: then might i ask the same question of you?
TM: Perhaps.
HH: might i expect an answer?
TM: Perhaps.
HH: hm.
TM: I might answer after you have Answered mine.
HH: see, the thing is that i'm not entirely sure that you need my answer.
HH: from where i'm standing, unless great technological leaps have been made, you already know the answer.
TM: And yet I Do Not.
HH: so i'm just wondering if this is an elaborate roleplay or some sort of sociology assignment.
TM: It is Neither.
TM: It is legitimate Scientific Curiosity.
HH: or the unspoken option three.
TM: Only if the Option Three is Scientific Curiosity, and desire to Learn about a New Species.
HH: i am going to say sure.
TM: Well then, is that Sufficient Reason to provide me with An Answer?
HH: all right, i'll humour you, though i'm pretty sure you'd have encountered your own species name at some point.
HH: humans, formally homo sapiens
TM: Thank you, but I am not a member of Your Species.
HH: really, now.
TM: I am Not.
TM: I am a proud member of the Troll species.
HH: you're a troll.
HH: okay.
TM: I Am.
HH: i had rather figured that, to be frank.
TM: You had?
HH: yes.
TM: I was not aware that you knew of my Species.
HH: more of a subculture or mindset in my experience.
TM: Then you are clearly Mistaken.
HH: if you say so.
TM: Would you mind if I asked more about you Humans?
HH: perhaps.
TM: Are you an Average member of your species?
HH: that would depend entirely on how you define average.
TM: I mean that in the sense that you are not Overly Abnormal.
HH: again, that depends on your definition.
TM: How many Humans would you say are Similar to You?
HH: what do you mean by similar?
HH: it's an overly broad field.
HH: do you mean in terms of physical size, interests, personality?
TM: For example...
TM: Are Humans generally the Same Size you are?
HH: i'm a bit small for my age.
TM: How much Smaller are you than the Average?
HH: enough.
TM: Define "Enough".
HH: a sufficient amount to raise my ire, thank you.
TM: That does not Answer my Question.
HH: why do you capitalize like that?
TM: Emphasis.
TM: Why do You type That Way?
HH: habit.
TM: I see.
TM: You have not yet Answered my Question.
HH: indeed.
HH: i'm not exactly sure what you need.
TM: I am merely Interested in your Human Physiology.
HH: suppose we make this quid pro quo.
HH: i answer yours, and you answer mine.
TM: That is Acceptable.
HH: all right.
HH: i suppose i'm about five to ten cm below average.
TM: Is this the Average for your Age, or for a Fully Grown Human?
HH: my turn.
HH: you say you aren't human. as far as i am aware, humans are the only sapient species on earth.
HH: am i incorrect?
TM: You are Not Incorrect.
HH: hm.
HH: for your question, i think both, depending.
TM: I am Not Sure what you mean by Depending.
HH: depending on when you get your visit from the puberty fairy.
TM: Ah.
HH: you aren't from earth. where are you from?
TM: Alternia.
HH: not familiar with that one.
TM: What are the Strange Creatures that are in your Residence?
HH: what strange creatures?
TM: The other Living Things there. One appears to be Smaller than yourself, and the other is Larger, but appears to be Human as well. Am I incorrect in assuming this is an Adult Human?
HH: oh.
HH: no, you're right.
HH: that would be my sister and my dog.
TM: Dog?
HH: yes.
HH: where is alternia?
TM: I do not think I can Provide an Adequate Response. I cannot offer an Exact set of Absolute Coordinates, and it Cannot be measured Relative to Either of our Positions.
HH: so definitely not in our solar system, and probably not in the rest of the milky way.
TM: All I can say is that it is Within My Universe, which is somewhere Within all of Paradox Space.
HH: i see.
TM: It is not in Your Universe.
HH: ah.
TM: Why are your Sister and your Dog in your Residence?
HH: because her name's on the deed, and he's my pet.
HH: if you aren't from this universe, what brings you here?
TM: I am Bored.
TM: What is a Pet?
HH: an animal i take care of.
HH: are trolls similar to humans at all?
TM: We seem to have a Similar Body Structure, with Certain Differences. I do not know if there is Anything that is all that Similar in our Behaviour or Cuture, however.
HH: i'd agree with that.
HH: how did you not know what a pet was?
TM: Trolls do not have the Concept of Taking Care Of an animal. On Alternia, Everything is considered Unsuspecting Prey by Everything Else. Living with anything that is Not one's Guardian is Very Dangerous.
HH: interesting.
TM: Is it Normal for Humans to live with Another Human?
HH: yes.
TM: Weird.
HH: well, in my case, i suppose it is a bit.
TM: Oh?
HH: young humans typically live with their parents. i live with my sister.
TM: And your Ancestry is so easy to Trace?
HH: what do you mean?
TM: It is Basically Impossible for a Troll to track the Individuals who Donated their Genetic Material.
HH: why is that?
TM: Because Imperial Drones take the Genetic Material from Trolls, and bring that to the Mother Grub.
HH: that's certainly different from how it's done here.
TM: Could you explain how Humans Breed, then?
HH: i could...
TM: Will you?
HH: um.
HH: does alternia have mammals?
TM: Answer my Question.
TM: Quid Pro Quo.
HH: i am clarifying your pre-knowledge to affirm my answer.
TM: I see.
TM: Yes
HH: also, you've skipped a few turns.
HH: humans are mammals. question answered.
HH: how is troll society structured, since it seems to be so different from human society?
TM: Alternian Society is an Empire.
TM: How is Earth Society structured?
HH: depends on the country.
HH: how is the empire structured?
TM: I'm not sure I Understand what you are Asking
HH: is there a sort of class hierarchy?
TM: Ah.
TM: There is.
TM: The Sea Dwellers are at the very Top, with all Land Dwellers below them. The Sea Dwellers and Land Dwellers are all in Separate Classes based on their Blood Colour.
HH: and you can tell someone's class on sight?
TM: If they Display their Sign.
HH: wait.
HH: sea dwellers?
TM: Yes. There are Trolls that are Capable of living in our Oceans, Underwater.
HH: very different from humans, then.
TM: So what is the Social Structure of Humans in Your Region?
HH: do you mean government-wise or lower-level social strata?
TM: Both.
HH: i live in a constitutional monarchy. society is stratified based more on economic class.
HH: so, what colours fall where?
TM: Those in the Lowest Class are Redbloods. The Highest of Land Dwellers have Indigo Blood. Between them, in order, are Orange-, Yellow-, Green-, and Bluebloods.
TM: So are the differences in Ecenomic Class very Obvious?
HH: yes and no. you can't always tell by looking.
HH: where would you fall?
TM: I am a Sea Dweller. I am not The Highest of Sea Dwellers, but I am certainly Above the Lowest of Us.
HH: i see.
TM: What are General Relations between Humans of Different Classes?
HH: typically very casual, and it depends on how well you know the person.
HH: what did you mean by sign?
TM: Every Blood Colour has an Alphabet of Signs to Choose From.
TM: Once a Troll is ready, they Select one of these Signs to adopt as Their Own.
TM: So does class not have much bearing on your society on an individual level? Does that mean there are often cases of someone of Very High Ecenomic Class consorting and Being Friendly with those of a Much Lower Class?
HH: yep.
HH: are there often instances of your highbloods interacting with your lowbloods?
TM: Not on Friendly Terms.
TM: Where are you in this Class System?
HH: somewhere in the middle.
HH: how did you find my chumhandle?
TM: I got it from Someone I Know.
TM: So do Humans all look Like You, with Similar Shape, Colouring, and Proportions?
HH: not remotely.
HH: would i know this someone you know?
TM: That would depend on if they had Spoken To You or only Noted your Tag to me.
TM: And if they had done it Before Now For You.
TM: Or Will Do It.
HH: that doesn't make any sense.
TM: So how do Human Body Types Vary?
HH: by size, shape, and colour.
HH: was it a human or a troll?
TM: Yes.
TM: So what are the Ranges for the Sizes, Shapes, and Colours?
HH: it varies.
HH: was it joan?
TM: Apparently not.
TM: Would you be More Specific with your Previous Response?
HH: no.
TM: Well, that is Rather Uncooperative of you.
HH: well, colour me wary.
HH: you're very committed to this.
TM: To Being Sincere?
TM: If you Say So.
HH: if it wasn't someone i know that put you up to this, how did you know i had a sister?
TM: And now that you are Refusing to Answer Questions, I have No Motivation to be Cooperative With You.
HH: you've barely answered mine.
HH: now, i think i
HH: *now, i think i've been more than accommodating to your game here.
TM: Barely? I have Answered all your Previous Questions with Utmost Directness and Honesty.
TM: This is No Game.
HH: but i've been skimming over this, and i never mentioned anyone being home with me until you brought it up.
HH: i just want to know how you twigged to that.
TM: Okay.
TM: Good Luck, then.
-- hyperactiveHistorian [HH] blocked taciturnMercenary --
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Re: OOC Thread: shit. lets be psychic (Chatlogs and memos)
by Sparky Sun Dec 04, 2011 7:40 pm
I pretty much picture Eris paying almost zero attention to most of what Glenys says, since she's pretty sure she's a harmless delusional...and then realizing what's wrong with the situation.
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