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THE IC: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...rest-Checking)
THE OOC: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...cter-Profiling
AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE SCENE: WELCOME TO THE DREAM
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The Mystery of Clock Town
which coincides with
The Appearance of the Alices:
Clock Town; once a busy, bustling, and very very noisy place made in some watchmaker's dream, is now all but bereft of life, surrounded by fog, and completely silent. Every building, once gleaming brass, shining copper, or glowing silver, is now sullied with dirt and debris and in some places, rusting through. Giant parts of timepieces are everywhere; springs and gears, pendulums and clock hands, the entire movement as a whole, all large and all dead...but not for long. Not when the dream is being brought back into focus. Not with the bodies all just awakening near or even inside of the long dead Clock Town fountain. Beside these sleepers, these dreamers glint keys; marvelous, fantastic, unusual keys, too well cared for to have been part of the town before.
One was shaped as if to strengthen the arm.
Two, hinged together looked an intricate knife.
Perhaps strangest of all was a key that looked to fit a stinger.
Then, most gruesome of all was a spike that resembled a tool for lobotomies of days past.
All scattered, among a few others, near the awakening dreamers. The first to rise being a youth in military fatigues, confused, then blinking as he pressed his hands to the cold earth. He stayed this way for a whole minute almost, just staying all fours on the metallic ground, pressing and rubbing at this strange metal earth before he himself could confirm; yes, he was feeling. Not through the senses he was so familiar with, but through actual skin. Actual, human-like senses. He laughed as he sat back to stare at the foggy sky. Then, still smiling, looked over at two of the nearby keys...the ones hinged together, teeth meshed and thus resembling a toothy knife. Feeling drawn to them he thus picked them up, examined them, and hefted them in his palm as the one unit. Such was the state the other dreamers in turn would find him in; seated and examining a fancy blade.
Boredom is the Disease in which Humor is the Cure!
how should I post?
(Well, as the rules for Advanced Role Play goes...post via paragraphs. Like you're typing a story in that you're developing your character's persona and interacting with the other characters. And getting him equipped; your keys are on the ground beside you.)Originally Posted by Jamie BMKA
Boredom is the Disease in which Humor is the Cure!
(Don't forget that OoC chatter should go in the OoC thread.)
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