@Majoras End Thank you for volunteering! I do appreciate it. It always happens when I make an RP, IRL comes and kicks me in the teeth.
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Hey all! I'm back from my crazy work weekend. I'll begin working on a post ASAP.
One thing, I was wondering if anyone would be willing to take up the mantle of Co-GM for this RP? I have a few work responsibilities and while I am committed to continuing this RP, I would feel better having someone who can help pick up the slack when IRL comes calling for my attention.
One thing, I was wondering if anyone would be willing to take up the mantle of Co-GM for this RP? I have a few work responsibilities and while I am committed to continuing this RP, I would feel better having someone who can help pick up the slack when IRL comes calling for my attention.
@EchoicChamber Everyone in general. I meant it to come across as comically losing his patience, like the guy throwing a party who has to keep answering the door over and over and over.
@All: Post is up! I want to be clear: if you don't want to have action-y bits and came to write mostly dramatic bits, you are welcome to stay away from the mission to do so. I want to facilitate both kinds of play if possible.
I will be working all weekend, but will be online to answer plot questions OOC and IC today for a few more hours. In the meantime, feel free to make any "gearing up" posts you'd like!
I will be working all weekend, but will be online to answer plot questions OOC and IC today for a few more hours. In the meantime, feel free to make any "gearing up" posts you'd like!
The Ringmaster does not have time for a shower before the group arrives. He wishes he did. But all things considered, some members of this merry gathering have seen him covered in substantially worse substances than pigeon droppings- all in pursuit of the defeat of daemonkind, of course.
"Good evening one and all," he says as more and more of the group approach his own tent. He steps out of the silken curtains at the rear of his tent. "Come inside. Take tea. And Jezzabell, @Cherrywitch you should know that while I'm capable of many stupendous feats in this world, control over which flocks of birds are closest is not something I have. Hence the Canada Goose attacks of '85. Spent damn near a whole night clearing the grounds when all I wanted was for the brutes to spread the word we were having a rain night!"
Without pausing to wait for the others, the Ringmaster raises his tea kettle and begins pouring into one cup after another. He raises his voice, practically shouting. "Octus, @Tenslashsix just the man this gang would need tonight! Come inside. Bring Aurelia @VerusEbullio with you, please?" To himself, the Ringmaster almost grumbles beneath his breath, "Lucky one that you are. It's long since time you remembered what happened to Michael..."
As he says it, the Ringmaster reaches beneath the tea table and removes a small, pearl-colored object the size of a Faberge egg. He sets it gingerly into the lone empty tea cup.
"Juliet, @OppositionJ please do not apologize. If I require an apology for anything, I will tell you so. You are actually quite early by my reckoning of time. Now do come and take tea. Biscotti is where I left it last time if you are hungry. Don't drop any crumbs if you can help it. That evil pigeon may know its way back here.
"Gara @FourthKing and Luciel @Majoras End on the other hand, you are both on time. 'To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late.' But I will not hold that against either you."
For a half moment, the Ringmaster pauses in place. Looking at Gara. Truly looking.
"Sigmund, please deposit the eight-legged friends outside, if you will." He reaches into his pants pocket, and like a common magician, begins to pull a lengthy piece of scarlet fabric from within. It cuts off in short order and the Ringmaster lifts it over his head, shimmying inside a fresh silk shirt. @EchoicChamber "My nature compels me to have a care for living creatures. I do not have to love them. And here is Dawn, last of the lovely gathering. I will say it one last time- GET INSIDE! It's time for tea!"
The Ringmaster takes his tea with two lumps of sugar, seated on a large ottoman silk cushion. He observes the human niceties of polite company, sitting and drinking after all others have been given the opportunity to do so. With that done, he reverts to business.
"Welcome to Princeton, West Virginia, everyone. A population of roughly 7,000 human souls. Give or take a few. And tonight, we deal with one who was taken."
The teacup comes to his lips again. He drinks so formally as to appear robotic for a moment.
"Michael Sarrens was a good performer. His contract signed in 1989. His lover survives with the circus, working within the house of mirrors. I have given them ample time to remain with the Circus, but unless they sign a Contract, they will be removed from the premises shortly. But that is neither here nor there. We have a debt to pay."
The Ringmaster nods at the Faberge egg on the tea cart.
"There lies all that remains of Michael Sarrens. You brought his remains to me after the events of London. Now I return them to you- without blame for what happened. You all were there. You all no doubt remember how he was bit in twain. And you all no doubt have played the scene over and over again in your minds. You will see them buried in the number 27 mine shaft north of town. But first and foremost, you will enter that mine and you will exterminate the nest of Wurm Daemons that have taken root there. Tunnelers. They've burrowed into the earth beneath the town and are eating at the residents' from beneath their feet."
He places half-full tea cup onto its saucer and looks at all those assembled.
"I will not Compel you to do this thing if you are not prepared to, however. The last thing I want is another dead Hunter to be buried after this mission. If you do not feel prepared to do this, then go to your tent, perform a night's act, and I will take your place. And any who says an unkind word about you will be asked to clean Apollo's litter box for Jezzabelle for a good month. Those of you who are ready, a few Lyfts will be waiting for you at the gates to the park. They will take you to the mines. If you've any questions, you may ask them now."
"Good evening one and all," he says as more and more of the group approach his own tent. He steps out of the silken curtains at the rear of his tent. "Come inside. Take tea. And Jezzabell, @Cherrywitch you should know that while I'm capable of many stupendous feats in this world, control over which flocks of birds are closest is not something I have. Hence the Canada Goose attacks of '85. Spent damn near a whole night clearing the grounds when all I wanted was for the brutes to spread the word we were having a rain night!"
Without pausing to wait for the others, the Ringmaster raises his tea kettle and begins pouring into one cup after another. He raises his voice, practically shouting. "Octus, @Tenslashsix just the man this gang would need tonight! Come inside. Bring Aurelia @VerusEbullio with you, please?" To himself, the Ringmaster almost grumbles beneath his breath, "Lucky one that you are. It's long since time you remembered what happened to Michael..."
As he says it, the Ringmaster reaches beneath the tea table and removes a small, pearl-colored object the size of a Faberge egg. He sets it gingerly into the lone empty tea cup.
"Juliet, @OppositionJ please do not apologize. If I require an apology for anything, I will tell you so. You are actually quite early by my reckoning of time. Now do come and take tea. Biscotti is where I left it last time if you are hungry. Don't drop any crumbs if you can help it. That evil pigeon may know its way back here.
"Gara @FourthKing and Luciel @Majoras End on the other hand, you are both on time. 'To be early is to be on time. To be on time is to be late.' But I will not hold that against either you."
For a half moment, the Ringmaster pauses in place. Looking at Gara. Truly looking.
"Sigmund, please deposit the eight-legged friends outside, if you will." He reaches into his pants pocket, and like a common magician, begins to pull a lengthy piece of scarlet fabric from within. It cuts off in short order and the Ringmaster lifts it over his head, shimmying inside a fresh silk shirt. @EchoicChamber "My nature compels me to have a care for living creatures. I do not have to love them. And here is Dawn, last of the lovely gathering. I will say it one last time- GET INSIDE! It's time for tea!"
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The Ringmaster takes his tea with two lumps of sugar, seated on a large ottoman silk cushion. He observes the human niceties of polite company, sitting and drinking after all others have been given the opportunity to do so. With that done, he reverts to business.
"Welcome to Princeton, West Virginia, everyone. A population of roughly 7,000 human souls. Give or take a few. And tonight, we deal with one who was taken."
The teacup comes to his lips again. He drinks so formally as to appear robotic for a moment.
"Michael Sarrens was a good performer. His contract signed in 1989. His lover survives with the circus, working within the house of mirrors. I have given them ample time to remain with the Circus, but unless they sign a Contract, they will be removed from the premises shortly. But that is neither here nor there. We have a debt to pay."
The Ringmaster nods at the Faberge egg on the tea cart.
"There lies all that remains of Michael Sarrens. You brought his remains to me after the events of London. Now I return them to you- without blame for what happened. You all were there. You all no doubt remember how he was bit in twain. And you all no doubt have played the scene over and over again in your minds. You will see them buried in the number 27 mine shaft north of town. But first and foremost, you will enter that mine and you will exterminate the nest of Wurm Daemons that have taken root there. Tunnelers. They've burrowed into the earth beneath the town and are eating at the residents' from beneath their feet."
He places half-full tea cup onto its saucer and looks at all those assembled.
"I will not Compel you to do this thing if you are not prepared to, however. The last thing I want is another dead Hunter to be buried after this mission. If you do not feel prepared to do this, then go to your tent, perform a night's act, and I will take your place. And any who says an unkind word about you will be asked to clean Apollo's litter box for Jezzabelle for a good month. Those of you who are ready, a few Lyfts will be waiting for you at the gates to the park. They will take you to the mines. If you've any questions, you may ask them now."
@All: Morning everyone! I'm going to begin writing a master "here is your mission" post, along with a few "for your ears only" sections for individual characters where warranted. My goal is to have it posted by 5pm. I'll give you all some time to reply before I post again within 24 hours.
I apologize if the pace of this RP is a bit on the slow side, but I'd rather be transparent about what I am posting and when, rather than have us go at a furious pace and suffer RP burnout.
A reminder, my work schedule will see me unable to post on Saturday and Sunday, though I will still check in and be able to offer quick posts from my phone if needed.
Edit: And in the spirit of keeping everyone updated, I may not be able to make the 5pm deadline. Getting bum-rushed at work right now. Will post if I can, if not, expect post by noon tomorrow.
I apologize if the pace of this RP is a bit on the slow side, but I'd rather be transparent about what I am posting and when, rather than have us go at a furious pace and suffer RP burnout.
A reminder, my work schedule will see me unable to post on Saturday and Sunday, though I will still check in and be able to offer quick posts from my phone if needed.
Edit: And in the spirit of keeping everyone updated, I may not be able to make the 5pm deadline. Getting bum-rushed at work right now. Will post if I can, if not, expect post by noon tomorrow.
@Aleranicus do you have control of the number of tabs on these threads? EX. IC OOC Etc... or is that standardized by the guild? I ask because I thought it would be nice to have a separate tab for one shot/collaborations between characters that are past events. Or for exploring the circus itself a little so as not to clutter the ICs current event style action.
Alas, that's Guild controlled :(
@All - Extending the post date by 24 more hours to give people another chance to get in their first IC.
@Aleranicus So I've got 4 hours? You really know how to make a guy panic... but I will undertake the challenge.
Apologies, but I gotta start drawing the line. But if people drop out after the "Let's see how we all write together" prologue, I'll be happy to keep a slot open for you!
@OppositionJ Tentatively Approved. LOVED the Audition :) Fully approved once you get a Connection put in!
@CollectorOfMyst Noon EST is the cutoff time.
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