So, It has been about a month and I have yet to do this - Righto!
I am a 22 year old aspiring writer and academic - not in a pretentious way, I really want to study for the rest of my life. I am curious about most things - Culture, Language, art, food, music, history, science, politics, philosophy, biology, physics. I believe the best way to escape the ever looming threat of solipsism is to interact with things you know you could not have made up on your own - to confound yourself as much as possible by the seemingly impossible. I like reading as well - and I read anything that is not am outright romance - the once thing that does not interest me, and never has. And I am 22 years old! Mother stop bothering me! The only thing romance is good for is when it allows you side quests in RPG's. I tend to spend most of my salary on books, and I have an ever growing fear that when I intend to actually leave my country and travel the world, I will not be able to take my ever growing list of favorites with me. My greatest aspiration, beyond becoming a celebrated academic - is to reside somewhere in west-Europe and be able to attend opera's and concerts and understand what they are singing without subtitles or synopsi - and hopefully die one day in the middle of one of the great arias.
If you wish for me to join, let me know - I don't often peruse and might miss your prompts.
Orithius peered at the others in the room. They seemed to be talking among themselves in a candid and forward manner that made him both uneasy and curious. The conversations seemed to lack direction, coming fast and dispersing just as fast. They would ask pointless questions that made little to no sense, or questions that seemed to have answers so obvious that they barely seemed worth the effort. He tried hard no to frown at them, nodding politely when she introduced him to the others. He took one of the seats she offered him, but made sure to take the one furthest from where the group had been bounding together. Listening absentmindedly, he tapped his fingers on the table- absentmindedly repeating the main movement of the Arabesque over and over, before he realized what he was doing. He placed his hand flat on the table and closed his eyes for a moment. He envisioned his favorite coffee mug at home, currently filled and being kept warm by the coffee machine. The next moment, a small sigil on the cup glowed, before it vanished and reappeared next to his flat palm on the desk. He picked up the steaming cup and peered at the others, keeping quiet as they prattled on. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly as he took a comforting sip.
Orithius turned back to her. She seemed far to aware of his mental state. He could however feel the blush recede as his mind calmed as well. He shook her hand. While normally uncanny perceptiveness would be a dangerous aspect to have within a resource, her connections would come in handy when actually establishing the social framework he had intended to start this year. She could be a valuable asset then. "Perfect. I will have my lawyers pull up a standard service exchange contract." He smiled at her, before he started walking towards the direction he knew their class would be, walking slowly to allow her to keep up. "Naturally there will be a nondisclosure clause for the more delicate subtitles you will have to be made aware of, but I am sure we can facilitate a friendship. Normally I spend between four to six hours at my tutors in the week, but I am sure we can arrange for a bi-weekly get together to develop this friendship - on the top of my head, I think Saturday afternoons should do. Have your assistant send your schedule to mine, and we can work from there." He seemed to be in his own world, speaking candidly as he made plans for their impending friendship - looking over at her only now and then to make sure she was still following, while they made their way deeper into the building.
Dr. Marr was sat down in his laboratory - the other one, the secret one - when he heard the order muffled through the cover he had placed over the intercom system linked into the pod. The only sign that he heard it was the slightest of downturns of the left corner of his mouth - the rest of his body remaining perfectly still, his eyes hidden as the peered into the microscope. "...variant test - proto- Restriction-enzyme, set:CHISS, subset B1, Phosphodiester bond cleaving proving irregular at best, resulting in - original estimation 73% - unusable end-states, with less than 3% being viable for further testing. Conclusion: While subset has proved more stable than earlier efforts, it does not provide the results to validate further refinement at this time. Store - Continue with Subset C when culture matures." The room became quiet, as the holocron in front of him saved his findings, when he got confirmation, the sound of glass and metal clinking as he put away the samples. Getting up from his chair he rolled his neck a few times, offering little more than a sigh to the quiet room, filled with many glowing glass cylinders - in turn filled with hundreds of functioning body parts. Straightening his dark grey lab coat - he exited the room and left for the diner - making sure to lock the nondescript door behind him.
The trek offered very little in the form of distraction, as he either ignored the people he passed, or they ignored him. His stride was confident, his shoulders back, his chest and chin risen - and his hands clasped behind his back. The ridged form was only disrupted by the bored look on his light grey face. Eventually reaching the hallway that leads to ‘Valana’s Diner’ - as if a mess hall needed such sentiment wasted on it - he felt the side of his mouth turn down once more. Down came bounding the Human. Such a boring race. So easily replicable. So replaceable. The boy made a wide arc around him, and continued on.
Reaching the Diner soon after, Dr. Marr walked in with an air of indifference - heading directly to the captain where he was parked inelegantly on an inelegant piece of furniture. For effect he rose his right brow and crossed his arms in an apathetic manner. "I am busy Vikargo. As you know. What is the meaning of this?"
Orithius's eyes rose to the ceiling for a moment, as he tried to recall his schedule - before he looked down at her again, his smile not fading. "A Rosalie - Rose, either way - I hear sweetest smells tend to cloy nonetheless - like a frightened child at it's mother..." wait - that was not the quote? Right? Dammit. How did other people manage to be so charming without any effort. He had read Shakespeare too long ago, and with the stress of all of these people around him he could not even recall the most famous lines. He felt a frown grow on his face, and struggled to suppress it. "Um... I think I share the first class with you. Defense right? The one you barely pass?" Shit. Don't point out flaws in other people! "I meant - you have been struggling with it, perhaps I can help?" That is better. He closed his eyes - he could feel a small blush of frustration start to work its way up his neck. He looked away from her and scanned the crowd. This was going to be harder than he thought. "If you want - mind you." He spoke again, not looking at her, and feeling the shame of not being able to even do such a basic thing as speak to a peer effectively - reaching his ears and cheeks, turning them slightly pink as well.
@KimmiNinja - Normally I allow for at least one or two other's to post before I do again otherwise it tends to lead to long sessions of only two or three people interacting - so I shan't reply just yet. So, I am online, but I am not being rude...
I think it might remain so for a while... a bit frustrating for people like me who have boring desk jobs and who finish their work fast enough to have a lot of free time. In the last three days I have joined four more threads just to try and get some RP action.
So, It has been about a month and I have yet to do this - Righto!
I am a 22 year old aspiring writer and academic - not in a pretentious way, I really want to study for the rest of my life. I am curious about most things - Culture, Language, art, food, music, history, science, politics, philosophy, biology, physics. I believe the best way to escape the ever looming threat of solipsism is to interact with things you know you could not have made up on your own - to confound yourself as much as possible by the seemingly impossible. I like reading as well - and I read anything that is not am outright romance - the once thing that does not interest me, and never has. And I am 22 years old! Mother stop bothering me! The only thing romance is good for is when it allows you side quests in RPG's. I tend to spend most of my salary on books, and I have an ever growing fear that when I intend to actually leave my country and travel the world, I will not be able to take my ever growing list of favorites with me. My greatest aspiration, beyond becoming a celebrated academic - is to reside somewhere in west-Europe and be able to attend opera's and concerts and understand what they are singing without subtitles or synopsi - and hopefully die one day in the middle of one of the great arias.
If you wish for me to join, let me know - I don't often peruse and might miss your prompts.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So, It has been about a month and I have yet to do this - Righto!<br><br>I am a 22 year old aspiring writer and academic - not in a pretentious way, I really want to study for the rest of my life. I am curious about most things - Culture, Language, art, food, music, history, science, politics, philosophy, biology, physics. I believe the best way to escape the ever looming threat of solipsism is to interact with things you know you could not have made up on your own - to confound yourself as much as possible by the seemingly impossible. I like reading as well - and I read anything that is not am outright romance - the once thing that does not interest me, and never has. And I am 22 years old! Mother stop bothering me! The only thing romance is good for is when it allows you side quests in RPG's. I tend to spend most of my salary on books, and I have an ever growing fear that when I intend to actually leave my country and travel the world, I will not be able to take my ever growing list of favorites with me. My greatest aspiration, beyond becoming a celebrated academic - is to reside somewhere in west-Europe and be able to attend opera's and concerts and understand what they are singing without subtitles or synopsi - and hopefully die one day in the middle of one of the great arias.<br><br>If you wish for me to join, let me know - I don't often peruse and might miss your prompts. </div>