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Current I saw a one-legged man at the ATM. He was checking his balance.
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Where do bad rainbows go? To a prism. It's a light sentence, but it gives them time to reflect.
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@LG aw hell yeah! Keepin my eye out for it for sure!
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How do you find Will Smith in the snow? You look for his fresh prints.
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tfw the colonies have better healthcare than the mainland
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@Ruler Inc Ava 2.0 is finally done. I ended up keeping the same power, but I've tweaked it a bit to have it make a little more sense. The history was overhauled somewhat. Hopefully this is acceptable.



@Lord Wraith To me, it's not the hobby itself that stops everyone from getting along. We all have similar interests no matter where our genre preferences reside. It's the people who participate in said hobby that blacklist people for this reason or that.

Now, I'm not going to pretend I haven't done the same because I know I have played a part in blacklisting/ostracizing people or rubbing others the wrong way, but I'm not alone in this. Disagree or not, I know there are a lot of people who have done similar things. At the end of the day, there's a breaking point of how much shit one can take. I do agree it would be a lot less stressful if I didn't have to worry about what to post in fear it'll be used against me in the future, but this is where we're at. It's far too late to change the opinions of those who have their minds set in stone. The only thing most of us can do is just do our own thing and not poke the bear.

Hiya! Welcome to the Guild and hope you enjoy your stay~!
@spooner Philly Cheesesteak is accepted!
I'm eating a PB&J.







L O C A T I O N / / Home Sweet Home and other places she'd rather not be
I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H / /Self, Family, Penny, Oliver



The morning Estelle Lambert had was not a fun one. She had gotten home close to midnight last night and almost immediately after she had gotten out of the shower and she got into her Nostalgia Jammies (her words) of Bubbles from the 90s Powerpuff Girls cartoon series, she had fallen asleep.

From the time between her waking up only six hours later, she had a dream. It wasn’t just the run of the mill dream that she always had, which that is to say she usually drempt of things that were happy-go-lucky (much like Stella herself) or something that happened recently. It was during the six hours, she found herself inside a beautiful palace and in the arms of someone, she couldn’t see. A bright, yellow light had blocked most of his face. All she could make out was how she felt completely safe in his arms. She hugged to him as if her own life depended on it. And he embraced her just the same, though it was with a gentle touch. He was taller than her, but she never felt like she was small compared to him. As she took to his form for a comforting embrace, the sounds of a peaceful, serene, and somewhat romantic arrangement of a string quartet and a piano played as they slowly waltzed across the ballroom.

“Stella., I love you..”

His voice made every inch of her body tingle with a nervous appreciation, causing her to hug to his body even tighter and tighter and..

THUMP!

Stella’s rude awakening came in two parts. The first being the unwelcome sight of the cold hardwood acting as her temporary bed, her blanket and pillow over her head, blocking the bright sun from penetrating the blue and yellow pillow casings and comforter she was forced into wearing. Part two was the loud musings of her ironic alarm that was singing to the tune of Walking On Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves.

“Sometimes I hate the world,” Stella mumbled to herself, fighting (and failing) to free herself from her pillows and blankets.

After a long five minutes of being forced to hear the same “I’m walking on sunshine” hook almost twenty times. At this point, she was tired of it and yelled at the top of her lungs. And wouldn’t ya know it? That was just the strength that she needed to break free of it. It was, at that very moment, did Stella wake up to the sight of her entire family looking at her. Her cousins, who were just as amused as her aunt, uncle, and parents, were laughing through their hands over their mouths.

“You okay there, Stells?” Winnie asked.

After spending a moderate moment of pouting, she simply nodded.

“Good. Now get dressed, sweetie! We leave in thirty!”

Without even an opinion from the rest of her family, let alone her, Frank, her often impatient father, had made his demands. And for the next three hours, she would be a walking zombie, barely existing in the backseat of her father’s Van as they saw her Uncle Wesley and Auntie Florence depart for the one-way flight from Miami International to Paris. She wished she could go to Paris. That had always been her dream ever since she did her ancestry project in her Junior year and found out she was half-French. Being able to soak up the family heritage was something deeply passionate to the teen.

As it was close to ten, Stella and her parents got back into the van and they drove off. Not even ten minutes on the highway and her father, who was behind the wheel, spoke up. “So, Stella, tell us how did homecoming go? Was Oliver a gentleman like he said he would be”

She froze in her seat, sinking into it as she avoided her father’s curious gaze through the mirror. And her mother saw this. In an attempt to save Stella from Frank’s typical embarrassing behavior, she decided also speak up.

“Frank, dear, you can see Estelle is quite tired, can’t you?”

“Can’t. I’m driving. I can’t take my eyes off the road.”

“Then do just that. In silence.”

Her mother’s tone was quite cold as her father uncharacteristically perked up and didn’t utter a single word. Stella knew her mother had what most called kryptonite. Her cousins from her mother’s side of the family often spoke about the Ice Witch of the Monroe Family. He always assumed they meant her Grandma Chelsea, but right now she knew it was about her mother, Melissa Monroe. She didn’t need to say thank you. She knew her mother found joy in making her father squirm. So instead, she relaxed and took out her phone. She sent two text messages. The first to Oliver, which read.

Hey, we had an early morning. My family had to drive my father’s sister’s fam. Omw back. Hope ur morning was good. 💗💖💗💖💗

And the second was sent to Penny.

Hey girl! We just left the airport. Shuld be there in an hour. Ill be over when we get settled. Cant wait to talk about last night. 💗 💖💗💖💗

Shortly after sending that second message, Stella had fallen asleep with her phone in hand to the sounds of her mother’s berating of Frank’s grandma speeds he called normal driving speed.

@Katthaj Okay, so I love what you have so far, but would you mind using a less eye-rapey shade of purple? It's just too hard to read on the Guild's gray background.
@spooner Accepted


Gurl bye! You're not a Gm.
@Katthaj You most certainly can. As it stands, we have three free roles: Sons of Hestia and Poseidon and Daughter of Hephaestus.

@SamaraJayne96 Me and Plank have both read your sheet and we see nothing wrong with it. Feel free to move her over/edit her into the post you made in the CHARs tab. :)




It was no secret that he wasn't exactly the most liked guy. He didn't call the girls he dated back and when he did, he wasn't exactly the nicest about it. Kavi knew he wasn't perfect. Despite everything people said about him, he still thought he was a decent guy at best. He wasn't a jackass like Santiago. Now, if you were to compare notes, Kavi's misdeeds wouldn't even pale in comparison. All of the times he had let a girl down easy would be a blessing than how Diablo goes from one trash can to another. At the least, he could say that how he treated people was a step above Santiago Fernandez.

So, then if that was truly the case, why did Kavi not only get a full cup of punch tossed on him, staining his new suit, but after moments of having to sit with that, the victim of Ariel's mean right straight. He didn't understand it. Their date was great. He couldn't say much about the tease, Nadia, but he treated Ariel as nice as any man would, but apparently not telling her about his Friday plans last week was a red flag? Okay, Kavi understood that much, but did she really have to punch him? It wasn't like he had done anything to her tonight, well not texting her, but that was it! He did nothing to deserve such a brutal showing of her rage.

"Fucking A!" Kavi roared out.

His nose was a bloody mess. Slowly, drops of deep maroon permanently stained his suit. Pain surged through his entire face and his hair, which had been groomed with the perfect amount of gel and hairspray was effectively ruined and that wasn't even mentioning the crowd that had gathered around and near him. They must have been loving it. Yes, Kavi knew some of them and he knew they were satisfied by his current predicament. And why wouldn't they? Some of the faces he saw were the same ones that he tormented almost daily. He saw some of the nerds, the goths, and even the one he has, on several occasion, used as an armrest. You have to be loving this.

Kavi's foul mood didn't show any signs of dissipating as he let out a low grunt when certain onlookers gawked at him. It wasn't until he started to throw a tantrum, tossing over the beverages table, causing the crowd to disperse as if fleeing from a mad man.

"Mr. Salvador, are you okay?" Asked Mrs. Gonzales, one of the chaperones. She seemed concerned.

"I'm fine. go bother one of those losers." He pointed to the group of nerds eying Kavi warily.

She didn't seem convinced. "You're bleeding. Let me help you," she offered, approaching him.

"I said I'm fine. Just leave me the hell alone!" Came Kavi's erupting response.

And off he went, away from the chaperones, the dance, and just about everyone who was getting on his last nerve.

Kavi began walking towards the parking lot. As he was steadily approaching it, something hit him. He was leaving without April. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed, though it was far from being under his breath. He punched the wall next to him and on top of having a broken nose, his left index, middle, and ring finger knuckles were now bleeding. "This night can't possibly get any worse?"

"Kavi Salvador?" He heard a voice from behind him.

"Yeah, who's asking?" He slowly turned around and what he saw really made what happened to him no more than ten minutes ago seem like a welcome experience. What he saw in front of him was, as he ran the punch-moistened hair through his hand, the very definition of a sour apple on top of his shit pie. "Officer," he said as if he had accepted the knock-out punch coming his way. "How can I help you?"

"You are Kavi Antonio Salvador, son of Nikai Parata, owner of the Ferrari outside?" The officer asked him.

Kavi stood there for a moment. He was trying to figure out when exactly this night went wrong. Was it when he forgot to text both Nadia and Ariel? Or maybe it was egging Diablo on by dancing with his on-again, off-again April. Perhaps it was not being a better guy and indulging in some not-so-legal practices. Sure, he wasn't perfect, but surely his actions haven't brought him to this moment where he knew everything was going to change.

"I have a feeling you're going to arrest me, so I'm just going to say this now." He paused as he coughed, clearing his throat. "I'm not saying anything until I see my lawyer."

What came next was straight out of a syndicated episode of Cops: Kavi was forced against the very wall he punched, his arms were placed over his head as the cop searched him, and the cop proceeded to cuff him one wrist at a time while repeating the same old line all police officers say.

"Kavi Salvador, you're under arrest for reckless driving, fleeing from a police vehicle, and in possession of a stolen vehicle. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you desire an attorney and cannot afford one, an attorney will be obtained for you before police questioning."

And throughout the entire time the police officer was saying that and walking Kavi down the walk of shame, he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again.

"I want my lawyer. I want my lawyer. I. Want. My. Law. Yer."

In response, Kavi was placed in the backseat and the police car he was in took off. It left the Crown Heights Country Club and Kavi Salvador had a personal police escort to the Palm Beach Police Department.

What a cherry topper to a magnificent night, right?


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