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You're (Both) New to This Aren't You?

As Narissa tripped, someone grabbed her hand, but let go immediately. It didn't matter, she was heading for the trash bin. She heaved into the opening in the decorative case around it. People leaving the test and people passing by stopped to look at the scene of the two girls having mental breakdowns, or a horrible shared case of food poisoning. However, most people actually had somewhere to be, and didn't stay long. A few took pictures, as it was so easy to do with camera phones these days.

Narissa saw all of this, with her head in the trash can. It was happening again, but she could feel her eyes open. She wasn't sleeping. This wasn't a dream.

Someone took hold of the distressed girls, helped them to their feet, and started guiding them along. Narissa's detached vision was getting too erratic, almost 'glitching out'. She screwed her eyes shut and forced herself to concentrate. Her real vision returned to her, and she recognized the person guiding her along as that one campus security guard that drove around on the golf-cart too damn fast all the time. He was talking into his radio.

"...got a couple of students having episodes, taking em to the medical wing," She caught the end of his transmission. The muffled buzzing reply was too hard to catch. "Yeah, start checking the water-fountains just in case." The water fountains? Oh there was that thing she heard about, a couple years ago someone put LSD dots in the nozzles. Did she drink from a water fountain today...? She couldn't remember...

You're (Both) New to This Aren't You?

Narissa opened the test booklet's first couple title and information pages to where the test actually begun, not bothering with the 'demo' section that made sure you knew exactly how to fill in the bubble. She almost immediately sunk down on the desk, head resting on her outstretched arm that she bent back to almost touch her own shoulder. That kept her head up just enough to be able to read without her exhausted eyes complaining of having to focus at an odd angle. She was a pro at everything slouching and comfort related in class.

To say she didn't study for this implied she studied at all. Every question for the first half an hour was met with real-time logic, process of elimination, or 'when in doubt, pick C'. After a while in her comfortable position, her blinks turned into long blinks. Long blinks turned into just plain passing out. Or it would've been nice if were actually passing out.

Her view drifted from her like a camera on a crane like they use for TV and movies, slowly rotating and lifting to sweep across the rows of desks and take it all in. She recognized someone, and as soon as she picked them out, her vision shifted to them. First on their face, then turned and moved to over their shoulder. She saw their test paper, and remembered the number of one of the questions she said 'fuck it' on. They answered D. She answered C.

She got an idea. She turned her view and looked for that one smart kid she knew. Now she was purposefully controlling this vision. She started remembering answers from her visions in small groups, waking up, writing them down, and drifting off again. This was crazy. She was getting answers from her dreams. However, when she double checked some of them that she could answer surely, they were right...

Half an hour later, Narissa bubbled in the last answer. She was done, but so was also So Done. Her head pounded with a killer headache on top of a growing feeling of nausea. She nearly slammed the question book shut, got up, stuffed her pencils and things in her sweatpants pockets, and took the finished test to the teacher's desk. She pulled out her ID on a retractable string and showed it with her test paper. And that was it.

She was out the door. She stood in the hall a moment, oblivious to everything around her as she rubbed her face and her temples. She turned and headed down the hall, nearly tripping over a girl sitting on the floor for some reason. She didn't care at this point why. Her condition was mounting to a peak.

She needed to go to the clinic.

Fantasy Past/Modern Partners Wanted

PM Me if you are interested in starting a Roleplay with me!
Everyone who replies to this thread didn't listen.

About Me
I am a 30 year old woman from America. I have been Roleplaying for... damn, probably about 20 years. I got started in AOL chatrooms back when AOL was a program for dialup that came on CDs delivered in the snail-mail.
I have been through the spectrum of style and post length through my years, and have settled comfortably in a descriptive prose semi/para range for the most part. I like to focus on not only visual details, but sensory details as well.

Rules & Preferences
- I play both male and female characters comfortably
- I'm looking for at least one paragraph, even if there's short-form dialogue going on.
- I can promise at least one Post a day. I hope for the same.
I understand bad days happen, though, so I expect some leniency and understanding if either of us misses a day or two.
- I absolutely prefer Rping in PMs on this site, with a separate OOC PM for discussing what is going on, as well as other stuff.

My Preferred Genres
>Fantasy
Survival
Apocalypse (Anything But Zombies. Super super super overdone!)
Post-Apocalypse (See above.)
Sub-genres:
Slice of Life
Modern
Romance

Fandoms
I prefer Original Characters and Plots, but sometimes it's nice to already have a World made for you!
I do not play cannon characters, but I love these worlds and universes and I would be happy to play within them!
I am not a lore expert on these! I just like them!

Fandoms

>The Witcher
>The Librarian(s)
The Long Dark
The Elder Scrolls
(More added when I think of them!)

Premade Plots/Starter Prompts
Here's a few ideas I'd like to do!
>Greened ones are ones I really want to do!
(Not Limited to these, we can come up with our own story!)

All Plots are always available and I don't mind doing the same one with multiple people! You don't have to ask if one or another is taken!

>The Charmed Dragon
You are a sorcerer/ess hired by the Lord of a Kingdom to get rid of a Dragon that has settled in a valley several years now. The problem isn't that the Dragon is causing trouble - it is that the beast is gaining a following.
No arrow or blade has worked yet, so the Lord has turned to Magic...
OR
You're a dragon who's made a nice situation for yourself in a little valley. The villagers pay you tribute, and you keep the valley free of trouble. They've even started referring to you as their Lord. Now if only that pesky human lord would stop sending his men after you.
Today, though, it's not the usual metal clad halfwit...


Lords of the Wood
Centaurs are known to be volatile, violent, aggressive, and uncivilized tribal beasts. The good people of the land steer clear of them and their territories for fear of being caught in the frequent chest to chest brawls, which they can often be seen engaging in from across the farm fields or pastures bordering the forests they roam. However, this image gets shattered as someone encounters one - clothed and speaking common...


King Slayer
[Retired for the moment, but I want to keep this entry and logo]
(Up for discussion and development!)


>Forgotten Prisoner
It's been a long time since Castles and Lords, but one day someone stumbles upon something left from those days in a covered up dungeon under the city. And it is still alive.


Back to Camp
(Horror)
Some years ago, a summer camp was closed after every single person there went missing. It sat abandoned until a new owner hired a couple people to fix it back up into working order. Whatever happened long ago surely couldn't happen again, right...?


Survival
Our characters find themselves in an actual survival situation stuck in the middle of nowhere. Detail the struggles of the unprepared- lighting fires, finding food, minding the weather and environment, dealing with wildlife, dealing with each other, and slowly making it back to civilization.
Alpine Forest/Island
Tropical Forest/Island
Everglades/Swamp
Romanian/etc Wilderness
Canadian Wilderness
(Optionally set in The Long Dark)
Another Planet Entirely
What could go wrong?
Sudden rain/snow storm/Blizzard
Rock/Land Slide
Flash Flood
Bear/Wild Animal Attack
Supernatural/Alien Creature Attack
Shia LaBeouf

Character Based Plots

The Cormorant
Fantasy - Romance - Slice of Life
Allen Cormoran is a seclusive man many generations deep in the family's long running business of building sailing ships. He lived recklessly through his youth until he was struck by lightning at sea. The ship was fine, but he was never the same. He shut himself off from the world in the family estate, and receded further as he became his family's last living member.
Someone needs to pull Allen out of his living grave, but that would mean learning his family's secret...

(More to come as I think of them)

Mole.

Plot? Nope. Just Mole.

Writing Examples
(Not examples of post length!)

Example 1

The rhythmic beeping and roar of heavy machinery drifted muffled through the small portable's walls. Fake wood-paneled walls enhanced the stuffy heat the fan was working hard to disperse. A radio by the door quietly played country music interspersed with commercials trying to sell cars with demonic voices. Well- that's what she though it sounded like.

Hannah sat at the desk, copying down numbers from a spreadsheet on a laptop. Her father insisted on hand written hard-copies of everything. She had tried to just print out the digital versions, but he would have none of that. 'Handwriting has more soul'. He was lucky she could even read his handwriting, no one else could.

Suddenly she felt dizzy. She had to put the pen down and rest her head in her hand, eyes screwed shut. She had been getting dizzy-spells ever since they set up the office on site. Her father had even called a professional in to check for gas leaks, but found nothing. He didn't even wait for said professional to leave before asking bluntly if she was 'on her time'. If she didn't already have her face in her palm...

Example 2

The evening forest was beautiful. Long shadows stretched on forever as the sun drooped low and flowed through the multitude of pine tree trunks. The warm light turned the needle blanketed ground into a golden sea, still as if it were caught in the moment of a photograph. He tensed slightly as Courtney's head rested on his shoulder. Before he could react any other way, her head shot back up with that dreading question.

"Well, we could jump." The wall was at least twice Trip's apparent height. Hitting the ground looked like a doable, but possibly painful affair for one's legs. "Or, y'know, could take the ladder," He nodded back towards the other side of the wall. Not far down, a wood platform spanned the three heights, going flush with the lowest. If someone had just scaled the wall, they would've immediately been able to continue on to a lattice of monkey-bars along the course. Ladders lead to the ground on either side of the platform should anyone fail the monkey-bars...

Example 3

"Three coppers says I can guess what brings yeh to Gratbough," She said, leaning back on the bar.

The man considered it, and gave her a nod and his full attention.

She studied him, not that she hadn't already, and offered her guess. "You're a merchant of some fine goods, traveling the artisan road."

The man sipped his mead, and set it down. "I live 'ere, and manage a boarding house." He tapped the bar in front of him.

Val grimaced at her poor guess. She set the coins down in front of the man with a sigh, "Must be a good business."

"Aye, turns a decent profit," He counted his winnings even though the amount was obvious, then slid a coin back towards her. "Get yourself a drink, lass."

She took the coin back and muttered, "Thanks, good sir..." She resigned to spend the night in an alley. As she pushed herself up off the bar and walked away, the man caught her hand.

"Hold it now. How abouts you give us a kiss and we'll forget the whole thing?" He offered, putting on what he imagined must've been a charming smile, "Or, a girl like you's worth a silver a pound at the boarding house, if you've nowhere to stay tonight..." A chill went through her innards. So that's why his 'Boarding House' was so profitable. His smile faded slightly as she tried to pull her hand away, "You're lookin' for coin, aren't you?"

She knew how to pick em, didn't she.

Please shoot me a PM if you're interested, and we'll see what we can cook up!
Seriously, PM.
PM me.
It's just going to end up in PMs anyway.

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Project Viruul - Virtual Reality Fantasy World

Skills, Levels, and Classes
Viruul is a freestyle game that all depends on the Player's personal skills, choices, and preferences. It is a lot like real life in that one must actually practice, develop strategy, and grow stronger from actually doing things themselves. There are no levels, stats, or experience points, just the personal experience of the player.

Magic
Magic is only recently being rediscovered by players with arcane affinities from the few NPCs who have kept the study of it alive since it's decline in popularity since ancient times. Magic is an ambient energy that can be harnessed and manipulated in many different ways, and each culture of the land develop their own ways of handling it. All people are capable of magic, but it can be a difficult subject to understand. As such, usually only those that make a focused effort tend to learn it.
(Really what you can do with magic is up to ya'll, I haven't figured that part out yet!)

Added these sections to OP to answer @Zeroth

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Are not a Synth beep boop

All are welcome!

Even synths, if, you know, there were any here.

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