Going to post in this tonight or tomorrow since I'm nearly caught up on everything now that I've had actual days off and not flu-forced days off. It'll probably be a Emma post so @Lemons doesn't get another post thrown at her before she can respond. 
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I'm so tired of this cold weather. I can't wait for the warmer months to come by.
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I'm so tired of this cold weather. I can't wait for the warmer months to come by.
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4 more hours until I'm out of work. Closing shifts are suffering.
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The new Captain America movie is definitely flawed, but it wasn't trash cinema IMO.
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Oh, yeah. I forgot it's Wednesday. Time to go watch the trailer.
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Cleaning out PMs and other test threads. It's amazing how much junk you can easily accumulate over time.
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Kali Nordstrom
Location: New York Streets, Neighbor's Apartment
Skills: N/A
Kali was disappointed with Gladys' response, and simply nodded back at her neighbor. She had expected her reply, but a part of Kali had hoped that Gladys would've said otherwise. The city was falling into chaos, and not knowing whether Liana was safe or not began to drive a pit in her stomach. Pulling out her phone from her purse, Kali pushed a few buttons and opened the contact app. "I'm going to try to see if I can get a hold of her. Hopefully the lines are still working."
Waiting with abated breath, Kali listened for the dial tone to go through. "C'mon, Liana, pick up the phone." She uttered to herself as the phone rang, knowing the likelihood of the call getting through was likely slim if not impossible. To her surprise, however, Liana—or someone else—had picked up on the other end of the line. A deluge of worriedness soon poured out of her mouth, asking a million questions from the get-go.
"Liana? Are you okay? Where are you right now?" Kali rapidly asked. "No one bit you, right?"
There are numerous factors that come into play as to how many RPs one can handle at once. It just depends on the person, their free time, their motivation, etc. One answer is not going to be the same for everyone.
I used to run/play in 15-20+ roleplays back when I was in high school/just graduated from high school. Now in my middle twenties I tend to keep it more at a mellower number than what I used to do.
I used to run/play in 15-20+ roleplays back when I was in high school/just graduated from high school. Now in my middle twenties I tend to keep it more at a mellower number than what I used to do.
Welcome to the guild, @Alistair.
i told you to stop spying
Location: Dorm Hallways, Merryweather Institute
"Come to think of it," Sarah replied, "There was a small bag I found on the floor when I woke up. Let me go get it."
Turning around, Sarah walked back into their dorm room, and over to the kitchen counter. She proceeded to grab a small pink-colored bag, and double-checked the contents. Sure enough, there had been makeup inside—most likely Elena's, Sarah had presumed.
"Here," Sarah spoke, offering the bag to Elena albeit after some initial hesitance. She hadn't been certain how static was affected by her powers, but telling her roommate "to go get it herself" couldn't sound any more rude to Sarah no matter how she tried to spin it. "Is this what you're missing?"
If the make-up bag wasn't, well, there had to be a lost and found somewhere in the building. But that was an issue for later, as Elena had brought up a good point. Neither of them had any sort of breakfast yet. With the long day that had been set before them, perhaps it might be wise to grab a bite on the go prior to anything else. That, and some breakfast would be a worthwhile distraction from the "accidentally fried my roommate" doom thoughts that were now swirling in Sarah's poor mind.
"We might have time to grab some food—if you still want to, that is." Sarah continued, attempting to change the subject away from her swirling thoughts. "It'd probably have to be something quick, though."
Sarah then took the lead, motioning for Elena to follow her to the dorm cafeteria. She weaved in and out between her fellow dormmates, still guided by her uncertainty about her powers. Regardless of how much Sarah tried to push it back to the far reaches of her mind or tried to think of something else, the thought remained there to nag away at her conscience. Thankfully for Sarah, the sudden crackle of the PA system turning on would give her some relief as she and her fellow students began to listen in to the announcement.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS," A booming voice announced over the intercom, echoing throughout the school. "PLEASE ENSURE THAT YOU ARE AT THE WOLKWITZ AUDITORIUM FOR THE CEREMONY IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES."
Well, so much for an actual breakfast Sarah had been counting on. Perhaps there was a vending machine or two on the way that they could use for a granola bar or the like.
Turning around, Sarah walked back into their dorm room, and over to the kitchen counter. She proceeded to grab a small pink-colored bag, and double-checked the contents. Sure enough, there had been makeup inside—most likely Elena's, Sarah had presumed.
"Here," Sarah spoke, offering the bag to Elena albeit after some initial hesitance. She hadn't been certain how static was affected by her powers, but telling her roommate "to go get it herself" couldn't sound any more rude to Sarah no matter how she tried to spin it. "Is this what you're missing?"
If the make-up bag wasn't, well, there had to be a lost and found somewhere in the building. But that was an issue for later, as Elena had brought up a good point. Neither of them had any sort of breakfast yet. With the long day that had been set before them, perhaps it might be wise to grab a bite on the go prior to anything else. That, and some breakfast would be a worthwhile distraction from the "accidentally fried my roommate" doom thoughts that were now swirling in Sarah's poor mind.
"We might have time to grab some food—if you still want to, that is." Sarah continued, attempting to change the subject away from her swirling thoughts. "It'd probably have to be something quick, though."
Sarah then took the lead, motioning for Elena to follow her to the dorm cafeteria. She weaved in and out between her fellow dormmates, still guided by her uncertainty about her powers. Regardless of how much Sarah tried to push it back to the far reaches of her mind or tried to think of something else, the thought remained there to nag away at her conscience. Thankfully for Sarah, the sudden crackle of the PA system turning on would give her some relief as she and her fellow students began to listen in to the announcement.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS," A booming voice announced over the intercom, echoing throughout the school. "PLEASE ENSURE THAT YOU ARE AT THE WOLKWITZ AUDITORIUM FOR THE CEREMONY IN THE NEXT TEN MINUTES."
Well, so much for an actual breakfast Sarah had been counting on. Perhaps there was a vending machine or two on the way that they could use for a granola bar or the like.
@leopard wcue This roleplay has been full for awhile, sorry.
@Carlyle I will definetly try to upload to IMGUR here in a bit ^^
No rush. I'm still trying to get back into the groove of things after taking a leave of absence at work because I had the flu.
Location: Ocean Pier
Timeframe: Morning
Vitesse wished there had been a wall nearby, if only to slam her head against it. She could feel a headache begin to fruit, and internally groaned as Vitesse listened to the others speak up.
Rhyhorn trample me now, Vitesse thought as she listened in agony to André.
He couldn't sound any worse; the socialite tone he radiated tiring to be around. And the Iono cosplayer—Sophfey, apparently—wasn't making it any better with with her awful, cheesy puns. Where did the Pokétopia Foundation find these people? Granted, they were all famous, but why did it have to be them? This was going to be a long boat ride, but hopefully it would be over soon.
"Well, if we want to arrive on time," Vitesse spoke, glancing at the others. "We'll have to leave soon for the island. My Mantine could've had us over there already in probably less time than we've had to wait."
Of course, that was a ridiculous statement reeking of bravado. Her Mantine, the victor of last year's Alolan Pro surfing championship, was certainly fast. But it definitely wasn't that fast. Still, Vitesse hoped her point was made.
"I'm coming!"
A voice shouted from off in the distance, prompting Vitesse to turn around. The yacht captain, a stout fellow with a bushy mustache of his own, hurried down some steps and continued running until he had reached the group of guests. Behind him, a Machamp, presumably owned by the captain, followed closely.
Finally, Tess thought. One more step closer to getting this trip over with.
"I'm huff sorry," He spoke, trying to catch his breath in between words. "There was huff a Snorlax sleeping in the huff road. We had to take huff a detour around huff it."
Producing a clipboard, he flipped a few pages to his copy of the guest list.
"Now, is everyone huff here?" The captain asked, looking at those gathered before him. "Bat Standifur? Kaison Locke? Vitesse Relais?"
"Tess," Vitesse immediately interjected as he called her name, "Please."
"Right," He replied, checking off her name. "My apologies, Ms. Relais."
Turning his gaze back to the others, the captain waited for anyone else to speak up so he could mark the remaining names off his list. As he went down the list, the Machamp moved from behind him and towards the gathered group, attempting to assist with carrying whatever luggage they might've brought with them in one of its four arms.
Rhyhorn trample me now, Vitesse thought as she listened in agony to André.
He couldn't sound any worse; the socialite tone he radiated tiring to be around. And the Iono cosplayer—Sophfey, apparently—wasn't making it any better with with her awful, cheesy puns. Where did the Pokétopia Foundation find these people? Granted, they were all famous, but why did it have to be them? This was going to be a long boat ride, but hopefully it would be over soon.
"Well, if we want to arrive on time," Vitesse spoke, glancing at the others. "We'll have to leave soon for the island. My Mantine could've had us over there already in probably less time than we've had to wait."
Of course, that was a ridiculous statement reeking of bravado. Her Mantine, the victor of last year's Alolan Pro surfing championship, was certainly fast. But it definitely wasn't that fast. Still, Vitesse hoped her point was made.
"I'm coming!"
A voice shouted from off in the distance, prompting Vitesse to turn around. The yacht captain, a stout fellow with a bushy mustache of his own, hurried down some steps and continued running until he had reached the group of guests. Behind him, a Machamp, presumably owned by the captain, followed closely.
Finally, Tess thought. One more step closer to getting this trip over with.
"I'm huff sorry," He spoke, trying to catch his breath in between words. "There was huff a Snorlax sleeping in the huff road. We had to take huff a detour around huff it."
Producing a clipboard, he flipped a few pages to his copy of the guest list.
"Now, is everyone huff here?" The captain asked, looking at those gathered before him. "Bat Standifur? Kaison Locke? Vitesse Relais?"
"Tess," Vitesse immediately interjected as he called her name, "Please."
"Right," He replied, checking off her name. "My apologies, Ms. Relais."
Turning his gaze back to the others, the captain waited for anyone else to speak up so he could mark the remaining names off his list. As he went down the list, the Machamp moved from behind him and towards the gathered group, attempting to assist with carrying whatever luggage they might've brought with them in one of its four arms.
@Carlyle This'll be the 3rd longest RP i've run the last one I completed a few years ago the longest being Heroes of Olympus going on 6 years now lol.
I had one that ran for some years, but as far as I can remember 300 has been my cap on this site for IC posts. I have yet to have anything break it, but considering we only need 61 more posts, I don't doubt that this RP will be breaking that record.
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