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TAP - A Romantic Vacation [High-Casual]

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TAP - A Romantic Vacation [High-Casual]

Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Name: Noemi Ophelia Wayward
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Mortician

The Body

Height: 4'11"
Weight: 105lbs
Hair: Brown and curly
Eyes: Muddy, chocolate brown
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Appearance: Small and curvy with an hourglass figure. Her hair can be one of two ways, wild and unkempt curls or nicely brushed out beachy sort of look. She has no set sort of fashion though she loves floral patterns. Jeans and a t-shirt or a long dress and sunhat. Her taste in clothing is as unpredictable as she is. She rarely wears make-up but when she does it is typically a natural and light sort of look.

The Soul

Likes: Books, tea, dive bars, cats, family, photography, sorting books, travel, and adventure.
Dislikes: Oatmeal raisin cookies, waterlogged shoes/wet socks, burnt toast, big box stores, ask-holes, and 'those' vegans.
Positive Traits: Outgoing, welcoming, generally in a good mood, always ready for adventure, affectionate, and comforting.
Negative Traits: Flaky, unpredictable, emotional, frivolous, needy, trouble having serious conversations, and easily distracted.
Perfect Date: "We plan a whole day! Maybe we start at a coffee shop, drink together, chat about things. We would move to maybe a park or maybe somewhere we can walk and continue our chat. Oh! Or a museum! Lunch will be necessary and I think something fried is the best way to go. We could then go to a pet store and pet all the puppies and kitties and look at all the cute critters there. We can finish up by going to a club to dance or a bar and drink. Oh! Karaoke and sing our hearts out! And then, depending on chemistry go to a hotel to seal the deal or maybe you can kiss me on the doorstep."
Worst Date: "You mean a day in my dating life? Haha! Uhm, I guess going to a movie to watch some washed out Hollywood this and that. Popcorn, 'nachos', and soda. No talking really. Taking me on a 'drive around town' in your car. Stare listlessly through car windows and listen to whatever is on the radio. Just.... boring, boring, mundane things. uhg."

Skills:

• Makes amazing coffee or tea
• Solid photography skills
• A knack for picking up whatever is thrown her way
• Cats tend to like her
• A great singing voice, though can't dance worth crap
• Can eat the spiciest of foods with no issue

Brief History:

• Born, via a midwife, in her parent's home.
• Only child. Summer baby.
• Mother did woodworking, father ran a business. Both were deeply in love and had undergone the TAP vacation.
• Mother urged her into hobbies and she tended to become good at whatever she tried her hand at.
• Grew up a strange child but somehow liked by many of her peers. Of course there were those who found her much too strange.
• Went to college to become a mortician.
• Became a member of the Order of the Good Death and works in a funeral home the specializes in green/natural burials.
• Currently lives in a small apartment with two cats and a romantic dream.

The Story

The morning started out for her as most mornings did. A gentle paw with just a hint of claw scratched lightly at her cheek. When she opened her eyes she found a magnificent pair of gold eye peering down at her through the deep grey of dawn. “Good morning Fezzik,” she said in sleep slurred speech. The giant Maine Coon chirped at her and she patted the fluffy beast. Noemi allowed herself a few more minutes to wake while curled up beneath her warm comforter.

After the morning routine of showering and dressing, the young woman moved into her living room to find both of her cats sitting patiently beside the cabinet in the kitchen. It was only when she popped open the can of wet food that they danced, wove, and sang around her legs. It only quieted somewhat when she placed their bowls down from them. Fizzgig was a happy eater and talked while he ate.

Avocado toast and a cup of coffee were brought to the windows which led to the fire escape. She sat on the window seat there and watched the world begin to come to life. It was slow at first. A person leaving here or there and lights coming on in apartments and homes. Fezzik came to join her but was much more interested in the birds that alighted on the fire escape rails for a brief respite.

Breakfast done, the young woman bid her cats goodbye, pulled on her thick winter overcoat, knitted hat with matching scarf, and furred boots. Off she went out into the morning. The cloudy grey sky was typical of an early spring day in Boston. Snow still clung to the sidewalks, dirtied by the streets. Noemi watched her breath come out as steam and thick as dragon’s smoke. She was lucky enough to live a fifteen-minute walk from her work and it even included crossing through a small park.

As she made her way down to the end of her street, a car rolled backward out of an auto mechanic’s shop and was immediately hit by another car. There was yelling and swearing and all sorts of to do. Noemi watched with curiosity for only a few moments, wondering if she could get by the usual way. It seemed today the universe was telling her to go a different path.

With a shrug, she headed off down a side street only to find a group of teenage boys of the thugerous persuasion. Noemi tried not to judge people by the clothes they wore but there had been reports of purse snatching in the area lately. She didn’t carry a purse but a mugging was never out of the question. As she approached them it became apparent they were having a heated argument. One of them was gesticulating wildly while another pointed a finger at him. Their voices rose to a shout and she stopped a few feet from them, preparing to turn and walk away.

“Hey, yo, Miss,” one of the boys called out before she could move.

“Y-yes?”

“What is the plural of moose?” She stared at the boy, stunned. Was this all the arguing as about?

“It is also moose, I believe.”

“See, told you Reg. Momma didn’t raise no idiot.” The sour, angry faces turned to smiles. Laughter and teasing ensued while Noemi felt more at ease passing by them. How silly to have gotten so caught up in her own thoughts. To think she would have thought they meant to harm her. They were just boys.

Turning down the next street she heard the shout of, “Thanks, Miss!” Noemi giggled to herself. It was moments later that she entered the park she normally went through. Checking her watch she found she was going to be late if she didn't hurry. She speed walked down the brick path all while attempting to avoid patches of ice. Her mind was so concentrated on where she was to place her feet that she barely got out of the way in time for a tiny, yapping dachshund to bite at a much larger rottweiler. The big dog seemed confused at first and backed away. The dachshund continued its onslaught as its panicked owner ran after with the leash the small dog had slipped.

The big dog’s owner was trying to pull away from the fight but the dachshund managed to get teeth into the big dog’s ear. The rottie yelped then growled, now invested in harming that which harmed him. Noemi rushed forward and pulled the tiny dog off the larger one who proceeded to close its mouth around her arm. It was brief and left no more than slobber on her thick coat jacket.

The woman pulled her dachshund out of Noemi’s grasp and cooed and cuddled it. She then began yelling at the man about his menace of a dog. He had even bit that nice lady there. The rottie owner yelled back about her little savage dog. Yelling, screaming, and Noemi was late. She sighed and backed away from the pair. There were threats of police involvement and the big dog’s ear was bleeding. Noemi only got a few paces away when the rottie owner caught her upper arm.

“Please, a moment. Can I get your info as a witness?”

“Oh. Um, of course.” She dug through her pocket and pulled out a little notebook. Once her name and number were on the paper she pulled it from the book and handed it to the man.

“I’m sorry my dog got you. Are you hurt at all?”

“Nope, just fine, see?” She showed him the coat was merely a bit wet. “I don’t think he meant any real damage.” Noemi smiled brightly and the man relaxed and smiled back.

The Ether

Color Code: D87093
Face Claim: Emmy Rossum
Theme Song: Savage Daughter as sung by Meade Elspeth

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

E0633C

"Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talking
Something deep down in my soul said, "Cry girl"
When I saw you and that girl, walking 'round."

_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

"Smoking isn't for me. It's a... bad habit. Not that I'm judging, or anything. I've tried to get a few of my friends to quit, but at the end of the day, what you all decide to do is your prerogative..."

Bea adjusted her position so that the smoke would avoid floating toward him. She nodded as her eyes slipped up to the stars and she blew out a milky white cloud into the air. Sighing, she raised the hand that held the cigarette and pressed the Venus Mount to her forehead for a moment. When the hand lowered she looked toward Kavan again. A wry smile had found its way to her lips.

"Not the first time I've heard that. Filthy habit. You'll die young. Mother fucking lung cancer." She shrugged. "It's an odd thing to be concerned about, I think. Lots of stuff is bad for you but we all do it anyway. And why not judge me? Everyone does it. It's 'hip' to be judgey you know." Bea reached her arms into the air and stretched backward, her spine giving little cracks as it released tension. Somewhere not far off Mara was screaming about something. Her whole body tensed before she straightened. Mara marched right past with not a single look at her. Ah. Well.

His next set of words caused her to stiffen slightly and released her from the circling thoughts of Mara's ignoring her presence. She would have really preferred not to talk about it but she supposed she did owe him that. "So, want to talk about what's got you so... upset tonight?"

She took another drag from her cigarette as she scuffed the ground with the heel of her shoe. "I just got a bit overwhelmed I guess. A lot of people, none of them looking the same. Too much dazzle and sparkle. A teenage masquerade. People weren't meant to be close to stars, you know." She hoped this would be a satisfactory answer. She couldn't explain the thing that had made it the worst. To see Jordan with two very lovely looking girls and the way it made all of her organs start playing musical chairs to the mamba. Bea pulled the flask from her purse, took a quick swig, another drag of her cigarette and tucked the flask away.

The alcohol was beginning to hit her now, causing warm and fuzzy things to float around her head. She felt less stressed about the night. Suddenly, things just didn't seem to matter all that much. She could have fun, a grand time even. Only a couple more drags and she flicked the butt away. The young woman turned toward Kavan and held out her hand. "I've calmed down enough now. What say you we tear up that dance floor? Know any moves?" Her tone was playful and an uncharacteristic, almost flirtatious look had settled across her features.

The Aristophane Project [High-Casual]

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TAP - A Romantic Vacation [High-Casual]

Discord: discord.gg/p6RjdVj

Once we were all a joined race. Man and Man. Of the Sun. Woman and Woman. Of the Earth. Man and Woman. Of the Moon. Our backs were attached, and we rolled around to move. We were one in our duality. The Gods feared our strength and cut us in twine. Oh, the sorrow we felt, looking to join again. Taking pity on us the Gods moved our genitals to the front so that we might join again and feel whole.

Here at The Aristophane Project, or TAP, it is our job to help you secure your other half. By giving just a few bio-samples and taking a test we begin to refine your matches. A two-week long holiday then allows you to get in touch with your other half as well as create new friends. During this time, you will wear a monitor which will put the final pieces in place. Once you are matched the monitor will tell you who your match is when you are close to your future partner - it will play a song meant for the two of you. We keep the monitor's attached simply help us in securing future matches. Don't worry it is not recording your actual doings, just levels of love hormones and how you get along. We have a 95% success rate!

Enjoy trips to tropical locations, camping in the woods, parties on a yacht, or enjoying the best five-star hotels have to offer. When you sign up for TAP we will do everything to ensure that you and your eternal partner are able to get to know each other. Relaxation is our ultimate goal… besides helping you find the love of your life of course.

If you do not find your other half, you will be given a second trip for absolutely free. Call 1-800-555-5309 to begin your new journey into romance. Intheeventthatyoucannotattendthetwoweekventureyourmoneywillnotberefundedunlessathirtydaynoticeisgiven.Nosubstitutions,nootherpersonmayuseyourtickets.LawsoftheUSAstillapplyandnorefundwillbegivenforthosewhoareaskedtoleavethevacationprematurelyduetoillegalaction.Whileyourhappinessisourdesirewemaychoosetonothonorcertainwishesbasedonlegality, availability,andfinalrulingbyTAPpersonel.

---------The Above is Subject to Change---------

This roleplay is designed for freestyle, take it as it comes. The matches will ALL be decided/randomized by the Co-GM and myself. Discuss and attempt a getting to know each other upon your match. Your character’s profile, as well as your writing style, will be considered before making matches. If you are uncomfortable with a match let us know. If a switch can be made we certainly will, however, it does say a 95% chance of happiness. Play out the unhappiness for a bit until new character can be matched. If this is the case, after working together with your partner, tell us what dissatisfies you so we can better get you a match. The CS will further help us decide your future partner.

It is also designed for FUN! I want to know what places you would like your characters to go. Islands? Hotels? Let me know, I want this to be collaborative. Seriously, tell us all. Even if it is something your character might not like!

It's the future my lads! Only, a slight future. Not too much has been created just more green in nature. No pun itended. Skyscrapers have trees and plants growing on and over them. Cars and technology are powered by mysterious source the governemnt has yet to tell us. Everything is just a bit more advanced that it was before, use your imagination. I want you to help power this universe. Toasters that pre-butter toast. Coffee machines that already know when and how to make the best coffe based on presets. A car you can nap in and will take you to work without your navigation. This is just as much your world as it is mine. Use your imagination and lets build something creative, interesting, and minorly futurisitc. Need help? Think a bit "Black Mirror"

• Be kind, be courteous, and be a good citizen. Do unto others and all that.
• Posting once a week will be the rule. Posting more is absolutely encouraged. If the week is up and you have not posted your character turns into a plastic ficus which I or the co-GM will pilot. If you have not returned within a month your character is forfeit. I have the right to kick them off for illegal activity or be called back for work or some shenanigans. If you come back your character is not returned. Depending on the circumstances I may allow you to make a new character.
• If you no longer wish to play, just let me know I won't be offended. However, I do request you write your character out of play – Quits or does something bad, whatever
• ALL images must be real life people and things.
• Use the CS provided for you below.
• This is marked as 18+. There may be suggestive language as well as stuff like Sauna Yoga Courses. THAT being said, follow site rules and take the sexy things out of eye sight.
• I would like to, at the minimum, see 2-3 detailed paragraphs per post. Sometimes I know our fickle muses abandon us, so if the occasional small post happens. I am not about to kick you out the door. I am a benevolent dictator.
• All applications will be considered. However, if I find that the character idea does not fit with the setting, I may deny it. I want some realistic characters with flaws and what have you.
• Limit 2 character per person for now, one of each sex. They must all be able to be matched up, so if your character is the odd duck out you may be asked to change sexuality.

Character Sheet

[hider=Your Character Archetype]
[center][img][/img]if you choose to use one

[color=][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color]
No one under 18.
[color=][u][b]Sex:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Occupation:[/b][/u][/color]

[color=FFE8ED][h3]The Body[/h3][/color]

[color=][u][b]Height:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Weight:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Hair:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/color]
(some words of description, doesn't have to be much at all)

[color=FFE8ED][h3]The Soul[/h3][/color]

[color=][u][b]Likes:[/b][/u][/color] (Min of 3, Max of 10 things)
[color=][u][b]Dislikes:[/b][/u][/color] (Min of 3, Max of 10 things)
[color=][u][b]Positive Traits:[/b][/u][/color] (Min of 3, Max of 10 things)
[color=][u][b]Negative Traits:[/b][/u][/color] (Min of 3, Max of 10 things)
[color=][u][b]Perfect Date:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Worst Date:[/b][/u][/color]

[color=][u][b]Skills:[/b][/u][/color]
[list]
[*] Can ride a bike.
[*] Always shows up when there's a good deal.
[*] Can take apart a handgun with your eyes closed
[*] Can shoot that handgun real good like.
[*] Whatever
[/list]
[color=[u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u][/color]
[list]
[*] Give me the bullet points of your life.
[*] Things that have happened.
[*] As many as you like.
[*] Born in hell.
[*] Stole a blimp.
[*] Went to jail.
[*] Whatever
[/list]

[color=FFE8ED][h3]The Story[/h3][/color]

Write a post. Instead of relying on personality through traits or a history through mere sentences, give me you character as you would write them. Don’t write their past. I want you to write me about how they came across the advertisement, their thoughts on it, and what made them decide to apply. Establish them. The MOST important part of your CS.

[color=FFE8ED][center][h3]The Ether[/h3][/center][/color]
[color=][u][b]Color Code:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Face Claim:[/b][/u][/color]
[color=][u][b]Theme Song:[/b][/u][/color] This is not required, just for funsies.

And anything else you feel pertinent to add, even as for yourself to reference.[/center][/hider]

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

D399E0

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

She sensed him getting close before she saw him. Her whole being brightened like a star. Her face lifted, a huge smile spreading across her bronzed features. Her body perked up and she paused her smashing of herbs. Her white-gold eyes were trained on the door as Lucivar and Andressa entered. The young Queen popped up from her work, moving in welcome. The Eyrien boys seemed to have other ideas and the room darkened again.

Darkness have mercy on them all, but this was getting old. She almost huffed and demanded they all quiet down until Lucivar spoke with such venom. She considered him, his body language and voice and knew as her "soul" knew that he held very deep wounds still. Wounds her own healing power could not soothe. She approached Andressa calmly and held out her hands to take the woman's into her own. Her bright cheery voice filled the room with just a hint of gentle sapphire brightness to help calm her flock. "Andressa! You are looking so much better. How are you feeling?" she inquired, choosing to ignore the strange battle between the men. If they wanted to flaunt how much bigger their... bits were she was not going to get involved until it was necessary. It was merely a pissing match for most. Her biggest concern was whether Luciver's wounds poked at by the words of others would push him to the edge. Gen seemed to have things under control at the moment. "It is lovely to see you awake too, Lucivar." She hoped her voice would bring him back to the reality of now.

Part of her attention was trained on them as she invited the woman to join her little potion making party. "Have you made any cures before? Do you know how to cut and separate herbs? I can direct you." She let go of one of Andressa's hands to lead her by the other to the blanket. "We are just about ready to start working on the mixing portion of the restorative potion for how fair hostess." Her eyes then fell upon Mikhail. He was a creature always ready to do what needed to be done. He rode so close to the edge at all times that the Queen's teeth tightened when she sensed his discomfort. Fatima readied herself to give him a command should he overstep some bounds.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

8D74AD

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Penelope's eyes widened as the screeching sound of Mara's voice rattled the air and shook the leaves on the tree. The young woman stared as the two yelled at each other, she felt embarrassment and discomfort for the two but knew neither of them felt such a thing. This was raw feeling and there was no way there would be any sense of shame until they came down from that particular high. As Mara left Penelope made a dramatic gesture of rubbing her ears.

"Well geez, I think I mighta gone deaf," she said lightly. She hoped she could bring him a bit out of his sour mood in order to ask the question she really needed from him. Unfortunately, it seemed Mara might have ruined that. The curly haired girl leaned against the tree with a sigh. "I think that girl just needs someone to take out her giant ass buttplug and fuck her good. She gets off on anal... I mean being anal, after all." She looked at the handsome, ridiculously faded boy. It seemed he wasn't in the mood for her jokes. Perhaps she should get to her point?

It was a night of no-goes it seemed. She just was not having any luck lately. Penny saw the girl approach before she spoke. There was something about her stance that made her think that this was more important than drugging a stupid teacher. Penny's eyes flowed over April's form and considered her statement. A small frown came to her face for mere moments as April was indeed interrupting. However, Penny came to realize that what she herself would be stalling could be a major change in their lives. She wasn't an idiot when it came to love after all.

A sly smile spread across her plump lips as she straightened from the tree and waved a hand dismissively before clasping it around the girl's proffered peace statement. "Penny. No, no. Nothing horribly important. I can always catch our resident devil later." She turned her eyes on the fucked up fucker and her grin turned nearly feral. "Smell ya later, we still gotta chat amigo. Hasta luego." With that she sauntered off, leaving the pair to discuss all the important things that unfortunate and non-communicative couples needed to discuss.

She headed back into the party and found that Stella had moved to the dance floor with her date. She stood off to the side, drink in hand and watching with amusement as the two did their best to have the most silly fun two kids could have. Penny laughed quietly, enjoying her dear friend's success. She was a beautiful girl, Stella deserved this. Stella deserved all the best, in fact. Maybe it was time for her to have a real dance partner. She gulped down the last of her drink, not noticing it was spiked despite its strength. It would need to be stronger for her dulled tongue to even notice a hint.

Like a pink fairy princess, Penny floated across the floor and tapped Oliver on the shoulder. "Sorry, friend. I'm afraid I must insist on cutting in. I haven't had a chance to dance with the most lovely of ladies in this room just yet." She winked at Stella and grinned up at Oliver.

The Aristophane Project [High-Casual]

Of anyone knows someone else who might be interested please invite!

The Aristophane Project [High-Casual]

I would love to have you none the less! Thank you so much for your interest!

The Aristophane Project [High-Casual]

Once we were all a joined race. Man and Man. Woman and Woman. Man and Woman. Our backs were attached, and we rolled around to move. We were one in our duality. The Gods feared our strength and cut us in twine. Oh, the sorrow we felt, looking to join again. Taking pity on us the Gods moved our genitals to the front so that we might join again and feel whole.

Here at The Aristophane Project, or TAP, it is our job to help you secure your other half. By giving just a few bio-samples and taking a test we begin to refine your matches. A two-week long holiday then allows you to get in touch with your other half as well as create new friends. During this time, you will wear a monitor which will put the final pieces in place. Once you are matched the monitor will simply help us in securing future matches. We have a 95% success rate!

Enjoy trips to tropical locations, camping in the woods, parties on a yacht, or enjoying the best five-star hotels have to offer. When you sign up for TAP we will do everything to ensure that you and your eternal partner are able to get to know each other. Relaxation is our ultimate goal… besides helping you find the love of your life of course.

If you do not find your other half, you will be given a second trip for absolutely free. Call 1-800-555-5309 to begin your new journey into romance. Intheeventthatyoucannotattendthetwoweekventureyourmoneywillnotberefundedunlessathirtydaynoticeisgiven.Nosubstitutions,nootherpersonmayuseyourtickets.LawsoftheUSAstillapplyandnorefundwillbegivenforthosewhoareaskedtoleavethevacationprematurelyduetoillegalaction.Whileyourhappinessisourdesirewemaychoosetonothonorcertainwishesbasedonlegality, availability,andfinalrulingbyTAPpersonel.

---------The Above is Subject to Change---------

This roleplay is designed for freestyle, take it as it comes. The matches will ALL be decided/randomized by the Co-GM and myself. Discuss and attempt a getting to know each other upon your match. Your character’s profile, as well as your writing style, will be considered before making matches. If you are uncomfortable with a match let us know. If a switch can be made we certainly will, however, it does say a 95% chance of happiness. Play out the unhappiness for a bit until new character can be matched. If this is the case, after working together with your partner, tell us what dissatisfies you so we can better get you a match.

It is also designed for FUN! I want to know what places you would like your characters to go. Islands? Hotels? Let me know, I want this to be collaborative.

ALSO…. Side note, I am searching for a Co-GM! Hit me up, let's talk shop.