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STATUS: I'm about to be banished for the good of the realm again. Where is the trust in this world, I ask you? 2 days ago
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I'm about to be banished for the good of the realm again. Where is the trust in this world, I ask you?
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I'm sorry, you've reached his personal secretary, Department of Shrubbery, Floor 64, Desk 1024. How can we help you today?
9 mos ago
Or buy a van or a used rental truck. Something nobody would look twice at. You can put in a rack for the rope, duct tape, plastic sheeting, shovels....
9 mos ago
Never trust a car salesman - especially a used car salesman. Have a buddy park across the street and see how many stuffed body bags you can shove in there. Gotta have room for plastic sheeting, etc.
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Neil Gaiman wrote in his Good Omens bio that he likes it when fans send him $50. (He read Terry Pratchett's bio and figured it wouldn't hurt.)
Bio
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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"Will take that under advisement," Jack replied to Woden's suggestion of unloading the weapons for the sims. "Make a note that all weapons in the sims are to be checked each time to make sure they are not loaded before being handed to one of our trainees."
The X.O. signs, then turns to face Clara.
"Ms. Anselm," he says formally, "Thank you for your report."
He then turns and studies the order the captain left.
"Right, let's pull up the roster..." he sighs.
It actually took less time to assign the teams than he thought it would.
He took a sip from his cup despite what his taste buds were telling him about the brew, reflecting that undoubtedly someone would be complaining when they saw this.
As to supervisors - he was going to supervise the Command team 'volunteers', and leave it to the department heads to select who they'd want to assign as supervisors.
"Ms. Anslem, please inform the department heads that I need a meeting with them at 10 AM in the conference room so we can finish hashing out these assignment details."
The X.O. signs, then turns to face Clara.
"Ms. Anselm," he says formally, "Thank you for your report."
He then turns and studies the order the captain left.
"Right, let's pull up the roster..." he sighs.
It actually took less time to assign the teams than he thought it would.
He took a sip from his cup despite what his taste buds were telling him about the brew, reflecting that undoubtedly someone would be complaining when they saw this.
As to supervisors - he was going to supervise the Command team 'volunteers', and leave it to the department heads to select who they'd want to assign as supervisors.
"Ms. Anslem, please inform the department heads that I need a meeting with them at 10 AM in the conference room so we can finish hashing out these assignment details."
("What Admiral Hopper did for computer programs, I hope to do for magic," as Aoife puts it.)
In Grace's time, computers were as big as buildings. The first computer bug was a moth who'd gotten into the equipment and shorted it out.
I'm really hoping not to see what the first "spell bug" will be.
<Snipped quote by Gisk>
Time to be a part of the problem
Edit: as for the subject of this aspiring novelist, jokes aside, you can’t have early 90’s/late 80’s influenced fantasy writing without leather boots on the cover. I already have my muse working overtime.
Mis-matched leather boots - for comfort.
Meanwhile I’m over here wrestling with whether or not magical literature would be called Science Fiction or Fantasy.
Something about ‘aspiring science fiction novelist’ but the story being about magical theory in the medieval era just makes me giggle.
Why not simply Historical Fiction? Like Ellis Peter's Brother Cadfael series, but with magic. Or.. hmm. This is a bit of a stretch - but what about a wizard who is stranded in an alternate medieval world that has no magic? Who survives based on his scientific training that the people around him call magic while he denies it? That would be considered science fantasy.
Added a few songs to her sheet, songs that appeal to her. And all before 1994.
In some ways, magic is like electricity. We're not completely sure how it works, but while others try to work it out, we use it, just the same.
Sam, from her classes, knows there's space between the atoms, and what she thinks she's doing is removing that space. It's actually losing mass while retaining its form, slipping the left-over mass into a pocket dimension. When she wants to return it full size, she can pull that mass out of the pocket. Something larger than full size needs to pull more mass out of that pocket dimension.
Her sacrifice is her blood, used to draw her personal rune on the object so that she can recall it later.
In some ways, magic is like electricity. We're not completely sure how it works, but while others try to work it out, we use it, just the same.
Sam, from her classes, knows there's space between the atoms, and what she thinks she's doing is removing that space. It's actually losing mass while retaining its form, slipping the left-over mass into a pocket dimension. When she wants to return it full size, she can pull that mass out of the pocket. Something larger than full size needs to pull more mass out of that pocket dimension.
Her sacrifice is her blood, used to draw her personal rune on the object so that she can recall it later.
With a hiss of pain, Rizx took Maxim's offered hand and pulled herself upright, then turned to look sourly up at his distant face.
"Yes," she scowled, baring her teeth in pain as she climbed up into the palm of his hand. Her ribs weren't broken, as far as she could tell, but the muscle had been strained, possibly torn by the kick.
She scrambled up to the big man's shoulder, wrapping her good arm around his neck.
"Time we do not have," Rizx warned.
"Yes," she scowled, baring her teeth in pain as she climbed up into the palm of his hand. Her ribs weren't broken, as far as she could tell, but the muscle had been strained, possibly torn by the kick.
She scrambled up to the big man's shoulder, wrapping her good arm around his neck.
"Time we do not have," Rizx warned.
@Expendable there's a lot of great stuff in there, and our sportsball mascot is definitely the Grim, although I think the school's main sport is baseball.
So a baseball field or two is a must.
I've already spawned a second character idea, a gargoyle named Stanley. Bums cigarettes, sits in on classes in the back.
Some more town ideas, mostly in the streets in front of the school's gates.
A fancy restaurant with bar as close as possible to the main gate.
A local drug store. (should be two or three of them)
A diner (may be two at opposite ends).
A movie theater/playhouse - midnight showings of Rocky Horror Picture Show on Fridays and Saturdays. Bring Your Own Toast.
A Hot dog/ Sausage on a Bun Hut
A jewelry store
A small store selling stuffies and beanie babies.
A bicycle shop
A discount store selling cheap clothes, school supplies, home goods, has a small luncheon counter in the bottom level and paid toilets (don't forget to bring your dime)
A couple of churches
Ethnic restaurants (Chinese, Indian, Mexican)
Pizza parlors
Ice cream place
Comic/game store (already mentioned I'm sure)
Used book store
Magazine/newspaper shop (sells coffee, soda, candy bars, packaged honey rolls, snack cakes and hand pies)
Local candy store
Movie Palace - video rental with large private booths upstairs with large, boxy rear-projection tvs and a vcr, you can rent one of the booths for groups up to eight people, movie concessions stand. Notorious make-out place.
Tobacconist shop
Crazy Dave's Tattoo parlor - famous for the demon tattoo, but you must bring your own demon.
Bars
Army/Navy Surplus (sells messenger bags and backpacks)
Thrift shops/goodwill.
A small mall, possibly outside of town, with various common stores and restaurants. (Malls are parasites that feed off of cities and towns)
Trinket stores (candles, occult goods)
Stationery stores (one sells fancy journals, pens, framed sayings, etc. while one's further out with office supplies, typewriters, cubical settings)
Fancy kitchen store.
Lumber yards and hardware stores (do you know how hard it is to scrape together a coffin at 3 AM?)
Some suggestions:
Main (former residence)
Student Union with vending machines and old telephone kiosks along a wall. Stories about a phone ringing in the night, and if you answer, all you hear is moaning and panting. Someday we'll get that spirit out of the switchboard. Summer used book sale and S&M (science & magic) fairs for the kids.
Student book store (with official Sanctuary Hill swag! Go Grims!)
Student Health Center
College police
Scattered telephone booths.
Mary Parker Memorial Library (Remember to call for an extension, late books will be summoned). Still using Pneumatic tubes to convey book requests to the underground stacks. Lunchroom with vending machines for sticky ice cream sandwiches, small heated tins of potted food, half-frozen sodas, sandwiches of unknown mystery meat, and Charlie, the library ghost. Died in WW2 during the London Blitz, not all together sure how he got here. Likes to pull pranks, and is typically called in for introductory medium classes.
Classroom building(s)
Science building
Nuclear Reactor building
High Energy Magic Research Building (people have been known to leave *before* they went in)
Computer building
Registrar building
Sanctuary Hill Federal Credit Union
Art tower - sways in the wind, weird capsule like elevator cars.
Steam tunnels - mostly occupied by abandoned feral familiars, who wander the campus for hand outs and good garbage.
Gym
Pools
Basketball courts
Tennis Courts
Football stadium
The "Clump" - some pine trees on the far side of the football stadium, known hangout spot
The Visitor Center - across from the Football Stadium.
"Old" dorms with central cafeteria building. Currently empty as construction crews rip out the old wiring and plumbing. Hopefully that will rid the place of the last few ghosts, they're mostly jerks.
New Dorms with cafeteria on ground floor. Known for the raised carpet flooring.
Main (former residence)
Student Union with vending machines and old telephone kiosks along a wall. Stories about a phone ringing in the night, and if you answer, all you hear is moaning and panting. Someday we'll get that spirit out of the switchboard. Summer used book sale and S&M (science & magic) fairs for the kids.
Student book store (with official Sanctuary Hill swag! Go Grims!)
Student Health Center
College police
Scattered telephone booths.
Mary Parker Memorial Library (Remember to call for an extension, late books will be summoned). Still using Pneumatic tubes to convey book requests to the underground stacks. Lunchroom with vending machines for sticky ice cream sandwiches, small heated tins of potted food, half-frozen sodas, sandwiches of unknown mystery meat, and Charlie, the library ghost. Died in WW2 during the London Blitz, not all together sure how he got here. Likes to pull pranks, and is typically called in for introductory medium classes.
Classroom building(s)
Science building
Nuclear Reactor building
High Energy Magic Research Building (people have been known to leave *before* they went in)
Computer building
Registrar building
Sanctuary Hill Federal Credit Union
Art tower - sways in the wind, weird capsule like elevator cars.
Steam tunnels - mostly occupied by abandoned feral familiars, who wander the campus for hand outs and good garbage.
Gym
Pools
Basketball courts
Tennis Courts
Football stadium
The "Clump" - some pine trees on the far side of the football stadium, known hangout spot
The Visitor Center - across from the Football Stadium.
"Old" dorms with central cafeteria building. Currently empty as construction crews rip out the old wiring and plumbing. Hopefully that will rid the place of the last few ghosts, they're mostly jerks.
New Dorms with cafeteria on ground floor. Known for the raised carpet flooring.
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