Fabricant451

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

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i've always thought Reach was a fun installment, wdym

@Inkarnate

I mean like downloading mods for Skyrim which can take hours and then you play Skyrim for an hour with the mods and it's still Skyrim so you uninstall.

I know nothing about game modes and maps for Reach so I was just wondering if the process is similar except at the end of it Reach is fun so you actually play it.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

Is that like Skyrim modding except at the end of it Reach is actually fun to play so you don't just uninstall it after an hour

What Are You Listening To?

Shelter

_{Teacher's Lounge}

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"GODDAMMIT!" For those in the teacher's lounge who had been more concerned with what was going on outside, panicking or approaching something close to that, they might not have even noticed the school's resident troublemaking leather punk until her voice boomed out and was punctuated by a loud, sudden thud of a bang. Elliot's fist slammed into the front of the vending machine, leaving a dent right in the middle of the blown-up-image-for-detail Pepsi can. Given the situation, anger was certainly to be expected, it was a natural part of the process; those who were afraid sometimes used anger as a coping mechanism and if anyone at Stockbridge seemed the type to turn to anger at the drop of a hat it was Elliot.

"Fuckin' thing ate my dollar!" Elliot gave another hit to the soda machine, clapping it on the side before giving it a shake, as if that would solve the problem of a machine taking a dollar but giving nothing in exchange. Even the little dongle that turned a dollar into quarters wasn't working which was a travesty. What kind of game was this school running? The teacher's lounge had a better vending machine than the cafeteria in Elliot's estimation but what good was it when it didn't work? Without much regard for the current state of the room, Elliot dug into the back pocket of her pants. The rustling of something plastic was almost as loud as the banging of the vending machine. After a moment, Elliot's already annoyed face let out a sigh as a squashed half triangle - the best way to cut a sandwich - of a bologna sandwich clung to its plastic wrapping, meat and mayo looking like they had been victims of a murder while the bread was crumbly and falling apart.

Still, Elliot removed the sandwich from its prison and took a bite. It might've been ugly, but it was still food and dammit, she was hungry. Hungry enough to have eaten half of it in the auditorium with every intention to finish it there in the first place. Of course, when the menu changed for some students, what choice did Elliot have but to stash it in her pocket and leave? To think she was supposed to have a meeting with the principal - she had wanted permission to have her band play prom or at least open for whatever shit disc jockey they were sure to get, but in all likelihood the meeting was going to be how despite her achievements academically, her demerits socially would keep her from achieving anything other than increased notoriety. No prom gig, no valedictorian speech so she could say 'fuck' in front of parents and teachers with no real consequence, and in all likelihood no walking at graduation. Put into that perspective, maybe being in the lounge wasn't so bad. They'd probably get the vending machine open and then she'd be on easy street.

Of course she was hearing what some of the other students were saying, but what did she have to contribute? They were panicking, freaking out, trying to act cool and calm when they were neither. She wondered if any had reached the acceptance stage of things. Likely not. It was a bit too fresh in the mind, seeing Mr. Roberts get attacked more gruesomely than the pit at a punk show.

Elliot had finished half her sandwich by the time she found the teacher's fridge and a bit of optimism returned to her eyes. With a bit of miracle whip smudged at the left corner of her mouth, she threw open the fridge and pumped the air. "Score. Shame it's diet." The familiar 'tsssh' of a can of pop being opened followed as Elliot closed the fridge and took a healthy swig of Diet Coke. For the benefit of the room she held her belch. Wouldn't want everyone to think she was gross or something. "Right then, here you go."

Elliot removed the tab from the can of soda and tossed it onto the table that was presently holding supplies the others had tossed on top of before approaching it herself, Diet Coke in hand.

"You know why they call it a Phillips drive? Guy named John Thompson couldn't get people interested in his crosshead design, sold the design to Henry Phillips who refined it and got General Motors on board. Now it's damn near industry standard. Just calling it a Phillips drive is one thing, but I don't think any one really cares about the finer nuances of screw design." Elliot set the Diet Coke on the table. "What size is it? Is it sheet metal? Probably, it's a table, not a machine. What's her name is on the right track, we could use a coin. We could also use a soda tab. The machine ate my dollar, so if someone gives me a dime, I can show you how to unscrew the shit out of something with a coin and a cola tab."

"I'll take a penny but don't be a cheapass."

Three Houses

@TrixyTrix

It's totally cool if you want to be Ingrid. By all means!

Three Houses

@TrixyTrix I think someone miiiiiiiight have wanted to play Ingrid, will have to see. As I said, people from the interest check will get priority on characters.

@Bell

You're right, someone did; but I'm willing to let someone else have the part.

Three Houses

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I mean sure, you can play Bernadetta.

@Bell

Why would I want to do that

What Are You Listening To?

Three Houses

If this is canons then I call dibs on best character/girl.

No I won't say who because it should be obvious.

Shelter

_{18 - Scorpio - Senior - 5'11" - Demi Bennett/Rhea Ripley}

“You're damned if you do anyway, so why not have a little fun with it while you can?”

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Appearance Details

Standing just shy of six feet, Elliot is quite tall which, along with her style, makes her quite intimidating at a glance. Her day-to-day school attire ranges from the black leather vests and ripped denim with studded accessories that would make a BDSM enthusiast blush to vulgar-sounding graphic tees of bands. Most infamously was when she told a teacher that the reason the 'C' on her 'AxC' shirt looked like a certain reproductive system was because the name of the band was 'Anal Cunt'. They made her wear her gym shirt the rest of the day.

Elliot has three piercings: her septum and her ears and for her seventeenth birthday her dad let her get a tattoo which is above her left ankle. It's an Empire logo from Star Wars. Her dad got a matching Republic logo. Her hair has been an undercut bob since sophomore year and at this point she shows no signs of changing it. She pulls it off, why change that.

She's not an athlete but she does have biceps that don't go unnoticed - especially when she wears her favored 'vest and sleeveless punk tee' combo; the arm strength comes from having to be her own roadie though she's not a stranger to the gym, she just doesn't have a specific routine or regimen, but having to load up a drum kit and shitty amps requires more than just noodle arms.

Characterization

Few people at Stockbridge are as defined as their reputation as Elliot Springfield and most of that she is willing to play into. Most students don't know her as 'Elliot Springfield', that's her stage name; most know her as either 'a terrible influence' or Eleanor Stadler, the girl who shows up to school looking like she came out of a magazine for leather punks. It's easy to accuse Elliot of wrong doings or of being 'that kind of girl' because of how she presents herself. As the lead singer (more of a wailer, really) and guitarist of a garage punk band currently calling themselves 'The Sex Magnums' - whose second concern after finding a permanent name was convincing the administration to let them play prom - Elliot does carry some of the mannerisms of a punk rock type. While not blatantly anti-authority, she's quite prone to slip profanity in front of teachers which certainly made an impression when she was a Freshman and the other Freshman in her class gasped at the audacity.

Naturally, Elliot can be incredibly loud and outspoken, brash and garish, which is where much of her reputation comes from, apart from her style. While she doesn't cut class or go behind the building at lunch to smoke, she acts like the kind of person who does, and on more than one occasion she's been the fall girl for some of the pranks and disturbances her 'friends' have pulled. Whether or not that makes her stupidly loyal or just stupid is up to the individual, but the fact that she's done more detention despite never doing anything worse than telling a teacher that "John Steinbeck is fuckin' boring, five hundred pages about how shit it was for the Joads and it ends like shit" probably lends more towards stupid more than anything else. The number of infractions on her record was a key factor as to why Elliot wasn't going to be valedictorian at graduation despite being in the top five academically in her year.

Despite her reputation and appearance and the fact that she carries herself as a troublemaker still, Elliot is incredibly intelligent both academically and generally. She's been on the honor roll all four years but the only ones who knew were her parents and her teachers, along with the guidance counselor constantly telling her that there's nothing wrong with being smart. Elliot agrees with the sentiment, of course, but in her eyes if people already look at her and think they have her entire self figured out, then it's their fault for making assumptions and not her job to show them otherwise. It's flawed logic, but she also once thought "Rectal Prolapse" was a good idea for a band name because their music "was gonna make people shit their pants!"

One might assume that Elliot had some kind of poor upbringing but it was more boring than anything else. She's quite fortunate in that regard, the most she had to deal with was divorce. Her mother was something of a serial bigamist so when her father caught her in bed with a neighbor and one of her co-workers (not at the same time), what choice did James Stadler have other than to file for divorce? Veronica Stadler, nee Webber, thought her only daughter would stay with her and they could be 'like sisters' but Elliot chose her father and the pair of them moved into a small ranch house, the same one belonging to Elliot's grandparents and where her father grew up. It was left to James in his parents' will. Her father is her best friend, he was the one who bought her her first instrument even if it was one of those baby drum kits for toddlers to bang on - it counted. James Stadler was not a man of means, he earned an honest living as a mechanic, and that was enough to get by. Elliot often helped him fix up old cars for free and their passion project was fixing up a 1970 Pontiac GTO which was then given to Elliot as a sweet sixteen present. She loves that car.

Perhaps because of the wall of expectation and reputation that has been built around her, Elliot never really made a lot of friends over her four years. Sure, she'd covered for people and taken their punishments but she'd hesitate to call them friends. Her band mates are the only ones in her phone other than her dad; at school most of the other students seem to either be intimidated by her or put off by her because of what they heard. One of the rumors going around in her senior year was that the only reason she hadn't been expelled was because she was doing something illicit with the principal, or had some incriminating evidence against the principal, or something equally as stupid as high school rumors go. Though she would claim otherwise, her lack of a true best friend or an active social life is one of the regrets she'll carry with her. When she's so caught up in what other people think of her, she sort of forgot to care about herself.

Inventory

- Pair of Vic Firth drumsticks
- Half of a bologna sandwich, likely squashed now
- A wallet/keychain with $30, a library card, keys to her car, insurance card, and various other items of no real benefit in the situation
- Brought a guitar case to school; is not on her person

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