@ONL Just a heads-up, I'll be getting home from holiday on Friday and I'll likely see about wringing a solid post out then: sorry for the hold-up, hope y'all are enjoying your January!
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STATUS: Talk to your players and be open to their ideas, at the end of the day we're all just here to shoot the shit. 2 yrs ago
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Talk to your players and be open to their ideas, at the end of the day we're all just here to shoot the shit.
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Honestly, more structured/collaborative roleplays can be really fun and rewarding, but if you're going to open a project like that up you have to be flexible and open to compromise.
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current shitpost level: writing about how your favourite taiwanese puppet shows experiment with narrative for graded academic work
8 yrs ago
But god knows how many hours I've sunk into my collection of main series Pokémon game, so it's like making me pick between my children. :'D
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I mean, I write MUCH more Digimon-related stuff than I write Pokémon-related stuff, so I guess it wins by default in this context.
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you'll never take me alive ye dogs
As the others present slowly came to, Dante stayed focused on trying to remain sitting up. The warmth of the air seemed to invite him back down to the ground, but after the borderline oppressive heat of the July day he’d woken up in, it didn’t do much to succeed. It did, however, succeed in keeping his senses strained even as his vision remained clear, not unlike he’d woken up with an awful case of dehydration after a night of drinking.
The bickering of the blobs remained inaudible at his range, but the voices of the other people present managed to reach his ears intact. A female voice nervously pounded out a question that managed to slip from Dante’s head like water through his fingers the very moment he heard it. Another female voice, older and deeper-sounding, mumbled something that didn’t even make it that far; if Dante was struggling with English in this state, whatever language was being spoken was an even bigger crapshoot.
The last voice, however-
“OI! That’s my watch!” The sheer volume of the other boy’s shout was enough to startle Dante, and that was enough to make him fall to the ground. His shoulder and arm hitting the hard surface of the ground below, he bit back on a yelp that then became a grunt; and that was enough to force him out of his partial stupor. As he pushed himself back up into a crouching position and then quickly scrambled to his feet, he could hear and see well enough what was going on.
The other boy was still on the ground, knocked flat on his ass after rebounding off the pink forcefield that had formed around the blob he’d charged. The blob in question seemed to be holding a cluster of small objects that he couldn’t make out from behind the pink barrier: on the other hand, both had raised their voices above their earlier bicker, and now Dante could make out what they were actually saying.
“If I may, to answer some of your questions - uh, no, you're not dreaming, and you're not dead.”
That captured his attention entirely, completely distracting him for a few moments as the others began to react. If this wasn’t a hallucination, did this mean he was actually face-to-face with fair folk? His neighbours were always going on about strange phenomena, especially the strange creatures that apparently lived in the local countryside. Had they been right after all? Had he crossed some unseen threshold? Looking down, he could see that his bag was with him: was that evidence enough that he wasn’t dead, dreaming or seeing things like his aunt did after too much wine?
"Blah blah, digital world, blah blah, adventure. Go find your partners already and, I dunno, have a good time or something. That's how the stories usually go." He came out of his thoughts just in time to catch that sarcastic ‘explanation’ from the blob; and as unhelpful as it seemed, at least it confirmed he was somewhere. That was better than nothing, at least.
But anything was better than nothing; and besides that absolute mote of information, the explanation they’d just been given amounted to a big fat pile of nothing. As his brain became more and more free of its stupor, the reality of his situation finally hit Dante like a hammer to the face.
“The hell kind of explanation do you call that?!” As sudden near-panic spurred him to speak up again, Dante’s voice was high and cracked, betraying his fear and age. But a moment later, he swallowed the saliva that had been nervously collecting in his mouth, and spoke again in a more level and calm tone. “We’re not fine. Where are we? How are we supposed to get home from here? What the fuck are ‘partners’ even meant to be?”
The bickering of the blobs remained inaudible at his range, but the voices of the other people present managed to reach his ears intact. A female voice nervously pounded out a question that managed to slip from Dante’s head like water through his fingers the very moment he heard it. Another female voice, older and deeper-sounding, mumbled something that didn’t even make it that far; if Dante was struggling with English in this state, whatever language was being spoken was an even bigger crapshoot.
The last voice, however-
“OI! That’s my watch!” The sheer volume of the other boy’s shout was enough to startle Dante, and that was enough to make him fall to the ground. His shoulder and arm hitting the hard surface of the ground below, he bit back on a yelp that then became a grunt; and that was enough to force him out of his partial stupor. As he pushed himself back up into a crouching position and then quickly scrambled to his feet, he could hear and see well enough what was going on.
The other boy was still on the ground, knocked flat on his ass after rebounding off the pink forcefield that had formed around the blob he’d charged. The blob in question seemed to be holding a cluster of small objects that he couldn’t make out from behind the pink barrier: on the other hand, both had raised their voices above their earlier bicker, and now Dante could make out what they were actually saying.
“If I may, to answer some of your questions - uh, no, you're not dreaming, and you're not dead.”
That captured his attention entirely, completely distracting him for a few moments as the others began to react. If this wasn’t a hallucination, did this mean he was actually face-to-face with fair folk? His neighbours were always going on about strange phenomena, especially the strange creatures that apparently lived in the local countryside. Had they been right after all? Had he crossed some unseen threshold? Looking down, he could see that his bag was with him: was that evidence enough that he wasn’t dead, dreaming or seeing things like his aunt did after too much wine?
"Blah blah, digital world, blah blah, adventure. Go find your partners already and, I dunno, have a good time or something. That's how the stories usually go." He came out of his thoughts just in time to catch that sarcastic ‘explanation’ from the blob; and as unhelpful as it seemed, at least it confirmed he was somewhere. That was better than nothing, at least.
But anything was better than nothing; and besides that absolute mote of information, the explanation they’d just been given amounted to a big fat pile of nothing. As his brain became more and more free of its stupor, the reality of his situation finally hit Dante like a hammer to the face.
“The hell kind of explanation do you call that?!” As sudden near-panic spurred him to speak up again, Dante’s voice was high and cracked, betraying his fear and age. But a moment later, he swallowed the saliva that had been nervously collecting in his mouth, and spoke again in a more level and calm tone. “We’re not fine. Where are we? How are we supposed to get home from here? What the fuck are ‘partners’ even meant to be?”
Shame the half-assed assignments couldn't include about comparing my favourite magical girl anime to the seminal work of German literature after all, but yeah. Everything got done to an acceptable standard with time to edit afterwards, so can't really complain.
might even get to write the madoka essay if i do my masters next year. no breaks and no stops on the thesis train!
might even get to write the madoka essay if i do my masters next year. no breaks and no stops on the thesis train!
As well as they could have gone with the limits and resources I had, honestly. Not perfect, but hey.
man thank god 2016's over
And yeah, not long now, hopefully. Submitting my last couple of assignments tomorrow, then that's it for immediate commitments!
And yeah, not long now, hopefully. Submitting my last couple of assignments tomorrow, then that's it for immediate commitments!
Nothing much more than last time, sorry. Got assignments I'm working on, I promise I'll let you guys bully me into doing something when I'm done?
@ONL Sounds doable, sure!
@Fish of Oblivion How do you suggest Fredrick and Jeremy get in touch with the rest?
Welp, advance apologies for getting back to you so late:
Looks like the group that was at the asylum are heading back to campus, so that seems tailor-made for a convenient dramatic coincidence if Fred and Jerry aren't going to be moving on right away? Admittedly not sure exactly how to get direct contact going from there, but it's a start.
It was a sweep of cold air across his face that pulled Dante out of his sleep.
The air around him was pleasantly warm; not like the harsh, humid tail-end of July he’d been enjoying for the last few days, nor the deadly dry season he knew would be coming to replace it in a few short weeks. Even with the cool breeze, it was just warm enough that he didn't much feel like moving from where he was. Opening his eyes and lying prone on the ground as strength slowly returned to his body, he wondered where he was; he’d been out of the house for most of the day, but the last thing he could remember before he woke up put him on the way back home, not some strange countryside.
On a better day- one where he wasn’t reliving the time he’d had a few drinks with his parents- that might have been enough to tell him that something was very, very wrong.
Instead, it was the mutterings from off to the side that caused him to turn over that clued him in.
His vision was blurry; but there was no mistaking the three other people lying on the ground nearby him, none of them seeming conscious. His heart nearly skipped a beat as his mind began to warm up and consider possibilities; but it soon enough found itself distracted.
After all, there was no mistaking that- rather than the other three figures- the sounds of conversation were coming from the two nondescript pink blobs hovering above them.
He blinked, his vision clearing and focusing. The blurriness went away, but the pink blobs didn’t. A moment passed, and he stayed silent as the two creatures seemed to bicker amongst themselves.
“... The hell was in that water?” He asked aloud, his voice reasonably quiet even as he pulled himself up, weakly and shakily but strong enough to get into a sitting position. Either he was still asleep and hadn't realized it just yet, or his neighbours hadn’t been kidding about fae living in the local pipeline.
The air around him was pleasantly warm; not like the harsh, humid tail-end of July he’d been enjoying for the last few days, nor the deadly dry season he knew would be coming to replace it in a few short weeks. Even with the cool breeze, it was just warm enough that he didn't much feel like moving from where he was. Opening his eyes and lying prone on the ground as strength slowly returned to his body, he wondered where he was; he’d been out of the house for most of the day, but the last thing he could remember before he woke up put him on the way back home, not some strange countryside.
On a better day- one where he wasn’t reliving the time he’d had a few drinks with his parents- that might have been enough to tell him that something was very, very wrong.
Instead, it was the mutterings from off to the side that caused him to turn over that clued him in.
His vision was blurry; but there was no mistaking the three other people lying on the ground nearby him, none of them seeming conscious. His heart nearly skipped a beat as his mind began to warm up and consider possibilities; but it soon enough found itself distracted.
After all, there was no mistaking that- rather than the other three figures- the sounds of conversation were coming from the two nondescript pink blobs hovering above them.
He blinked, his vision clearing and focusing. The blurriness went away, but the pink blobs didn’t. A moment passed, and he stayed silent as the two creatures seemed to bicker amongst themselves.
“... The hell was in that water?” He asked aloud, his voice reasonably quiet even as he pulled himself up, weakly and shakily but strong enough to get into a sitting position. Either he was still asleep and hadn't realized it just yet, or his neighbours hadn’t been kidding about fae living in the local pipeline.
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