Banned for helping revive this thread after a 10 day slumber.
(Also for misspelling "Bowel" without buying it first)
(Also for misspelling "Bowel" without buying it first)
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STATUS: If one celebrates surviving another year, why not for every week? 11 days ago
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If one celebrates surviving another year, why not for every week?
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2 mos ago
*stabs writer's block with a #2 pencil through the eye* "Ta-da!"
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2nd week of writer's funk... the block continues...
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"One way to get around bad internal dialouge is to make it one-sided." ... "What do you mean you've already thought of that?"
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The meme of the month appears to be "Shikanoko Nokonoko Koshitantan"
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-There will be delays in replies. Largely due to working overtime, voluntary obligations; other RPs and online-things may compete for my attention.
'Bout me:
Started RPing (badly) back in '05, mostly doing nation-RPs with an emphasis on technology and strategy, later edging out to character-espionage and military-tactics before doing "less serious" character roleplays that were outside of the 2005-2008 continuity.
That's when I went to Dead-Frontier, and found the RP community there, joined a clan, did some pretty good roleplays and pretty much loosened-up my online-personality. When the clan-leader decided to move her RPs here, most of the clan followed.
Took a course in technical-writing back in '08, so now I may sometimes use the semicolon correctly.
In 2010 I dusted off the old nation-RP continuity I had, doing a few hetelia-esque RP-shenanigans there..
RP-Habbits: I tend to geek-out on little technical-details, and sometimes infer how those details would impact the background of the roleplay. Great for world-building, not so great when you had a perfectly good plotline and I just MacGyver it off the rails (though I usually er to the side of amusement, sometimes it creates very grim side-stories).
'Bout me:
Started RPing (badly) back in '05, mostly doing nation-RPs with an emphasis on technology and strategy, later edging out to character-espionage and military-tactics before doing "less serious" character roleplays that were outside of the 2005-2008 continuity.
That's when I went to Dead-Frontier, and found the RP community there, joined a clan, did some pretty good roleplays and pretty much loosened-up my online-personality. When the clan-leader decided to move her RPs here, most of the clan followed.
Took a course in technical-writing back in '08, so now I may sometimes use the semicolon correctly.
In 2010 I dusted off the old nation-RP continuity I had, doing a few hetelia-esque RP-shenanigans there..
RP-Habbits: I tend to geek-out on little technical-details, and sometimes infer how those details would impact the background of the roleplay. Great for world-building, not so great when you had a perfectly good plotline and I just MacGyver it off the rails (though I usually er to the side of amusement, sometimes it creates very grim side-stories).
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Just.. gonna bump this in preparation for the beach-party scene...
Banned, for all that power comes all that responsibility.
And you let Pyhrra die.
And you let Pyhrra die.
Felix, upon boarding after a less than glorious evacuation via riding upon Eileen’s back into orbit, had finished doffing her power-armor to leave the spent and badly battered hulk in the hangar.
She already knew she was likely going to get escorted back to Rei’s office to have every decision she’d made under pressure be second-guessed, and how her small practical-joke on Jenny had managed to escalate into precious seconds lost in evacuation that could have cost them their lives… apologizing to trees…
But, as she passed through the halls, she could hear an all too familiar scampering… and it was getting closer… fast.
”Kitty!” Sami zoomed through the ship's corridors. Her eyes targeting the recently returned Felix, Sami was excited because she heard the mission went poorly and she couldn’t wait to rub it in Felix’s face.
Felix felt a combination of dread at having to deal with Sami right after a barely-successful rescue mission, and a bit of relief that this gave her an excuse not to attend her own debriefing for a few more minutes… oh, and she also felt Sami’s chest pressed firmly against her face when they embraced in a manner resembling an automobile-collision.
<“You know, days like this is why I usually wear a hard face-mask.”> She stated calmly as possible with her ears back, since it was muffled beyond any recognition; her pliable face smooshed against the plesioth. She’d decided to give her until the silent count of three before she’d start biting.
Sami continued to hug Felix, giggling a little at the muffled gibberish that was Felix trying to speak. ”Aww don’t worry Kitty, we all have bad missions. At least you’ve rescued all the survivors!” Sami finally let Felix breathe, though Sami’s hands remained on Felix’s shoulders. ” Though from what I heard the head honchos aren’t the happiest with you, in fact even Eileen is getting a little grilling.”
Sami smirked and grabbed Felix’s ears ” Hopefully they don’t yell your adorable little ears off.” Sami said as she started to play with Felix’s fuzzy ears. At which point Felix's eyes began glowing red with annoyance as she took the plesioth by the hips with her talons and slammed them against a nearby wall with a loud wet 'smack'. Sami's wetsuit probably protecting her from an inadvertent mauling.
"Do not presume to know what happened down there. It was just me, Eileen, and a bunch of new students against a veteran mecha pilot waiting to ambush us." She hissed, bringing a set of talons up to the fishy's neck, "Any of us getting out alive was lucky, the fact that none of us died was a small miracle." Her grip tightened, her thoughts being what sort of disciplinary measures she'd get for cutting this one open and trying to pass it off for an accident, "Consider yourself and Ori-Oreario lucky you two were already stuck scrubbing the hull for contaminants." She finished, releasing the fish she had caught the unwanted attention of in hopes it'd swim away.
She already knew she was likely going to get escorted back to Rei’s office to have every decision she’d made under pressure be second-guessed, and how her small practical-joke on Jenny had managed to escalate into precious seconds lost in evacuation that could have cost them their lives… apologizing to trees…
But, as she passed through the halls, she could hear an all too familiar scampering… and it was getting closer… fast.
”Kitty!” Sami zoomed through the ship's corridors. Her eyes targeting the recently returned Felix, Sami was excited because she heard the mission went poorly and she couldn’t wait to rub it in Felix’s face.
Felix felt a combination of dread at having to deal with Sami right after a barely-successful rescue mission, and a bit of relief that this gave her an excuse not to attend her own debriefing for a few more minutes… oh, and she also felt Sami’s chest pressed firmly against her face when they embraced in a manner resembling an automobile-collision.
<“You know, days like this is why I usually wear a hard face-mask.”> She stated calmly as possible with her ears back, since it was muffled beyond any recognition; her pliable face smooshed against the plesioth. She’d decided to give her until the silent count of three before she’d start biting.
Sami continued to hug Felix, giggling a little at the muffled gibberish that was Felix trying to speak. ”Aww don’t worry Kitty, we all have bad missions. At least you’ve rescued all the survivors!” Sami finally let Felix breathe, though Sami’s hands remained on Felix’s shoulders. ” Though from what I heard the head honchos aren’t the happiest with you, in fact even Eileen is getting a little grilling.”
Sami smirked and grabbed Felix’s ears ” Hopefully they don’t yell your adorable little ears off.” Sami said as she started to play with Felix’s fuzzy ears. At which point Felix's eyes began glowing red with annoyance as she took the plesioth by the hips with her talons and slammed them against a nearby wall with a loud wet 'smack'. Sami's wetsuit probably protecting her from an inadvertent mauling.
"Do not presume to know what happened down there. It was just me, Eileen, and a bunch of new students against a veteran mecha pilot waiting to ambush us." She hissed, bringing a set of talons up to the fishy's neck, "Any of us getting out alive was lucky, the fact that none of us died was a small miracle." Her grip tightened, her thoughts being what sort of disciplinary measures she'd get for cutting this one open and trying to pass it off for an accident, "Consider yourself and Ori-Oreario lucky you two were already stuck scrubbing the hull for contaminants." She finished, releasing the fish she had caught the unwanted attention of in hopes it'd swim away.
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